GAY OUTSIDE SEX CAUGHT ON CAMERA -SECRETLY! By Lily Harlem

Chapter One Reece dipped his brush into the magnolia paint then aligned it beside the window frame. He had to be careful because his concentration was wandering. His job for the week was to redecorate Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s bedroom and he was halfway through the task, but since the gardener had appeared, his progress had slowed considerably. With the bristles held still against the wall, he allowed himself a moment to look down at the garden. It was bright outside—a brilliant, sun-drenched August day in Wiltshire and he couldn’t help but admire the view. But he wasn’t appreciative of the begonias or the gladioli or the neat topiary bushes, no it was Cade Davenport—or at least that was the name on the van out the front, Cade Davenport, executive gardening services, no job too large or small— who was on the receiving end of Reece’s admiration. Mrs. Henley-Smythe had told Reece to expect the gardener by midday as she’d flounced out of the door to a charity lunch with her friends at the golf club. Reece hadn’t thought any more of it until one of the hottest guys he’d ever seen had strutted across the lawn to the shed and started hauling out tools. Since that moment, he’d struggled to think straight. He’d opened gloss rather than silk and had dripped a blob of paint on the windowsill that had needed to be wiped up. He stroked the brush downwards a few inches then stopped. His breath hitched and his belly clenched. Cade, the gardener, was now stooped over, fiddling with a mower and presenting his sweet arse for Reece to ogle. “Damn,” Reece muttered, as a familiar tingle stirred his cock. “That’s a sight for sore eyes.” It had been several months since he’d had any bedroom fun and that had been a one-night rebound. Since Matthew and he had split, there’d been nobody serious in his life. There couldn’t be, the breakup had hurt too damn much. Instead, he’d immersed himself in his one-man-band decorating business and although not rocket science or particularly challenging, it paid the bills—just—and kept him from wallowing in the agony of having been lied to and cheated on. Reece wondered if Cade was gay. His radar wasn’t working from up here. If so, then Cade was a gift to mankind and a loss for women the world over. His shoulders beneath his red T-shirt looked thick with muscle and broad, his belly flat and his legs encased in scruffy denims, long and strong. Reece adored the big, industrious boots he wore, a bit tatty and dusty—they signaled huge feet, which was always a good sign. His hair was dark and a little curly, the ends touching his nape and the tips of his ears. Reece thought what a nice handful it would be, that head of hair, to hold, to pull, to gather into his fists. He had a cute face, too—a little stubbled and with heavy, dark eyebrows. Tanned skin, likely owing to the hours and hours he spent outdoors. Cade suddenly jerked his arm back. His biceps bunched and danced around the tight sleeve of his top as he pulled on the starter motor. The mower’s petrol engine fired up and the sound invaded the silence Reece had been working in for the last few days. He didn’t like the radio on. He preferred to be lost in his own thoughts and daydreams. And right now his daydreams were all about Cade. He watched as Cade straightened his black wrap-around shades and moved behind the mower. He grabbed the handle and began to push it in a straight line across Mrs. Henley- Smythe’s back lawn. As he went, he left behind a neat pale green stripe. Reece glanced at his paintbrush and continued with the stripe of paint he was midway through. The noise of the mower engine changed. He looked outside again. Cade had turned it around when he’d reached the patio area by the swimming pool and was pushing it the opposite way, parallel to the first line. He was coming toward the house now. If he glanced up he’d see Reece standing at the window, brush in hand, his eyes a little heavy and his lips wet from where he’d just licked them. Abruptly Cade tipped his head and appeared to stare straight at Reece. His shades caught a glint of sunshine and flashed like a beacon. A bolt of self-consciousness zapped through Reece. He turned away, embarrassed to have been caught gawking, and quickly made several strokes with his brush. The paint was thick and gloopy and he frowned when it traveled onto the window frame slightly. Again the mower noise altered. Reece strained his eyes without turning his head and was relieved to see that Cade was now walking back toward the pool again. He dipped his brush in the paint then wiped off the excess. As he straightened, a flash of flesh caught his attention. Cade had stopped and was peeling off his T-shirt, slowly sliding it upwards and revealing the chestnut-brown skin on his back and shoulders that glowed under the sun’s hot caress. His muscles were, as Reece had suspected, impressive—defined and taut with ridges that ran down the gutter of his spine that looked perfect for licking. He had two small dimples, just above the waistband of his jeans that Reece would love to get up close and personal with. Reece swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, as Cade again adjusted his shades then carried on with his task. This time when Cade turned around at the pool, Reece didn’t look away. He couldn’t. It was like magnetism, and damn the man was stacked. His pecs were perfect, thick squares dotted with small dark nipples, and his abs were a row of bricks. His body hair matched that on his head, lustrous, a little curly and with a tantalizing line heading from his navel to his denims. Reece could just imagine nuzzling his nose into that hair, smelling it, tasting it, drawing in the essence of Cade. He wondered what delights would stimulate his senses—sweat and dirt or maybe cut grass and flowers? He didn’t mind. He’d happily take either. Cade looked up at Reece again, but this time Reece held the man’s gaze for a full ten seconds, or at least he thought he did. It was hard with him wearing shades. Then, as coolly as he could, Reece went back to painting the section of wall by the window. His heart was beating fast and his skin prickled. He’d been hot before—the heatwave a constant burn—but now, with that long, sultry stare at a sexy, half-naked man, he was feeling positively steamy. He decided to take a break and get a drink. Mrs. Henley-Smythe had told him to help himself to the cans of Coke in the kitchen fridge. After balancing his brush on the edge of the paint pot, he went down the wide stairs, across the marble floored hallway and into the kitchen, but he didn’t pause at the refrigerator. He went to the utility room and washed his hands. The house was spotless and pristine. Everything from the taps to the toilets and the stair-railings to the door handles was of the highest specification. Reece had no idea what Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s husband did, but they were clearly rolling in it. Lucky buggers. Reece had just finished drying his hands on kitchen roll when he had an idea. He paused, thought for a moment then smiled to himself. There was one way to find out if Cade was gay and if that lingering eye contact had meant anything to him. He’d flash the goods and see if the gardener took the bait. He slipped his arms from the straps on his white overalls and let the loops of material hang at his hips. In one quick movement, he peeled off his white T-shirt and folded it into three, the end section he poked into his back pocket so it hung down, rag-like, by his arse. With a slide of his arms, he realigned the straps, so they sat as braces, beside his nipples. He had nice nipples, so he’d been told. Permanently erect, small and with a few blond hairs sitting between them in a neat triangle. Happy with his cool and casual appearance, Reece wandered into the kitchen, pulled open the fridge and grabbed two cans of Coke. He paused and looked at the other contents— Champagne, posh pâté, strawberries, smoked salmon and a cooked corn-fed chicken that looked golden and succulent. His taste buds tingled and his mouth watered. Quickly, he shut the door and turned before he was tempted to pop a strawberry into his mouth, try the tub of foie gras or munch on a drumstick. He headed to the back door. It was open—to let a breeze through the house Mrs. Henley-Smythe had said. Not that there was any breeze today. The air was still and lazy as though the sun had taken the energy out of it the way it had everything else. Stepping onto the decking, Reece blinked in the glare. Cade was still mowing, going away