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An antique clock sat on the mantle of a brick fireplace. It looked out of place among the modern look of the home; the hardwood floor and leather L-shaped sofa added to the contrast. The blinds of the home were down and covered the three windows that were around the room. A puma, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers had his legs crossed and thumbed through his phone.

A small stand sat by his recliner and had a steaming cup of coffee. It was as black as the beans that it had come from, a dark roast imported from Columbia or so the eight dollar bag said on the front. The coffee cup had an inscription written on the front along with a picture of a ram holding a baseball bat midswing, "Son's Favorite Slugger." The mug itself was ceramic, handmade by his son, and given to him the last time his son had visited from college. Reaching towards the small stand, the large mountain cat grabbed the handle and brought it to his lips to take a sip. A pleased smile crossed his lips and a sense of pride. Maybe he could get back out to the field again. It had been a while since he joined the co-ed baseball team since he pulled a muscle in his throwing arm but the muscle was returning. His forties haven't done him in yet.

It was another bright, summer day and birds were chirping outside yet he was lounging indoors. It was no wonder why his neighbors thought his house was vacant. Although the inside was well-maintained, the outside needed some serious tender, loving care. Luckily, one of the neighbors ended up giving him a card for a landscaper. The card sat on the end table as well with a small, adorable cartoon ram with a bright grassy green background. The cartoon ram wore overalls with one of the buttons undone and a hoe over his shoulder. He was adjusting the bill of his cap and his mouth was open in happy elation.

Below, in white font it said, "Mow and Hoe" followed by a phone number which the mountain lion had dialed earlier. It was only a matter of time before he received a knock on the door. He hoped that whoever would be sent to his door would be ready to work because he wanted to swim and lounge by the poolside. There was nothing like a cool dip on a hot day.

As if on cue, there was a rapping at the door and the homeowner's ears swiveled in the direction. Peeking into his cup, he noticed there was hardly any coffee left. He could finish it in time if we went fast enough. He sucked in a breath, the lip of the coffee cup up to his muzzle and he tipped the cup back. Inhaling too quickly, rogue droplets made their back far too fast and the puma started to cough. The violent nature of the fit was heard through the door and in his flustered state, he did not realize that one of the strings to his bathrobe was starting to shimmy its way out of the loop.

"Mr. Dowel, it's Josh! Are you okay?" A voice said out from outside. The timbre was clear and rich.

"C-coming!" Mr. Dowel said in between another spasm of coughs. He cleared his throat and the little droplets that were lodged in obnoxious places began to wiggle their way out. His voice had an unpredictable rattle to it. He gave his throat one last "ahem" before reaching towards the bronze knob of the door and giving it a twist. He opened it to see a bighorn ram standing at the doorway with a concerned but still polite smile.

The fur of his arms, neck, and upper chest were the color of grain. The fur moved around to the ram's back which gave it the same auburn color. A nice, creamy white cut up along the bottom of his muzzle and up towards his face. The ram was dressed in overalls about a size too small for his thick physique. It looked as if the small snaps holding the shoulder loops on could snap any moment and fly across the environment. Two bright, enthusiastic blue eyes glittered as they scanned over Mr. Dowel's form with concern.

"I was afraid you might have been choking, Mr. Dowel," Josh said. The puma shook his head and gave a reassuring smile.

"Oh no, no...just coffee down the wrong pipe," Mr. Dowel chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "Also, please just call me Richard." There was an unintended growl to Richard's voice and the puma forced a cough.

Josh seemed pleased with the answer and his body relaxed. This time, the smile brightened and Richard thought he saw his son somewhere in the young man right at that moment.

'Such a youthful spirit. Looks to be about mid twenties, too,' Richard thought to himself. He would be a perfect candidate to go through the ivy on the fence and his arms looked like they lifted plenty of landscaping blocks.

