It was 1100 am and service had finished up and my parents were talking to Mr. Michael Derrington. They had been friends for sometime now and had always chatted it up after church. I liked Mr. Derrington because he was always nice to me.
When I was 14 years old he noticed that I was shy and low in confidence due to my skinny frame. He took me to a gym and taught me how to lift weights to add muscle to my frame. It was strange because he was a massive burly man at weighing 300 lbs. at 6'3" but he knew weights.
I didn't know but he had been a competitive powerlifter and, while big, he was solid. And hairy.
That was four years ago and through hard work and desire I've managed to bulk up to 170 lbs. with 10% bodyfat on my 5'8" frame. Thanks to Mr. Derrington I've managed to have a lot of girls in school throw themselves at me but I couldn't get over my shyness.
I had desires but couldn't go through with them. I had watched hours and hours of porn but it all started to run the same.
Kiss, blow job, sex, orgasm. I needed more but I was afraid my shyness would always handicap me. Until I discovered gay porn. I couldn't believe it but I was unbelievably turned on by the act of two men fucking. The large, thick peckers shining with cum and spit. And when that bulbous head made entry into the ass my orgasms were literally explosive. I was painting the ceiling in my room. I tried to deny it to myself and I would not talk about it to anyone.
My parents and Mr. Derrington came over.
"Hi Mr. Derrington." I said as I shook his large, powerful hand.
He always gave an extra firm handshake. As if he was trying to overpower me. I would always squeeze back with all my strength but it would make no difference.
"Hello Danny." He said with his bass-like, burly voice.
My Dad placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Mike said he had some yard work he would like some help with." He said.
"Sorry to bother you, what with this being the weekend of your 18th birthday and all." Mr. Derrington said. "But old injuries keep acting up and it's difficult to take care of some housework and what not. And don't worry I'll pay you well."
"It's not a problem Mr. Derrington and you don't have to pay me, I owe you lots." I replied.
"We can discuss it later." He said.
"Could you go over now, honey? You're Dad and I are going to go see your grandparents." My mom said.
"Sure."
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I had caught a ride with Mr. Derrington and we arrived at his modest home. Nothing spectacular but a nice home none the less. The front yard was manicured well but the backyard was a mess.
We walk into the living room.
"Make yourself comfortable." Mr. Derrington said.
I sat down and admired some of the trophies he had won in his career. Pictures and trophies revealed how strong this beast of a man is. It's intimidating and provoking thinking about the things he could do.
"I'm sorry but I should have told you that some help I need is actually lawn work but your overdressed." He said as he gives me a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top with the midriff cut off. "I hope you don't mind but you can wear this so your clothes won't make a mess.
I was a little surprised by the clothes. They seemed...revealing. But I owed him so much that I didn't want to seem ungrateful.
I had gone into the restroom and changed. The tank top was fine. It showed my washboard stomach so I really wasn't going to complain. The shorts though...they were another matter.
The cut was extreme. It was almost as if I was wearing a denim thong. Just about my entire ass was showing and the front wasn't much kinder. My cock and balls would peek out from one side or the other if I didn't shift correctly.
The strange thing was how sexy the clothes made me feel. If it wasn't the fact that Mr. Derrington was here though, I think I would jerk off right now.
I walked out. A little embarrased.
"Oh my. Not much left to the imagination I see." he said.
"Yeah." I replied.
"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't realize how badly beaten up the clothes had been." He said. "I can just take you home for a change of clothes if you'd like."
"N...N...No. I'm okay." I stuttered.
"Um...you might want to tuck those boys back in." He said pointing at my manhood peeping through the right side of the shorts.
My face turns bright red.
"I'm so sorry!" I say.
"It's okay boy. Nothing I haven't seen before." He said, slightly comforting me.
He goes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Remember when I taught you about lifting weights and trained you at the gym?" He asks.
"Yeah." I respond.
"Just for old times sake, call me Sir okay?"
"Yes Sir." I say without hesitation.
"Good. No go kick some weed's asses." He says giving me a powerful SMACK on my mostly exposed cheeks.
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I had been out for almost an hour. On all fours. Pulling weed after weed. Mr. Derrington said he didn't have any tools and this would be good exercise for my hands and forearms.