from him. The drone of the engine was louder down here than it had been up in the bedroom. Reece bided his time, waiting and enjoying ogling Cade’s arse as he walked along. When Cade turned, the mower pointing his way, Reece held up one of the cans. “Want a drink?” he called. “Yeah, cheers.” Cade continued on his journey, straight and steady. The mower created yet another pale green streak as he came toward Reece. When he reached the decking, Cade flicked a switch and the engine died. A heavy silence filled the garden and Reece’s ears buzzed for a moment. He watched as Cade rubbed his palms down his thighs and shifted a damp lock of hair from his temple. Reece held out a can. “Reece,” he said, “the decorator.” Cade took it and pressed the chilled surface to his forehead. “Cade, the gardener.” He grinned, flashing white teeth. His right incisor wasn’t quite flush, and he had dimples that just didn’t belong on such a masculine face. Reece popped the ring pull on his drink and tensed his abs. He wished he had a nice tan like Cade but he worked indoors and the only time he had color was when he had his annual two weeks on a foreign beach with his mates. Still, he worked out, and it was a decent belly. Cade tugged on his bottom lip as he opened his drink. Reece cursed those sunglasses. It was impossible to tell if Cade was checking him out or not. The surface of the lenses were mirrored and he had no way of telling. “So, you been working here long?” Reece asked. “Yeah, a few years now.” “It looks amazing.” Reece gestured to one of the full flowerbeds. “The garden, that is.” “Thanks. I take pride in my work.” “I can tell.” Reece took a few big gulps of his drink. “You like Mrs. Henley-Smythe?” “Rita? Yeah, she’s cool.” He shrugged. “Friendly.” “Yeah, I thought so. Not that I know her. I’ve just started on the bedroom this week. She wanted it switched from buttercream to magnolia.” “Is there a difference?” “Not really, it’s hard to see what I’ve done and what I haven’t.” He laughed. “Mmm. I suppose.” Cade tipped his can to his mouth and drank deeply. Reece studied the long tendons in his neck and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The stubble on his jaw etched downward, all the way to the base of his throat, he could imagine stroking the scratchy hair and pressing his cheek against it. “So what does her old man do?” Reece asked to stop himself from having more lusty thoughts about Cade’s stubble. “They’re obviously not strapped for cash—not with this fancy place and those cars on the drive.” Cade set his drink on a nearby wooden table. He then sat at one of the chairs and crossed his left ankle over his right knee. “Something to do with the movie industry.” “Movies?” Reece asked, his curiosity piqued. “What, like a director or something?” “I suppose so.” “Are there studios around here?” Cade took off his sunglasses, tipped his head and studied Reece. “You gonna sit? You must be knackered going up and down ladders all day long.” A bubble of excitement popped in Reece’s stomach. Cade had asked him to sit with him. Surely that was a good sign. What’s more, Cade’s gaze had definitely lingered on his abs, Reece was sure of it. He’d bet his last paintbrush on it. “Yeah, I suppose. I’m due a break.” Cade gave a slow nod. “Too damn hot to work right through today. I do sometimes, if the weather’s grim. Happy to get it done and go home to the warm and dry. But on a day like this, in the summer, it’s a nice place to hang out.” “You’re not kidding. It’s bloody gorgeous. Wish I had a pad like this.” “I pretend it’s mine sometimes, you know, if she’s out.” He paused and a grin tugged at the right side of his mouth. “Like today.” Reece glanced around. The shrubs and wall surrounding the garden made it totally private and there was only one way around to the back of the house—he knew that because he’d brought his decorating equipment that way—and there was a lock on the gate. “So what do you do?” Reece asked. “When you pretend it’s yours?” Cade shrugged. “Go for a swim, use the hot tub, grab myself a beer and just generally lounge about.” “Really?” Reece wasn’t sure if he’d have the nerve. He was always very careful and respectful of clients’ homes. He felt privileged that he’d been trusted to be in them unsupervised. “Yeah, why the hell not? If I’ve done the lawn and pruned the beds, there’s no harm in it.” Reece didn’t answer, instead, he finished off the last of his drink and set the empty can on the table, next to a pot of pansies. He had to admit the thought of sinking into the pool was very inviting. He could see it sparkling and shimmering on the surface and the sun glinted off a white diving board that stood at one end. He turned to Cade. Cade was studying him closely. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Cade said, twisting his mouth into a smile. “Fuck. I’m so damn hot the pool is pretty fucking tempting.” “Ah, I knew once the idea was there you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Cade bent forward and began to unlace his boots. “What are you doing?” Reece asked. “Going for a swim.” He tipped his head to the side and looked at Reece, squinting a little as he did so. “Gonna join me?”   Chapter Two Reece faltered for a moment. He looked at the pool again then at Cade, who was yanking off his boots. He wore woolen socks, black with ridges on them, and he discarded them to the side. “So you just go in and swim, do you?” Reece asked, glancing at the house. “Yeah.” Cade stood and popped open the top button on his jeans. “And don’t worry. She won’t be back for hours and hours—not once she’s out with her cronies. And when she is back, she’ll be pissed from all those gin and tonics.” He let his gaze slide down Reece’s body, head to toes and back up again. “It’ll give us plenty of time to get out and dressed again.” Dressed again? Did Cade skinny-dip in Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s pool? Reece felt a tug in his cock. The look in Cade’s eyes was unmistakable. He was interested. He liked what he saw. If Reece hadn’t been trying to act cool, he’d have punched the air. The hot guy before him did indeed bat for the same team he did. Perhaps all teams, but what did it matter if he swung both ways? Right now he, Reece, was here. Cade shoved his jeans down and kicked them off. He laid them roughly over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on then headed toward the pool. As he went, he pushed at his boxers and revealed his tight arse that was a shade paler than the rest of his skin. He kept on walking as the boxers slid down his legs then he stepped out of his underwear without pausing. He left the boxers bunched on the lawn, dead center in one of the pale green stripes he’d created. Reece felt his jaw slacken. Fuck, the guy was brazen. He just went for it. “Gotta go in naked,” Cade called, “otherwise you’ll have wet boxers beneath your jeans, making a damp patch and giving the game away.” “Yeah, makes sense,” Reece replied. Fuck, he was getting harder by the minute. The sight of the abandoned boxers and Cade’s long, muscular body was enough to have his balls aching and his arsehole clenching. “Come on,” Cade shouted, even though he couldn’t see that Reece had made no move to join him. “All work and no play makes Reece a dull boy.” “What about the lawn? You haven’t finished.” “Fuck it. I’ll do it later.” He reached the pool and dove in, creating a white burst of water that splashed upwards and made waves across the surface. “Oh, bloody hell,” Reece said, quickly slipping the straps of his overalls off then scooting down the trousers. Beneath he wore red boxers, fake Calvin Kleins from the market, but he had no intention of removing them—not yet—not until he was safely by the pool. God, was he really going to do this? Unlike Cade, Reece carried his clothes across the lawn and set them on a lounger. If there was a sudden urgency to get dressed, if Mrs. Henley-Smythe did appear, he didn’t want to be caught in the buff. “It’s great. Get in,” Cade called, before turning and propelling himself in a fast crawl to the opposite end of the pool. Reece made the most of the fact that Cade was facing the other way, tugged off his boxers then slipped into the water. The chill stole his breath for a moment and thankfully also took the heat from his hard-on. He sank beneath the surface, soaking his hair and letting the water rush into his ears. He pushed off and swam for several seconds to the far side. When he bobbed up, he came face to face with Cade. “What do you think?” Cade asked, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. “I...er... Yeah, it’s good. I was hot.”