"I'm glad that I won't have to perform CPR because of coffee. My lifeguarding days are long past, Mr. Dowel...errr, sir," Josh corrected and added an emphasis to the honorific at the end. Josh gave an adorably awkward shuffle before he continued.

"Anyway, you mentioned that there is some ivy trimmed along with some landscaping done? Just so I know what I need out of the van."

Josh hiked his thumb over his shoulder and it pointed to a simple white van with the same cute ram emblem and "Mow and Hoe" underneath.

"Yes, yes. That would be perfect, but I would like some unruly brambles to be taken care of. I know you mentioned that the landscaping is going to take a while, but it's my fault that I let things get out of hand," Richard replied with a handwave and gave another small cough.

"It's not a problem, sir!" Josh exclaimed. "I got it all under control. Just point me in the right direction."

"Oh, if that's the case then I was about to go take a dip in the pool. Why don't you take the time to gather your tools and we can meet in the backyard?" Richard offered. His voice was clear and concise but his luck was starting to turn. He began to fiddle with his bathrobe, particularly the strings, as pressure slowly started to build in his chest.

A tickling started to work it's way up along his throat and the puma's pride started to fight with his own physiology. Although the air threatened to come up he kept it stifled so he would not cough right into his new landscaper's face.

"I'll get right on that, sir," Josh chirped. "It will be nice to have a regular customer for once. Honestly, I've seen worse houses."

Right before Josh turned around to get to the van, Richard's hand jerked slightly on the tassel and he said, "Oh, and Josh, if you need anything at all...please make sure you let me know."

The cough worked its way up into his voice but instead of coming out as a quick burst of air, it instead made his voice sound husky and low. Right at the same time, the bathrobe that hung off his shoulders slumped down before a hand of fate brushed it off and it fell to the floor. Josh's eyes did not follow the bathrobe but instead lingered on what it revealed. A brown fur immediately stood out to him along with the trademark puma muzzle. The same cream colored fur that covered his own features dipped down Richard's chest and towards his abs. There was a ghost of washboard abs which were smothered in a belly that looked all too nice to lay one's head down on. The fur continued into the puma's hips before disappearing inside of the very tight swimwear around Richard's waist.

It was a brightly colored speedo. The orange stood out like it was begging to be looked at and a black racing stripe zipped across the top and bottom. Like Josh's overalls, it looked to also be a size too small which only worked to highlight the developed muscle of the panther's thighs and brought out his legs. The white fur cut along the inside of Richard's thighs and back towards his backside which was squeezed due to tightness. The back of the speedo allowed the ends of the panther's cheeks to stick out from the sides just a bit and if Josh was not focused on the packed in front side, he might have snuck a curious peek of the back.

Richard knew what had occurred and his tail flicked nervously behind him. He still kept a relaxed smile but he was counting down the seconds until he could retreat back inside and give him a moment to collect himself.

"Whoops, sorry about that, son," Richard played off with a chuckle, ironically clearing his coughing fully in the process, and he leaned over to grab his bathrobe. Josh stared for a moment too long before he blinked and thought about how he would justify gawking at his customer for so long. He decided that the best course of action would be to play off the awkward moment as well.

He cleared his throat, his face red and he managed to stammer out, "N-not a problem...sir. I'm going to go grab my tool!" He gasped and covered his mouth, his ears folding downward. "I mean, I'm going to grab my tools!"

As Josh stormed off to his van, Richard closed the door trying not to imagine the ram's tool and made his way through the living room. He tossed the bathrobe onto the recliner he was sitting in just before the awkward encounter with Josh before he continued into the dining room. It was modern like the rest of the house and he grabbed a cup out of a rectangular cabinet near the refrigerator and brought the cup towards the dispenser for the fridge. He brought a claw up to the digital display and tapped it on the ice function. When the cup was filled with the appropriate amount of ice, then filled the glass up to the brim with water.

