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Bernard
Hair type: Blond
Ethinicity: Western European
Cock Type: Uncut
Set Type: Pictures
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Pictures: 77 | Added: 11-10-2001
Most of my friends advised me against it.
But when I’d first seen it I’d just fallen in love with it straight away.
The house in the country.
The trouble was that it was pretty run down and would need lots of work.
The house itself was bad enough.
But as for the garden… well!
In its most overgrown areas you might have been in a tropical jungle - though one sadly lacking the hot, half-naked guys you always see striding purposefully through the undergrowth in those Kristen Bjorn movies.
While I concentrated on working on the house itself, I decided to hire a gardener.
And that’s how I met Bernard.
To be honest, though he was the only guy who replied to my ad - apart from one who was so old and weather-beaten that I suspected that his last commission must have been the Garden of Eden - I couldn’t have asked for a better one.
The only problem, in fact, was that I spent so much time at the windows watching him at work, that I got way behind with my own projects.
Although I hadn’t seen another young guy in weeks, I guess, I don’t think that’s the reason why I got so hung up on Bernard.
It was just that he was a real cutie. Not only real good looking in a hunky sort of way, but really sweet too.
One day he called me down to the small pond at the bottom of the garden. By the time I’d got down there he’d stripped off his pants and had waded in.
“You could have a really great water feature here”, he said.
“I’d need to dredge out a deeper section over in the corner and maybe I could put in some lighting for you too. If I put down a paved area it would make a great place for drinks on a summer night.” I told Bernard that I thought he’d had a great idea. He smiled shyly at me and continued wading through the pond as I sat on the grass and watched for a while. Then, conscious that I didn’t want to frighten him by appearing too attentive, I went back into the house. This time, though, I didn’t even bother picking up the paintbrush. I went straight to the window with the clearest view over the garden, pulled up a chair and settled in. Bernard continued weeding out the pond for half an hour or so. It was obviously hard work - there weren’t just weeds but bits of old rubbish in the water too, some of them obviously pretty heavy as he strained to pull them out. I could see how exhausted the boy was getting and soon he took off his shirt. I could see now that he must have planned to work in the pond today as he’d been wearing swimming gear underneath his pants. I went on watching Bernard for quite some time. After a hard morning’s work repainting a bedroom, I needed a break. And soon Bernard did too. I noticed that he looked nervously towards the house for a minute or two then, deciding that I wasn’t in sight, he lay back to relax in the cool waters of the pond. How he looked as though he was loving that! So, of course, was I. After relaxing in the water for a few minutes, I saw Bernard once again looking nervously up at the house. Unable to see me, he relaxed and then, to my complete surprise, began slowly sliding those swimming trunks down his muscular thighs. I could not believe what was happening! Bernard must have thought that, with me tied up with the decorating, he wouldn’t be disturbed for a few hours. And so, when he’d finally slipped his trunks completely off and tossed them onto the pool’s edge, he climbed out of the water, took a large sheet out of his bag, spread it out on the grass and then lay down. As happens with all teenage boys once they get naked in the sun - at least the ones I’ve encountered - after a while his dick got as hard as the rocks he’d been pulling out of the pond just that morning. I leave it to your imagination what I saw happen next… Several hours later, as he prepared to go home that night, promising to be back early next morning, I pointed out that, after he’d finished on the garden, there’d probably be lots of work for Bernard to do in the house. My bedroom, in particular, needed quite a bit of attention. And as he waved goodbye, I thought that a slight - but quite definite - smile flickered across Bernard’s beautiful face.
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