It started on Tuesday. I had a few days off work and was glad the sun was beating down. I lived in a block of flats that had a large courtyard in the middle. I was planning to go down and find a spot in the sun. All I had on was a t-shirt and shorts and when I got down there I pulled the shirt off. I laid on the grass and let the sun fall on my body. I was quite proud of it actually I had spent 2 years losing 3 stone and tightening up those muscles that had been hidden. With the summer here I had also had my chest waxed to show of the muscles more, just leaving a dark trail poking out of my shorts up to my belly button.
After about an hour I heard a noise and looked up to see the gardener pruning the shrubs. He was new, I hadn't seen him before. With the summer holidays here he was probably a college kid earning some summer money. As I carefully looked him over under my sunglasses I could see he was athletic and tanned. As if he was reading my mind he pulled on his t shirt and took it off. Underneath there was a young body, tanned and with a covering of hair that seemed out of place with his youth.
I pushed myself up on my elbows to get a better look as he moved around the plants working his muscles in his back and legs. He started to gather up the trimmings and walk towards the compost heap when he tripped and dropped them. I leapt up and jogged over to give him a hand.
"here let me help" I said, getting a better look at him. He must have been early twenties, very early twenties! "thanks" he replied. We walked over to the corner and dumped the trimmings. As we stood up I saw him glance over my body. "the name's Chris, I'm the temporary gardener" offering his hand. I shook it feeling a firm grip. "Hi, I'm Nate, I live on the ground floor in 1F over there" pointing to the set of open patio doors.
"Well thanks for that I am finished for today but I'll be back tomorrow. They want me to take some of the branches out of those trees and I don't have my harness today." Chris replied.
I jumped on the moment, "You have been working hard all morning do you want a drink before you go?" "Sure" he replied.
He walked over to his t shirt and picked it up and tucked it in his shorts and then followed me into the flat. "beer?" I asked, "sure".
"I see you work out a bit" he asked as I brought over two cold beers. "yeah I've been getting the beach body ready for the summer" I laughed." You don't look too bad yourself, must be all that gardening."
"yeah and I play for the University football and rugby team when I'm there".
I looked him over again in light of this news. I could see where he got the definition in his chest and legs from. And even though he was hairy the tanned body and his dark hair with blue eyes set it all off. Distracted by the hair around his nipples I didn't see how he did t but he managed to drop his beer in his lap and get his overalls soaked. He leapt up and called out "shit, sorry have you got a cloth?"
I reached over the counter and grabbed a hand towel and passed it to him. He dabbed at the liquid but it had socked him through. "if they find out I've been drinking they will sack me", he seemed genuinely concerned. "if you want I can put them n the wash and dry them for you if you can wait about an hour", I replied. I was trying to be helpful but I also wanted to see him out of those work shorts.
"that would be great but there's one more problem, you see I've not had time to do any washing and I didn't have any underwear this morning so I just pulled these on". He looked down , rather embarrassed.
" hey it's alright I'll pull the door to and the curtains and get you a towel to wrap around you" I replied and got up and walked to the bathroom. When I returned I was shocked. Chris stood there starkers, holding out his shorts to me as I held the towel. Clearly he wasn't that embarrassed, all those football and rugby locker rooms must have knocked it out of him. I scanned his body. The hairy chest led down to a thick black bush that sat above a fat veiny cock that sat on a pair of low hanging shaved balls. The cock had to be 6" soft and was uncut. The hood of his foreskin was hanging over his cock head. The black hair continued on his legs all the way down.
"cheers" he said as he took the towel. However he didn't wrap it around him he just used it to sit on. I hurried into the kitchen and put the overalls into the machine and hurried back. He just sat on the couch with his cock and balls resting on the towel sipping on his beer. As he tipped hi head back his hand instinctively reached down and scratched the thick black bush. This caused his cock to move up and down as he did it. I couldn't take my eyes off it. The scratching had made his foreskin pull back slightly. He sat back up and caught me looking at his cock. He placed the bottle down and stood up.
" you seem really interested in something there? Anything I can help you with?" he asked. "I, er, no, I was just looking at your foreskin, it's quite big and I don't have one so I was just curious..." I replied.
Chris' hand went down to his cock and pulled on the drooping foreskin. He then grabbed the shaft and pulled the foreskin back over his cock head. He exposed a glistening red head and the skin bunched up behind the helmet before slowly slipping back over and covering the end of his cock.
"lets have a look at yours then" he said. I glanced down, I could tell that my cock was already semi hard from having the gardener stand naked in front of me; I couldn't be sure what would happen next if I dropped my shorts. I put my thumbs in the waist band and eased my shorts down. The trail of hair that ran from my belly button went all the way down to a neatly trimmed bush above my cock. I had shaved my balls that morning and they hung loosely against my cock. The shorts worked their way down my tanned legs brushing the golden hairs as they went. I stood up and looked Chris in the eyes. My cock wasn't as hard as I thought and I felt confident standing there, tanned, trimmed and taught as this young, muscular, hairy guy had a wry smile on his lips.
"do you mind if I have a look? It's just that I haven't seen a cut guy this close before" Chris said. Before I could answer he had fell to his knees and was looking intently at my cock. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin and I could see my cock start to twitch and grow under his gaze.
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