Kyle loved chores. OK, that's odd right? Not really..Kyle made lots of money doing them. Landscaping, painting, moving furniture and even errands. It began by his summer jobs cutting grass. Then as clients asked him to do more, he gladly did whatever they asked. Summers in his summer town were hot and humid. The sight of men and boys wearing cutoffs and nothing else were quite common. Kyle was among them gladly stripping to his cutoffs to sweat like everyone else. The only difference was, he didn't mind. "How can you be so cheerful all the time?" everyone kept asking. Kyle didn't have an answer. He just knew he loved the feeling of the heat, his skin oozing out it's sweat and most of all working hard. Even his Aunt, with whom he lived, was amazed. "Must have been your father" she would say. Kyle's father was from South America but originally from Europe. He was born there and got used to the heat and humidity there. When his parents died, he was relocated to the south of the US where his mother was from. And grew up there enjoying the small town, the neighbors, the heat and sex..yes sex. Old Mr. Warren was the first. Kyle agreed to help the older man hang pictures and repaint the inside of the house. By the time he was through the place was light, re furnished and changed the entire way Warren acted to everyone. "He's a loner...watch out for him" Kyle was warned. But each week, he cut the mans lawn, trimmed the hedges and sat on the porch drinking ice tea and talking to the man. Mr. Warren had a past..everyone does. War, big cities, small towns, college and other stories fascinated Kyle. The house was dark, had old furniture and hadn't been painted in years. So Kyle agreed to help. He liked seeing things change because of his help..be it cleaning, painting or landscape work. Kyle was on a ladder hanging a big mirror. Mr. Warren had his hands on Kyles legs steadying him. They felt good. Kyle liked the man and the feeling of his strong hands on his bare thighs. He fell back and the hands slid up under his cutoffs on his bareasscheeks. "Sorry son" Warren said as Kyle recovered. "No problem sir..and thanks for catching me" "So you don't wear underwear" the man said later as they were sitting and admiring the changes Kyle had made to the living room. "Naw....helps me feel the air...." Kyle said..his cock moving as it usually did. "If I could, I'd rather work bareass" he added. "Well, we've got lots to do yet and nobody else is around" Warren said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Why dont' you take em off right now?" Kyle stood and dropped his cutoffs....his cock was hard and bobbing. "Looks like you can't work with that getting in your way" Mr. Warren sucked Kyle's cock until the boy was exploding into the mans throat. "There, feel better?" he asked Kyle. Kyle not only felt better, but was hooked. The weeks ahead of painting and other work usually found him naked and happy doing it. He learned to suck cock, take it up the ass and fuck the older man too. "I've got some other friends who'd be very interested in your inside work" Warren said to him. "Of course, I want you to come back and keep this place clean". So that began Kyle's almost fulltime job of keeping Warren's place clean, and doing the same for many other people in town. He was surprised his clients included so many prominent people too. There was a City Councilman who wanted him for Sundays while his wife was in Church and the single Minister who wanted him Saturday mornings. Weekdays too were filled with customers all over town. The factory night shift supervisor who enjoyed Kyle Wednesday mornings and the college professor who met Kyle at his home on campus between classes. Kyle stayed in town after high school and went to that college...and kept his jobs. But one of the most exciting times was when he went to a woman's house and she wanted him and her son to strip down and clean the house together. The kid, younger then Kyle, was just as horny as he. And they cleaned and sucked and fucked while the mother watched. Standing outside Mr. Warren's house one day after finishing the lawn, he stared down the street. His cutoffs hung low on his hips...one side lower then the other. His smooth chest and belly glowed with the sweat of his labor and his cock, half hard as usual tented his cutoffs just a little. A large car pulled up...and someone called him over. "You like working hard?" the voice asked. He peered inside and saw an older man. He got in and was soon on a jet having sex with the man and his friends. A ranch in New Mexico, a life of hard work, sweat, sex and his own place? He accepted and that's where he is now. Still sweating, working hard, wearing cutoffs or nothing and still sharing his body with those around him. Someday he'll return to the small town though and see if there's any work to do. He will sweat and work hard...forever.