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An Uncomplicated Life
Chapter 1
My name is Mark Jenson. I'm a middle aged 50 year old architect who was looking to slow down and uncomplicate my life. On background, I started working for myself with builders right out of college designing rehabs and upgrades in Hartford, CT, moved into condo renovations and eventually started designing government buildings, hospitals and public works projects. Along the way I hired people as my business grew to employ 40 employees. The money was great but the headaches doing public buildings and dealing with the political burocracy was taking its toll on my sanity. I needed to uncomplicate my life. My wife Donna, on the other hand, was an executive assistant to a successful turn around wizard who traveled all over the country saving floundering businesses. She stayed in the office and handled the paperwork and details as he traveled. We would take long weekends to visit friends in upstate NY when the pressure got too much for me. It was on one of these weekends that we came across a picturesque little farm that was for sale. The owners were getting on in years and were moving to Florida. When we got back to the city my wife was surprised when her boss announced he was retiring and offered to sell his business to her for a very reasonable price. The low price was only offered to her for her years of loyal and dedicated service. She would be doing the traveling and this really appealed to her. I also made my decision to offer my design firm to my two oldest employees who had been with me almost from the beginning. One was great with details and the other was a smoozer who could deal with the clients. With these moves in place, we negotiated with the owners of the farm and made our move to a small town in upstate NY.
So this is where the simple life was to begin . . . not! The owners of the farm sold us their equipment with the property. The grounds around the house were immaculate and well cared for. I complimented them on the work they had done but they told me a local boy did all of the work around the grounds and would probably be willing to keep doing it for us if we wanted. That sounded great as I could see keeping the grounds that nice would require a lot of sweat labor, not something I wanted any part of. We had the closing and I hired a local contractor to renovate one of the bedrooms into an office for my wife and another into an office for me. Hers looked over the pool and one side of the land and mine looked out onto the barn and the back of the property. We moved from the city to the country a month later once we had tied up loose ends with our business deals.
We had made arrangements with the real estate agent to meet the movers and have everything set up in the house when we arrived. The first thing that met our eyes when we arrived was how well kept the grounds were around the house. I was bewildered as to how things stayed so immaculate after a month on neglect since the closing. The answer came the next morning with a knock on the door. I opened the door and there was a tall blond haired young man who extended his hand and introduced himself as Ryan, the one who had been doing the yard work for the previous owners. His grip was firm and his body was trim and strong. His face and arms were tanned from working outside. His blond hair a little tussled from the breeze, just enough to give him that casual look. The touch of his hand gave me a totally unexpected and unexplained twinge in my crotch. I tried to ignore it and pay attention to what he was saying. He explained that he had been keeping up his weekly schedule on the property in hopes of keeping his job when we moved in. He really wanted to keep the job as he needed to money to help out at home. He didn't want to get paid for the last month as that was showing us how much he wanted to keep the job and not let anyone else get their foot in the door. If he were seen still maintaining the yard, everyone would assume he had already been hired. Smart and good looking, I liked this boy already. He told me his schedule would vary as he had to help at home when his mother was working and her scheduled varied. But he usually worked for 4 hours twice a week and would do whatever it took to get the work done by the end of the week. Donna came to meet Ryan at the door and they chatted for a while. After he left she commented on how lucky we were to have kept him. I couldn't have agreed more.