He grinned. “Me too. Come on, race you.” He struck out again, back the way Reece had just come. Reece followed, his competitive streak urging him on. He was a good swimmer, always had been. On the school team at one point before he’d decided school wasn’t for him and he’d dropped out. He caught up with Cade and they touched the edge of the pool at exactly the same time. Cade laughed a little breathlessly. “A swimming decorator, eh?” “And a swimming gardener.” Cade laughed some more. “Sounds like a movie,” Reece said, joining in the mirth. “Yeah, a porn movie,” Cade said with a wink. He stopped laughing and looked serious. “You watch porn?” Reece was a little surprised by the question but he tried not to show it. “Don’t all blokes?” “I dunno.” Cade turned, so his back was against the pool wall, and hooked his elbows on the tiles to support himself. His chest rose out of the water and Reece could see that the hair under his arms was as black as that on his head and sternum. “But I know I do and now I know you do.” Reece shrugged and pushed backward through the water, enjoying the feel of it swooshing around his cock and balls. “So what porn do you like best?” Cade asked. “It’s been a while since I had the chance.” “What do you mean? It’s everywhere, all over the net.” “Yeah, well, I guess I’ve been busy.” “What, with your boyfriend?” Cade licked his lips and twitched his eyebrows. “I haven’t got a boyfriend.” Reece slipped his hand through his hair to stop the ends dripping onto his face. This conversation really wasn’t going the way he’d thought it would. “Why not?” “Maybe I have a girlfriend.” “But you don’t, do you?” Reece laughed, going for casual. “Nah, pussy isn’t for me.” “Hah, I knew it.”
Cade dropped his right arm into the water and appeared to touch his cock, though Reece couldn’t be sure.
“So why no boyfriend, Reece?” “We split a while back.” “So all the more reason to watch porn. You know...get some relief.” Now Reece knew damn well that Cade was touching himself, his shoulder was twitching to a familiar beat and rhythm, one Reece knew only too well. “What is this, twenty questions?” Reece asked, falling backwards into the water and kicking his legs beneath the surface. “If you want it to be.” “Maybe I’ll ask you a question,” Reece said. “Go for it.” For a moment Reece’s mind went blank as he stared up at the sky then he decided to ask the obvious. “Are you wanking?” “Indeed I am.” “Do you always do that in Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s pool?” Reece twisted his head so he could see Cade again. “Only when there’s a cute bloke in here with me.” He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “Fuck, you should try it sometime—wanking that is, in a pool.” “I wank plenty,” Reece said. “But usually when I’m alone.” “And not to porn.” “No, not to porn.” “To what then?” Reece dropped further back, until his feet came off the ground, then he tipped up, so he was floating and staring up again at the azure sky. “Just daydreams, fantasies in my head. You know, about hot men I come across in my work.” “Like me?” “Yeah, like you.”
Reece shifted his pelvis and his stiff cock breached the surface of the water, pointed upward, becoming laced by the heat of the sun. He imagined it to be like a fat spear, his cock, rising thick and proud into the air. “Nice,” Cade murmured. “So, where is this hot tub?” Reece asked, drifting his hands so that he moved away from Cade but his cock stayed on show. He liked Cade, a lot, but there was something unnervingly confident about him. Fascinating, but still, a bit out there. “It’s in the corner.” Cade nodded to a fancy looking pine shelter with a pointed roof. “In that thing.” “And you’ve been in it?” “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll show you in a minute.” Reece continued to drift on his back. He’d been expecting a long, hot, boring day with nothing but magnolia to stare at, but this—an unexpected dip and some sexy, curious company—was a real treat. Suddenly he felt something touch his shoulder. He startled a little and let his feet find the floor of the pool. “Hey, sorry,” Cade said, slipping his hand from Reece’s shoulder to the side of his neck. “Didn’t mean to make you jump.” Reece looked into his dark eyes. He had long, thick lashes that were spiked into tiny triangles by the water, and despite the brightness of the day, his pupils were large and deep. “That’s okay, I was just thinking how nice this is. In here.” “That’s what I was thinking too.”
Cade pressed on Reece’s shoulder and turned him a little, so that he faced the diving board.
“Do you like to dive?” Cade asked. “Yeah, it’s fun.” Cade smiled. “Do you like to kiss blokes you’ve only just met?” “I think we’ve officially known each other for nearly ten minutes. Not exactly strangers anymore.” “That’s what I like to hear.” Reece studied Cade’s mouth. He adored the way the skin above his top lip was coated in stubble and how that dark hair slipped round to his chin and jaw and became denser in his dimples. He had a very kissable mouth, soft lips and the lower one a little plumper than the top. He was movie-star handsome, in a macho-rough-around-the-edges way. Cade leaned forward and as he did so, Reece parted his lips and fluttered his eyes shut. The kiss was gentle and sweet and the way Cade was holding the side of his face, a possessive, adoring gesture, had Reece’s knees going a little weak. He was glad of the water supporting him as he slid his arms around Cade’s waist. “Mmm, you taste sweet,” Cade murmured onto his lips. “And you feel sweet,” Reece said, slipping his hands to Cade’s buttocks and giving the right one a squeeze. If Cade could be forward, and just say and do what he wanted, then he could play that game too. And damn if he wasn’t more than ready for his sexual dry spell to come to an end, and what better way than in a millionaire’s mansion with a seriously sexy guy? “Oh, cheeky,” Cade said, pressing his lips to Reece’s again. He drew him closer and as his tongue snuck into Reece’s mouth, their stiff cocks came into alignment. Reece let out a small groan. The feel of their shafts rubbing together in the water, heat and cool, slippery and stiff, was the stuff of dreams. He wound his arms firmer around Cade and deepened the kiss. His heart rate cranked up a few notches and a tightening in his lower abdomen increased the rush of blood to his cock. Cade felt amazing in his arms—all burly brawn and powerful muscles. There wasn’t much difference in their height but there was probably a few pounds difference in their weight. Not that Reece minded, he’d always preferred being on the lean side, and he liked getting down and dirty with big brutes who could pin him to the bed and go for it all night. “Fuck, you’re getting me so riled up for it,” Cade said, pulling back a bit. “Good,” Reece smiled. “’Cause I sure as hell am up for it.” “I can tell.” They kissed again, smoothing their hands all over each other’s bodies and rutting their cocks together.
