alley
I loves me kitty!!!
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After my mom died it was left up to me to take care of her house and get everything in order, no one else had the time or inclination to do any of the work but they all were interested in making sure they got their “fair share” of her estate. I took a couple weeks off work so that I could get her house and paperwork cleaned up. It really sucks to be the executor, everyone gets so worked up.
I completely cleaned the house from top to bottom and figured that we could just have a company come in to do an estate sale—everyone had already plundered whatever goodies there was; that was the big squabble that I had just had to deal with. The rest of the house and property would all be sold and just divided equally. Now it was time to tackle the yard.
I lived a few hours away from Mom’s and didn’t know that she had been having trouble keeping up the house; she would usually hire some of the neighbor kids to do her yard work and she was able to keep up the house work on her own. I guess her heart went bad very quickly and she had no energy to get much done for awhile. The manicured lawn and flower beds I remembered were gone; they were replaced by a growing jungle of weeds and debris. I looked in her shed and found most of what I needed to get started but the weed trimmer looked ancient and would not start when I tried it out. A trip to Home depot was called for and I also needed a break from the place for an hour or two.
I wandered around the store’s garden section and threw a few odds and ends into the orange cart and then I went out to greenhouse part of the store. There I found an inexpensive trimmer. I was picking up an additional gas can when I looked out to the front of the store and saw that a group of about ten Mexican guys were hanging out beside the garden’s exit. I was a little surprised that the store’s management hadn’t run them off. I decided to check out, and got in line. The lady who rung me up told me that the guys were there looking to get a day job and would do manual labor for customers who wanted help. If I wasn’t so tired and drained I never would have considered the thought of hiring someone off the street like that but I needed this done and over with.
I pushed my cart over to the group of men and asked if anyone was interested in doing some yard work for me. An older guy stepped forward and asked me in very good English how many of them would I need. “Just one guy to help me would be fine, I am willing to pay a hundred bucks to get the yard done today. “ I told him.
The man turned around and point at one young man and said, “Javier will help you, he does great yard work.”
When Javier stepped forward I could not help but notice how handsome he was. He was a little shorter than my 5’10 and carried a lot of muscle on his frame. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and some stained tan cargo shorts and black work boots. He had on a pair of white athletic socks peeking out from the top of the boots and they were so bright it looked like they had come straight out of the package this morning. His hair was such a dark black that carried a touch of blue in the morning sun. It was cut short on the sides and left longer up on top, so that it flopped down into his eyes and he was constantly running a hand up through his hair to push it back.
The older man pulled Javier over to him and spoke to him in Spanish and then looked over to me and said, “Javier, can understand some English but he not speak it so good. He very good at yard work just show him what you need and he will do…ok?”
I nodded and motioned for Javier to follow to my truck and started putting my purchases in the back of it. Javier jumped right in and helped me load and stow away the bags and the trimmer. We climbed into the truck and headed back to Mom’s house.
It only took a minute or two to get situated, once we arrived back home. I had made a quick stop to fill up the five gallon gas can I had bought at Home Depot and we were ready to start on the lawn. I mixed up some two-stroke cycle oil in a small container for the trimmer and showed Javier where I wanted him to start on the fence line and then go around the whole yard. He seemed to understand. I hoped he didn’t notice that I was starring into his eyes too much….. But wow, were they beautiful! He had really dark lashes that framed his coffee brown eyes perfectly. He smiled showing white and very perfect looking teeth he then walked over and started the trimmer and began to cut at the weeds.
I got the rusty lawn mower from the shed and made sure the tank of oil and gas was full and got it started with a minimum of trouble. I started on the opposite side of the yard from Javier and mowed toward him. He was concentrating on his job and did not notice that I was watching him more intently than I should. With his every step his massive calves bunched and rolled and my eyes were constantly drawn to them and the black wiry hair covering his legs. His arms were beginning to bead up with a light sweat, causing them to shine and the muscles to become even more defined. I noticed that the mower’s wheel was wobbling and drew my mind back to business before I ran over my foot or something in the yard.
