Dawson swung his leg over the bike and chained it to the parking sign pole. It was new, well new to him. An old Yamaha 100cc motorcycle his neighbor gave him during the summer.
His grass cutting had expanded that sumemr to other handyman duties taking into several neighborhood homes. He fixed plumbing, painted, moved furniture even cooked for some older adults.
Everyone was appreciative and usually gave him more money then he asked for. Some gave him tips.
One neighbor experience was sad. He looked through the clothing left behind from a guy he hardly knew but saw at school years ago. Each time he put the clothes on, Dawson though ot Kelly.
He watched the boy playing football in the streets, admiring his bare chest and large arms as he threw a football far to whoever was catching for him. Somewtimes hee wore a half lenth mesh football jersey alot of the time and Kelly savored each sight of him.
Kelly was caught by some idiot's bomb in Iraq and Kelly mourned as if the guy had been a close friend. So sorting through the guys clothing at his Mother's invitation was kind of uncomfortable.
But then he saw the mesh hafl length shirt and tried it on. Dawson chouldn't help getting an erection seeing himself in the mirror. His low slung jeans and the shirt made him look sexy.
He even stood in front of his own bedroom mirror masturbating while wearing the same outfit.
Mr. Anderson complimented him on the outfit too when Kelly wore it cutting the mans lawn.
"Hey Dawson, why don't you come in and help me?" the invite for more work was easy to accept. Soon he was shirtless scrubbing the bathroom walls, then cleanign windows and climbing ladders to put boxes away in the attic space.
"Hey come back later and I'll barbque or something" the man said taking several bills and stuffing them in Dawson's front pocket. "Maybe we can take care of that no so little problem you have too" his hand left the pocket and brushed across Kelly's obvious erection that had popped out.
Dawson didn't debate it at all. He went back and was soon posing in his mesh shirt and low slung jeans for Andersn's camera.
"I remember when Kelly wore that shirt" Anderson said as he thumbed through a stack of photos. The photo he held was of Kelly throwing a football. His ripped somtach muscles were tigth as he was in mid throw.
"Wow" Dawson said. It was nearly the same image of the boy he had in his head from years ago. One that he had memorized fo rhis self satisfaction late at night.
"You know we were very close friends" Anderson continued "He'd come over just like you have and we'd talk, have pizza and well, you know."
Dawson nodded. "Yea I liked him too" he said
Anderson looked up. "You and Kelly uh got together too?" he asked.
Dawson didn't know what to say. He knew what the man meant. "Uh no not like that. I thought about it though" he was surprised to hear himself admit something that was kept secret till then.
"IT's ok, it's our secret" Anderson threw his arm around Dawson's shoulders. "It's ok to like someone like that. Sometimes I see you in your window when you're doin stuff and you look very intense. Now I know why."
Dawson felt caught. He had stood in front of his mirror masturbating often, in fact countless times since he could do it. And now he realized that Mr. Anderson had watched him through his bedroom mirror.
He wondered if Kelly had seen him too. Did the guy know he was the object of Dawson's thoguhts when he did it?
"You know I love that shirt" Anderson's hands moved under the mesh shirt. "And it looks good on you too"
Dawson felt the warmth of the man's hands as they slid over his chest and stomach.
"Keep it on, ok?" the man's hands moved to the jeans buttons and opened them. Dawson didn't move as his pants were slid over his erection and down his legs.
Anderson knelt and licked the boys cock at first then using his tongue pulled it into his mouth.
Dawson closed his eyes as sensations he had never even imagined sent chills through his body.
Too soon, his gut exploded and Anderson gulped it all down.
"I'm uh sorry, I was just so horny" Dawson said.
"It's ok, let's eat now and we can do more later".
It was a strange evening. Anderson was soon naked and cooking dinner with Dawson's help. He patted Dawson's bare butt and pulled thie boys hand to his own body.
Their intimacies expanded and soon they lay on the man's bed kissing, touching and Dawson learning how to suck cock.
"There is this blue t shirt he used to wear" Anderson talked about Kelly alot. It didn't make Dawson jealous at all, in fact it kept him horny. It seemed the man liked the deceased neighbor boy the same way Dawson did.
Dawson hesitantly asked Kelly's Mom if he could look through the boys clothes some more and she brightened up welcoming his visit. They talked awhile and Dawson helped her with some packing of Kelly's things.
"I'm going to have my sister move in with me" she explained why she was cleaning out Kelly's room.
Dawson left with several pieces of clothing, many of which he and Mr. Anderson recalled seeing Kelly wear.
His visits to the man's house increased as Dawson learned about the affair the man and Kelly had had. He learned about Kelly loving to be fucked in the butt. And he enjoyed the same pleasures.
He loved sleeping wiht his head on Anderon's hairy chest with the man's arms around him.
As time progressed, talking about Kelly seemed to subside. But Dawson kept wearing some of the boys clothes when he visited his first lover.
The football pants fit him tight and low like his jeans. The lacing on the front felt good. He didnt' wear a jock underneath though letting his cock and balls rub agains the cloth. The half length mesh shirt felt good on him too. And that's why he wore those items that first day of school.
"Hey kiddo where'd you get the bike?" Marshall appeared when he saw Dawson parking his bike.
Dawson almost said his lover gave it to him. "Uh a neighbor didn't need it anymore" he said.
Marshall tucked his fingers in the back of Kelly's pants. "Hey nice outfit, and no underwear too, you must be cruising for a fuck" he laughed wiggling his fingers against Dawson's skin.
"Always" Dawson smiled.
"Woa, must have been a good summer" Marshall said.
"One hell of a summer but now it's back to school" Dawson shrugged.
Marshall winked "Well maybe we should keep whatever you did this summer going, after all going back to school doesn't mean the summer fun has to stop." his hand patted Dawson's bare stomach.
"I hope you mean that" Dawson said smiling.