Reece felt his arsehole quiver and clench. From what he could feel, Cade was big and his shaft a healthy girth. It would be amazing to have that cock fucking him, easing into his hole then pounding to the root. He whimpered at the thought. The erotic image and the anticipation was almost too much. “What are you thinking about?” Cade asked, sliding his hand down the column of Reece’s throat and below the surface of the water. He latched his thumb and index finger over Reece’s right nipple and squeezed. “You,” Reece said, enjoying the tight sensation which seemed to head straight to his cock. “What about me?” “Fucking.” “Me fucking you or you fucking me?” He tugged Reece’s nipple a bit more, elongating it. Reece groaned. “You fucking me.” “Where?” “Anywhere, on that lounger, here in the pool, over the table up there, where our cans of cola are.” “You are imaginative.” He switched nipples. Reece groaned, loving the slice of sharp pain. “So where do you want to do it?” He set his gaze steady on Cade. “And I guess we are going to do it.” Cade chuckled. “Oh yeah, we are indeed.” “So where?” Cade jerked his head behind himself. “Over there.” Reece looked over his shoulder. “In the hot tub?” “Oh yeah, let’s just say it’s a fantasy of mine to have a pretty boy bent over in there, taking my big dick up his arse.”   Chapter Three Suddenly Cade released Reece’s nipple and stepped back through the water. “Let’s get to it.” Reece followed. “I’m glad to be your fantasy boy but I’m not sure I’m happy about the pretty.” Cade placed his hands on the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, giving Reece a wonderful view of his arse before he twisted to the right and sat, legs dangling into the pool, cock jutting up. “Not pretty! Jesus, have you looked in the mirror?” “Well...yes. I—” “You have hair the color of the sun.” Cade signaled upwards. “Eyes as blue as this pool.” He indicated the water. “And lips as soft as any girls’, not that I’ve kissed many, but I’ve had a few.” He grinned. “You, Reece, are pretty—pretty enough to be a movie star, pretty enough to be a pin-up or in a boy band.” “I really don’t think so—” “Shh...” Cade put his index fingers over his lips. “I’m giving you a compliment and being unusually poetic. Go with it.” He stood and placed his hands on his hips. His cock, dark and swollen, jabbed upwards, reaching to just below his navel. Reece decided to let the pretty slip. He knew he was a decent looking bloke—hardly someone who’d fallen out of the ugly tree—but he wasn’t used to being told it. It was a new experience. But right now Cade could call him whatever the hell he wanted because Reece needed that cock in him as soon as possible. In his hand, in his mouth or in his arse— whatever worked for Cade would be good for him. “You getting out?” Cade asked. “Yeah. Hang on,” Reece said, elevating himself from the water. It sluiced down his body as his feet banged on the paving slabs surrounding the pool. Cade made no move toward the hot tub. Instead, he glanced at the diving board and crooked his finger at Reece. “Come here.” Reece did as instructed. His erection was weighty now that he was out of the water and his wet balls hung down against the top of his legs. “You know what would make this fantasy perfect?” Cade said, wrapping his hand around his own shaft. “Tell me.” “A blow job, right here in the garden. I’d remember it always, every time I’m mowing the lawn, pruning the shrubs or watering the flowers. I’d always look at this spot, right here, and think of you, with that beautiful mouth of yours around my dick.” Reece’s breathing increased and saliva pooled on his tongue. The thought of sucking Cade off here, in the open air, where anyone could just wander in, was as terrifying to him as it was making him horny. He glanced behind himself at the house. “You worry too much. I promise, we have the place to ourselves.” “Are you sure?” “As sure as I know I’m going to fuck your arse right after I’ve fucked your mouth.” He stepped up to Reece, placed his hands on his shoulders and exerted gentle but firm pressure. Reece submitted to being forced to his knees. He folded them beneath himself and was glad that he was on grass and not the slabs. Cade’s glorious cock was only inches from his mouth. He was holding it, sliding his palm up and down the shaft, shifting the skin a little and letting the domed glans peek out on each movement. Reece licked his lips. Cade gave a small laugh. “Oh, boy, you’re hungry for it.” “Yes.” Reece reached out and slid his finger through the deep slit. “I am.” “Fuck, yeah, touch me,” Cade said, releasing his cock and putting his hands on his hips. He arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward, the tip of his cock butting up against Reece’s lips. Reece opened his mouth and took as much in as he could on a fast, hot glide. The taste of Cade was wonderful—beneath the swimming pool freshness was a dark, sultry flavor that screamed raw masculinity. Cade moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that grated up from his chest. “Ah yeah, like that, like that.” Reece grabbed Cade’s hip and held him tight. Cade put his hand over Reece’s and shifted it up to his chest so his palm was flat over his right pectoral. “Yeah, suck me off, suck me deep,” he moaned. Reece did just that, bobbing down and up, stuffing his mouth full of dick each time he did so. He created suction at the back of his throat, tugging the delicate end of Cade’s foreskin whenever he got the chance. “Oh, Jesus, yeah...” Cade moaned. Reece had his eyes tight shut, lost in the moment. Cade’s scent and taste was filling his senses. The veined ripples on his cock had his tongue busily reading them, an erotic map. “Keep going. You’re the best,” Cade said, sliding his fingers into Reece’s hair and bunching them so that he tugged on his scalp. Reece moaned around the dick in his mouth. He adored a bit of hair pulling. It pushed his buttons, shot desire to his cock and made his arse clench with the thrill of it. Saliva collected in his cheeks, soaking Cade’s cock and dribbling down from Reece’s lips to his chin. He didn’t care. On and on, he took Cade in and out. He dragged his teeth on Cade’s shaft, knowing it would be a dangerous and desperate sensation, especially as they hardly knew each other. “Oh, man, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Cade muttered. He shifted his hips away then forged his cock even harder at Reece. Reece took it all. He could beat down his gag reflex when he needed to. Blow jobs were a specialty and taking it deep, low down in his throat, was something he loved. He got off on giving that feeling to another man, reveled in the carnal moans the act never failed to elicit. “Ahh...ahh...yeah...” Cade groaned. “Fuck, that’s something else, you hot piece of arse, you.” Reece gave a hint of a smile around Cade’s cock. He looked up, his eyeballs straining to do so. Cade was staring down at him. His jaw was slack and the sun shone brightly off his damp skin. His cheeks were a little red and droplets of water sat in his chest hair. Reece had never seen such a beautiful vision. Cocky, gorgeous Cade was putty in his fingers, or rather, putty in his mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” Cade muttered. “Seeing you like that, with your pretty face flushed and my big cock stretching your lips wide. Fuck, I could come from just seeing you.” Reece withdrew and caught Cade’s shaft in his hand. “So come.” He grinned. Cade glanced at the house then at the pool, the diving board end. “Fuck, I might just have to.” A tremble shivered over his belly. Reece took him back into his mouth. This time he cupped Cade’s balls and rolled them around in his palm like marbles in a sack. He let his fingers sneak backwards, teasingly, toward Cade’s anus. Cade moaned long and low—the sound spreading over the lawn and mixing with the noise of a blackbird who’d struck up song in a nearby tree. The pace was frantic now—Cade clutching Reece’s head and thrusting his hips back and forth. Reece opened wide. He was being mouth-fucked and he was grunting, sucking and tasting pre-cum. Damn, he wanted Cade to spill his spunk onto his tongue so he could sample his thick flavor. He hoped he’d climax soon. “I’m fucking coming,” Cade shouted. The blackbird startled and skimmed past them, whistling its alarm call.