My wife had a commitment in Texas that week and I drove her to the airport on Friday. Ryan was working in the yard and I told him I'd be back around 2 that afternoon. It was an unusually hot day so I told him he was free to take a swim in the pool to cool off when he was done. He thanked me but explained he didn't have a bathing suit with him. The pool was in the rear of the house and very private. I joked and told him bathing suits were optional, especially with neither one of us around. The thought of him swimming naked in our pool gave me another twinge in my cock. What the hell! I'm a happily married heterosexual. Except for that once, but more on that later. We loaded her luggage and left. We had left plenty of time in case anything happened, flat tire, etc and arrived several hours before her flight. She said this would give her some time to review her notes before the flight. We had a quick coffee together, said our good-byes and I drove back to the farm. I got there around noon, a full two hours ahead of what I told Ryan. I went in the house and upstairs to my wife office to put away a file she inadvertently taken with her. As I looked out the window, there was Ryan in the pool, naked. The sight of his young, tight, muscular body gave me more than a twinge in my crotch and I felt my cock start to grow. I watched his gorgeous ass move back and forth as he swam the length of the pool, then he flipped over to backstroke back. When he flipped on his back, he was sporting a massive erection, sticking straight up from his hairy crotch. I was frozen and couldn't move, in a trance watching this young Adonis enjoying the cool water and warm sun, oblivious that someone was watching his every move. When he got to the end of the pool, he climbed out and got his towel. End of the show I assumed, somewhat disappointed. But instead he spread the towel out on the chaise lounge and lay down. Still stiff, he slowly started stroking his cock, making small moves to get totally comfortable. By now, and I can't explain why, I was also rubbing a major hardon in my pants. From my vantagepoint,I estimated his cock to be about 7" long with a nice girth and a well shaped mushroom head. His ball sack was bouncing and jiggling as he increased his stroking. Unconsciously I had taken my stiff cock out of the confines of my pants and was stroking my cock as well. The sight of Ryan's smooth body glistening wet in the noon sun as he stroked he cock faster and faster had my hand take control and was stroking in rhythm to his. He began bucking his hips and his stomach and it was only a few more strokes before he shot a huge load of cum all over himself, surge after surge after surge, at least seven if I counted right. As he was about half way through his orgasm I felt that familiar feeling building in my gut and I also shot a huge load of cum all over the new rug in my wife's office. Ryan lay there catching his breath and then got up and jumped in the pool to clean up. Just before he went in the water, he looked around behind him and it seemed like to he looked up at the window I was watching through. Paranoia set in! Did he know I was watching? Did he see me when he turned around? Did he give me show on purpose, but how could he know I was home early? Would we loose this fantastic yard boy if he knew I was watching? And what the hell was I doing getting a hardon and jerking off watching a naked young man jerk off by my pool??? So much for uncomplicating my life . . .
An Uncomplicated Life
Chapter 2
Ryan was early Friday morning explaining he could only work a few hours and then had to get back home before his mother left for work but he would come again on Saturday to finish up what he didn't get done today. I was relieved he showed up and apparently he didn't see me watching him by the pool yesterday. After a few hours he came to tell me he was done for today and was wondering if he could get paid even though he wouldn't finish the week until tomorrow. That was no problem but we had to discuss his pay, as this was his first full week working for me instead of the previous owner.
"Mr. Peterson paid me $40 per week for my 8 hours", Ryan reported.
"Yes he told me, but there is now way I'm going to pay you that amount"
Ryan's expression went blank, he lowered his head and he understood and he would take $35 but didn't really want to work for anything less.
"Ryan, you do excellent work and at $40 for 8 hours, that's only $5 per hour! That's what I'd pay a 12 year old boy for raking leaves, certainly not an 18 year old man trying to help support his family. I'm paying you $15 an hour for your labor, that's $120 a week for your 8 hours."
Ryan looked up at me with almost a look of fear in his eyes.
"No, no, I could never accept that much money. Mr. Peterson paid me what he did because I was using all his equipment to care for the yard. It's very generous but it wouldn't be right to take that much, it would be like stealing".
"Ryan, when I was living in the city I would have to pay much more to have someone do the work you're doing. I know things are less expensive out here, but to pay you any less would be taking advantage of you and I'm not going to do that. Mr. Peterson may have not been able to afford any more that $40 but I certainly can and it's a fair wage. If you want to continue to do work here that is the pay you'll accept for now. And I also have to pay you for the four weeks you worked before my wife and I moved in."
"Oh no, certainly not. I already explained the four weeks were simply to make sure I could have a chance of keeping working here for you. I won't accept any pay for that because you didn't know I was doing it."
"Well, you have a point there. So, we'll compromise. You accept your new pay and I'll pay you for those four weeks as Mr. Peterson's pay of $40 per week. Deal?"
