Sinning [boyxboy]

Chapter One

            I looked at the speed gage on the ATV and I’ve been going a solid 15 miles per hour for the past 20 minutes. Why? Because I’m terrified to go any faster! I’ve seen holes and little animals scurrying everywhere and I don’t want to hit the little angels! They’re so cute/

            I glanced up when in heard a noise over the engine. A yell directed to me to be more specific. While I had been so busy looking for holes and animals, I had come up to a gate. Behind that gate was a man. And when I say man, I don’t mean a Neil Patrick Harris man. I mean a full grown, beefed up, Sheri Jaus man. He seriously could have passed for his brother. He looked like a god coming up to the gate in those Wrangler jeans and tight dark blue v neck. His muscled bulged from under his shirt, and I had a clear view of a six pack from where I sat.

“What?” I asked as he leaned onto the gate saying something I couldn’t make out.

            “Turn it off.” He mouthed, motioning with his hand to twist the key. I did and he yelled to me, “Ya new here?” His voice was a low baritone and it boomed with authority.  His southern accent showing through.

            “Yeah,” I said, “we just moved into that white house.” Why did I tell him what house I lived in?! What if he’s some murderer or rapist?!

            “It’s not rape if you like it.” My sub conscious added to my previous thought. Well then.

            The man chuckled and said, “Yeah, I figured. It’s the only other house out here for miles.”

            “Oh.” I replied stupidly, putting my hands back onto the handles of the four-wheeler. There was an awkward silence before he said, “Well I’d better get going. I’ve got some work to finish here,” he started leaving but turned back around and added, “My names Jethro.” Then he left. Just drove away in his tractor.

            Damn. I could look at him all day. His ass looked heavenly as he walked away.

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            After the little run in with the hot piece of meat names Jethro, I couldn’t get him off of my mind. The way his muscles swelled from under his shirt and how big and strong his hands looked. I could imagine them all over my body. If my parents knew what I was thinking right know they would have a cow.

            By the end of my ride around the land I was able to go a round-about speed of 30 miles per hour! As I drove back up to the house I saw my mother outside helping with the furniture. I slowed down so the dust cloud behind me wouldn’t completely dirty up the things in the moving truck. I parked in the driveway and turned the four-wheeler off, deciding I should help so I don’t get my mom anymore mad.

            I walked into sight of my mother and she said, “Oh sweetie, can you help us please?” What? Why is she saying please? What has happened to my mother?

            “Uh.. sure.” I said and walked up to get some couch cushions out of the bag on the trucks floor. She smiled and continued walking up to the house, leaving me confused.

            “Thanks for joining us,” a deep, sexy voice rumbled from close behind me. Oh. That voice should not have my insides turning to putty yet. He chuckled and walked up to the heavy single seater chair in front of me.

            As he bent forward I got a wonderful view of his very full and very tight butt. He grunted as he lifted the chair and his thick arm muscles bulged and as he walked past me again he smirked and winked at my staring.

            “He’s doing this on purpose.” I thought and tried to clear my head before continuing to pick up the pillows.

            “Hurry up.” Someone suddenly hissed into my ear. Mom. How long had she been there? Shit. Had she seen my little moment with Jethro? Could it even be called a moment? Probably not. She still scared the shit out of me.

            I quickly brought the pillows into the house to see in the living room was Mr. Hotstuff just sitting on the couch with my father. Before they saw me I listened in onto the conversation they were having.

            “So we’re just trying to give him some work to straighten him up,” I heard my father say, “He had it so easy in New York we’re afraid he’ll grow up and not be able to work hard.”

            “I get what y’all are doing, when I was his age my father worked me hard and know that I’m older I’m glad he did.” Jethro said.

            How old was he? He didn’t look any older than 25 or so. I guess I had a thing for older men then.

            Before I could get caught eavesdropping by my mother, I made my presence known and went to the couch they weren’t using and set the pillows down.

            “Hello, Luka,” my father started, “Have you met Mr. Calahan yet?” he asked.

            I looked to Jethro and saw his hand out wanting me to shake it. “Nice to see you again, Luka.” He said as I took his rough and callused hand in my small soft one.

            “Hello, Jethro.” I said back, looking him in the eyes. His eyes were a light blue that contrasted beautifully with his dark brown hair. He had taken off his cowboy hat but you could tell he wore it earlier with his hat hair. Now that I’m seeing him up close he is even more beautiful. He had a strong jaw line and thin lips.

            “So you’ve met?” My father asked, interrupting my thoughts.

            “Yes,” answered Jethro, “earlier he was riding one of your all’s four-wheelers and I decided to introduce myself.” I nodded in agreement looking to my father who motioned for me to sit on the couch with them.

            I was fine with sitting on the couch, the thing is the only open seat on the couch was in between the both of them and if I sat on the other couch it would look like I was trying to stay away. I sat on the middle seat and tried to join in on conversations as much as I could.         

            “How about one of these nights, Luka and I take a hunting trip? In the mean time I can teach him how to shoot and drive a four-wheeler correctly.” Jethro suggested.

My dad thought about it for a moment then he nodded and said, “Yeah, we don’t have anything for him to do yet so if it keeps him busy then sure.”

I felt Jethro put his hand on my shoulder and tell my dad I’ll be busy all day so everything should be fine. His hand on my shoulder was rough and felt so nice. The heat of his hand burned through my shirt and made me warm down to the bone. I unintentionally shivered from his touch and blushed when I felt his hand tighten for a moment.

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After another 30 minutes Jethro sighed and said, “Well, it’s nearing sunset so I best be going. I have to do one last round on my land and then feed the animals dinner.” he got up, purposely putting his hand on my thigh.

My father also got up and shook Jethro’s hand and walked him to the door. I quickly got up and followed as the door was being opened and said, “Bye, Jethro.”

He smiled and came up to me and shook my hand with a megawatt smile and said, “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow Luka.” He winked at the end that made me blush like a girl again but I smiled as he left.

Dinner was fantastic, besides my parents bickering about me, and when I went to bed, the only thing on my mind  was Jethro’s perfect smile.