Hard Labor

On a particular Saturday I got up early and went for a run. I had finished all of my work for the week and was not sure what I would do with my day. It was unusually hot so I went out with just my running shorts and sneakers on. It was around 8 when I returned home and saw Matt’s truck sitting at the gate. My heart skipped as I wondered if I had forgotten that I needed to let him in. I ran a bit faster until I was within a few yards. I could see him sitting inside drinking a coffee but he hadn’t looked up yet.
“Hello”, I yelled panting slightly.

He heard and looked around. When he saw me he waved and began to step out of his open door. I reached the driver’s side of the truck and smiled as we met face to face.
“I’m Matt”, he said holding out his hand.
“I know. I’m Jonathan. I’ve noticed you…” I said.
As I said it I found it to be a strange phrasing and I began to blush as I took his hand. Matt smiled and I felt more relaxed. His hand felt very strong and bigger than I expected. I found myself looking down at it as we shook.
“I’ve noticed you too”, he replied.

I shuddered as he stroked my hand with his thumb. I looked at his strong wrists and glanced up his bare forearms. They were very muscular with soft blonde hair and I had never seen such prominent veins up close. They were bulging out of the insides of his arm atop a rounded mound of muscle. I reached the start of his bicep with my eyes before I caught myself. I quickly looked up at him and he was giving me a warm, confident grin. I dropped his hand sheepishly and stepped back. As I did he clearly looked me up and down. He cleared his throat and swallowed before saying,
“I need to polish up a couple things. I hope it’s not a problem. I know it’s Saturday and all.”
“No, no problem”, I replied as I was jolted back into reality.
I walked toward the gate and pushed the electric control in my pocket. I waved for him to follow me and he began to step back into his car.
“Want a ride?” he yelled from behind me.
“Sure”, I said as I turned to him.
“Hop in”, he said.

He began to pull forward into our long driveway and stopped just as I reached the passenger door. I pulled it open and slid in suddenly very aware that I was nearly naked and sweaty.
“Are you sure you want me in here. I’m sure I stink?” I asked half jokingly.
“It’s a work truck. Make yourself at home. You’re not nearly the dirtiest guy ever to sit there”, he replied smiling broadly.

I felt my penis begin to swell as he looked at me and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. He seemed to notice and looked straight at my crotch for a second before stepping on the gas. As we drove I casually glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was wearing tan work boots and worn jeans. They were very tight around his muscular thighs. I looked at his face and when I was confident that he wasn’t paying attention I glanced at his lap. I almost gasped when I saw the outline of his penis bulging down his left leg. I couldn’t look away and felt myself salivating. I was definitely getting an erection now. I saw his head turn and I quickly looked up at him. He smiled kindly and said,
“Don’t worry about it”.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. There had been a significant pause since I last spoke and he couldn’t have still been talking about my smell. My face became very red.
“I can just get out here. I need to cool down”, I said as we rounded the curve about half way to the house.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yeah. This is cool. Thanks”, I said as I reached for the door handle.

He stopped and I stepped out. I turned away from the truck as he pulled off afraid that he would see the bulge in my shorts. I waited until he was a few yards away before facing the house and beginning to walk. I was very hot suddenly. I had a significant tent in my shorts that would have been obvious to anyone and I felt tingly all over. I took my time, walking slowly and waiting until he parked at the side of the house before going to the front door. Once inside I breathed a sigh of relief. I walked upstairs to my room and took a cool shower. My erection soon went away so I dried off and went to my closet. I had a large walk-in closet with a round ottoman in the center. The walls were fitted with shelves and cabinets. It was a waste as I didn’t have many clothes but it helped me stay organized. I found a pair of white boxer briefs and slid them on. I pulled a white T-shirt and a pair of track pants out of a drawer and put them on. I went downstairs to the kitchen and began preparing my breakfast. I caught glimpses of Matt out of the corner of my eye as he worked on the terrace. I was careful not to look at him but thought that I could feel him watching me from time to time.

I made an extra large smoothie with protein powder and decide to offer him some. I was a little bit nervous about talking to him again but when I’d finished my oatmeal I braced my self to do it. I poured it into two glasses and walked out to the terrace. My heart sank as I didn’t immediately see him. I heard a car door slam and for a moment I thought he might be leaving. I was so disappointed. I turned to walk back in the house when I heard rustling in the grass. He appeared on the side of the house walking briskly with no shirt on. For the first time I got a clear view of his torso from the front. He was essentially perfect. He had broad shoulders, a bulky chest with chiseled, perfectly square pectoral muscles. His abdomen was rippling and almost concave without an ounce of fat and his arms were the most beautiful I had seen. His biceps were round and defined. I knew that I wanted to touch them. His jeans hung low with the weight of a massive tool belt which moved from side to side as he walked. He looked up to find me at the edge of the terrace with my mouth slightly agape. He smiled broadly and I noticed how nice his teeth were.