One Sunday morning, when I went down to the village shop to collect the newspapers, I saw a card in the shop window announcing that a local man was looking for "odd jobs" - running errands, cleaning, gardening and the like. The truth is that I like gardens but I don't like gardening. I was on the phone with him as quick as I could lift the telephone.

"Local boy" might have been a more fitting description in the announcement. Joe was nineteen, had taken a job the moment he left school. The factory closed where Joe had taken up employment. He was in line for another job later in the year but needed to fill in the time between situations doing, as he explained to me, whatever turned up in the meantime.

I told him he could come right 'round. I would show him what needed to be done, just a bit of weeding really, and if he liked the idea, he could start right away.

I was sunbathing naked on the lawn after lunch when I heard the click of the gate. I pulled a towel around me and got up to greet him. He was a good-looking guy with an engaging grin, broad shoulders and chest under a sun-bleached old blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt was undone to the waist and his chest, with its fuzz of light blonde hair, was as brown as the skin of his arms. His jeans were raggedly cut off halfway up his muscular thighs.

I explained to him what I wanted done and what I was prepared to pay. The grin on his face led me to believe that the offer was more than he had expected.

"That'll be good," he said. "You said I could start right away?"

I showed him the tool-shed. After collecting some tools, he crouched down over a flower-bed and began to work. I went back to my mattress, threw off the towel and lay on my stomach with my hands clasped together above my head. I watched him under the curve of my arm. Joe stood up and looked at me. Thinking I wasn't watching, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. His broad back glistened with sweat. His jeans stretched tightly over his ass, the cheeks round and firm under the blue cloth. The waist had slipped, and I could just see the beginning of the cleft. My cock began to swell. I closed my eyes.

"Better watch it, or rather not watch it," I thought to myself. The village is small, and I don't need a reputation for seducing its inhabitants.

My good intentions didn't last long. I opened my eyes halfway again. Joe had turned 'round and sat squatting on his haunches facing towards me with one hand cupped between his thighs. He grinned for a moment, then quite deliberately let himself topple over forwards, moaning with what sounded like a cry of pain.

"Oh - shit!"

I turned and sat up. "You O.K.?" I asked.

He stood, doubled over, his hand clasped to his left thigh. "I think I've pulled a muscle," he said. "My leg sort of twisted under me."

I stood and walked over to him without bothering to put my towel 'round me. I had an idea of what sort of muscle was troubling him and was pretty sure it hadn't been pulled, yet.

Where does it hurt?" I asked.

"Sort of - 'round here," he said, rubbing the palm of his hand around the top of his thigh.

"Better put your arm round my shoulder," I said. As he did so, the rough cloth of his shorts rubbed against my hip as we walked over to the lounger. I lowered him onto it.

"I've got some arnica cream somewhere," I said. "That's the best thing. If it doesn't feel better in a while we'd better get you to a doctor."

The arnica was in the bathroom cupboard. Next to the cream was a box of condoms. I took them both. When I returned, Joe was lying with his eyes half closed. He had unbuttoned his jeans, folded back the flies and slipped one hand inside to hold his groin. A bush of blonde hair by his wrist was all I could see of anything else.

"Here you are," I said, handing him the tube. He lifted his body, tried to slip his jeans down, and let out a little exclamation of pain.

"Let me give you a hand." I took the waist of his shorts and as he lifted himself, pulled them down. He was brown all over; apparently he is as fond of the sun as I am. The line of blonde hair which started high on his chest, midway between the two dark pink paps, ran down past the dark pit of his navel and over a tight, round belly into the little bush around the base of his cock which now lay over his thigh.

I took the tube of arnica and squeezed a little onto the palm of my right hand. I bent over and quite deliberately took hold of his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. The cream felt cool on the warm skin.

"This about right?" I asked as I began to slowly massage the flesh. I felt his prick harden in my palm as he nipped his lower lip between his teeth and whimpered. He then drew in a deep breath.

"That's just right," he said. I released his cock and looked at it. It was now large and fat, its foreskin half-drawn over the dark pink bulb which glistened with moisture. A thick vein ran down its dark brown underside to where the browner, slightly rough skin of his sac supported his balls.

I looked up at him. His eyes, half-closed, met mine, then glanced down towards my cock. I sat crouching over his stretched-out legs. In the minute during which I'd been massaging his, my own cock had grown. Joe looked at me and grinned. I suddenly dug the fingers of my hand into the flesh of his thigh.

"Ooof!" he said, with surprise rather than pain.

"Not hurting as much now?' I asked.