Reece upped the speed, squeezed Cade’s balls and created a strong suction. “Oh, man, yeah...” Cade said, withdrawing and fisting his cock. He wanked furiously, took a step back then released his pleasure onto Reece’s chest. Reece watched fascinated as Cade’s slit pulsated—each time it widened a fresh lot of cum shot from it, splattering onto his flesh. His heart was thudding, his mouth felt empty now that Cade had pulled out, but he was enjoying the show, enjoying seeing Cade so lost in the act of coming all over him. “More,” Reece gasped. “Give me it all.” “I am. Fuck, I am,” Cade cried, turning to the right and letting one thick rope of cum splatter to the lawn. “Ah, yeah, that’s it. That’s it...” His knees buckled a little. Reece jumped to his feet and gathered Cade close. The tough smart-arse had gone and Cade collapsed against Reece, winding his arms around him and nestling his face in Reece’s neck. “Fuck, that’s intense,” Cade gasped. “You give fucking amazing head.” “I’m glad you think so.” “More than think so... You just about finished me off.” A full-body tremble attacked him. Reece rubbed his palms up then down Cade’s hot back. A light sheen of sweat was mixed in with the dampness from the pool. His flesh was hot and smooth and the taut muscles beneath were tense. “I enjoyed making you come. It’s been a while since I’ve given head to someone so sensitive.” “Wouldn’t anyone be sensitive with another bloke tugging on their dick with the back of their throat?” “I thought you’d come down my throat,” Reece said, pushing Cade’s hair from his temple and kissing him there. “I didn’t feel we knew each other well enough for that,” Cade said, snuggling closer and his lips moving against Reece’s neck as he spoke. “That was very polite of you,” Reece said, “but believe me, I can take whatever you want to throw at me.” Cade pulled back, appearing to regain some of his strength. “Do you really think so?” Reece smiled a slow, confident grin that stretched his cheeks. “Oh, yeah, bring it on.” He was buzzing for it. Ready to fucking go, no holds-barred and the hot, edgy man standing in front of him was the object of his desires. “You be careful,” Cade said, tugging on his bottom lip. “I might just do that.” He took Reece’s hand and led him to the hot tub. “Here.” He tossed a towel at Reece. “What’s that for?” “Wipe my jizz from your chest. I have to clean this tub.” Reece did so then shoved the towel in what looked like a laundry box, hoping it would end up in the wash if he did that.
He watched as Cade climbed into the water, flashing his arse cheeks as he went. “It’s hot,” he said, sinking beneath the surface to his chest. “Isn’t that the idea?” Reece said. He looked up at the house, a sudden attack of nerves getting to him. “Hey, don’t worry. I told you...no one home for ages. It’s always the way.” Reece took hold of his erection. It was engorged and heavy and needed some attention. Getting into the tub with Cade really was the only solution if he wanted to stay sane. And the sooner they started fucking, the better. “Sit there,” Cade said, pointing to the corner that faced the pool. “And enjoy the view.” Reece did as instructed. The water was indeed hot, much warmer than the swimming pool, more bath-like. It also smelled a little of chlorine. “You want bubbles?” Cade asked. “Yeah, okay.”
Cade grinned, hit a button and the water came to life. It hissed and spat and popped on the surface. The rumble of the jets vibrated through Reece and two hard streams shot into the small of his back. “Mmm, nice,” Cade said. “Perfect after an orgasm.” He looked at Reece and frowned. “But poor you, you didn’t come.” He scooted a bit closer with a wicked look on his face. “Want me to help you out with that?” “Well I wouldn’t say no,” Reece said, stretching his arms out on either side of himself, over the ledge of the tub. His cock was being jostled by the water, tossed and tugged by the near violent agitation. Cade grinned and settled in the hollow of Reece’s arm, his chest against his side and his lips by his ear. “How does your dick feel in the water, Reece?” “It’s getting pretty impatient,” Reece said. Cade slid his hand over Reece’s neck, holding it in a strangle position for the briefest of seconds before slipping down, beneath the water.
“Is your stamina not a strong point?” Cade asked. “My stamina’s fine. I just haven’t had another bloke touch my cock for a while.” “Oh, goody, does that mean I get to tease?” “Tease away...ahhh...” Reece tensed his abs as Cade gripped his cock. Cade’s big hand on his shaft felt amazing and with the water too, it made him want to come instantly.
But he wouldn’t. He’d enjoy this moment of being fondled by Cade, the sexy gardener. “You have a nice dick,” Cade said. “Thick and long and with a big, fat head.” “Thanks.” Reece couldn’t remember being complimented on his nice dick before but he wasn’t going to complain. Not when Cade was gently smoothing his fist up and down its length. “I could do this all day,” Cade said. “Touch you.” “Touch away.”
Cade glanced up at the corner of the gazebo that covered the hot tub. “Lie back, close your eyes and get lost in me wanking you.” Reece did as he’d been told. He closed his eyes and tipped his head backwards onto the pillowed section behind him. He sighed and curled his toes on the base of the tub. “This is the wonderful thing about being gay, don’t you think?” Cade said, scratching his stubbled chin against Reece’s cheek. “What’s that?” Reece felt a little dreamy, high on life. “We don’t mess about with all that dating crap, going out for dinner, cinema.” “I suppose not.” “We just see someone we like, both agree it’s mutual attraction and then fuck.” He paused. “Like animals.” “It works for me...animal fucking.” Cade chuckled. “Me too.” He added his other hand and continued to play with Reece’s cock. “Then if the fucking’s good, you get to know the person, and if that fits, hey, it’s a perfect happily-fucking-ever-after.” “This feels pretty-fucking-happily-ever after to me right now,” Reece said a little breathily as Cade tickled his balls and tugged harder on his shaft. “Am I getting it right?” Cade asked. “You know damn well you are.” He groaned as another surge of blood headed to his cock. His arsehole tightened and his buttocks clenched off the base of the tub. “Oh, be careful now. No coming in here,” Cade said, slowing down and easing off the pressure. Reece blew out a long, low breath. No coming. That was a tall order. “That’s it, good boy,” Cade said. “We’re just playing right now. We’ll have to take it out of here for the main event.” “But you said...” Reece had been looking forward to getting fucked stupid in the tub and fulfilling one of Cade’s fantasies. “Shh...it doesn’t matter what I said, it only matters what I do.” He slid the tip of his finger into Reece’s slit, elongating it and pressing inwards. Reece moaned. Cade’s hands on him felt so good. “Come on,” Cade said, suddenly releasing him and standing. “Time to move this up a level.” Reece opened his eyes and lifted his head. He was little dizzy, his vision a bit fogged. “You ready for it?” Cade asked. “Hell yeah.”   Chapter Four Reece climbed naked from the hot tub. His cock had been rigid and needy when he’d gotten out of the pool, but now he was throbbing with desire, his balls were tight and his skin tingling all over, desperate for Cade’s touch. Cade fiddled in a small locker, controls perhaps, then again took Reece’s hand and led him to one of the brown-cushioned loungers. There was a cat beneath one of them, dark and fluffy. “Shoo,” Cade said, spinning the lounger a little, so that it faced away from the glare of the sun and toward the diving board. “We don’t want no pussy around here.” Reece chuckled, though it sounded strained even to himself. Fuck. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been so turned on. “Get on your hands and knees on the lounger,” Cade said, shoving his hand through his hair and making it stick up in several different directions. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.” Reece studied Cade’s cock, which was now tapping up against his navel and fully erect again. “Don’t look so worried,” Cade said with a grin. “Scream in a good way.” He opened his hand, revealing a condom and a small sachet of lube. “Where did you get them?” Reece asked, surprised. “Rita keeps a stash by the hot tub. She’s a fruity old devil, eh?” “I suppose.” Reece gripped his cock and yanked it from base to tip. “But let’s not talk about her right now.” “I agree.” Cade set his hands on Reece’s shoulders, turned him around then pressed against his back, tipping him onto the end of the sun-lounger. Reece didn’t drop to his knees, he stayed bent double with straight legs, knowing his arsehole was a great height to take Cade’s cock. “Ah, yeah, you sexy bastard, you should see yourself,” Cade said, his breath breezing over Reece’s cooling skin. “Such a sexy arse,” Cade went on, rubbing his hands over Reece’s buttocks then sweeping the movement up his back. “I can’t wait to bury my big dick in it, right to the root. You’ll love it, Reece. You’ll get addicted to it, never want to be without it.” He fingered his way down Reece’s cleft and settled the tip of his finger over Reece’s hole. Reece jerked at the intimate touch. It had been a while. Cade released a small laugh. “Oh boy, you are in need of attention, aren’t you?” “Yeah, so give it, will you?”
