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Sometimes there are "fringe benefits" to a job that you never even think of. Like the time Hiro's aunt asked me to paint their kitchen one weekend for $5 an hour or $25, whichever was less. I thought it would be a nice diversion to watch Hiro while I worked--a lot less boring than doing yard work for Aunt Cass--but really the money was the thing that made me accept.
I knew Hiro from school, of course -- you couldn't help but notice him, he's the shortest kid in the school. He was in his freshman year, so I didn't see him much - as I was a few years older. I only got a glimpse of him in the hall now and then. But I swear to god that glimpse was enough to keep you going for the whole day. Hiro was kind of small for his age. There were features to him, nice soft skin everywhere you looked. He had cute ears sticking out of his hair and a tight ass that you could watch forever. Sad, but gorgeous, brown eyes looked out of a round face, and a nicely shaped mouth. His hair was black and shaggy with sharp edges jutting out everywhere.
When he first came to the school, I thought he'd cause a riot. New glands weren't strong enough for the strain of watching him sway back and forth down the hall. I remember the time he was wearing a tank top with sagging short shorts as he walked past the athletic field one day to the hockey rink, three guys at football drowned in their own hormones.
Even his name was great--Hiro.
Hiro. Hamada. I thought in my head.
On a spring day, hanging out with the guys, all you had to do was sigh, "Hiro," and they all knew what you meant.
Anyway, when Aunt Cass asked me to paint her kitchen, the money was all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Hiro, but I had conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nights of aching need had left me a little older and more cynical. I never expected anything to happen between him and me.
I came to their house in my grey Under Armour fleece shorts and a vintage black band T-shirt. One of the great things about doing odd jobs is you have an excuse to walk around in people's nice houses dressed like a slob. Aunt Cass was just getting ready to leave for her coffee shop across town -- she was the proud owner which was keeping the money coming in. The kid isn't rich but he was well off.
"By the way," she said over her shoulder, "Hiro will be helping you."
I shouldn't have been surprised. By the pay I mentioned earlier, you could tell Aunt Cass was on the cheap side. She was getting Hiro to help to make sure I came in under 25 dollars.
Almost on cue, Hiro came into the hall in brown cargo shorts, blue T-shirt - which was from SFIT, the school Hiro and I attended - and a white painter's cap I bet he bought just for this day. He even had his hair tucked under his hat. He really didn't think he was going to get any paint on himself. I heaved a sigh, silently hoped he'd screw things up enough so it would cost $25 anyway, and set to work.
I started on the ceiling and Hiro worked on the lower cabinets. I pretended it was to save him from straining himself, but the real reason was to watch him bending over and catching a glimpse of his underwear. I wasn't concentrating at all, and I had to clean up mistakes more than once. Hiro was feeling pretty saucy, and teased me about my sloppiness and his own impeccable work. He wasn't getting any paint on himself either, after all. I was getting badly tempted to put some on him.
For a moment I sensed something going on behind me. I turned around and he was pretending to paint my rear end with a roller.
"I'm fixing your face," he said.
I reached over with my brush and booped him on his little nose.
He yelped wildly as if he had been bitten. "Get it off!" he cried.
"Relax, it's just a little paint."
"Get it off! It's going to hurt my nose!"
I wet a towel in the nearby sink and carefully wiped off his nose. He was pouting like a hurt little child. "Is that better?"
For an answer, he grinned like a wolf and hit me full in the face with a loaded paintbrush.
After about three hours (only $15!) I had to admit that we were done. We got everything together and took it into the backyard to wash out. They had a big backyard with high walls--at least 8 feet--and a patio, and a lawn with soft green grass, warmed by the summer sun. We took the garden hose and rinsed out the painting tools, and then our hands (and face). I gave Hiro the hose and watched him wash the one bit of paint he got on himself, on the inside of his thighs.
"Can I help you with that?" I grinned.
He stopped, and slowly started to raise his head. By the time I saw that grin again on his face, I realized I had made a tactical error by giving him the hose.
"Don't...you...dare."
He stalked toward me with the water pistol, looking just like a murderer stalking his prey.
"Don't...even...think it."
He giggled in an evil way and kept walking toward me. I got the idea I could wrestle the "gun" out of his hand.
