David was really beginning to like the new house. He had gotten the interior pretty much finished, but the exterior was a complete mess. It had been neglected for quite awhile. Hedges were overgrown, the patio almost gone, and you couldn't tell where the flowerbeds were and where the lawn was. He had tried to tackle it himself but it was a huge job. He saw a lot of potential, but he needed help. He needed a professional. He called a friend who he knew from his teaching job at his old college and asked for some recommendations. His friend directed him to a regional landscaping service, and so David called them up.
The landscaping service sent over a guy well older than David. The guy tromped around the yard and made lots of notes. He finally presented David with an estimate, which David accepted. The old man said that they'd have someone over the next day to clean things up and mow the lawn to start off.
David didn't see anyone when he came home early the next day, although he noticed an old pick-up truck on the street with the company's weathered logo on it. He walked around the yard, but didn't see anyone. The grass was cut, but they must have left for some reason.
He walked into the house, stripping out of his shirt and tie as he shut the door behind him. The cool air felt good against his skin. He got so hot in warm weather having such a hairy body. Friends kept telling him to trim it during the spring and summer, but David wouldn't listen to them. He was a bear.
He went to fix a drink in the kitchen, and caught a glimpse of a hot young guy coming out of the woods behind his house. David almost dropped his glass as the young stud's muscular body stretched and tightened as he moved, dragging some dead branches along to a pile of collected rubbish.
David was a big guy himself, but this young guy had several inches on him. He looked like he was around college age, maybe a bit older. He was dressed in a tight pair of frayed denim shorts which strained against tree trunk thighs. His leather work boots were huge, David noticed.
He had a thin t-shirt hanging from a back pocket, his massive chest on display. He had some chest hair - not thick but a nice spread. His chest was so meaty and thick that the chain around his neck rested in the cleft between his pecs. His broad shoulders gave him that perfect v-shaped torso down to his rippling stomach.
The guy's skin was smooth and wet with sweat. He wasn't extremely tanned, which was surprising since he worked outside; his skin being peach-colored and slightly freckled. David noticed a large tattoo on one side of his upper back, the emblem of the college David taught at and their school mascot (an anthropomorphic wolf showing off his big muscular biceps).
David felt himself harden in his khakis as the guy stretched to grab a limb. As he moved, David glimpsed his hairy pits, and watched the round muscles of his arms flex. The muscle boy's body shined with rivers of sweat. His thick beautiful brown hair lay flat and wet against his forehead. When the guy turned, David saw the outline of his cock snaking down his thigh. It looked as if it might try to escape those old denim shorts.
The young man was way more muscled than the young guys David knew. While most of them had the long tight muscles common with runners or swimmers, this guy had the rounded muscle of a bodybuilder. This guy just had to work out every day, on top of a very physical job, in order to be that jacked, David thought. He was in complete awe of the young muscled body. He wanted to lick the sweat off of every muscle; he could imagine running his tongue into every groove and over every mound of the hard bull-like form.
David pulled at his belt and flicked the button of his khakis as he watched the young man work, pulling and stretching at branches on the ground. He ran his hand into his underwear, a finger running across his leaking, slicked cockhead. He started to run a hand over his own muscled hairy chest, but noticed the guy looking back at him. David reached out and tapped on the glass and motioned to the young man to come inside. The guy waved, then pointed to his watch and held up one finger. He then made an "okay" sign signaling that it'd be a minute. David responded "okay" back.
David ran into the bathroom and stripped, wrapping a towel around his waist. He caught himself in the mirror. He was an attractive older man. His body firm and muscled, covered in dark, slightly-graying hair. He had been vigilant about his diet and exercise, and the results were obvious. He was quite popular in his role of daddy to a stable of hot young guys. He heard the back door open, so he walked down the hall.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry! Didn't mean to barge in on you, I knocked..." the young stud stammered, in a deep masculine voice.
"No, dude, no problem," responded David. "I was just about to jump in the shower. It's as hot as hell out there, and all this fur makes me sweat like racehorse." David laughed and ran a hand over his thick hairy chest. "Looks like you need one yourself."
"Yeah," the young stud laughed, "I've been out there all day. It don't take long to get a good sweat going." The boy flashed a big toothy grin. "Oh, I'm Colin, by the way," he said, stretching out his hand, then realized David was holding his towel closed and couldn't shake it. He pulled his hand back and scratched at his chest.
"Nice to meet you, Colin. I'm David, the homeowner," replied David, his eyes darting down to the guy's big crotch, then back up.
"This is a great little house," said Colin, looking around. "Vintage everything. Great molding and trim. I'm really into architecture. Used to play football... go Wolf Pack!" he said, punching the air with a fist. "I wanted to go into something sports-related. Had an injury, so now I think I'm going to go with architecture....maybe landscape architecture. But anyway..."
There was a pause as David felt mesmerized by the architecture of the young stud in front of him. Colin clapped his hands together and pulled him back into the moment.
"Well, I'm just about to finish up for the day. Was there something else you needed?" Colin asked, pointing toward the window.
David thought of a dozen or more things he wanted from Colin. David wasn't usually attracted to guys bigger than himself, but this big guy was turning him on. Colin was so much bigger up close than he was out in the garden. He seemed to dominate the space with his physical presence, like a confident alpha male.
"Uh, just wanted to tell you that you could have anything you needed." David's eyes ran over the hunk's body, "Uhm, wanted in the fridge, I mean. Help yourself to a drink, a beer, whatever."
"Think I'll finish up, and then head to the shower and a cool spot."
"By all means, be my guest" replied David, gesturing in the direction of the bathroom. Colin laughed. David's face flushed red.
"I meant my apartment. Although..." the stud laughed, cocking his head to the side.
David wanted to kick himself; here he was half-naked and horny, making a fool of himself.
