The doorbell rang just before noon and the dogs went crazy, their barks echoing through the great room and into every corner of the large house. The guys who were supposed to install the flagpole were late. Gage had been in a bad mood from the moment he woke up, and it just seemed to get worse with each passing minute.
After quieting the dogs, he opened the door and found himself standing in front of two incredibly hot boys. The first was about six feet tall, with broad football player's shoulders, a white-toothed wide smile, short cropped dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes. He had to be somewhere around 21 years old, and he wore cargo shorts, and in the heat, had taken off his shirt, revealing a tight and toned chest, and abs you could wash your entire wardrobe on, from the most delicate of silks to the stiffest wools. The second boy, also obviously no older than 20, was lithe and toned, with blonde hair, soft brown doe eyes, and a truly yummy looking golden trail of hair from his sweet navel, downward into his own pair of cargo shorts, which hung just a bit too low. "Sorry we're late," said the footballer. "This is Kevin," he pointed to the blonde, "and I'm Adam,"
Gage smiled, "It's no problem boys."
Thirty minutes later, the boys, Kevin and Adam, were working laboriously, digging a hole for the flagpole, mixing concrete, and generally horsing around
Gage stood at the window watching the two hot, sweaty boys working for him. Adam, the beefier one, paused to wipe the sweat from his brow. Gage could feel the blood flowing from his brain, directly into his crotch, and it hit him: What the boys, (as he now thought of them), needed more than anything else was a nice cold glass of lemonade.
Out the back door he carried a wooden tray stocked with three iced glasses and a pitcher of cold lemonade. They were grateful, thanking him and flashing their winning smiles. Satisfied, Gage took his own glass back into the house, whereupon he resumed his position at the window. Several minutes passed when suddenly Kevin, the cute blonde, plucked an ice cube from his glass and, sneaking up on Adam, playfully dropped it down the front of Adam's shorts. Adam, of course, jumped at the coldness, but he still smiled. Even from the window, Gage could see him mouth the words, "now you're gonna have to reach in and get it." Gage couldn't believe it. His heart began to beat faster as Kevin actually moved toward Adam and reached into his shorts, letting his hand search for the ice cube just a moment too long. Then, Adam turned his head to the window at which Gage stood and winked at him. Once Kevin had extracted the cube, he popped it into his mouth.
Gage almost passed out for a lack of blood flow to his brain. All extra blood in his body seemed to reside in his cock, which had hardened to such stiffness that it was almost painful and threatened to rip through the fabric of his own pair of cargo shorts.