Bad idea.
I got it in the face for the second time that day. I tried grabbing the hose from him again, then finally made a retreat.
"You better not let me get ahold of that hose, kid," I said as threateningly as I could. But I couldn't help smiling, either at the thought of what I was going to do to him, or at the expression on his face. He still had that wicked smile, the tip of his tongue between the slight gap of his front upper teeth. Such a doll face, such an evil smile!
I "rushed" him and got soaked, but this time I got ahold of his wrist. (I think I grabbed something else for a moment, but I'm not sure.) He curled up into a ball, trying to keep me from getting control of the "gun." He didn't dare press the handle in that position. Perfect. I crouched over him, slowly moving my grip up to his hand. "No, no, please don't," he half laughed, half squealed. I reached his hand and closed his fingers over the handle. The stream of water shot Hiro square in the stomach.
He put up with it for three whole seconds, screaming at the top of his lungs, before he dropped the hose and ran. I picked up the hose and soaked him good just as he got around the corner of the house. This went on, back and forth, as the game got "dirtier and dirtier," ambushing each other, wrestling (with the hose getting less and less attention), until I had him cornered.
"No, please don't, please, I'll do anything," he pleaded, laughing so hard he was almost crying.
I stalked him, playing the mock rapist, holding the hose suggestively at waist-level...then I stopped. I couldn't believe it! His hair was dry! After all that, his hair was still perfectly shaggy, and not a drop of water on it!
Slowly, menacingly, I advanced toward him, unscrewing the "gun" from the hose. My god, what evil deed did the mad rapist have in store for his victim? Hiro stood there in the corner, beside himself with laughter, and yet now almost a little afraid of my expression. I stalked toward him, closer, closer... gently lifting the hose over his head and let the water pour down on him, ruining in a moment his handsome hair. He stood there, ready to burst either with laughter or tears, I don't know which...I was laughing. The release of that moment was tremendous.
Everything changed.
I stood there, still holding the hose, watching the water pour over his head, his shoulders, his body... that lovely boy-ish body...
His face was relaxed, his eyes closed in rapture as he let the water wash over him. I stood very close to him, really noticing everything for the first time; how the water sparkled in the sun, how it flowed over his shoulders down to his body, where his nipples showed through the soaking wet fabric; his soft, golden legs, little drops of water gleaming on his skin; his round, studly angel face, with such an expression of enjoyment; his bright brown eyes, now looking into mine.
I moved the hose down to the back of his neck, the water pouring in a sheet across his shoulders and down his back, over his lovely ass. He arched his back, pressing himself against me. Very softly, I touched his lips with mine, slowly kissing him more and more deeply, pressing against him, letting him feel how hard I was for him. He wanted to feel it. He met the force of my body with his own, letting me feel every part of his softness against me. I let the water pour down between us, feeling the delicious warm flow lubricating us, but not cooling the heat. I put the mouth of the hose against his nipple and the water squirted up into our faces. Laughing, I stepped back and moved the hose back and forth over him, letting the water play over his body, watching the different directions it ran down.
Hiro looked at me, his angel eyes filled with such lust. He bit his lower lip... or did he say something to me?
I stepped forward again, slowly unzipped his bottoms, then let the water trickle down inside. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking across each other playfully. He reached around me and pulled off my T-shirt, then stepped away so I could get a better look at him as he peeled off his own top, never for a moment taking his eyes off me. The outline of his cock was small yet slightly pointed upward and the little round tips of his nipples reminded me almost of Hershey's Kisses. I went to him, then down on my knees, pulled his shorts and underwear down just enough to take his erect penis in my mouth, sucking in as much as I could. He bent slightly, letting a little cry escape from his throat. My tongue swirled around his little penis, then licking all around, back and forth, Hiro squirming more and more. Looking up at him, I saw his face turned up toward the sun, basking in the warmth above and below. He bit his lip again, but I seemed sure he was saying something under his breath.
"Oh my fucking god," I thought he said, in a heavy whisper.
I took the hose and stood up again, and took him in my arms. I reached behind and lifted the edge of one leg of his cargo shorts, and slipped the hose up inside, between his legs. I could see he was wearing white undies, which turned me on even more.
