Wet-hot American Summer

[agentnewyork]

 As he'd been doing often for the past few weeks, York let himself into his employers (who went by Wash) back yard, all prepared to start his day of work as a lawn care-taker. There was a lot of work to be done, but York didn't mind. It felt nice to be earning his keep, working with his hands in the sun. It was a little uncomfortable at times, when the heat got too unbearable, but it wasn't anything that York couldn't handle.
He'd just peel off his shirt and carry on with work, and if he was lucky, Wash would be around to see it.
Yea, York had a thing for his employer.

Could you blame him? The dude was attractive, with his pretty blue eyes and a mouth that York caught himself staring at more than once, getting lost in thoughts of how it would feel to just diminish the distance and kiss him.
But he never did, because York was pretty sure Wash wouldn't go for someone so much younger than he was. Besides, for all he knew, the man was straight. Probably had a girlfriend. Guys like Wash didn't stay single for long.

That didn't mean York was going to stop making a show of everything he did.
He didn't know anything for certain about Wash's love life, so there was no reason to quit his actions if there was even the slightest chance it could turn out in his favor.
Until he knew for certain, he'd keep up with what he was doing.

Work-wise, he had to get started on mowing. The push-mower was already waiting for him, so as soon as he was good to go he got to work, starting in the far corner of the yard and making his way across.
Though, about halfway through he had to stop, sweat making his clothes stick to his skin. While normally he stripped down for a chance to get Wash's reaction, this time was just to get rid of a little discomfort.
Tugging the material off his body, York tucked his shirt into one of the back-pockets of his loose jeans--you know, the ones that hung low on his hips. He stretched at that point, working out the crinks in his neck and arms before returning to work.

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[agentnewyork]

It was the strangest sensation, having the weight of another man's cock on his tongue, but York found it wasn't so bad when he earned all those noises he could pull from Wash.
He was tentative in rubs of his tongue, careful not to let his teeth scrape against Wash's dick. The words the older man spoke had him growing painfully hard within the confines of his jeans, and York had to open up his pants to let his erection breathe a little.

"Oh yea?" He pulled off and looked up to Wash. "What else you been dreamin' of? What else you wanna do with me?" Interest was a gleam in his eyes, and before waiting for an answer he moved back onto Wash's cock, taking in more than he had before and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, tongue stroking along inside his mouth.

York was determined to make this good for Wash. He wanted the man to remember this, even if someone else were to go down on him.
--That thought had a surge of jealousy burning through York. If he had it his way, no one else would get the chance to have Wash like this.
His jealousy fueled his passion, and he hoped that his skill would keep the other man from seeking out anyone else.
With purpose York licked and sucked and swallowed around Wash, one hand moving low to fondle his balls while the other gripped at his hip, thumb gently stroking over his skin.