Hunk Hunter (part 2) - The Test

I've never been good about choices. I once spent so long in a Baskin-Robbins picking from the 31 flavors that Ronnie almost divorced me on the spot. But what finally helped me make up my mind was being able to taste test everything with a little spoon.

That's it! That's what I have to do with my hunks!

Still in my polka-dot bikini, I place a call to three houses and arrange for a little contest of skill in my backyard. Herbert Cantwell's mom is unsure about her son's physical condition. I think she might suspect what I'm up to with her son. Isaac Jefferson's mom is unsure she can pry her son away from the video games long enough to pay me a visit. And Gerry Fenster, well, his mom is a lush. I'm not sure she even gets my message inviting her son to my yard. 

I set up my mower and put on a fluffy sheer robe over my bikini. There's lemonade on the patio table and an inflatable float in the pool. My hunks show up almost all at once. Herbert is first, followed by Isaac and Gerry at the same time. All three take in the sight of me in my revealing robe and overflowing bikini with surprise. Herbert goes for his inhaler. Isaac grins. Gerry lets out a cave man grunt from under his overhanging bangs. The guy desperately needs a haircut. 

"I'm looking for an eighteen-year-old interested in earning a little experience for the summer," I say. "Before college or, well, whatever you have planned, Gerry."

"Work," he grunts.

"Right, so it will be good experience on your resume." I lock eyes with Herbert first. "I will pay each of you for helping today, but I will only hire one of you for the summer. Herbert, your mother said your constitution might be a problem, so I would like you to weed my azaleas. Isaac?"

"Yes, ma'am?" 

"Do you think you can drag the hose around to the side of the house and water my rose bushes?"

"You got it," he says, hopping into action.

I swing my attention to Gerry, my breasts swaying. I can't tell if he's staring at them or not under his overhang of hair. "Gerry, can you mow the lawn?"

"Yup," he replies, but doesn't move immediately.

"Now, preferably," I say. "Then lemonade and I'll decide which of you I want to hire."

"Yup," he says, stomping past me towards the mower. 

With all three boys working, I make my way around the house to inspect their work. Gerry is a machine. He has strong arms and seems tireless, pushing the mower around the yard and pouring sweat. I can smell him from ten feet away, but I don't mind the smell of a hardworking young man. I imagine him all sweaty on top of me. Would he pound me senseless like I really need or would I need to goad him into doing everything? 

Herbert is sitting in the grass slowly plucking weeds from the flowerbed. Every so often he wheezes and takes out his inhaler to puff on it. He catches me watching him and he looks up, shading his eyes against the sun.

"Am I doing it wrong?" he asks nervously, his cheeks red.

"Carry on, Herbert," I say, giving him a wink. "You're doing fine."

I picture him between my shapely thighs, touching my with his fingers, licking me uncertainly. Asking me if he's doing it wrong. Do I want a young man to show the ropes? To teach him and nurse him to health and sexual prowess? He is cute.

Lastly, I pay a visit to Isaac. He's wearing headphones and one of those newfangled tape players stuffed in his shorts pocket as he sprays down my rose bushes. He doesn't see me watching him, but I like his height and the idea of being with a young black man. 

Oh my god, it would drive Ronnie crazy if he knew. I mean, any of these three would, but especially Isaac. Watching him swing that hose around, I wonder what sort of hose he has in his shorts. It looks thick and very, very long. I bite my lower lip, picturing him swinging his spraying hose all over me, pumping a big teenage wad onto my tits and my face. 

Mmmmmm. These three might be better than I initially thought. It's not going to be an easy decision. I return to the back patio and begin pouring the lemonade as they finish up. The winner will need a more thorough interview in the house. I'll send the other two home to enjoy their summer.

Which of them will be my teenage hunk for the summer?