Chapter 1: Beginning
Chris looked out the window as his new gardener pulled up onto his property. His ass crack peeked out of his jeans as he picked up gardening equipment from his truck and made his way to Chris's garden. It was a rare sunny day in Seattle, and the air was warming nicely.
A warm tingle ran through Chris's body as he watched the man approach. He'd hired him from one of those services that promised reliable, strong, rugged men to do your dirty work around the house.
Chris had initially only needed help with the garden, but now he was fantasizing about this hairy beast of a man doing other things to him.
Chris watched as the gardener bent down to inspect his flowers and plants - his thick arms and legs bulging, his ass round and firm in his jeans. The man stood and turned to face Chris's window, seemingly looking right at him. Even from a distance, Chris could see the deep dimple in his chin, and the thick mustache on his upper lip.
He couldn't take it any longer.
Chris went to the front door to greet the gardener, John, and introduce himself properly.
"Hi there, I'm Chris," he said, extending his hand. John took it with a firm grip, his thick fingers wrapping around Chris's hand completely.
"Pleasure to meet you, Chris," John responded, a warm smile spreading across his hairy face. "And it's a pleasure to finally meet you too. I've heard a lot about you and your garden."
Chris's chest tightened. He could feel the sexual tension between them grow stronger.
Chris couldn't help but stare at John's thick chest and muscular arms, and the way his mustache twitched as he spoke.
"Why don't we get started then?" John suggested, breaking the silence. Chris led him to the garden and pointed out the areas that needed work. John listened attentively, asking questions and making suggestions. His voice was deep, and it sent a shiver down Chris's spine.
As John worked, Chris couldn't help but watch him. Every time John leaned over to pull a weed or dig a hole, his ass looked even more enticing.
And every time he stood up straight, Chris saw the bulge in his jeans and felt his own cock twitching in response.
Finally, Chris couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to John, who was bending over to pick up a rock.
"John," he said, his voice low and husky. "I have a confession to make."
John straightened up, looking over at Chris with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it?" he asked.
Chris stared hungrily at John's body, seeing every cut on his arms, every hair on his chest, every curvy muscle on his thick legs.
"I have feelings for you, John. I can't deny it anymore." Chris said, swallowing hard.
John raised an eyebrow. "You...feelings? For me?"
"Yes," Chris replied, his voice shaking slightly. "You're a strong, dominant man. I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you."
John's eyes darkened.