Chuck got out to the porch as Jacob Wilson was starting the old rusty push mower. He had a front row seat to watch the ripped jock bent over, yanking hard on the starter cord. The third time he pulled, the mower's engine lurched into action. Jacob started mowing swaths through the already almost perfect yard.
Chuck waited. It was hard in more ways than one for him to wait but he waited, watching as the wetdream of a jock striding behind the machine. Chuck watched as with each powerful stride in those worn boots he caught glimpses of the straps of that jock. He enjoyed the show, not fully believing what he had done, what he had created, until finally he couldn't stand it any more.
"Hey Jacob!" he called. The hot jock didn't seem to hear him and he tried again. The young man heard him the second time and cut off the mower. He lumbered across the clear division between the Wilson yard and Chuck's mess and stood there.
Jacob had felt a quick feeling of apprehension as the man had called him over but that had vanished as soon as it had appeared.
Chuck leered at him appreciatingly noting the dark sweat that had began to soak the little fabric the young stud was wearing.
"How's it going mister Chuck?" Jacob said with a grin.
"It's better now that you're here," Chuck said with a slightly nervous lilt to his voice. It was one thing to imagine a fantasy, to get his rocks off to an idea but to have one of his dreams standing there with only three yards between them was something incredible. Chuck coughed and then recovered quickly. "Do you think you might want to put some of that muscle to use taking care of things over here?" he said, trying to keep the desire out of his voice. Still, he noticed Jake's dick jump a bit at the compliment.
"I'll do whatever you need me to do!" Jacob said, doubling down on his grin, absentmindedly lifting up his shirt as he scratched his stomach, showing the treasure trail that led to the dark pubes peeking out above his tiny shorts, unknowingly drawing attention to the bulge hidden within.
Just then, with worse timing than Chuck could have imagined. The alarm on his phone he had set began to ring out.
"Uh, just mow mine too if you don't mind," Chuck sputtered, rushing to go inside and see how the others of his inputs had panned out.
As he turned into house, he noticed Jacob spring into action retrieving the mower, eager to please.
Chuck rushed up the stairs to watch the computer generated forms of Mark and Michael stir into action.