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WARNING: The following story--totally written by my very hand--contains scenes of two male teens enjoying sex with one another. If this is not to your taste, do not continue reading. I am in no way responsible for anyone underage reading this work and being inspired by it. If it happens, it happens, quote the raven.
Comments on my work are welcome, mild criticisms ok, flat out insults are ignored. I always enjoy hearing suggestions on what the next installment could contain. Suprise me.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- EARNING UNDER THE SUN Part 1
by Icarus
I often wondered where Joe got all his money. Certainly he wasn't into dealing drugs or stealing. No the captain of the swim team was much too straight laced for anything weird like that. Or so I thought.
He had a job during the summer months doing lawnwork and cleaning pools. And during that summer before senior year I was in need of cash to buy the car of my dreams. And since my folks weren't going to give it to me, I asked if Joe might mind me tagging along to earn some extra bucks.
"Not at all he said. You might learn some things." He gave me one of his wicked grins, the sort that had every girl in school wet in their panties for him. Hell all the guys admired him, wanted to be near him. I was no exception.
Standing next to him, it was hard not to notice how good looking he was. Tall and trim, with a muscled chest that was a smooth as water. All the time spent swimming outdoors left him a solid golden tan, his hair shining blond. His stomach was rippled and powerful legs left you wandering how far could this guy kick under the covers. And he had a habit of wearing skimpy shorts that made you feel jealous at his total self-image.
Not that I was staring for a bulge. I thought myself straight laced too. A bit naive certainly since I was still a virgin at 17. Only this past year had my body caught up to what I wanted. It was slim and held some muscle along the arm and pecs but no where near Joe's build.
The days went by and the routine of outdoor work became easy. The two of us became much closer, and we would often spend time during the lunch break talking about sex and sports and how hot it was. Joe was reluctant to speak of all his conquests, at least the ones I had heard around school. He just shrugged and said there was nothing much to say. I thought him shy until I learned the truth.
And that was when he took the pickup to the upper side of town where all the rich folks lived in their large estates. I was surprised that Joe worked for one of them as I had always believed that they hired a landscaper or professional service.
But to this Joe just winked and said that the guy in the Tudor house needed special work done on his pool. Was I ready to really sweat? "Sure," but something about that grin of his told me that the day was not going to go as I had thought.
We pulled into the long driveway, hopped out. Joe told me to leave the tools in the back, this was an easy and fun job. We headed for the back yard, more a field than a true yard in fact. Besides a cement patio deck there was a large pool filled with crystal blue water. No one else was about.
"Brought your trunks?"
"Sure," I said watching as he stripped down to a thin bikini brief. I could never be brave enough to wear that. Joe's crotch was bulging but he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed for me to see it.
I took off my sweat shorts then dived into the pool before Joe could see the reaction his crotch had made on my own. The hardness of my dick bothered me; I had never had that reaction to another guy before and I didn't want Joe to think me queer and after his ass. The cool water relieved the pressure thankfully.
He dived in next and swam laps around me. I briefly remember asking him if we were going to clean the pool, but he merely shook his head and tried drowning me. Laughing we continued goofing' around until our lips were blue then we crawled out.
I noticed then the lawn chairs set close to each other, along with a table and umbrella. On the table was an ice bucket and some suntan oil. Without the least bit of hesitation, Joe walked over and took out a beer from the ice bucket. He threw it over to me.
"Now comes the time for us to earn some cash," he said.
"By drinking this guy's beer? Sure, I'm in."
"That's only the start." He took a long sip of the beer. "Look up at the third window from the left." He pointed back to the house.
As I drank my beer I saw a figure standing at the open window with a pair of binoculars around his neck.
"Finish the beer and then come here." Joe reclined on one of the chairs, the bottle of oil warming in his hands.
I came closer and sat down on the chair next to him. He bent in close and I could smell the chlorine on his skin so near to me. Again my groin felt uncomfortable. I twisted so that he might not see my growing hard-on.
"Listen, that guy pays me--and pays well--to lay out here and jerk off as he watches. Last time I was here he left a note telling me he wanted me to bring someone along. Now before you get bent out of shape, let me say that all we have to do is spread some oil over each other, give our dicks a yank until we shoot, then take a dip and each of us gets a hundred bucks."
He leaned closer. "You all right with this. I mean, don't think it'll make you queer and all, it's just to earn some money."
I nodded. This was all so strange, but the thought of Joe naked and yanking on his dick right next to me where I could watch was suddenly very appealing.
End of Part 1