The hot flame of need burned in Jason's loins as he readjusted his cock and walked over to the back fence separating his yard from Mr. Robinson's.
"Hi Jason."
"Hi Mr. Robinson... gardening today?"
"Yes... you too by the looks of it... and I've told you, it's Christopher."
Jason let his eyes rove down over Mr Robinson's body, taking in the tanned chest and the bulge in his athletic shorts, "Want some help?" he heard himself asking.
"What with...the gardening?" Jason's eyes snapped up to meet Mr. Robinson's knowing grin... and he felt a blush start to rise in his cheeks...
"Well..." |