Bringing the lip of the glass up to his muzzle, he took a long gulp and made sure to completely kill whatever nefarious tickles were left in his throat. He cleared his throat and made his way to the back door that led to the covered pool. Sliding open the door with his free hand, Richard's mind was still racing. Clearly, the young man had been checking him out and it mistakenly sounded like he was flirting with the poor gardener. Out of everything Richard wanted, being a common porn cliche where the young worker is wooed by a strapping gentlemen is not what he had in mind. After all, what would a young stud want to do with a fairly older man? Maybe it was the heat or perhaps just first time nerves.

No matter, Richard knew of a way to clear his mind. He walked outside, the heat already wrapping around him like a thick blanket. The pergola that covered the patio covered a table that had four chairs set up around it. The pergola itself was in a lattice pattern and allowed some sunlight to come through and a small fan was connected to the roof.

Two sofas were set off outside of the pergola and surrounded a fire pit. Throw pillows sat on the sofa as if begging to be moved and the material of the couch was well-maintained. Behind the pergola was the pool which was surrounded by a black metal fence that separated the backyard from his neighbors. Although the concrete of the pool was clean and the water itself was a crisp blue, the fence itself had an overgrowth. Vines tore through the fences and Richard knew that just underneath the vines was something far more sinister; brambles with sharp thorns ready to poke and prod at a moment's notice.

Well, Josh seemed like he could handle it. At least he was enthusiastic. He would have to make sure to give him a large tip. Richard walked over to an inconspicuous landscape rock and lifted it to show a small key. He grabbed it and brought the key up to the keyhole on the gate and unlocked it before pushing it open and stepping inside. The concrete was hot on his foot pads, but it wasn't unbearable and it was nothing a little water could not fix.

He looked over to the fence, the ivy overgrowing and snaking its way towards the concrete. If he had waited any longer to have someone take care of the growing foliage, the ivy would ruin his decorative fence. The puma even had to move his lounge chairs out of the way of the ivy and move them around the saltwater pool. If they got on the white fabric, there would be no stopping the vines. Richard silently thanked his neighbor who gave him the card and placed his foot paws into the water. The water was a decent temperature due to the heat outside and was not unpleasant on his fur.

Coming from around the back, Josh walked in through the unlocked gate. He had a pair of shears in one of his hands along with a smaller pair of clippers stuffed into the front of his overall pockets. Walking by Richard, the ram had his air of professionalism back again and seemed comfortable with where he was. It was a better reaction than being embarrassed and clamming up.

Richard found his eyes wandering and they jumped straight to the gardener. The manual labor did Josh wonders; his back and shoulders had a broad and full look to them. He stood tall and proud which made his back pop up and out. The overalls around the rump left little to the imagination and each curve and valley was a treat for Richard's gaze. Josh's overalls had a little hole for his diamond tail which Richard realized flicked when Josh got excited. It was an endearing quality and one that reminded him of his own tail.

"How long has this been growing?" Josh asked, beckoning over to the ivy with his shears, which brought Richard out of his stupor.

"About a year now," Richard replied as he slowly began to lower himself into the pool. He started himself at the three foot end so his chest still stuck up above the water.

Josh whistled and shook his head. He placed the shears in his right armpit and flexed to keep it there. He put on his gloves. "Thank God you called then. This would be horrible to deal with if you waited just a few more weeks. I've seen ivy tear up concrete, too."

Richard gave a grunt in response. "Outside work isn't really a specialty of mine. I feel like a housecat sometimes."

Brandishing his shears, Josh walked towards the mass of ivy and kneeled. Trimming the greenery, the ram was glad he wore gloves. Small, little thorns stuck up closer to the ground. They would require more planning.

"Well, I'm glad I was called here, sir. I've done many houses like yours and this won't be bad...just needs a bit of elbow grease," Josh assured. "The wife must have been twisting your arm about it, huh?"

Wiggling a bit, Richard blushed. "I actually live alone..."

"O-oh, uhhh...."

There was a pause between them. "I'll make sure this looks like a sweet bachelor pad, then!"