Cade’s touch left Reece but was back in a few seconds, this time cool and slippery. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” Cade said, slithering one finger into Reece’s arse. Reece groaned at the invasion. It was wonderful to be penetrated again after so long. “Mmm, more...please, more.” “Coming right up, greedy boy.” Cade added another finger, stretching Reece wider. Reece stared at the drips falling from his body and landing on the sun-lounger. It was so hot they instantly paled and began to shrink as they evaporated. “That’s it, open up,” Cade said, squirming his fingers inside Reece. “Relax more, much more. I’ve got to get in here.” “Yeah, yeah, I am...” Reece panted, shutting his eyes and bearing down as Cade squeezed yet another finger up his arse. “Mmm,” Cade said. “You’re going to hug me so tight. I can hardly wait.” Reece hoped he would wait. He needed this bit of finger-fucking to ease out his sphincter and remind himself how to relax for penetration. Damn. Why had he left it so long? He loved sex. He loved fucking. Next time he’d make sure he wasn’t so neglectful of his needs. “How is your cock feeling?” Cade asked, reaching around Reece’s waist and grabbing his shaft. “Ah, fuck!” Reece said, jolting forward. “Fuck, be careful.” Cade laughed. “You’re ready for take-off.” He gave a few slow pumps, base to head. Reece shut his eyes and clamped his lips together. His orgasm was threatening and was within reach, but he didn’t want to come until he had Cade lodged in his arse. That was what all this build up had been for. Cade released Reece’s dick. “Okay, I’ll show mercy, but only because you’re being so good and letting me fuck you with my fingers.” Reece realized that was exactly what Cade was doing. He was easing in and out of his arse, his fingers like a short, fat cock. Cade wasn’t quite massaging his prostate but it was definitely getting some stimulation. “You’ve got a sweet hole,” Cade said, his voice calm, like he was admiring some picture at an art gallery. “All puckered up to start with and now stretched and thin. So pretty and pink too, I like it, a lot. It’s just right.” “Just right?”
Cade hesitated. “Yeah...just right for me.” He withdrew.
 Reece moaned—the loss of sensation was like a blow to the guts. “Please...” “Just sheathing up,” Cade said. His tone was a little sharper, a little more desperate now. Reece opened his eyes, looked up and stared across the lawn at the pool. All was still and quiet, a direct contrast to the turmoil going on inside him. A bee buzzed by his head, hovered for a moment then aimed itself at a bed of roses. The sun glared down, the pool had stilled, the diving board jutted over it, waiting, erect, for someone to use it. “Ahh...” Reece gasped. Cade had pressed the tip of his cock into his arse. “Fuck, yeah,” Cade said. “Take me, decorator.” “Give it to me...gardener.” Reece balled his hands into fists and pressed them into the cushions. He locked his elbows and knees and braced his spine, ready for Cade’s entry. But Cade didn’t ram in and make him scream. Instead, he glided deep on a gentle, slippery, mind-blowingly erotic ride to full depth.
Reece held his breath. His brain was on over-drive as forgotten nerve-endings were awakened and brought to life. Cade’s thick cock filled him to the max. His arsehole burned with the stretch and his prostate was being pressed by Cade’s thick, unyielding shaft. “Is that good?” Cade asked, curling his hands over Reece’s shoulders and gripping. “Yeah...good,” Reece managed. He wanted to collapse down with the bliss of it but knew that would take away the sensation, so he forced himself to stay in his bent position. Cade pulled out, about halfway then sank back in. He groaned as his balls slapped up against Reece’s. “Ah, yeah, give it to me like that,” Reece said as his cock surged and a drip of pre-cum formed on the end. “Just like that, just like that.” He dipped his spine and arched his neck, pressing his arse back onto the penetration. “Fuck, you’re a natural,” Cade said, releasing Reece’s left shoulder and sinking his hands into his hair. He tugged, so that Reece had no choice but to keep his head up facing the pool and the house. “So fucking good... Tell me... Tell me how it feels.” He pulled out and rammed back in, harder this time. Reece huffed as the air was knocked from his body. “Amazing, fucking amazing. You fill me up.” “And you want more?” “Yes, more. Hard and fast. Just fuck me.” Cade grunted, a throaty, primitive sound then slid his cock so just the very tip was sitting inside Reece’s sphincter. Again Reece braced for impact. He knew what was coming now. They’d gone past the point of no return and were ready to abandon niceties and politeness. Their beasts had come out. They were ready to get filthy. Cade slammed in, dragging Reece onto his cock as he plunged to the hilt. Reece gritted his teeth and took it, bashing himself back as much as he could onto Cade’s hard shaft. His arousal was rocketing. His climax was simmering in his balls and beating a pulse in his arse. Cade hissed, moaned, grunted. Pulled out, slammed in. He set up a wild pace, fucking Reece with gusto and energy. Reece took it all. He was in a different dimension. The only thing he could focus on was the pounding his prostate was getting and how the furiously fantastic sensation was thudding to his cock. “I’m going to come,” he yelled. “Come, coming...now.” He allowed the pleasure in his body to speed upwards and outwards. Ecstasy held him in suspension for a few glorious seconds as he gave in and permitted his seed to burst from his balls, up his shaft and onto the lounger. “Ah, yes, yes...” he hissed. Cade’s grip didn’t ease up nor did his wild fucking. “Take me. Take me,” he shouted, tugging on Reece’s hair. Reece groaned as yet more pulses of cum shot from his cock. He loved having Cade hold him with such control. He’d handed himself over, let another man be in charge of his orgasm and it felt wonderful. “Damn it, I’m coming too...” Cade shouted, thrusting deeper. He stilled, his cock spasmed—the shaft widening and contracting in Reece’s arse as he filled the condom. Reece delighted in listening to every unholy praise to the Lord that spilt from Cade’s lips. Each guttural moan and gasping intake of breath etched into his mind. He couldn’t remember having it so good, so intense—and out here, in the garden, with a new lover. It was perfect. He squeezed his eyes shut, allowed himself to be shoved back and forth onto Cade’s cock as he pulsed through the last of his climax. He knew they looked wild, feral, fucking outdoors, naked and primitive, but he didn’t care. If anything, it added to the magic of it. It was a fantasy come true, a fantasy Reece hadn’t even known he’d had. Eventually Cade slowed