We were an hour or so into the job when I motioned Javier over and told him that I was going to get something to drink; suggesting that he go ahead and stay in the shade of the back porch till I come back out with some bottled water. He pulled a Bandana from his pocket and began to wipe his eyes and then tied it around his head to keep the sweat from dripping into his face and to hold back his hair. I walked out of the house just in time to see him pull off his shirt and lay it on the back of one of the white wicker chairs. He gave me another of those perfect white smiles when I handed him the water and he chugged more than half of it in a single gulp. He stepped back from the patio and poured the rest over his head and his face, washing away the sweat. His bare chest and stomach were a marvel to behold; they were tanned to a gleaming red brown that was such a solid color it seemed that he had been dipped in fine milk chocolate. He was almost hairless until your eyes fell down to his lower stomach and saw that he had a thick patch of dark hair flowing up from his groin to spread out around his bellybutton. His shorts sagged down and I could see the full start of his bush and I knew that the base of his cock was just barely hidden by his waistband. He picked up the trimmer and began to circle the house itself cutting the weeds around the foundation and the patio. I went to finish with the mower.
By lunch time all we had left to do was to clean out the flower beds and pick up debris in the yard. It would have taken me more than twice as long to get just this far. I waved Javier over and led him into the house for a lunch break. I made a couple of turkey sandwiches and laid out a bag of chips.
I watched him as he swallowed and my dick began to swell. I think Javier noticed, he couldn’t look me in the eye and even under his dark tan I could see the start of a blush. We finished eating and went back out to the flower bed, pulled weeds and placed them in some bags I had picked up that morning. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and glanced at my watch - it was nearing 3 o’clock and we were just about done. The yard looked 100% better and I gave Javier a hand gesture to try to indicate that we were finished and to see if he wanted more water to drink. He nodded and pointed at the water hose indicating that he wanted to rinse off the dirt and the grass bits that had adhered to his legs. I watched as he stepped out of his boots and pulled off his socks and he rolled them into little balls and placed them back inside the boots. His feet were strong and veined, with a high arch, a small amount of hair covering the toes. He turned on the water and ran his hand through his dense leg hair as he sprayed the hose. I went inside for a towel for him to dry off with and then led him back into the house. He walked barefoot behind me as I went get his money from an envelope of cash that I had been using for expenses. I handed him the hundred dollars and added another twenty saying, “You earned it.”
He accepted the money and gave me a very intense look, I could see that he was starring at my crotch; he bit his lip and reached out to run an index finger along my fly. My dick jumped at his touch and I ran a hand down his stomach and reached inside his loose cargos. His cock was more than half hard and I felt the dampness of the surrounding hair.
I unzipped his zipper and unbuttoned his button and pulled his shorts down to the floor. His dick rose dark and beautiful out of his never trimmed pubic hair. I got on my knees and stuck my tongue under his foreskin and ran it around the head of his cock ‘till I thought his legs might buckle. I gently pushed the skin back and began to work on the head with slow a deliberate rhythm. A few minutes later he was insistently pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and his moans were becoming louder. He gave out a strangled gasp as the first spurt of cum shot into my mouth. I kept him in my mouth the entire time he spammed and swallowed all of his seed. He was still breathing harshly as he lifted me to my feet and yanked down my shorts and underwear. He was wildly licking and sucking at my cock and I lasted a far shorter time than he had done. I shot a good six or seven times before I was finished. He then stood up and gave me the best kiss of my life, his tongue explored every part of my mouth; the taste of my cum still hot on his breath.
It was another hour or so before we showered, got dressed and I drove him back to the Home Depot where we had met. The older gentleman was still standing in the same location with just one or two other guys. Javier walked up to him and spoke at a rapid rate to him. The man gave me an appraising look and said, “Javier said to tell you he is free anytime you need help just give him a call.” And he then wrote down a phone number and handed it to me.
