It all began the summer before college. My father told me I was wasting my summer, He kept asking why I at 18 years old didn't have a steady girlfriend, and if I was thinking about what I would major in at college. It was the regular blah, blah.
I wanted to go to art school and he wanted me to get a business major. We were worlds apart.
I was lying out in the hot sun by our pool when I heard our neighbor Ray cutting his lawn. Peeking over the fence I watched as he pushed the lawn mower shirtless and sweaty. I used to cut his lawn when I was younger. He paid me well and never treated me like a little boy. He had a way about him that made you feel like you were important. He listened without lecturing or judging. There were rumors about him. Most of the neighborhood men liked him, and a few of the women including my mother flirted with him. When my father saw my mother drooling over him, he would claim that he heard he was Gay.
My mother Jean would look at him and say, "Robert, you're just jealous you don't have his chest and flat stomach."
My father would just shake his head and say, "Yeah, that's it, I'm jealous, have you ever seen him with a woman?"
As I watched him I could feel my cock swelling in my Speedos. I reached down and fondled myself. I didn't care what my father said. I remember having a crazy boy crush on him, I had fantasies too. I just wanted him to touch me, I wanted to feel his arms embrace me. I had heard my father say he was Gay for so long, it was like a broken record. But secretly I hoped the rumors were true. He was so masculine, but he had a softer side, unlike all the other macho neighbor men. Maybe that was the problem, he was vulnerable and could be emotional. I had seen that when he learned his mother had passed away.
Ray glanced over and saw me looking at him and waved me over. I was so excited, I forgot my swimsuit was revealing. I immediately went through the gate and walked across his lawn towards Ray.
He greeted me, "Johnnie, I haven't seen you all summer, where have you been?"
I looked at him as the sweat ran off his smooth chest down to the waist of his worn denim cut-offs. The bulge in front was under a thinning and frayed spot in the fabric. Under the frayed fabric, it appeared to reveal something hard and flesh-colored.
"Johnnie, you with me?" he said, shaking me out of my trance.
"I don't know, I've been around, hanging out, you know," I said, unable to put my words or thoughts together.
"Hey, I need a break from this, wanna have a lemonade with me, we can go the house and cool down, this heat is killer."
Ray extended his hand pointing towards the house indicating I should go first and he would follow. I sensed he was looking at my butt tightly encased in my white Speedos. I had no idea if he was, but I hoped he was. I had made my way into his house on dozens of occasions when I cut his lawn, but this felt different.
"Here, let me get the door for you," Ray said.
This was weird. All of a sudden he's treating me like he's courting me. I always opened the door, before. And now he's holding it open as I pass through. It felt weird, but I liked it. I craved how that felt. I immediately sensed he was doing things my father would never do, and maybe I wanted him to do.
Ray walked right behind me, as we bumped into each other entering the kitchen. I could feel his sweat on my back from when I fell back into him. His hands gripped my hips and steadied me before they quickly slipped away. I could still feel them there if I closed my eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" Ray asked.
I nodded. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I was feeling. I finally understood the term, "butterflies in my belly"...
Ray moved closer leaning against me and pointed to a chaise, "Sit," he said.
He turned and began putting ice in glasses and pouring lemonade. Just the sound of the ice cubes clanking in the glasses was refreshing. I raised my hand, curling it over my shoulder to wipe his perspiration on my fingers. I brought them to my face and inhaled. His scent was pungent and manly. It had been a while since I sat on his chaise, I usually sat with him at the table and had a cool drink. I couldn't resist, I brought my fingers back to my nose and inhaled. It was fading, I inhaled deeper, parted my lips, and licked my finger.
Ray turned and said, "Johnnie, you're being really quiet, are you okay?"
"Yeah?" I said as more of an ask, than a statement. My voice was scratchy and dry. I couldn't wait for a sip of the lemonade.
Ray served the drinks and sat down next to me. The air conditioner was blowing cold air, but I believed I could feel the heat permeating from Ray's body. He was close, our thighs were touching.. I was nervous and excited, the anticipation of where this was going was so incredibly arousing, and yet I was trembling. It was not like him to act like this with me. I liked it, but I needed to steady myself.
"You used to swim, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I was okay, I couldn't get a scholarship, but I was good."
"Those speedos you're wearing, they look like they have your school's logo, did you swim in those?"
I nodded, knowing my cock was bulging the front and there was a small wet spot where my cock head lay. I thought I saw Ray glance down, maybe he didn't see the wet spot.
"Hey, Johnnie, I have a proposition for you, are you game?"
I eagerly asked, "What, you want me to finish your lawn?"
"Hmmmm...I wasn't gonna say that, but...No, you're aware that I'm an art director, right?"
"Yeah, I knew you were an artist, Actually I'm jealous, my father wants me to get a business degree and I wanna go to art school, but yeah I knew you were into art."
"Well, I do some things on the side, not work-related. I have some clients who like a particular genre of art. I was wondering if you would like to help me with some figure studies."
I looked at Ray with a surprised look, but kind of intrigued, "You want me to pose for you?"
"Yep, if you want to," Ray said as his eyes scanned my body from my toes to my lips.
Ray was looking right at me, waiting. I knew I wanted to pose for him. I wanted him to look at me. I craved his attention. All of a sudden I wanted him to lean in and kiss me. I wanted to feel his sweaty body pressed against mine, his cock grinding into me as I parted my thighs. What was I thinking? I had fantasized so many times about a moment just like this. I felt myself tremble with desire.