Richard chuckled. The ram sure knew how to make things not seem as awkward. "Sure, Josh. Just make sure to mind the thorns. I'm going to swim. Again, if you need anything..."

Josh chortled and there was a trill to his voice. "Mmm hmm."

Richard did as he said and swam as Josh began to trim. It was about off and on for Richard, his body needing short rests. Although Josh was concentrating, he would take an occasional break as well. The heat of the day was at full blast as the time got closer to noon and Josh was still hard at work. Richard was convinced that Josh's overalls would slide off his body with how much he was sweating but it seemed the ram did not mind.

Pulling himself out of the pool, Richard's body was wet and dripping. Beads of water rolled off of him and down onto the concrete below and Josh would give a glance over whenever he had a moment. His eyes would linger over the older gentleman's chest and abs and the way his speedo rode up into Richard's rump. It was like a little dance that he was doing; when Richard would talk or look back towards him, Josh would make sure he was hard at work and not staring.

The fence was already looking tidier and most of the ivy was already trimmed back. The longest part of the whole project would be the thorns and Josh was saving those for the next day.

Walking over to one of the lounge chairs, Richard purred as the warm sun beamed down onto his wet fur. His favorite part of swimming was not the way his muscles felt full and brimming with energy but how well the rest felt afterwards. There was nothing wrong with being lazy if he worked his body before. Placing his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes and his mind started to wonder. The sun felt so warm on his body and the rhythmic moving and cutting that Josh was doing began to blend together.

Richard basked in the sun for what felt like five minutes. The warmth was so nice on his wet fur that it was like he was enveloped by it. He did not even realize that he fell asleep until he jumped awake and Josh was standing over him. The ram's eyes were looking at his chest and they darted away as Richard stirred. Reflexively, Richard moved his hands up to his chest and covered his pecs. He breathed a sigh of relief that he was not pitching a tent.

"You were fast asleep there for about thirty minutes, sir. I am almost done for today and there's a storm moving in."

Giving a small groan as he brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them, Richard looked around at the sky. On one end of the sky, there was a bright and sunny afternoon sky and on the other there were dark, black clouds coming towards them. Looking back towards the fence, Richard noted that the fence was trimmed back and there were several trash bags full of cuttings.

"Thanks for waking me up, Josh. How about we go inside and I can make you lemonade for your drive and get you your check..." Richard groggily replied.

Josh smiled and nodded. "That sounds lovely. I'm going to move these cuttings into my van and then I'll come in."

"Let me help. We can work faster together," Richard requested and got up off of his lounge chair and made his way towards the bags of ivy.

"Oh, don't touch the bags, sir! It's not you but it's my polic-"

It was too late and the puma had already grabbed two out of the four bags and was shuffling them towards the front of the house.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. There could be poison ivy..." Josh frowned but there was a ghost of a smile on his face.

"I'll be okay. You can grab the other two."

Thunder boomed in the distance as the two worked. Eventually, the bags were taken care of and inside the van and the two were walking back into the safety of the indoors. Richard was thrilled that his fence was now trimmed back and Josh could now focus on the more intensive project and start putting up more proper landscaping.

When Richard got inside, he led Josh towards his kitchen. The ram was starstruck by the modern appliances and he walked to the table to sit patiently and watched the cougar make lemonade in his skimpy speedo. It was like he was being waited on at a gay bar, Richard making small talk as he added the appropriate amount of powder to a small pitcher and stirring it. The way the cougar's cute hips worked as he stirred the pitcher was distracting him more than the growing wind outside and the lightning that flashed occasionally. It was hard to remember the subjects of conversations they talked about but few subjects stood out.

Richard was a data analyst and Josh sprinkled some things here or there about his studies. The ram wanted to be a horticulturist and work with plants while Richard had just gotten a promotion at his job. They avoided the topic of divorce but Richard was more than happy to talk about his son and how he was going through art school to do work with ceramics. Overall, it was a chipper conversation and the two weren't forcing any topics. It flowed as easy as water down a hill, the two seemed to click even though there was an age difference.