I looked at the number and looked over at Javier, “Tell him that I could use help cleaning out the attic, I can be here at eight a.m. tomorrow. “
The man translated and that beautiful smile again erupted out of Javier’s face.
I completely cleaned the house from top to bottom and figured that we could just have a company come in to do an estate sale—everyone had already plundered whatever goodies there was; that was the big squabble that I had just had to deal with. The rest of the house and property would all be sold and just divided equally. Now it was time to tackle the yard.
I lived a few hours away from Mom’s and didn’t know that she had been having trouble keeping up the house; she would usually hire some of the neighbor kids to do her yard work and she was able to keep up the house work on her own. I guess her heart went bad very quickly and she had no energy to get much done for awhile. The manicured lawn and flower beds I remembered were gone; they were replaced by a growing jungle of weeds and debris. I looked in her shed and found most of what I needed to get started but the weed trimmer looked ancient and would not start when I tried it out. A trip to Home depot was called for and I also needed a break from the place for an hour or two.
I wandered around the store’s garden section and threw a few odds and ends into the orange cart and then I went out to greenhouse part of the store. There I found an inexpensive trimmer. I was picking up an additional gas can when I looked out to the front of the store and saw that a group of about ten Mexican guys were hanging out beside the garden’s exit. I was a little surprised that the store’s management hadn’t run them off. I decided to check out, and got in line. The lady who rung me up told me that the guys were there looking to get a day job and would do manual labor for customers who wanted help. If I wasn’t so tired and drained I never would have considered the thought of hiring someone off the street like that but I needed this done and over with.
I pushed my cart over to the group of men and asked if anyone was interested in doing some yard work for me. An older guy stepped forward and asked me in very good English how many of them would I need. “Just one guy to help me would be fine, I am willing to pay a hundred bucks to get the yard done today. “ I told him.
The man turned around and point at one young man and said, “Javier will help you, he does great yard work.”
When Javier stepped forward I could not help but notice how handsome he was. He was a little shorter than my 5’10 and carried a lot of muscle on his frame. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and some stained tan cargo shorts and black work boots. He had on a pair of white athletic socks peeking out from the top of the boots and they were so bright it looked like they had come straight out of the package this morning. His hair was such a dark black that carried a touch of blue in the morning sun. It was cut short on the sides and left longer up on top, so that it flopped down into his eyes and he was constantly running a hand up through his hair to push it back.
The older man pulled Javier over to him and spoke to him in Spanish and then looked over to me and said, “Javier, can understand some English but he not speak it so good. He very good at yard work just show him what you need and he will do…ok?”
I nodded and motioned for Javier to follow to my truck and started putting my purchases in the back of it. Javier jumped right in and helped me load and stow away the bags and the trimmer. We climbed into the truck and headed back to Mom’s house.
It only took a minute or two to get situated, once we arrived back home. I had made a quick stop to fill up the five gallon gas can I had bought at Home Depot and we were ready to start on the lawn. I mixed up some two-stroke cycle oil in a small container for the trimmer and showed Javier where I wanted him to start on the fence line and then go around the whole yard. He seemed to understand. I hoped he didn’t notice that I was starring into his eyes too much….. But wow, were they beautiful! He had really dark lashes that framed his coffee brown eyes perfectly. He smiled showing white and very perfect looking teeth he then walked over and started the trimmer and began to cut at the weeds.
I got the rusty lawn mower from the shed and made sure the tank of oil and gas was full and got it started with a minimum of trouble. I started on the opposite side of the yard from Javier and mowed toward him. He was concentrating on his job and did not notice that I was watching him more intently than I should. With his every step his massive calves bunched and rolled and my eyes were constantly drawn to them and the black wiry hair covering his legs. His arms were beginning to bead up with a light sweat, causing them to shine and the muscles to become even more defined. I noticed that the mower’s wheel was wobbling and drew my mind back to business before I ran over my foot or something in the yard.
