Folks take comfort in different things as time passes, and numbers associated with one’s age increase, creating a slower way of life. There is nothing clever about that. It happens to be true, that youth gives one a lifetime of memories. You just have to live long enough to endure it. Growing up comes with learning, and every day was Owens's classroom.

The years move on, with all the hookups and buckets of testosterone that have come and gone, Owen still remembers summer.  It brings several glorious months, like nothing on the planet. It is because, Owen works in landscaping, following in the footsteps of his dad, now retired. He is working with a crew of men and women, landscaping on Long Island.

The landscape team had barely chugged down their morning coffee when Kenny pulled up in the company truck, and yelled out the window.

"Okay fellows, the social hour is over. That includes you, Liz, darling.”

“How ‘bout coffee, you old grouch?” yelled one of the men, holding a paper cup in the air.

“Okay finish up, and then get your asses moving. I’ll go and pick out the shrubs.”

"Ah stuff it," mumbled Matt finishing his coffee, and biting into a buttered hard roll.

"Owen, pay no attention to Kenny," said Matt.  “He is just a lot of noise.”

"Is that one of your murky comments, or are you serious?" asked Owen.

Matt threw his arm around his neck and whispered - "Owen, you figure it out.”

Matt is cool, forever cracking jokes and putting his arm around everybody. He especially likes Owen, and doesn’t try to hide it.

Matt is in his thirties and handles being gay very well. The way he looks with his husky frame, broad chest and bulging biceps, he is all man.

The landscaping firm has two teams. There is the hardscape group that handles stonework, building rock walls, patios, and walkways. The softscape group is responsible for working the soil and planting trees, shrubs, flowers, and plants.

Matt transferred from “rocks” to “shrubs.” Now, he was closer to Owen, a hot revolver, loaded with testosterone. It wasn’t long before they became friends, and hung out together.

There were three men, Kenny, Owen, and Tommy, and a girl called Liz, on their way to City Bank, for landscaping their new corporate building in town.

Matt had Owen with him, and Tommy took Liz using two company trucks.  Kenny was to bring the greenery consisting of shrubs and ground covers.

“So what do you think, Owen – good buddy?” asked Matt, as he drove the highway leading into Oyster Bay, on Long Island.

“I’m not thinking, just doing what’s required to get the job done.”

“Oh, it will get done, it always does,” replied Matt.

“Then, why ask dumb questions?”

“Forget about it. I was just starting a conversation. You are always so damn quiet.”

“Let’s talk about other things,” continued Matt with a nod to his head?

“The weather is warm; my shoulder is aching, and yes, you are good-looking and hot. – Happy now?”

Matt didn’t reply, but a grin came over his face and he looked pleased teasing his buddy Owen over nothing but nonsense.

They stopped at the nursery, in Oyster Bay, to see if Kenny needed help with anything.

"Kenny! -- how many more junipers have to go?" Matt asked, tossing some shovels in the back of the truck.

"These are the last two, everything else is loaded." - "I'll ride with you, and Owen.

"Yep, let's move,”

Before they pulled out, Matt said to Owen on the sly, "Guess what, Twinkie?  I get to ride next to Kenny, and my hand will end up between his legs."

"Sure, and you’ll end up with a broken finger.  You know, he doesn't like that shit."

"I know," said Matt, "I was looking for your reaction. Of course, I won’t do that.

“Idiot! What does that have to do with me?”

I’m just sayin that you wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it hit you in the face."

"You could always try and see what kind of grade I get." 

"Hold that thought, Owen.” He whispered walking away.

It was a warm morning and it got hotter by afternoon.  It was not long before the shirts came off and the rippled muscles, and the sweaty chests, became difficult to ignore. Liz ignored all of them.

Matt and Tom went about hauling junipers, and Owen with help from Liz planted them according to Kenny's diagram.

When 3:30 pm rolled around everything finally planted and watered, looked wonderful. The last of the mulch, raked by Tom and Liz, gave a professional appearance to the job. Owen and Matt swept and power cleaned the parking area with a leaf blower, and “voila,” they were done.

That was that, for the day with quitting time 4:00 pm.  Kenny, Liz, and Tom were getting ready to leave.

Owen was hot standing there with his shirt off, his chest golden from the sun and moisture coating his neck and forehead. His jeans had slipped down from a packed butt to his hips. His crotch was screaming ‘naughty’ silence. It surely was not the worst thing, in the world.

Owen tried wiping the sweat from his face using his tee shirt, but it burned his eyes.  He ran it across his chest with Matt watching his every movement.

Matt always thought that Owen was a cutie, until now, he didn’t realize how manly Owen looked semi-naked. This guy was definitely ‘eye candy,” and probably a lot more.

“Here, let me do that!” said Matt, grabbing the tee shirt from Owen’s hand and began drying his back.”

“Yeow,” cried out Owen when Matt touched his shoulder.

“What’s the fuck’s wrong?”

“It’s my shoulder! It has been aching all day.  I may have aggravated it digging and lifting, but it will be alright.”

“C’mon,” said Matt.

“Where are we going?”

“My place, you are getting a back and shoulder massage. Then, soak in the hot tub with pulsating jets of warm water. You’ll be a new man.” 

“Do you think it will help?”

“Oh yeah, I have great hands,” replied Matt smiling.

Owen was hurting and didn’t think twice about Matt helping him. Matt drove directly to his house in the suburbs, with Owen twisting in the passenger seat trying to be comfortable.

The house was a stately Colonial, built in the 1950ties. Matt inherited the house from his father. His mom remarried when he was a teenager, and he lived a soap opera existence growing up lonely. He lived with his dad until his passing from Prostate cancer. Those were sad times for Matt.

Once inside, Owen removed his clothes leaving on only jockey underwear. Damn, that was a lovely sight. He was dirty with soil sticking to his arms and chest, from caring shrubs and moving dirt.

“I can’t lie on your bed,” he said to Matt. “I’ll get sand on the sheets.”

“Suppose we wash off in the shower, then I’ll work on your shoulder.”

“We?”

“Sure, I am just as sand-covered as you. So let’s wash together.”

Owen began to get a rise in his crotch when Matt removed his clothes and pressed his upper body into Owen’s chest.  Their underwear touched, their eyes met, and they were kissing.

Matt was careful not to tap his shoulder but held Owen by the back of his neck controlling his head. His face and lips now belonged to Matt. They devoured each other like long-lost lovers. It surely felt like romance was in the air.

They were uninhibited about being nude, and walked around naked, going to shower together. There was much touching and flesh grabbing.

The warm water sprayed over their bodies like gentle rain. It felt good on Owen’s shoulder, so Matt increased the pressure and hotter temperature. Much better.

They continued kissing as the water ran in and out of their mouths.  Matt held both their cocks together masturbating sliding back and forth as one giant dick.

The shower was only playtime. Real sex was on the agenda, and saved for the bed, resting on clean sheets.

It was miraculous how quickly Owen’s shoulder began to improve. People are the way they want to be. Matt and Owen realized they loved each other, having no control other than a deep feeling of sexual hunger, and butterflies throughout their bodies. They found something extraordinary that day.

Owen now had the hottest boyfriend on Long Island, and Matt loved the sexiest stud ever to work as a landscaper.  Together, they were a melting pot in one place.

This is exactly the way they looked at themselves. It was what everybody saw when they met them because the inevitable always shines through. 

I still tingle thinking about it…

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The End