The sound of my alarm clock slices the silence and I slam my hand on it to shut it up. I groan tiredly and toss from side to side trying to catch the edge of my previous dream. Unsuccessfully.

I groan in frustration and attempt to calm my nerves cause I always have this problem, that once I wake up, I just can’t seem to fall asleep again. And it pisses me off royally.

Especially when it’s Saturday and I wouldn't have to wake up in many hours.

But no, my fucking alarm clock had to go off again and wake me up from my peaceful and well needed slumber. Great, just perfect.

I sigh in defeat and rip the tangled sheets off of me.

I swing my legs over the side of my king size bed and place my feet on the cold wooden floor. My hands go to my face and I childishly try to rub the sleep from my still tired eyes, before I trust my whole weight on my legs and make attempt towards the bathroom.

My usually long and relaxing morning shower turns into a real quick one as I remember that yesterday I had called to the local gardening company and hired somebody to sanitize the soon to be jungle in my backyard.

And that the person was supposed to show up at 11.00.

AND, it was already five minutes past that. My hands scrub the rest of the shampoo from my hair with the help of the warm water, but unfortunately a trickle of the strawberry liquid slips down my forehead, and before I could react, it had reached my eyes.

The burning sensation spreads behind my eyes making it feel like they were In fire and I yelp from the sudden stinging pain.

I desperately try to rub it from my sore eyes, but of course, my hands were also covered in the soap and I only managed to add more foam on my face.

I clench my teeth and fumble out of the shower cubicle, stumbling around, trying to find a towel to wipe my face.

But one mistake step on the slippery floor sends me down and straight on my ass…

“Motherfucker..” I mumble while getting up from the tile floor, and my exact thoughts were that this couldn’t possibly get any worse. But right in that second, I hear somebody ringing the doorbell downstairs.

Oh fuck, the gardener.

My blurry eyes roam the small bathroom in search for a clean towel and the bell rings again.

Damn, I forgot to wash the laundry.

After Anna, my irritating longtime girlfriend, had gone off to her parents for a week. Which really was a blessing for me, cause sometimes she’s just too much on my nerves, but still, the minus point was that our household had come crashing down.

The dirty dishes gathering in the kitchen, and the dirty laundry in the downstairs bathroom were starting to spread their scent over the house. Oh, and there’s another minus point: I'm horny as fuck!! And yes, I'm, what you could say, addicted to sex.

So in this point, I'm almost ready to fuck anything that moves.

I purse my nose at the thought and settle into a semi clean towel laying on the floor, wrapping it tightly around my waist as the bell rings for the third time.

I raced down the stairs, jumping over two at a time, and once I jumped over the last stair my legs almost failed to carry me, but I managed to make my way to the front door. Almost hundred present sure that behind it, would wait a forty year old, over weighted bold guy, with too small clothes, sweating like a pig, just making my day.

I sigh and put on a fake smile before carefully opening the door, revealing something totally unexpected. There he was, a slim man with his back to me so I couldn’t see his face, his dark jeans hanging low on his slender hips, only held up by a white belt.

His also white wife-beater hugging his firm upper body perfectly, revealing series of tattoos on his arms, the most noticeable ones were a pair of red and blue flames travelling up from his wrists.

I bite my lip not to gasp as my eyes move up to his beach blonde logs, spiked up in perfection.

I notice I'm holding my breath and I release it in a loud sigh, which I immediately regret as the man jumps a little before he spins around and I'm met by two of the most intense dark brown eyes, which I immediately get lost in.

My hand, holding the towel starts to slip as all my attention was directed to the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. And it confuses me greatly, I’ve never felt this attracted to a complete stranger, and not to mention, a man. I know that I'm bi, but this guy just makes me wanna ravish him on this doorstep.

He smiles and my eyes slide down to his lips, and oh god, he has a lip ring on his, full, lower lip.

I swallow down the pile in my throat and lift my eyes back to his.

He cocks an eyebrow and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. This wakes me up from my trance and now I feel like an idiot for making him uncomfortable by drooling all over him before even saying ‘hi’.

But in the best scenario, he could solve my little problem…

“Öhh, Mr.Shinoda?” He asks unsurely and licks his lips in a way that made my knees bugle…

“Yes..” I breathed out, my eyes still fixed on his lip ring which he had started to nibble in a nervous way…

“I'm here for your garden, you had called our company yesterday..?” He says and starts to search his back pockets for something before drawing out a piece of paper which he starts to study. I can see he is still talking, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying, I was too distracted by the way his lips move…

“Mr.Shinoda? Hello, anybody in there?” He waves a hand in front of my face and smiles adorably.

