/>After Alan finished the porch stoops building the fence all around my backyard, it was time to have some inside house work done. I needed some windows repaired, some wood paneling removed and wall textured. Alan could do all of this and I could see that this was going to be a little more difficult for me because now, he would be in the house and it wouldn’t be as easy for me to hide my boner, if I got one.

It was a hot day and Alan was working on the windows. The heat from outside was coming in and his t-shirt was sopping wet. He finally took the t-shirt off and pitched it over a chair. There he stood with cut-off pants, his work boots and that was all. His smooth body was glistening with the sweat beads on his chest.
As he worked, we talked and I learned more about his family background. It finally came around to his dating. I knew he had no special girlfriend but, only a girl he saw once in awhile. They were just good friends. I got bold and asked him, "Just good friends? I mean no sex or anything?" He got a cute grin on his face that was starting to turn a little red and said, "Well, we do get it on, once in awhile." I then told him that it was somewhat of a miracle that his bones were not jumped by many girls. He grinned again and said there had been many that propositioned him, but they were just not his type.

Since we were on the subject, I really got bold and asked him if he had ever been propositioned by any guys. He told me there were many guys that tried to hit on him. I asked his reaction and he said he wasn’t interested at that time. I said, "At that time?" I could sense that Alan was getting a little embarrassed so, I let the subject drop for the time being.

The next day, Alan showed up promptly at 8:30, ready to go back to work on the windows. This time, he was wearing a tank top and thin shorts. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t help notice that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I could see his perfectly defined crotch. I tried not to stare and I’m sure he knew I was looking. He went about his work and as the morning progressed, so did the heat of the day. His tank top was soaking wet and his shorts were clinging as though he had been in a shower. His well defined cut cock was showing and the head was a real mushroom. His balls were hanging and even they showed the defined two in a sack.

Finally, it was about 1:00 and I asked Alan if he would like a cool salad and something cold to drink. He immediately accepted my offer and I sat him down at the kitchen table. Of course, I sat him where I could have a full view of his beautiful body and not obscured by another chair. He slowly took a sip of some iced tea and a bite of his salad. I kept glancing at his crotch and was in hopes that he didn’t notice. We talked about his next job I had for him to do. He was going to put some shelving in a closet for me. As he continued to eat, I couldn’t happen but notice that his cock head was