He put his arms around my shoulder and nuzzled his face against my neck, pushing back against the streaming water, feeling it gush against his body and between the cheeks of his ass. I watched his legs moving slowly, obscenely in little circles, and the water dripping out of his shorts, and started feeling very thirsty. He ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of my ear and whispered something.
This time I heard what he said.
"I want you inside me so bad."
He loosened my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock, taking it in both hands and started stroking up and down only stopping momentarily to pull the hose out of his white briefs and to get down on his knees. He brought the hose to his mouth and started going up and down on it, licking it around the opening. He was going crazy--and so was I, just watching him. He took a bit of water in his mouth and then went down on my cock. The feeling was incredible. He held his lips tight around me as he slid my cock in and out of his mouth, swirling the water around with his tongue until he swallowed and sucked the water off my stiff dick.
"Don't cum yet," he said, in a firm voice.
"I'm trying not to."
He slid his tongue up and down, then poured water over my dick as it lay on his tongue. I couldn't believe I was watching this hot boy, ready to swallow my cock whole. He pulled my shorts and underwear the rest of the way down, then rolled onto the grass and peeled off his own shorts and briefs. I watched him as he rolled around on the soft grass, moaning with lust, both of us ready to explode. He wrapped the hose around him like it was a snake, pulling it between the cheeks of his ass, over his body, and up to his mouth. He swayed his legs back and forth, rubbing it between his thighs.
I went to him and knelt beside him on the warm soft grass. I could feel my stiff cock waving in the air as if looking for something to go into. I took the hose from Hiro and let the water pour over him, reminding me of syrup pouring over a stack of pancakes. I let the water trickle onto him. He rocked his legs up and down as the water splashed onto his boner. I moved between his legs, and still letting the water pour on his, I moved my cock back and forth, matching his rhythm so the tip touched the outsides of his ass, then deeper and deeper with each stroke, so that before either of us knew it we were fucking in the soft wet grass, my cock moving in and out to meet each thrust of his butt.
After several minutes, I bent down to nibble and suck on his lovely meaty stick. Hiro cupped it with his hands, lifting it up to my mouth so that I could suck on it more. The speed of our pleasures increased, then slowed, as we enjoyed every inch we gave each other, then sped up again as our animal lust took control. I felt I was in a dream. I had watched this handsome boy from afar, had him in my fantasies, and now it was really happening; I was sucking and fucking sweet Hiro on the soft summer grass in his back yard.
The moment came rushing upon us.
"I'm going to cum," I declared.
I felt like I was going to explode.
"I want to feel your jizz inside me," Hiro whispered looking deeply into my eyes.
I had to hurry. We quickly got into a missionary position. He wrapped his legs around my back and held me tightly as I pushed all the way into him then stayed there. We kissed long and deeply as I felt myself shooting inside of him, the sensation of his rectum contracting around me as if to milk me dry.
Hiro moaned quietly. "It feels so good."
We lay in the sun together for what felt like half an hour, perfectly relaxed, kissing and stroking each other lovingly, gently.
Eventually we got up, turned off the hose (the yard was a swamp by then) and went inside.
While our clothes were in the dryer, we rinsed off using water from the laundry tub trying to get the grassy smell out of ourselves.
By the time Aunt Cass finally came back, we were sitting contentedly on the living room sofa, Hiro's hair perfect once again, watching TV. She was amazed at how good a job we had done.
"Everything's so neat and clean--not a speck of paint anywhere!"
"We cleaned up very thoroughly," I said. Hiro and I gave each other a grin behind his aunt's back.
"How long did it take?" asked Aunt Cass as she opened her purse.
"Oh, it only took--"
"--Five hours," Hiro interrupted. "We would've finished sooner, but I kept messing up--he had to fix all my mistakes."
I looked at Hiro, letting him know with my eyes what kind of a present he was going to get from me later. If he thought he had a good time today, just wait till next time.
"So that's 25 dollars," Aunt Cass said. "Oh, here--40 dollars. I really couldn't keep it from you--not after the *wonderful* job you did!"
She looked at the kitchen as if she were viewing a painting.
"You're quite a handyman. We have to find more jobs for you to do around here--I have to get you in this house as often as possible!"
"I sure hope so!" I said.