A while back, I needed help with some fencing along the back of my property. One day while strolling, I saw one of my neighbors and mentioned this in our conversation. He said his son needed to get out and do some work, so he said he'd send him over tomorrow. We agreed on a time for his son to meet me, and along I went. Having only moved here recently, I don't know my neighbors well, yet, but I hoped this guy's son could help.
The next day, a young boy (he looked like he was fourteen) showed up at my house. He said his name was Shannon, and that his dad said he had to come over and help me with my fence. I said okay, and asked him how old he was, and if he was ready to work? He said he just turned 18, and hoped he could help since his dad ordered him over here.
He was obviously not the working-man type. He spoke rather softly, and kept swaying side to side as we spoke. I sized him up, and wondered how much help he could be? He was pretty scrawny, with wavy blond hair, and a face that looked like it was still waiting for puberty to arrive...He didn't look a hair over 5'6", and, soaking wet, I don't think he weighed a hundred pounds.
I said "Okay, let's go..." and we got into my truck and headed out to the back of my property. It was hot, and the July Kansas sun was beating down...didn't look like a cloud in sight. I looked up at the sky as we drove and thought of my recently-deceased wife, Natalie...I missed her...
Shannon didn't say anything. He just sat there in his shorts and t-shirt looking out the window.
We arrived and quickly got to work. We were both working up a helluva sweat, and Shannon removed his shirt and proceeded to wipe the sweat off his face with it. He was pretty scrawny, and it looked like the only hair on his body was on the sweaty, matted curls of hair on his head. He worked, though..
As I was lifting a wooden rail for the fence, he ran over to help me secure it. He banged up behind me on my right side, and instead of grabbing the rail on either side of me, his left arm and hand tried to grab it through my legs up into my crotch. His forearm pushed up into my balls and cock, making me gasp unexpectedly...
"Whoops, sorry Mr. Lyons, I didn't mean that - hope I didn't hurt you.." he said with a wink...A WINK!! The k** just winked at me! What the hell did he mean by that?