The sun beat down on Chris's bare back as he toiled in the flower bed. As a freelance gardener, he spent all of his time outdoors, whatever the weather, and he was enjoying the spell of warm sunny weather, much better than the soaking rain. Although someone could turn the heat down, he thought, as the sweat was dripping off his body as he worked.
Luckily his current employers were fine with him working in very casual attire, at the moment this consisted of some denim shorts, work boots and nothing else, his vest top already discarded due to the heat. Because of the recent good weather his body was developing an all over tan. Pausing, he took a gulp from his water bottle, he looked over his own body.
At 26, he was athletic without being the stereotypical chiselled form. He didn't have a six pack, but there was little fat on his stomach, and his arms and legs were well toned from the regular workout that the garden work gave him, no need to spend money at the gym.
He wiped his tanned arm, fine brown hair covering it, across his face, wiping the sweat from his deep brown eyes, and pushing his short brown hair back under his cap.
The house was in a leafy suburb that spoke of money. He'd been working here for several weeks on and off, and had got to know the run of the family.
There was Jeff the father, rarely at the house when Chris was after the initial meeting to discuss what was needed. Then there was Hugh, his son, just turned 18 and off to university at the end of the summer. Chris understood that there was another son, Mark who was travelling after his second year of uni and would be back later in the summer. There was no mother, he assumed a divorce, but nothing had been said.
With Jeff barely being around, all of his interactions were with Hugh. It was Hugh who paid him, brought him drinks, and generally made him feel welcome. Over the weeks, he'd got to know the younger man, and whilst their interactions had begun professional, as they got to know each other, there was definitely an element of flirting going on.
Hugh was definitely Chris's type. Being that much younger, Hugh hadn't let his body go to any vice, and a flat stomach, coupled with a toned, slim body, belied a strength beneath. His floppy blonde hair topped a wide friendly face, with lips that were definitely kissable. He was such an easy-going guy as well, which also helped.
Chris has been wondering if he could make a move on Hugh, who'd given him ample evidence that he was also interested, but as yet he'd not had chance. His work took up most of the time he was at the house, and he didn't want to risk losing the job in case he was wrong.
A noise made him look up, and from the other end of the garden he saw Hugh step out from the patio doors. Hugh was also dressed for the weather, his pale torso bare and just a pair of speedos on as he headed to the pool that was nestled on one side of the patio. Chris tried not to focus on what the speedos were just about covering, both front and back looked appealing.
Seeing Chris, Hugh waved a greeting, before dumping his things on a sun lounger. Moments later, Chris heard a splash as Hugh jumped into the pool, and he was envious of the younger man cooling off. Sighing, he turned back to his work.
Half an hour later, he was focused on the work he was doing, when he suddenly heard his name being called. Looking up, he saw Hugh calling and waving to him. Putting his tools down, he slowly walked the length of the garden, and round to the patio.
Hugh was lying on his front the sun lounger, and Chris got a great view of Hugh's ass, stretching the glistening fabric of the speedos, the two globes magnificent. Shaking his head, he realised he was staring, and moved his gaze to Hugh's face.
"Hot isn't it," Hugh said friendly, smiling up at Chris.
"Sure is," Chris smiled back, feeling the sweat trickle down his back and under the waistband of his shorts.
They chatted for a minute, Chris wondering why Hugh had called him.
"Can you do me a favour?" Hugh asked. "I can't reach my back with sun cream, can you do it?"
