Daniel ran down the path to Mr. Lalonde's. Running in the heavy humid air meant he was soaked. Wet with sweat seemed to be the norm for Daniel these days. Daniel liked being sweaty for the most part, it made him feel like he was accomplishing something.
His old, thin t-shirt was completely stuck to his torso. The shirt didn't cover his navel, there was no point in even wearing a shirt with it stuck to his body, it revealed every curve and bulge of Daniel's muscular, toned chest. It even revealed his nipples and the small hairs around them, the butterscotch color of his skin was apparent through the sheer grey fabric. He pulled the shirt out away from his stomach in an attempt to get it hanging normally but when he let it go it reattached itself to his skin instantly.
Below his shirt hard, lean lower abs with a stream of sweat trickling straight down across his tan line and into his bush which was now completely visible as the old shorts sagged slightly lower with the dampness. His bush was unusually large and puffed out from the humidity. It hadn't been that long since the last trim and it appeared as though he didn't trim at all with it standing so far from his body. The one positive in Daniel's mind was the amount of moisture darkened the color of his pubic hair, it appeared closer to brown in color the reddish tone much less noticeable when moist.
The root of Daniel's cock and his pelvis was actually helping to hold up the shorts now, with no drawstring the waist band rested where his cock emerged from his body at the bottom of the pubic area. Although it was still hidden from the view of others, if Daniel looked down he could see the front of the shorts rested on the root of his cock. His cock was heavy and hanging large from the recent erection and the humidity. It made an outline four inches long to the left of his fly. The ridge of his cockhead clearly showing he was cut. The back of the shorts revealed more of Daniel's round butt, more of his hips, more of the stark white middle regions of his body and the contrasting body hair.
Daniel kept up his pace, not wanting to be late. He walked down the short street and in front of the long low California ranch style house. It looked a lot nicer than Daniel remembered. Of course he hadn't actually been over to Mr. Lalonde's since he came with his parents six years earlier as a pimply teen. He rapped on the glass door, the inner door was open and he could see into the dark house. No answer.
"Hello?" Daniel called.
"Daniel? Out back," came the distant response.
He remembered a gate at the back of the carport and hurried around the right side of the house, past the sixty-three Skylark convertible Lalonde drove all summer.
Lifting the latch he stuck out his lower lip and blew up across his face trying to cool off and get his hair out of his eyes. The gate swung open and he was left speechless with what he saw.
Lalonde was in the backyard when Daniel arrived at three on the dot. The old man was working on an old record player, trying to get a very finicky tiny screw into a hard to reach hole. Restoring vintage audio equipment was a hobby and occasional ebay money maker for the old man, not that he needed it. His glasses were greasy and on the end of his nose. He saw the gate open out of the corner of his eye. He looked up. The gate swung open and Daniel stepped onto the stonework. Lalonde was left speechless with what he saw.
Before Daniel was an oasis, a veritable paradise of stonework, risers, walkways, gardens, two connected ponds with a small wooden bridge between them. Toward the back of the yard there was what seemed like a whole other house, he recognized it as the old woodshop that he remembered as falling down and over grown with weeds. Now it was a slick modern looking rectangle of metal stone and lots of glass, it was very open and had it's own outdoor living area beside it, complete with outdoor sofas, coffee tables and a sectional. At one end of this outdoor living area, a standalone fireplace with chimney.
Daniel was standing there just inside the gate and he was still showing so much skin. Lalonde stared at his body. His thin shirt seemed to disappear onto his cut body it was plastered down to Daniel's chest. The shirt clung to Daniel's abdomen but failed to conceal his belly button. Then the lower abs, caramel colored and hard looking they softened and lightened to a bright white tan line.
Daniel's shorts were even lower than they were last night when Lalonde saw him on the path. Lalonde could see Daniel's entire bush, his shorts were so low. He could see Daniel's thighs through the large holes in the front legs of the shorts. When Daniel twisted slightly to close the gate Lalonde could see his hips from the side and that beautiful round ass that was partially uncovered by the low shorts. Lalonde's cock stiffened in his own shorts, growing almost completely erect as he looked at Daniel.
"Is Daniel taking drugs?" Lalonde wondered. He quickly dismissed this when he saw Daniel's clear, professional demeanor.
"Low rise shorts is probably the latest fashion," Lalonde liked this fashion trend if that is indeed what it was.
"He is doing this on purpose," Lalonde decided. "He is trying to tease me because I am gay." Lalonde decided to pay it no mind if Daniel was indeed teasing him. He enjoyed looking at his body and if Daniel was finally showing it, he wanted to take it in.
Lalonde began to wonder how he could get to see Daniel's cock. "Maybe I can hire him to pose nude for photos or drawings?" Lalonde wondered. "Too weird, being so close to his parents," he decided. He would just play it as it came and see if an opportunity presented itself.
"Hey," said Daniel casually moving his arms down in front of the centre of his body in a long v shape.
"Daniel, what did you swim here?" Lalonde asked when he noticed Daniel's soaking shirt.
"Doggy style...er dog paddle, yeah," Daniel said, unable to suppress an uncontrollable laugh at his verbal slip up.
Lalonde laughed, "Oh twenty-year-olds. I know where their minds are. Can I get you a drink? I have juice, soda, water. I'm trying to perfect my mojito if you want to be my guinea pig."
"Sure, what is in it?" Daniel asked.
"Mint and lime," Lalonde answered.
"Sounds awesome!" Daniel's throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper.
"No problem, I'll make you a pitcher."
"Sure, sounds great. Do you want to show me some of the work you want done, so I can have a look while you make the mo... mo... sorry the mint lime drink?" Daniel asked.
"Mojito. Yeah sure, come on in here," Lalonde said walking toward the large guesthouse at the back of the property.
Daniel followed behind Lalonde, his mind racing with how he could fix his current attire. He pulled up his shorts at the front, which helped for a while, but they quickly worked their way to the low position resting just below his frizzed bush. He pulled the shirt out and down, but again it instantly attached itself to his skin. He felt so embarrassed, so angry when he thought about Barb and how she was responsible for making him walk around like this.
They approached the building which opened onto the tile patio. The entire wall opened through a series of sliding class panels giving it a very open feel. Inside it was full of clutter most of it junk. There were also some new furnishings wrapped in thick plastic and cardboard.
"You just had this drywalled?" Daniel asked noticing the bare drywall with its lines and spots of plaster.
"Yes, last week," Lalonde answered.
"So paint this room?" Daniel continued.