I snap out of it and chough before fixing my eyes on him again, this time making sure they stayed on his eyes, which wasn’t hard, cause I swear to god, they tried to swallow me…

“Oh, just call me Mike.” I replied happily and reached my hand out to shake his. As soon as our skin made contact I felt a bolt of electricity explode throughout me. I could only marvel at how soft his skin was, and he is after all, a gardener. I never wanted to let go of his hand, but eventually he drew it away and I already felt myself coming down from whatever high I was on…

“So, you gonna show me your garden, or are we just gonna stand here all day?” He laughs and I feel myself blushing as I start to lead him through my house, swearing in my mind as we walked past the threatening pile of dishes in the kitchen. We walked through the back door and into my catastrophic garden.

I hear him swearing under his breath, and I turn around to face him while crossing my arms over my chest, giving him apologetic smile…

“Sorry, but it’s gonna take at least a week to tidy this mess up..” He whispers and swears again…

“Yeah, I know, it’s gotten pretty bad.” I reply and awkward silence settled between us. He gave me one last glance and then took a couple of steps further into the garden.

I took my time admiring his well built, but slender figure when he instead studied my garden. The way his muscles moved under his skin when he crouched to take a closer look at some rose bush. The contrast between the red rose and his porcelain skin was mind blowing. As he gets up I see how dangerously low his jeans hang on his hips. I can imagine what would happen without that damn belt. Suddenly he turns around and catches me totally checking him out. I look quickly away and swear under my breath, feeling the warm red spreading on my cheeks.

Okay Mike, concentrate. Concentrate. Think about Anna, your beautiful girlfriend, miles away, blissfully clueless about my dirty thoughts. But just as I thought I had gotten rid of the mental image of my new gardener glistening with sweat while moaning my name as I cum deep In him, I look back at his direction and notice that he’s now staring at me, or should I say, at my body? I twitch my head to the right and raise my eyebrows. He catches my glance and smiles slyly, while winking.

I gulp, feeling like somebody just hit me with a sledgehammer, and I think I look like that too, cause I see his grin getting even wider if that’s possible.

But seriously, did he just wink at me? This could get interesting…

No, no, no. What about Anna? My mind is torn between the two options, whether to play with the gardener and see what happens or stop while I still can, and respect my girlfriend.

Oh god, what to do? What to do? He’s so hot, and I'm so horny. What the hell should I do?

I shake my head to clear my mind, and from the corner of my eye I could see the gardener walking towards me. I turn and smile at him as innocently as I could. But his response was a raise of an eyebrow and another sly smile…

“I'm just gonna get some stuff from my car..” He purrs and walks past me, causing our shoulders to brush. I visibly shudder at the contact and decide to sit down to calm my nerves and newly forming arousal. But before that, I go back In the house and run upstairs to put on some clothes, not wanting to walk around in a soon to be tent anymore. But before I go back outside I snatch a random book from the bookshelf deciding to try and relax while reading it outside, maybe getting a glimpse of the gardener. I then walk back outside with the book tightly clutched on my hand and notice that the gardener had already started to work and was now flattening my bush fence. I take a seat at one of the deck chairs and close my eyes for a moment, letting the hot sunshine warm my now fully clothed body. I didn't notice that it was this hot, and not even the slightest breeze to cool me down. I open my eyes and settle into the random book. Sex therapy?

OH MY GOD! My eyes grow wide as I stare at the book in horror. When did we get this? Did Anna buy it?

I raise my eyes from the book to check that the gardener hadn’t noticed. Gladly, he’s still working on the fence. My legs work on their own and I dash back in before he could notice me at all. Once inside I glance at the book one more time before hastily throwing it to the garbage.

What if Anna did buy it? Is she not happy on our sex life? Damn, I need to talk to that bitch once she gets back in here.

God, I need some distraction. Watching the beautiful gardener working on the fence is starting to sound better and better. I make up my mind, and decide that the hot gardener is just what I need right now. After those thoughts I walk back outside where my eyes instantly find him, occasionally wiping some sweat from his forehead. I don’t understand how he can work when it’s this hot. Taking my seat back on the desk chair I wait in anticipation for the moment he pulls that soaked wife-beater off.

Meanwhile, I make close notes of his every movement in my mind. As a thick layer of sweat starts to form on his milky white skin, his formerly spiked hair has flattened and starts to show it’s real shape in curls. He glances at me over his shoulder and, again, winks.

Then he slowly bents over giving me clear sight of his firm ass.

At that point, I almost fell off the chair. He even swings his hips a little, like inviting me.

I groan in pleasure only from the sight of those long delicate legs, and that perfectly shaped ass, just for me. I could just take him…

I can feel myself growing hard in my pants and tried to somehow hide the bulge if he turns around.

Which he unfortunately did, and I felt myself going through different shades of reds.

But he just smiles and turns back around to cut the hedge some more.

I take my chance and dash from the back door into the house. I practically run into the kitchen and stop to catch my breath again.

What was that? Does he find me attractive too? God, that sounded dumb, but seriously, does he?

I glance down at my tented jeans and swear aloud. Fuck, I think he saw it. But he just smiled? Well he probably knows he’s the cause to it.

Okay, breathe, breathe. I calm myself down and take in long breaths. Maybe I should get something to drink. Yeah, that’s it.