Josh clicked his overalls, pulling his arms out of the straps and letting his chest breath. The fur was matted with sweat and his thick muscles expanded with each pant of air he took. Richard took small glances over and when Josh lifted his arms up to place them behind his head, the smell of sweat with just a pinch of whatever body wash Josh used reached his nose. Richard's speedo tented, the material snug between his legs and he tried to change the subject.

"You like your lemonade with a bit of sugar?"

"Yeah. Add just a bit, please," Josh replied as he made himself comfortable. The denim of the overalls dipped just a bit lower and showed off Josh's adonis belt. Whatever workout plan Josh was on, Richard was curious if there was an extra spot for him to get involved.

Bringing the glasses over to the table, Richard placed one full glass down for Josh and placed another down for himself. Before he could sit; however, Josh's eyes looked right between Richard's legs and then jumped straight back up to the puma's face. Richard knew that Josh saw his bulge and the glimmer in the ram's eyes told him that he was playing dumb.

Rain was starting to pelt the glass, the wind picking up with such a ferociousness that the fan underneath the pergola started to shake. Richard's forgotten water cup was picked up and thrown into the swimming pool and lightning cut through the sky. Sticks from the various maple trees that were in the neighbor's yard were picked up and scattered around the ground.

Josh grabbed the lemonade in his large pit and started to guzzle it down as if this was going to be his last drink on Earth. He drank with such a voraciousness that some of the drink did not even make it into his muzzle but dribbled out the side and rolled down his chest. Richard watched with an awestruck expression as the rogue drops trailed down over his pecs and rolled down the ram's belly. Some even made it to Josh's nipple. One in particular was cold enough that it made his pec flex for a moment before continuing its descent down into the denim of his overalls. In several large gulps, the lemonade was gone and Josh gave a refreshed sigh.

"You make good lemonade, sir," Josh said with a polite smile. He wiped his face with the back of his arm before he got up off the chair.

Richard blinked, visible concern and confusion on his face. "There's a storm outside...are you sure you want to leave so soon?"

Josh's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Rain never hurt no one, sir."

Richard tisked and reached up towards the fridge to find his already written check. "Here's your check, son. You deserve it after all the work you did. The yard is already looking much better."

Josh took it with the same politeness he had earlier. Pulling up his shoulder straps to bring his overalls taunt to his body, the ram licked his lips. Richard, in his curiosity, looked down to see the ram was chubbing up as well. There was this unspoken tension between them but neither wanted to make the first move or were at least too

The two made it to the front door, the ram's hand lingering on the knob as if waiting for a reason to stay. Richard leaned against his recliner, crossing one leg around the other. "Why don't you wear something less... constrictive next time. It's going to be an even hotter day tomorrow and I do want you to be comfortable."

Josh nodded, his eyes sparkling mischievously, and placed the check in one of his front pockets. He opened the door outside, the wind blowing and rain coming down in thick sheets. "I think I'll find something."

The puma smiled, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. "I hope you do as well, Josh. You take it slow on your way home."

Josh raised an eyebrow. "See you tomorrow. We'll take care of those thorns..."

The ram made a beeline for his van and Richard watched the whole time. Rain pelted the gardener as he fished for his keys to get into his van and lightning lit up the sky. Richard could have sworn he saw Josh look back over his shoulder and shake his head before climbing into the van and closing the door behind him. There was a flutter in Richard's chest as he thought Josh might have rethought leaving and he stood up straight to see if he could look into the windshield but it was fruitless; the storm blocked his vision.

The van backed out of the driveway, wipers on full blast and lights on as Josh made his way out of the driveway which left Richard's mind swimming with the possibilities of what outfit Josh would be coming to his house in. The puma felt adventurous and decided to run up the stairs to his bedroom and go through his swimwear collection. If Josh was going to be unpredictable, he was going to be as well.