then he carefully withdrew his cock from Reece’s arse. Reece held his breath as the thick wedge of flesh penetrating him popped out. He loved that moment. He was sad that the fucking had ended but the rim of a glans just eking that last bit of stretch from him, like a promise of more to come, always had him gasping. “You okay?” Cade asked, reaching for Reece and helping him straighten. “Never fucking better,” Reece said, though he did feel a little light-headed. His back was a bit stiff and his elbows and knees rigid from bracing against the pounding. “That was intense,” Cade said, stroking Reece’s cheek. “Didn’t think I’d be getting my cock up an arse today when I came to work.” He grinned. “Must surely be the best type of work,” Reece said, matching his smile and loving the satisfaction he could see in Cade’s eyes. Cade slipped his hands though Reece’s hair, flattening it back against his head. “I think so. Wouldn’t it be cool if sex was your job?” Reece laughed. “Getting paid to do that. Hell, yeah. Can’t think of anything better.” Cade smiled, slanted his head and kissed him. A gentle, sweet kiss that held none of the mad, frantic energy of moments ago. Reece let himself fall into it and onto Cade. He knew in that instant he wanted more. What had Cade said about blokes? They fancied each other, fucked then got to know each other. If they still liked the other person there could be a happily ever after. Reece wanted to get to know Cade better. Perhaps he could be in his future, his fairy-tale ending. Maybe he should ask him out—or at least for his number. They broke the kiss and a car door slamming echoed toward them. “Fuck,” Cade said, “get dressed.” Panic seared through Reece. He jumped into action, grabbed his boxers that were by the pool and pulled them.
He lunged for the rest of his clothes. His feet tangled in his overalls as he stepped into them. He staggered to the left and nearly fell over the cat who was skulking around. “Fuck,” he muttered. He rammed his arms into the braces of this decorating gear and slipped them to his shoulders. His cock was still semi-hard and his arsehole warm with satisfaction. He also had sweat on his forehead and chest and his mouth was dry. He raced up to the house, bumped into the table and sent the empty cans skittering to the floor. “Shit,” he muttered. He stooped and grabbed the cans. Cade was next to him, pulling on his jeans. His cheeks were flushed and his hair flat and wet. He didn’t have the same panic in his face that Reece was feeling though. He wasn’t dressing slowly, but he lacked urgency. “Jesus, my spunk is all over that cushion,” Reece said, pointing down the garden then looking at the back door. “I’ll sort it, you get to work,” Cade said. “What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll clean it. Say a bird pooped on it or something.” “Thank, mate.” Reece turned and stepped away. Cade grabbed his upper arm. “I’m more than a mate.” Reece looked at him. His heart was beating wildly, his need to get out of the garden acute. But he paused, looked at Cade and said, “Yeah, I think so.”   Chapter Five Reece hurried back toward the bedroom. As he went up the stairs, he expected to bump into Mrs. Henley-Smythe at any moment. He listened out for the click of her heels and the swish of her string of pearls. But he made it back to the magnolia room without seeing anyone, thankfully. Perhaps it had been a neighbor’s car door or a delivery van out front? He picked up his brush. It had gone a little dry on the end and he eased the rigidity from the bristles and continued with his job. What had Cade said? Imagine if sex was your job. Reece smiled. Fuck. Wouldn’t that be a perfect life? Especially if it was sex with Cade. Cade was an amazing fuck—passionate and intense and not afraid to go for it. As Reece dragged the paint down the wall, he clenched his arsehole. It simmered with a little bit of sting and reminded him of the fun he’d had. He still felt hot and sweaty from it, damp too, from the pool and the hot tub. He glanced out of the window. Cade was by the lounger, the one they’d fucked on. He’d pulled a yellow hosepipe into the middle of the garden and was spraying Reece’s cum from the brown cushion. The hard shot of water was misting upwards and fuzzing in the air around Cade. Reece licked his lips and remembered sucking on Cade’s cock. Damn, the guy had come hard and fast, squirting his jizz all over Reece then the lawn. He’d like to suck on Cade again, hear him moan and feel him thrust his hips. He wanted Cade to suck on his cock, take him deep and let that sexy mouth of his wrap around his shaft. Fuck. Now Reece was getting hard again. He really was a mass of testosterone today and it was all down to one man. Unable to drag his attention away, Reece watched Cade realign the wet cushion and turn the hose off. When finished, he wound it up again, the muscles in his back contracting and relaxing as he did so. “Yes, Roger, that will be perfect as a location.” Reece spun to the door.
A deep male voice was talking just outside.
“Go ahead and set it up. I already agreed to it and there’s a lot relying on it. People waiting, actors contracted. We can’t afford to let a set opportunity like that go to waste.” Reece quickly resumed painting and stared at the bristles on his brush as they fanned out. It must be Mr. Henley-Smythe home and talking about his movie business. Shit. How long had he been home? Had the car door slamming been him arriving at the house or had he been in much longer and they hadn’t noticed? Bile rose in Reece’s gullet as he continued to listen to what seemed to be a telephone conversation. It was one-sided. “I know, but he agreed to this. It’s a new venture, a new opportunity.” Pause. “I don’t care what his agent says. This is the plan and this is my company. There’s lots going on right now. It’s an exciting time and business is booming.” Reece continued to paint the wall. An exciting time? He wondered what blockbuster Mr. Henley-Smythe was involved in, perhaps a new A-lister film? Was the star playing up, not co-operating? Reece was sure actors and actresses were cantankerous and demanding. He didn’t think he’d enjoy working with people like that. He preferred an easy life. The conversation came to an end and Reece heard Mr. Henley-Smythe walk away, his footsteps faded then a door slammed. He breathed a sigh of relief. Surely if Mr. Henley-Smythe had seen him and Cade fucking each other stupid in his garden, he’d have had something very colorful to say about it. He didn’t seem the sort to just allow his employees to fuck on his time. He’d have come looking for them, shouting, swearing and docking their wages, surely? Reece glanced outside. Cade had gone.
He reloaded his brush and carried on painting.