I open my fridge and take out a bottle of orange juice. Perhaps I should give my little guest some too.

Opening the cabinet, I take out two mugs and pour them full of the juice. I then start making my way back outside. When I reach the door, I almost drop the mugs right there, cause now my wish was granted, and he had pulled his shirt off. I gulp dryly and when I finally thought I had calmed down enough not to cum right into my pants, I dare to trace my eyes down from his also tattooed chest and towards his abdomen, and to the light trail of hair leading down and disappearing into his pants. He looks so incredibly hot.

I feel my arousal sprung back alive at the sight of his sweaty body. He quickly seems to acknowledge my presence and turns around. His eyes travel into the mug on my hand and he smiles, and I remain freezed to my spot as he walks to me and snatches the mug from my hand. He greedily drinks the liquid and smiles at me…

“Thanks, I needed that.” He offers the mug back at me and I dumbly take it from his hand my eyes occasionally sliding a little bit down on his body…

“My name’s Chester by the way.” He purred, in what you could say, seductive way. And I let out a quiet squeak. But when lifting my eyes to his, I saw his daring expression, I decided to play with him. Fuck Anna…

“That’s a hot name..” I whisper huskily, trying to sound seductive, but probably failing miserably, and watch as his tongue comes out to lick his lips again before returning into his sexy little mouth. I can see that he’s watching my every movement with a seemingly satisfied smirk…

“You think so? Well, thank you Mikey.” He says innocently and his left hand goes to his hip and the right wipes sweat from his forehead again. He then looks down my body, and I feel his gaze burning holes into me. His eyes settle on my crotch and he smirks…

“So, you enjoyed the view?” His innocent comment splits the air and I gasp quietly, trying to figure out what to say. Whether to keep my cool and play along, or just tell him straight that his smoking hot…

“Yeah, it’s beautiful out here.” I answer and eye him up and down. Now it’s his time to be confused and he blushes heavily before regaining his composure again…

“I can see that..” He says and slowly reaches out to trace a slender finger on my jaw line. I close my eyes with a groan and lean into his unexpected touch. But soon his hand is drawn away and I frown, opening my eyes I come face to face with Chester whose now only inches away from my face. His hot breath on my lips sending constant shivers down my spine, and I try hard not to faint. He leans closer, his lips now brushing against mine as he speaks…

“ You know what..”He whispers, but I'm too overwhelmed to answer, and just let him continue…

” ..maybe I should get back to work..” And with that, he pulls away drawing my lips with him, like a magnet. I almost fall down on the cement and he chuckles before walking back to the hedge, swinging his hips seductively as he walks. I lowly whistle to myself and without further thought, follow him, unnoticed. He starts to cut the hedge with big scissors, almost looking straight from a porn movie, he then moves down and bents over right in front of me. The urge to grap his hips and force my cock deep in him was overpowering at the moment and I could only watch myself as I reached out and gave his ass a firm squeeze. In my mind I was panicking of what I just did, but the sensual moan he elicited made me keep my cool and continue my assault by tracing one of my left hands long fingers down his spine , loving the feeling of his muscles twitching under my digit. Whilst placing my right hand from his ass to his hip.

I heard him moan and he stopped cutting the fence at once. This gave me more courage and I gently placed my other hand too on his hip and leaned over him. Back to chest. Ass to crotch.

I carefully rocked my hips into his, gaining a small moan from him. I smirked and pushed my arousal harder into his ass. Now he made a weird noise between a fierce moan and a pleasurable cry. I heard a thud, and instantly knew that he had dropped the scissors. I leaned more over him and took his earlobe into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it…

“What’s wrong Chester? Shouldn’t you be working?” I whisper teasingly and lick the back of his ear. He shudders and bucks his hips back against my erection, the clothes between us giving me pleasurable friction. I moan out loud and grap his hips more forcefully as he continues to rub himself on me and takes support on the hedge he previously was cutting on…

“Oh, but I am..” He replies shortly and rubs his ass more on my hardening manhood. God I need him, now...

“What’d you say, if we’d go inside and, finish this up?” I whisper whilst my left hand dances among his thigh, up and down, before I let it brush over his crotch, gaining a moan from him…

“Finally..” His husky voice arouses me more than anything and I'm afraid I’ll come into my pants before we even get started. Then he suddenly spins around and wraps his arms around me before attacking my lips in a open mouthed kiss. I'm taken back by this sudden attack, but quickly respond to him by opening my mouth to him. He swirls his tongue in my mouth, before crashing it with mine. Tasting each other, my hands move up and down on his sweating back, never getting enough of the feeling of his soft skin against mine, Anna now completely forgotten from my mind. Our hands wander heatedly and I'm starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air. I try to pull away for air, but he won’t let me and crashes our lips back together the second I unattached them. I feel myself being hastily led towards the open back door and I almost trip over when the grass turns into cement and Chesters hands travel under my shirt.