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The morning went by painfully slow for Richard. The puma avoided coffee because he was pacing back and forth. The clock chimed at ten, the same time that Josh made it to his house last time. He felt so foolish, his heart racing around in his chest like he was young and dating again. He felt so stupid for coming out in a speedo yesterday. He should have picked something more modest instead of thinking there would be no problem with it.

Why did he have to flirt in the first place? It wasn't like he was a young stud again, when it would have been seen as harmless fun. It wasn't like they were teenagers getting ready for prom. He was a middle-aged man trying to woo a ram that was the same age as his son; there would be such gossip if their antics got out to the neighborhood-

A knock rang out through the living room and Richard nearly tripped over himself as he made his way towards the door. He licked his thumb, running it through the fur on top of his head and adjusted the fur. He took a deep breath, grabbed the knob and gave it a twist. He opened the door.

"Good morning, sir," Josh said, this time his eyes scanning over Mr. Dowel. The ram was dressed in high cut neon green shorts along with a form fitting t-shirt. Josh took Mr. Dowel's advice, the shorts being made of a breathable mesh.

Josh gave a quiet whistle as his eyes devoured every bit of Richard's body in the speedo. This particular one was a bright white with a massive bear paw design along with fun laces on the front that were tied into a nice knot. They helped keep Richard's front package stable and perky.

"It looks like you got a new swimsuit, Mr. Dowel," Josh said with a sweet sound to his voice. "It looks good on you!"

Josh immediately brought a hand up to his muzzle and covered it. Richard blushed, feeling the need to cover up his groin but the damage was already done. Josh attempted to back pedal.

"I-I'm going to go grab the tools in my van! W-why don't you go ahead with your swim, S-sir?"

"Oh yeah, I'll go do that! Sounds like a great idea!" Richard foolishly said and closed the door as Josh walked back towards his van. Richard's pulse was pounding in his head and his nerves were rambling with one another. Maybe it was the heat? Josh was feeling a bit flustered and it just came out.

Richard shook his head. No, clearly he noted his speedo change. Richard grinned as he repeated his routine from the day before; a glass of water filled halfway with ice and then water up to the lip. Pride surged through the mountain lion's body and he had a fierce strut through the kitchen towards the door. Although there was a clear tension before, now it was confirmed to be more than just passing interest. There was something that could potentially come to fruition. Richard had to play it cool or risk pushing things too far...and not get his fences trimmed. Not that his fences were that much of a priority but there was a reason for Josh to be here and it wasn't only to buff up his ego.

Making his way out to the pool, Richard had a pep in his step. There was no use hiding his sexuality anymore. It didn't work for his marriage so why not peacock a little bit? When Richard made it out to the pool, his "feathers" were in full spread. His chest was ballooned out and his shoulders square. His swimwear was tight on his hips and his bulge wobbled with each step he took out to the pool.

Josh was already outside and he faced away from Richard. Kneeling down, the ram worked diligently and avoided making eye contact. He had on his thick pair of gloves and was already trimming away at the nasty thorns.

Richard decided he would push his luck and sat down at the end of the pool like he did on day one. He placed his foot paws in the water and tested the temperature and watched Josh work. After a full minute of silence between them, Richard's patience was rewarded.

"Sorry if that came out a bit forward, sir," Josh apologized and wiped the sweat off of his brow. He looked over his shoulder and looked at Richard with sincerity in his eyes. He looked uncomfortable even in his cut off shorts and t-shirt.

"It's fine, Josh. It just caught me off guard," Richard replied with a purr in his chuckle. "I am glad you thought it looked nice."

Josh was quiet again but this time had a bashful smile as he went back to work. His tail flicked behind him and he began to hum as he worked and picked away at the thorny brambles. Richard was pleased with himself and slid into the water. It was another hot, humid day but this time there were no storms in the forecast. Although there were still puffy clouds in the sky and some of them looked more cantankerous than the rest, but none looked as dark as the afternoon before.

