Living in California has many advantages. One of them is people wear less clothing during most of the year.
Ned couldn't believe it when he first moved there. He saw guys wearing shorts, tank tops and flip flops going to class and that was high school! He expected to see surfer attired on the college campuses but casual attire or should I say sexy clothing was not limited to those older kids.
Ned was 18 and he loved to watch. He was college age now.
And he was ready to join the throngs of surfing, beer guzzling, pot smoking and sexually experimenting kids that go to colleges all over Southern California.
And thank goodness he had taken Spanish in high school since the number of hispancs in his new home was obvious. Back in North Carolina, where he grew up, there were few.
Everywhere he drove, walked, shopped, biked and just looked there were hot boys, hot men, wearing sleeveless shirts, tank tops, running shorts without underwear or lycra shorts. Even those that wore baggy jeans made it sexy.
The hotter the sun got the hotter the men got. Ned knew he had relocated to the right place. And thanks to his Uncle who lived in the area, his parents didn't object too much. Then again he was 18 so they had no control of him anymore.
Classes over Ned shouldered his bacpack letting the sun back his bare torso as he walked to his Uncle's house. A large construction project made him stop and stare.
While he was studying architecture, it wasn't the steel skeleton that was being erected that made him stop.
It was a hot looking workman. He looked not much older then Ned but he knew he was older. He wore a dirty white football jersey with the sleeves torn off. His round brown shoulders flexed as he lifted boards and carried them easily on his shoulder across the dirt to wherever he had to go.
Ned waited. And eventually his patience paid off as the workman reappeared to lift more boards or work on other things. It was as if he knew Ned was watching and he could perform for him.
His jeans fit snugly as if they were made especially for him. There were not rips just tattered ends to each leg. There was no belt, there didn't seem to need to be. And when he bent over the skin on his back appeared. Ned hoped the jeans would slide down low enough to reveal the separation of his buttocks.
Ned stared. He didn't know if the guy knew it or even saw him. The guy would occasionally stretch lifting his hands high over head allowing the front of his shirt to rise.
Ned's gut, already churning each time he saw the guy, would get more excited seeing his bare tummy and the indentation of his belly button. The guy was smooth.
Ned liked that. The first guys he played with back in the tarheel state were smooth, even the older guys he hooked up with.
He was about to turn and leave when the object of his stare faced his direction and unbuttoned his jeans. He opened them and shook them. Then with one hand he dove into hsi jeans and obviously repositioned himself.
Ned could clearly see he wore no underwear, like so many men he had stared at since moving to Southern California.
He shook his jeans again and buttoned them up. Then to Ned's surprise he looked in Ned's direction and smiled.
Ned didn't know what to do. Should he turn away? wave? give away his interested in some way like pinching his nipples or grabbing his crotch?
The guy lifted his gloved hand about midway in front of him and waved. At least Ned thought it was a wave. He wanted it to be a wave.
He turned and walked home. He would be back the next day as he had been every day for the past few weeks.
"Ola" the voice said in a nice silk smooth voice.
Ned had been late that day and looked around. He didn't see his favoriate workman anywhere, in fact it appeared as if the workmen were packing up to go home. He realized they started work very early just as they did back east.
It was now 3 pm and Ned was late.
He sighed, carrying his backpack which he had taken off so the afternoon sun would tan his bare back.
"You ok?" the smooth voice made Ned jump. He turned and stared like he hadn't stared before.
His workman stood there holding his tool belt. "I wondered where you were today" he smiled nicly.
Ned could feel the blush of his embarassment.
"Yu ok?" he asked.
Ned couldn't speak, not because he wassuprised to see the focus of his fantasies up front but because the guy was removing his shirt.
"You got the right idea" he said "We can't do it on the job or we'd get burnt or hit by something"
His torso was defined and smooth. His two very large brownish nipples accentuated his build.
"Uh yea I uh had a late class, I uh what's the building?" Ned tried to find an escape from his embarassment.
"Oh it's a bank" the guy pointed to the large sign with a picture of the architect's vision of the finished building.
"Want a ride?" the guy asked "I live down by Venice, nothing fancy, just a bed and a frig" he said. "Come on"
Ned rabbed his backpack and followed the guy to his truck. It was as if he was in a trance following Peter Piper.
The truck reminded him of back home where shirtless horny teens packed into the cabs letting their sweaty arms and bodies rub against each other as they laughed, joked and told lies about their sexual conquests.
They passed his Uncle's house. He thought he should use his cell phone to let the man know where he was. But he was 18, not a kid anymore. He decided not to.
"So you're not from here. I know cause you stare like a tourist at uh everything" the guy said "I'm Raul by the way"
Ned got himself to respond feeling the strong hand in his.
"oh sorry it's grimy" Raul said.
Ned wanted to lick the dirt off his hand, suck on his fingers and put his hand in his lap to offer himself.
"We're gonna have fun" Raul said patting him on the thigh. "I've been looking at you too you know" he said and laughed.
Ned again blushed.
Raul's place was a converted garage as it turned out. Long ago some owner bribed someone or ignored them as they nailed the garage door shut, installed plumbing, put up some wallboard and threw some wall to wall over the cement flooring.
"Hey it's home for now, want a beer?" Raul said throwing his tool belt down and his discarded shirt on top of it.
"Hope you don't mind" he added after handing a cold bottle to Ned. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his brown legs.
Ned's cock was already hard. "Gotta shower first" he said.
The shower was a standup stuck in the corner next to the toilet and sink. Both were in plain view of the rest of the room.
Ned watched the naked silhouette of his desire behind the transluscent shower curtain.
"You can shower too" Ned said s he stepped out dripping wet .Ned wanted to kneel and take the man's cock right then and there.
"Come one, I want to see what's for dinner" he said looking.
Ned unbuckled his belt and sliped out of his kahaki's. He wished he hadn't worn his boxers feeling awkward having to take them off.
"I thought so" Raul said.
"what?" ned asked as he moved towards the shower.
"hot" Raul said letting his hand slide over Ned's buttocks as he passed by.
The sex was one discovery after the other. Ned didn't know if Raul was top or bottom or kinky or romantic.
He seemed to be many of those things.
"Where are you?" his Uncle said "do you know what time it is?"
Ned could barely see the cell dialing pad in the darkness. The sound of Raul's snoring was gentle, hypnotic like the sounds of the waves coming to the shore.
"Sorry Uncle. Met someone, going to class from here." Ned said "sorry to worry you".
"Play safe" the man said and chuckled before hanging up.
Ned was 18 and he loved to watch....
...and more.