He grinned sheepishly. "Well..." he said. Joe then reaching down between my legs, took hold of my cock and milked it gently. "You shouldn't have shown your ass off! What's a guy to do?"

He released my cock and reached further down, his fingers sliding past my cock and balls until he could probe my asshole with his index finger. I lifted myself and moved upwards until I was astride his chest. He placed both of his hands on my ass, kneaded the cheeks, and pulled them apart so that the air played between them. He began tugging at my asshole and gently stretching it open with his fingers. I lowered myself and felt his bare skin against mine, his fat cock in the slit of my ass. He lifted his head, stuck out his tongue, and delicately licked the tip of my cock. I groaned with pleasure and thrusted my hips forward. His cock sprang up and I could feel its tip pressing against my asshole. He held it there, positioning it to probe. He opened his lips and took my cock between them, pulling at my ass in an effort to pull me towards him. I felt his tongue on my shaft, circling the head of my cock. I reached behind and massaged his cock and balls, rubbing the tip against my hole. As he pulled away, my cock plopped out of his lips like a cork from a bottle. He continued to pull me forward. As I lifted myself, my balls gently knocked at his nose as he tongued the muscle running around the ring and nudged at the bud. He pulled the cheeks of my ass almost painfully apart and began fucking me with his tongue. I copied his rhythm with my forefinger in his ass-hole. He finally lifted my body and wriggled out from underneath me.

"Come on," he said. "I want to fuck you."

I grinned and reached down beside the lounger for the box of condoms. When he saw the condom, he grinned too.supported I opened one of the packets with my teeth, pulled a condom out, and eased it over his cock. I then opened the sachet of lube and rubbed it on his waiting cock before stroking the rest over and inside my hungry asshole. I crouched astride him, reached back and his cock as I placed its tip against my hole. I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. There was a moment of pain as the bulb of his cock stretched my ass-hole. I could then feel the pleasure of it inside me as it slid slowly into me.

Joe lay there in ecstasy, his eyes half-closed, his head thrown back as he reached down and gently stroked my cock. A silky string of pre-cum oozed out and ran down the shaft.

"Christ - you're so hard!" he said. "Oh - oh, SHIT!" he suddenly moaned as his cock spasmed inside my hole and a flood of hot liquid filled me.

Joe collapsed beneath me.

"Sorry!" he said after a while. "I haven't come for almost a week, and...."

"I'm sorry too. Never mind, I'm sure we can pass the time 'til you've recovered."

I could feel him soften inside me. As I lifted myself off of him, I held on to the rubber's rim so that it would stay on his now softening prick.

"You mean you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I stood and looked down at him. His cock, though limp, was still thick and impressive as it lay on his right thigh.

He lifted his knees, placed his hands behind them and pulled them up against his chest and out towards his shoulders, opening himself to me. His balls hung slightly and the skin of his groin (the only white skin on his body) emphasized the darkness of his ass-hole. I knelt down and lowered my head. The skin of his groin was as soft as it was white. His light mist of hair was damp and slightly salty beneath my probing tongue as I licked the skin at the top of the thighs and the crevice beneath his balls. One by one I took his firm, round balls in my mouth. I could feel the cords in the loose skin sac. I ran the tip of my tongue along the vein on the back of his cock and over its fat, pink head. The head and shaft were sticky and tasty with his sour and pungent cum. I sucked the stalk like a lollipop while I pulled the foreskin back and felt the hard rim beneath the crown against my lips. He groaned with pleasure. I could feel his hands on my head, trying to persuade me to milk him.

By now, I was ready for my own pleasure. I quickly tore open another condom, slipped it on, lubed it up, pushed my hands under his ass and lifted him as I thrust my cock into his hole. He cried out in pleasure and pain as I began to swivel. His whole body shook as I plunged into him. As I looked down I could see the rubber ring of the condom appearing and disappearing as my cock entered and left his body. I began to pull it all the way out so that I could enter him anew with each thrusting moment. His ass-hole was wide open like the dark entry of a tunnel. I reached for his cock, now iron hard, and began frigging him in time to the rhythm of my own thrusts.

Joe moaned as a small spout of cream coloured liquid fell from the end of his cock and ran over my fingers. I bent over while still thrusting and pulled him towards me, kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I came.

We lay still. He slowly lowered his legs, resting his heels on my back just above my buttocks. I kissed him on the end of his nose and he grinned up at me.

"I think you're engaged for the summer," I said. "That is if the work suits you."

He slapped my ass sharply. "What do you think?" he asked.

"I think you'd better come early tomorrow. There's a big bed that needs your attention."

"It wouldn't be indoors?" he asked.

"You guessed it."