Afternoon at Garrett's

Taking a trip back to the archives, and it's time for another story that I wrote with a photo of Paul (check out his collection here to see and read more) in mind.

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"Of course, swing on by whenever you need something from the shed- the back gate is always open."

Those words echoed through my head as I walked over to my neighbor Garrett’s side of the fence. I’d always lived in apartments, so now that I had a landscaped backyard, I didn’t have any tools to maintain it. Luckily for me, Garrett had a shed full of them. I’d crept in the back gate, and as I walked across his manicured lawn, I saw his back patio doors wide open.

It was finally cooling off, and he was taking advantage of the breeze. Walking up to his deck, I thought I’d announce myself, but I was left speechless before I could say anything. Lying on the couch, Garrett was fast asleep in front of me. His hands were thrown back behind the pillow, and his barely briefed crotch was aimed right at me. His balls were almost ready to fall out, and I waited with baited breath to see if they would. Cursing myself for not bringing my phone, I tried to creep away, but I stepped on a squeaky board behind me.

Slowly, he woke up and stretched his arms over his head- as he did, his shirt rose up exposing his hairy tummy to me.

"Hey neighbor, coming over for those trimmers again?"

He seemed completely unfazed by the huge tent that he was pitching in those briefs- the same one that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. Fuck, I had to look anywhere else.

"Yeah, I just walked over, and sorry man for intruding, I didn’t mean-"

"Oh, no worries on that. It’s just us guys here."

"Still, I-"

Smirking at me, he stood up and walked over to me.

"You know, if you feel bad about seeing me in my skivvies, you could always return the favor to make it even."

Sweat started dripping down my back as I realized how much I wished that could happen. I’d already fantasized about him taking me into his strong, muscular arms on multiple restless nights, but I’d be way too embarrassed to actually follow through.

Turning to leave, I didn’t even make it a step before he grabbed onto my arm.

"Time to make it even."

A silly suggestion at first, I now knew that he was being completely serious… I wouldn’t be leaving his house until I’d dropped my shorts. Already shaking, my hands lowered to my waistband as I began to push my gym shorts down to my feet. Garrett’s eyes didn’t leave me once, but every time I caught his gaze, I had to look away before the blush on my cheeks got any redder.

My cock was already starting to firm up, and I had to bite the bullet and take my shorts completely off before they got stuck on my hard cock. With them at my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them off before I chickened out.

"Hell yeah, brother. Let me grab us a beer to enjoy on the deck."

When he came back, he was holding two beers and his shirt in his hands. His powerful chest was covered in hair and sinewy muscle.

"With this weather, I though we’d work on our tans a bit. Join me."

I’d felt moderately safe with my long shirt on since it covered my bulge, but I was shit out of luck now. Too desperate to impress him, I shucked it over my head before I could even think. My pale skin seemed to shine next to his chest, and I stupidly took another look. Gazing down, I saw his still hard cock was pushing down the waistband of his briefs, and I could see the bush of hair peeking over the white fabric.

With a smile on his face, he set down the beers on a side table right near the door. He was now close enough for me to smell his scent, and I breathed in the soap and sweat coming from him.

"If I’m gonna tan, I might as well go all the way."

Before I could comprehend his words, his briefs were now at his feet, and I was watching his chiseled ass walk out the door. Any misunderstanding that I’d thought was now gone, and I knew Garrett’s intentions. Dropping my own useless underwear, I followed him outside to get fucked in the afternoon sun.