"yes." i said. a man stood on my stoop, a boy actually. he was tall and thin, muscular, with the brownest eyes i had ever seen. his hair was long, dark and shiney, he wasn't wearing a shirt, dark jeans and moccasins, no socks. a patch of dark hair rose from who knows where to his belly button. his nails were nicely manecured, i wasn't usually this observant, but the boy was striking, beautiful. his motions were poetic, he made me melt.

"miss mccord, i'm harlen mcdowell." he stared directly into my eyes, then down my body, analyzing, taking me in. he stopped at my bare feet. he licked his lips. "sorry if i caught you at a bad time." he said in a voice so low and gentle.

"oh it's alright, i'm new here and wasn't expecting anyone, you startled me." he smiled a crooked smile.

"sorry about that ma'me." his eyes met mine again. he was magnetic, my eyes ventured down his hairless chest to his flat stomach, then, below his belt, which i imagined (or dreamed) was bulging. my face felt flushed, i was unable to speak, what a magnetic attraction. harlen cleared his throat and said. "your uncle and your father told me to ask you if you wanted me to tend your yard for the rest of the season."

"my uncle?"

"mr. caldwell."

i smiled. "oh, mikey's not my uncle, just my friend, you've met him and dad? i mean you know them?"

"yes, i helped them build the boat dock." he pointed west.

"ah, yes, and you all did a very find job." i said.

"it's very sturdy, lumber was expensive, but will last for years." he smiled. i found myself staring at him again. he was staring at my chest, i looked down; my nipples were as hard as rocks, the front of my top was wet, i looked below his belt again, the bulge was much larger (i thought) and i was glad that maybe i wasn't too old for him.

"well, how about it miss mccord?" i felt like saying yes and taking my shorts off.

"oh, the yard, well sure harlen, i think there's a mower in one of the buildings, would you know the key if you saw it?"

"probably." he answered, and we entered the kitchen together. harlen removed his moccasins at the door. pretty feet. there was a chicken with five sets of keys on it. i believed it to be hand carved, mammoth cave national park was written on it. harlen's butt was tight and cute, i backed up a bit while he was looking for the keys. "i believe this is the key key to the boat, and this to the lawn mower shed." his back was smooth, as smooth as silk. i wished that he had worn shorts.

"hey take both sets, i really know how to operate the boat, ok?"

"sure." he said. and put both sets in the pocket of his jeans.

"i'll be right back harlen, i have to put something on." he smiled. i easily stripped off to nothing. i stared at myself in the full lengthmirror on the back of my closet door. hmmmm, destined to be a b and a half cup from now on, i thought, but, they do stick straight out; my hips were too narrow and my waist to long, i liked my belly button, it was an inny (as opposed to an outy). god, if harlen would have walked in through my bedroom door at this minute, i believe i would simply die. maybe i should have my belly button pierced, no that would hurt, and besides, it was one of my most endearing facets, that and my legs. according to carlee anyway. i put my hand between my legs and rubbed for a minute, kneaded, i was so wet and slick. i knew that i could finish in thirty seconds, and maybe i should, if it would calm me down.

i put on a pair of cutoff jeans and a short sleeved blue work shirt (actually it wasn't a work shirt at all, it was blue and it was short sleeved, but it was the most expensive piece of clothing i owned), and returned to the kitchen barefoot. harlen was chording my guitar.

"nice instrument," he said.

"thanks, the fret board is slender, makes it easier for me to play."

"your fingers are so straight and long, i wouldn't think you would have trouble chording a classical." he reached his hand out for mine. stroking my fingers he said. "yes, and soft too." harlen had quite a way about him. he made my nipples hard. our eyes met again and after a moment he looked away, as if he'd been engaged too long. i was afraid i was going to blush.

"let's go harlen, and see if the keys work." i really needed to leave the house, i really did. the key to the lawn mower house was right. a rather powerful looking riding mower was inside.

"did general mccord give you a key ca, ca, carlee?" he was trying my name on clumsily.

