Sunday, August 21, 2011
My Hot Summer Days story
Just what are these boys up to AFTER work? Just what's included in their "Full service" summer contract?
After their initial hello how do you do intro, the lawn mower boys found ways to make their job even more interesting. This was the first serious relationship that Dale ever had. The most action he usually ever saw was either given by his own hand or through one of his friends who wanted to experiment. They never did get past the hand jobs and maybe a few half-hearted kisses. His friends just wanted to see what the difference was between a guy and a girl; for Dale he was never interested in girls. He knew what he wanted but finding that special someone was never easy. He’d gone to some gay bars, had a few one night stands, but all he felt afterwards was empty and sad inside. He wanted to find someone to share his life with.
He looked over at Henry; they were sitting at the Watering Hole. It had become a regular thing between them to go there after their work week was done. It was Friday night and the place wasn’t packed yet. They had karaoke and a piano player that was there on Saturday nights. He and Henry sat at the bar, nursing two beers and enjoying the ESPN highlights that were playing on the TV behind the bar. They hadn’t repeated the roll in the grass that they’d done the other day. They didn’t talk that much about it either and Dale wondered what was on Henry’s mind. He decided that coming to a neutral spot like the bar was the best place to talk about what the next step was, or if there was one at all.
“Yeah?” The other man kept staring at the TV screen.
“Can we talk?” Dale was getting nervous. What if Henry told him he didn’t want a relationship with him beyond work? What if he’d get one of those ‘let’s just be friends’ kind of response?
“Sure,” He now had Henry’s undivided attention. The look on his face was open but he couldn’t tell what he might be thinking.
“Let’s go to the corner booth so we can have some privacy.”
“Okay.” Henry picked up his beer mug and followed Dale to the booth. “What’s on your mind?”
Dale was sitting on one side opposite Henry staring down at his own mug; his fingers were running up and down the condensation that collected on the outside of the glass. “I wanted to ask you something. It’s not easy for me. You know—to talk about this.”
“It’s okay, Dale, you can talk to me about anything.” Henry took another sip of his beer and licked off the foam from his lips.
“Knock that off, you’re not making this any easier if I have to watch some tongue action.” Dale couldn’t stop squirming in his seat. His cock had also noticed the tongue swipe and it was starting to get very tight in his jeans.
“What are you talking about?” Henry asked, a smirk on his face—he knew exactly what he was doing to Dale.
“I want to know where we go from here. I mean I’m interested in you, and I hope you want the same thing, too.” Dale took a nervous sip of his beer and stared at Henry’s face.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about my options,” Henry said as he traced his finger idly against the wooden table.
“Your options?” Dale sat up straight; Henry didn’t say anything about being involved with anyone else, but then again he hadn’t asked him either.
“Yeah, I mean I was looking around, seeing what Green Lawns had to offer.” Henry rattled off the names of other landscape companies that Laramie Landscaping competed with for contracts. “But you know what I discovered?”
“What?” Dale was worried. Suppose Henry decided to leave? He couldn’t dismiss the budding feelings he was having for the man sitting opposite him. Maybe he’d come on too strong and this was Henry’s way of saying no. The man tended to beat around the bush instead of coming directly to the point about matters.
“They don’t hold a candle to where I’m working now. I mean the pay is about the same but the workers are all old farts. They don’t have a handsome guy like Dale Laramie working there. So I think I’ll stay with the best.”
“You will?” Dale reached over and stroked his fingers against the back of Henry’s hand. His heart leapt when Henry wrapped his fingers around his and squeezed.
“Sorry, Dale. I just needed a little time to think. I mean I haven’t been in a serious relationship in about two years.”
“I didn’t mean to come on strong. I was worried I scared you away, that you’d quit.”
“Not a chance. I need the job. Besides, I like the perks that come with it.” Henry smiled at him.
“Perks?” Dale’s uncle didn’t give many perks to this job, aside from offering some health insurance.
“Yeah, where else can I get to view a bubble butt?”
“Get out of here, I don’t have a bubble butt.” Dale felt his cheeks grow red in embarrassment.
“Oh yes you do, I saw it myself.” Henry paused to change the subject. “So does your uncle know you’re gay?”
“Yes I came out to my family when I was sixteen. It took them some time to get their minds wrapped around it, but they just want me to be happy.” Dale knew it would be a risk to come out to his family, not knowing how they would take it. But he was glad he had. “What about you? Does your family know?”
“My mom and my sisters know. My dad died about five years ago. I don’t know if he knew I was gay or not. But my family has always been very liberal-minded so they were cool with it.”
After sitting in the booth for a while their order of Buffalo wings finally arrived. They’d ordered more beer and ate more wings until they were stuffed.
“Do you want to take a walk down to the marina?” Dale loved the water and loved going down to the docks to see the fisherman coming in with their boats.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Dale led the way down the long sidewalk. They glanced at the shops lining either side of the street that led down to the water.
“Come on I want to show you something.” Dale grabbed Henry’s hand and pulled him along to the stone retaining wall at the end of the road. He could see the boats that were coming into the harbor for the night. “This is the best place to watch the show.”
“What show?” Henry mirrored Dale’s actions as he got onto the wall and sat down on the edge. The boy’s legs dangled down against the other side.
“That one.” Dale pointed at the setting sun. “There’s nothing like watching the sunset. This is my favorite part of the day. I’ll sit here for hours after the sun goes down and wait for the stars and the moon to come out.”
“Are you a stargazer?” Henry asked.
“Yeah, have been ever since my parents took me out to stargaze during the fall and winter. Those are the best times to really see the stars. There is too much light pollution the rest of the time.” Dale felt Henry’s fingers intertwine with his own, Henry rested his head against his shoulder and Dale got a warm feeling inside. “What do you want to do, Henry?”
“Do? Right now I’d like to just sit like this and watch the sunset with one of the nicest guys I know.”
“Nice huh? Well you’re not so bad yourself.” Dale turned and kissed the top of Henry’s head, then rubbed his cheek against the soft dark hair. “But where do you want this to go?”
“You think too much. I like you, you like me. Let’s just go with the flow and see how things develop.”
Dale smiled when he felt Henry’s arm go around his waist and his head moved from his shoulder to his chest. Dale wrapped his arm around Henry’s shoulder and held him close. He never dreamed that taking a job mowing lawns would have brought him someone who was making him very happy.
The water lapped against the stone wall, they listened to the sound of the seagulls crying out and heard a distant horn from one of the boats. They sat there a long time, watching the stars come out. Every once in a while they would start kissing and hugging each other. They took things very slowly. Dale had never felt this happy before.
Four months had gone by, the two guys were officially dating. Henry surprised him on his birthday by giving him a T-shirt, which said ‘Lawn Mower Boys’ on it and opened his jacket to show him he was wearing a matching shirt.
When someone said something was as interesting as watching the grass grow, Dale and Henry agreed, their relationship grew as strong and everlasting like the grass they mowed.
Author bio: Lily Sawyer has to credit her late mother for her interest in reading and writing. She used to take her to library and opened up to her the world of books.
She took a writing class in an adult enrichment program and got hooked. She started off writing stories set in various fandoms she was interested in like Star Trek and Brokeback Mountain. After getting some encouragement from family members and friends, she finally decided it was time to write her own original stories.
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