The Lodger
I'd known Peter for a couple of years or so, I guess, before he came to live in my house.
He first appeared, as a shy young lad of seventeen, on the back row of the planning meeting for the voluntary community action group I was involved with in Reading. His grandparents had brought him along with them - his mum and dad had just split up and they thought he needed something to take his mind off it all. And soon he became a regular member of the group, quiet, hard-working and keen to help out however he could. As he settled in, he soon emerged as something of a joker; there were quite a few lads just a bit older than him in the group, who would often get together for a drink after our meetings, or a game of football at the weekend, and Peter was always in the thick of the fun. Everyone liked him. Me included. You couldn't help it. Not only did he have a likeable personality, he was also pretty good-looking. Not in an obvious in-your-face sense, but in a quiet, understated kind of a way. He was only small (about 5'3") and slightly built, but quite muscular with it. His day job was as an apprentice joiner, and he was pretty strong. His short mousy-coloured hair sported some subtle blond highlights, and his boyish face broke easily into a slightly lop-sided, bashful grin.
In the summer after he first started getting involved, we had a fund-raising barbeque at his grandparents place. It was a blisteringly hot day, and pretty soon all the younger end were donning swim costumes and cooling off in the outdoor pool. Which was when I first really noticed Peter. I was sitting at a table by the pool sipping a cool beer and chatting to some local bigwig, when Peter came running round the corner, pursued by one of the girls from our group with a bucket of water, laughing and joking as ever, and wearing the tightest pair of bright red swim shorts you ever did see. For all his small stature, Peter was really starting to fill out into quite the young stud! Working outdoors much of the time, his skin was developing a healthy bronzed glow, which heightened the muscles of his chest and tight abdomen. His legs were strong and muscled too, and his backside cutely rounded in those tight shorts - the curves accentuated when the water hit its target! When he turned around, laughing at the top of his voice, a thin line of hair led the eye from his navel down towards another nicely rounded . . . . .
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