He soon became lost in his thoughts. Sweet memories of being taken from behind, allowing Cade’s dick to sink deep and bring him to orgasm. Reece stayed semi-erect as he worked, but he didn’t mind—it was a nice change to feel aroused and excited. Moving away from the window, he then painted around a wall-fitted cupboard. His hand wasn’t quite as steady as it usually was. He cursed when a blob smeared on the wood and he had to wipe it off. “Reece.” Reece turned—Cade’s voice in the quiet room had made him startle. “Shit,” he said. “My nerves are fucked.” Cade stepped in, his big, dark body looking out of place in the cream room with the white decorator sheets spread over everything. “It’s not just your nerves that are fucked,” Cade said with a grin. “Your mouth and arse are too.” “He’s here, you know? The husband. Mr. Henley-Smythe.” “Yeah, I saw his Merc out front.” Cade shrugged. “That’s okay, though.” “How do you know?” “It’s all cool. He only thinks about work.” “Yeah, I heard him, on the phone.” “Talking of phones. Pass me yours.” “Why?” “Just do it.” A bubble of hope popped inside Reece. Did Cade want to swap numbers so they could get together again? Plan more wild fucking sessions then get to know each other? He sure as hell hoped so. “Here,” Reece said, reaching his phone from a small backpack that he kept his lunch and keys in. “Chuck it.”
Reece threw the iPhone through the air. Cade caught it and tapped away for a moment. “What you doing?” Reece asked. “Putting my number in your phone.”
Reece smiled. “Why?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Because I have something to show you.” “Oh, what’s that then?” “You’ll see later.” Cade gave an annoyingly smug grin as a tinny tune tinkled around the room. “Excellent, you’ve just called me, which means now I have your number, too.” “Good, so we’re even.” “You reckon?” Damn, he was being maddening. But far from repelling Reece, Cade’s teasing, flirty behavior only made him want more. The glint in his eyes, the slant of his smile and his big, strong body that was made for fucking, was a pull, drawing him in. “So what’s happening later?” Reece asked. Surely if Cade had said he had something to show him, they’d have to meet up. Go someplace. Would there be more fucking tonight? Reece hoped so. His arse would be a bit tender but he’d cope just fine. “Later. I’ll text you, okay,” Cade said, tossing the phone back to Reece. Reece caught it and dropped it into his pocket. “Yeah, whatever.” He went for nonchalant. “I hope you like it,” Cade said. “What I’ve got to show you.” Before Reece could answer, Cade headed for the door and slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the scent of chlorine and fresh sweat circulating with the aroma of paint. Reece sighed and carried on working. He was at it for another three hours, toiling away, caught up in his thoughts. He’d have to come back one more day and finish the job, but that was okay, because he’d told Mrs. Henley-Smythe that it would be a five-day fee. The room was big and with the en suite as well, it was a large job. As the heat of the day dispersed and Reece’s stomach began to complain about its empty state, he packed up his paint and headed for his van. Cade had gone, leaving just dinks in the gravel where his much larger van had been parked earlier. Reece wondered where he lived. Was he local or did he travel a long way to do the Henley-Smythe’s garden? Had he grown up in the area? Did he live with someone, his parents...a lover? That thought made Reece nauseous. He’d confessed to not having anyone special in his life but Cade hadn’t. For all he knew, Cade could be in a committed relationship and had just cheated spectacularly. Reece didn’t mind the fucking or being part of an infidelity—it was hardly his fault if he didn’t know. But what he did object to was Cade being off the market. He knew he shouldn’t feel like that. It was only one shag, for God’s sake. But fuck, what a shag! He headed for home, a flat on the east side of town. As he navigated the rush-hour traffic, he heard his phone beep. A message. He scanned for police then pulled the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. Cade the Gardener He smiled. As if he knew anyone else called Cade? But it did bring back a nice image of him cutting the lawn, stopping and peeling of his T-shirt and bending over to tend the mower. The traffic lights changed and the flow of vehicles continued. Reece dropped the phone onto the passenger seat. He’d wait until he’d pulled up outside home then look. In the meantime he’d enjoy the anticipation—knowing that Cade had contacted him but not knowing the reason, was a fun way of tormenting himself. Once home he killed the engine and sat, windows down, and flicked his phone to life. He went straight to messages and opened the one from Cade. Hi sexy, it was fun ‘working’ with you today and getting up close and personal with your hot fucking arse was a particular highlight! Reece smiled, oh yeah, up close and personal described it very well indeed, and highlight? Damn it was that all right. So, Reece the decorator, I thought you might like this little memento of the occasion. Don’t worry, for our eyes only. Enjoy! Reece frowned then noticed there was a picture beneath the message. No, not a picture. A video attachment. He scrolled his finger over it and the video went to full screen. He tipped his phone sideways. “What the...?” he gasped. His heart rate shot up, a pulse in his temple throbbed.
“What the hell?” The video showed a naked Cade walking across the Henley-Smythe’s lawn, his dick was erect and proud and he had a cocky, unstoppable look on his face. Behind him Reece could see the image of himself, watching Cade go. “Oh Jesus.” He wiped his hand over his forehead—it was damp with sweat. The tiny Reece on the screen was taking his clothes off now, racing after Cade, who’d dove into the pool. The angle was such that the camera must have been near the diving board. Reece watched as he shucked off his boxers and went into the water with his erection poking out from his pale pubic hair. The screen flicked. Now it was a close up of them kissing passionately. Cade holding Reece’s head and devouring his mouth. Reece groaned. He just knew this was going to keep on rolling until he was bent over and taking it up the arse. And no wonder he’d felt a few times that Cade had turned or positioned him. Moved his hands. The bastard had known there was a camera there. Yes, that’s what he was, a complete and utter bastard. What kind of wanker videoed someone while they were having sex without telling them? Again the screen flicked. This was a hot tub shot. “Fuck. A camera in the gazebo too.” Reece heard his screen-self moan as he watched Cade’s shoulder shifting as he jerked him off beneath the water.
His cock tingled. Damn, that had been good though. Quickly he wound up the van windows and checked no one was watching him sitting in his van watching porn—very personal porn. Jesus, no wonder Cade had gone on about porn. He was clearly a fan and loved being the star of his own show. Reece shifted on the seat. He could see the ecstasy and the concentration on his face as Cade took him to the edge. Although he was pissed off at the video, he was also fascinated. Another split-second flash and Reece saw what he knew was the crest of the short film. Him bent over, the camera only ten feet from his face, with Reece behind him—pounding, fucking, wild and wanton. “What a bastard,” Reece muttered, as his skin tingled with excitement. It was hot to see—dirty, graphic and shocking but so damn hot. He was at full hardness now sitting in his van. The memory of the act was rushing back to him and flooding his cock with desire. His phone beeped as another message from Cade arrived. You’re a natural, Reece. If you fancy being a very rich man, I’ve got a proposition for you. * * * *  You have just feasted on PART ONE of CAUGHT ON CAMERA, there’s four more juicy parts of this serial. You can find them on Amazon in CAUGHT ON CAMERA by LILY HARLEM. Enjoy! Caught on Camera: text copyright © Lily Harlem 2019 All Rights Reserved