"no, he didn't harlen, but it looks like there's one in the ignition." there was. we headed on down to the boat dock. the pink and white inboard looked great against the calm green river. he got in first, then held his hand out for me. i shivered as he helped me aboard, placing his right hand around my waist. when we were seated, harlen explained the dials and gauges to me.

"it's quite simple really. and you must have a life jacket for everyone, a flash light and a whistle."

"why a whistle?" i asked.

"in case you accidentally go over rochester dam, i suppose." we smiled at each other.

"oh, i see."

harlen turned the key, and the mighty motor grumbled and groaned, then started. i loved the aroma of a gasoline engine mixed with the smell of river water. we were approximately eight miles from rochester dam. the river is about seventy yards wide, and varies very little. there are lots of wild turkeys on the shore, just walking around. "they'll be gone before thanksgiving carlee, they can smell it coming." he pointed toward the paradise steam plant.

"yes." i said. the three red and white silos gives one the impression of a nuclear plant. the huge turrets inside generate the electricity for most of the residents in the area, including me. harlen speeded the boat up to the point that it felt almost scary, then suddenly slowed, and turned the engine off.

"do you know where we are carlee?"

"no, i don't."

"adrie hill." he explained. "back behind those trees is the old deserted prison that john prine sings about. can you smell the snakes?" we laugh. "too many leaves yet to see it, but i'll take you there later on in the season, if you like."

"i would love for you to take me there harlen."

"a werewolf lives there you know."

"no, i didn't know."

"yes, they call him grendell, they have strange beliefs here on the river. may i take these off carlee?" he pointed to his jeans. my god in heaven yes, harlen.

"sure."

"do you have a bathing suit on?"

"sorry, no, i don't"

"your wet tee shirt? i liked that." he smiled. i watched every move as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. his waist was so narrow, his stomach so flat. as he leaned forward and slipped out of his jeans, i saw where that cute little line of hair emanated from. he had on dark brown trunks, and he had a lot of hair on his legs. i felt myself blush. i had never seen anyone so sexy in my entire life. he dove off the boat into the water. he went under and didn't surface for almost thirty seconds.

"i was beginning to worry harlen." i had to touch him, i just had to.

"are you much of a swimmer carlee?" he asked.

"i enjoy it, i do fairly well."

"the water's perfect, i wish you were with me." his smile was so enchanting.

"swim over here harlen." i teased. he went under water again and came up on my side of the boat. he leaned his elbows on my side of the boat, smiling at me, looking holes through me. i stepped over to him and smiled. i kissed him and he responded to it. then i ran my hand down the back of his trunks until my hand was around to the front. i pulled the foreskin back and there was ample. it hardened in my hand. i quickly pulled my arm back. he was embarrased slightly.

"what was that all about?" he asked.

"oh, i was just checking on something harlen." he climbed into the boat. now there was a bulge, no doubt.

"so, now you know that i'm not a girl, i've not been circumsized and i do get hard when a beautiful girl fondles me. do you want to know my i.q.?"

"no, i don't."

"weight and height?"

"no."

"do you still have your wet tee shirt on?"

"sorry, no i don't."

"will you let me see for myself?" i was rarely ever this brazen, in fact i have never. there was just something about harlen.

"check if you like." he put his arm around me and kissed me; he very slowly began to unbutton my top, when the final button was unbuttoned he put his hand above my belly button and advanced upward until he found the left cup of my bra and he gently kneaded. i broke from our kiss. "see, girls have things that get hard too." he kissed me again, very passionately. he went under that cup and his hand was so soft, i couldn't get enough.

"does that come off?" he asked, as he pulled my hand to his crotch. he was stone hard, five to seven inches i imagined.

"not in public," i answered. i felt like i had a high fever, one hundred and two maybe. i had to see harlen without his trunks.

"we could walk to the prison carlee." i nodded my head. we traded seats and he started the engine. turning around a little, he headed a bit downstream, then steered toward the bank and killed the engine. we coasted to the back, harlen jumped out and pulled the boat ashore then tied up to a large log. i looked in back of the boat for something soft, came up with a large beach towel. "great." he said, and helped me out of the boat. barefoot, we walked into the woods.