Ryan agreed and was all smiles as I counted out $285 in cash and paid him. He counted the money three times to make sure this was real. He thanked me again and again and then headed off on the mile trip home at a dead run. Watching his long muscular legs and he ran down the front walk and off to his house gave me another of those strange twinges. What was there about this young man and his tight muscular body that so caught my attention? I was out taking a swim in the pool, naked of course as no one was around. I was thinking about Ryan and his reaction to getting paid when the twinge returned as well as a full-blown hardon. I heard the phone ring and it broke my train of thought. I dried off and went to listen to the message on the machine. It was Ryan's mother and she was livid! She was yelling into the phone extremely upset with me. Something about carpetbaggers come in from the big city and thinking I could do anything I wanted to do. Not with her boy, she wouldn't stand for it. The message ended with her just stammering for words and slamming down the phone. Panic set in again. Did Ryan see me watching him in the pool yesterday and then jerking off? Did he tell his mother? Does she think I'm some kind of pervert after her son? Off course it didn't help that I was just floating around the pool naked with a raging boner thinking about Ryan. I decided this required more than just a return call and had to address whatever she thought right away. I got dressed and headed down the road to find Ryan's house and face her, for better or worse.
Ryan's house was easy to find. The yard was just as immaculate as my own, making them the only two in town so nice. I parked the car and went up to the front door and knocked. Ryan answered the door and was shocked when he saw me.
"Hi Ryan, is your mother available?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble for you. Please forgive me."
"Well, I'm not sure what happened so I wanted to talk to your mother and . . ."
Ryan's mother came briskly out of the kitchen and exclaimed,
"So you're the city slicker who thinks he can buy my son away from me?!? Well, let me tell you, he has responsibilities here at home and won't be shirking them for the likes of you. Ryan had a very nice arrangement with Mr. Peterson and you're not going to change things with all your money to get him to neglect his family!"
When she stopped to catch her breath, I tried to get a word in she cut me off and began again,
"Ryan is going to give you back your money and stay home and take care of his responsibilities like a good son. End of discussion!"
"No, not the end of the discussion Mrs. Johnson, just the end of your rant. Now, I'm not exactly sure what Ryan told you but I'm going to tell you my point of view. Mr. Peterson was paying your son slave wages for some excellent work. Ryan is 18 and could get a regular job paying close to what I'm going to pay him but he can't because of his unpredictable availability due to your work schedule. But I have no problem with him setting his own hours. He has made it clear from day one that his first priory is to you and his family. And I totally respect that. As you can see from your own yard, Ryan does excellent work and is a diligent worker. I built a very successful business by hiring talented and hard working people and rewarded their efforts generously. I aim to do no less with Ryan. If you assume there is some ulterior motive, I assure you there is not. I just insist on paying a young man an honest and fair pay for his hard work."
Mrs. Johnson broke down in tears and told me she was so stressed for caring for her husband who had had a stroke two years ago and trying to run her bookkeeping business from home. She was afraid of losing Ryan's help with her husband when she had to leave to visit clients. Knowing that I respected their position was a great relief to her and she apologized for her outburst. Their insurance had maxed out and she was forced to keep her husband at home and care for him themselves. I offered to give her any assistance or help in any way possible but she said they were ok and she wouldn't accept charity.
"Just one neighbor helping another if there is anything my wife or I can do to help".
"The extra money Ryan will be bringing home is a big help and I couldn't ask for more. "Please accept my apology" she said humbly.
"Certainly."
Ryan had been standing off to the side all this time, nervously shifting from one foot to the other and intently watching us. When he saw that everything was working out between us, he sighed and audible sigh and smiled. Mrs. Johnson excused herself to go check on here husband and Ryan said he show me out.
"Thank you so much for coming over and talking to my mother. I'm relieved that this all worked out. I really do want to continue working for you, no matter what the pay".
At that he took a step towards me and reached out to give me a hug. It was a strong embrace from a very emotional young man, lasting longer than what I would have considered the norm for a thank you hug. His arms were around my back and his hands rubbed my back up and down and his arms held me tight. Oh, oh, he comes that twinge again. And the stiffening cock. The paranoia set in and I was afraid if his mother came back and saw us hugging and me with a growing bulge in my pants it would not be good. As I broke off the hug, Ryan stepped back and a tear rolled down his cheek. I instinctively reached out and rubbed the tear from his cheek. The touch of his skin and the tenderness of the moment almost made my cock rip through my pants. As I turned to leave I told Ryan I hoped I would see him tomorrow to finish his week's work.
"You definitely will!"
I got in my car, drove home, stripped off my clothes and jerked off again, thinking about Ryan's intense hug and wiping his tear. What the hell?!? Am I developing feeling for him? I'm a happily married guy with a more than satisfactory sex life with my wife. Am I turning gay?!? My uncomplicated life is getting more and more complicated
More to come . . .