We were an hour or so into the job when I motioned Javier over and told him that I was going to get something to drink; suggesting that he go ahead and stay in the shade of the back porch till I come back out with some bottled water. He pulled a Bandana from his pocket and began to wipe his eyes and then tied it around his head to keep the sweat from dripping into his face and to hold back his hair. I walked out of the house just in time to see him pull off his shirt and lay it on the back of one of the white wicker chairs. He gave me another of those perfect white smiles when I handed him the water and he chugged more than half of it in a single gulp. He stepped back from the patio and poured the rest over his head and his face, washing away the sweat. His bare chest and stomach were a marvel to behold; they were tanned to a gleaming red brown that was such a solid color it seemed that he had been dipped in fine milk chocolate. He was almost hairless until your eyes fell down to his lower stomach and saw that he had a thick patch of dark hair flowing up from his groin to spread out around his bellybutton. His shorts sagged down and I could see the full start of his bush and I knew that the base of his cock was just barely hidden by his waistband. He picked up the trimmer and began to circle the house itself cutting the weeds around the foundation and the patio. I went to finish with the mower.
By lunch time all we had left to do was to clean out the flower beds and pick up debris in the yard. It would have taken me more than twice as long to get just this far. I waved Javier over and led him into the house for a lunch break. I made a couple of turkey sandwiches and laid out a bag of chips.
I watched him as he swallowed and my dick began to swell. I think Javier noticed, he couldn’t look me in the eye and even under his dark tan I could see the start of a blush. We finished eating and went back out to the flower bed, pulled weeds and placed them in some bags I had picked up that morning. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and glanced at my watch - it was nearing 3 o’clock and we were just about done. The yard looked 100% better and I gave Javier a hand gesture to try to indicate that we were finished and to see if he wanted more water to drink. He nodded and pointed at the water hose indicating that he wanted to rinse off the dirt and the grass bits that had adhered to his legs. I watched as he stepped out of his boots and pulled off his socks and he rolled them into little balls and placed them back inside the boots. His feet were strong and veined, with a high arch, a small amount of hair covering the toes. He turned on the water and ran his hand through his dense leg hair as he sprayed the hose. I went inside for a towel for him to dry off with and then led him back into the house. He walked barefoot behind me as I went get his money from an envelope of cash that I had been using for expenses. I handed him the hundred dollars and added another twenty saying, “You earned it.”
He accepted the money and gave me a very intense look, I could see that he was starring at my crotch; he bit his lip and reached out to run an index finger along my fly. My dick jumped at his touch and I ran a hand down his stomach and reached inside his loose cargos. His cock was more than half hard and I felt the dampness of the surrounding hair.
I unzipped his zipper and unbuttoned his button and pulled his shorts down to the floor. His dick rose dark and beautiful out of his never trimmed pubic hair. I got on my knees and stuck my tongue under his foreskin and ran it around the head of his cock ‘till I thought his legs might buckle. I gently pushed the skin back and began to work on the head with slow a deliberate rhythm. A few minutes later he was insistently pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and his moans were becoming louder. He gave out a strangled gasp as the first spurt of cum shot into my mouth. I kept him in my mouth the entire time he spammed and swallowed all of his seed. He was still breathing harshly as he lifted me to my feet and yanked down my shorts and underwear. He was wildly licking and sucking at my cock and I lasted a far shorter time than he had done. I shot a good six or seven times before I was finished. He then stood up and gave me the best kiss of my life, his tongue explored every part of my mouth; the taste of my cum still hot on his breath.
It was another hour or so before we showered, got dressed and I drove him back to the Home Depot where we had met. The older gentleman was still standing in the same location with just one or two other guys. Javier walked up to him and spoke at a rapid rate to him. The man gave me an appraising look and said, “Javier said to tell you he is free anytime you need help just give him a call.” And he then wrote down a phone number and handed it to me.
I looked at the number and looked over at Javier, “Tell him that I could use help cleaning out the attic, I can be here at eight a.m. tomorrow. “
The man translated and that beautiful smile again erupted out of Javier’s face.
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