Richard got into his routine, his body moving like a machine. The maneuvers were swift and practiced much like Josh's own and soon the two were focused on their own worlds. For about an hour, both of them left one another alone and allowed themselves time to get their work done. When Richard finished with his backstrokes, he leaned up against the edge of the twelve foot end of the pool which was the closest to Josh.

The ram had made substantial progress on the thorny bushes and was already at the last leg of the thorns but would take his time to take care of the rest of the various shrubs and overgrowth around the house. When Richard would take a breather or come up for air, he had a suspicion that the ram was using the moment to sneak glances at him in the pool but Richard played it off.

When Josh came back to the brambles, he seemed disappointed. It was not his favorite part of Richard's yard but it had to be done. The gardener had to take his glove off several times in order to shake the thorns out of it but other than that, everything had been going smoothly.

Getting up out of the water by using his arms as leverage, Richard brought one of his foot paws up and placed it onto the warm concrete floor. He pulled himself up and was a dripping mess, water rolling down off of his body and Josh looked to his right with that same thoughtful glimmer.

"Have a good swim, sir?"

"Mmm hmm," Richard replied with a smile and stood to allow water to roll off of his body. The sun warmed his fur and he thought about how wonderful it would be to take another cat nap. "At least we don't have storms to worry about."

Josh turned back to the thorns, making sure his footing was good as he kneeled down to get a better tugging point. The base of the thorns looked too tantalizing to ignore; he could pull this one whole bush out in a single fell swoop.

"True. I think we nearly..."

There was a curt gasp as Josh slipped and his body carried his momentum forward.

The mud from the previous day's rain made traction difficult for a brief second and Josh fell right into the bush. Giving a yelp, Josh started to struggle for a brief moment of panic as the thorns took hold and straightened when they were touched.

"Oh shit!" Richard yelled and ran over towards Josh, his wet foot paws echoing on the concrete in a dash.

"Careful, Mr. Dowel," Josh grimaced as he pulled the top of his shirt out and away from the bristles. His legs and shorts were still caught and Josh frowned, his ears falling down flat in embarrassment. "I can work my way out...grab my shorts and start to get them untangled..."

Doing as he was told, Richard pulled off the right leg of Josh's shorts and then the left. He ignored the fact that he was groping Josh in order to unlatch him from the thorns and reassured himself that it was in order to help him. Starting to grow impatient, Josh shifted himself in the thorns and pulled himself away but not without carrying several vines along with him. They stuck to his shirt and shorts and Josh swore under his breath as he grabbed one of them and tossed it to the side.

"Oh no, you are bleeding..." Richard pointed out as small patches of red rose to the surface of Josh's thighs and legs.

"Ahh, it's not bad. It doesn't even sting, sir," Josh reassured his boss as he pulled another vine away and shook it off his glove. Richard moved forward and started to remove vines off of Josh as well and soon there were four large rows of plants each covered in their sharp defensive armaments.

"I'm going to go grab the first aid kit. You go sit on the table underneath the pergola and look for any other thorns," Richard commanded and ran indoors. He knew his son had an old first aid kit from his time as a camp counselor at Camp Ondessonk back when he needed some extra cash.

Richard shot into his kitchen, stormed through the living room, and ran upstairs. He ran into his son's room. Everything was as it was right before he left. Clothes were put away and a map was on the far right of the room above his son's bed. There were pins placed in various areas of the world including Britain, Japan, and parts of China. There were various bobbles placed on the dresser of the respective cultures. Richard secretly wished he had the same gusto as his son.

Placed on a display on the dresser was an achievement of service from his college which was awarded for academic service and had a picture of his son, the Dean, and Richard standing around a giant sculpture that his son had made for his sophomore year portfolio. Underneath the picture and signature from the Dean was, "Awarded to William Dowel."

Although Richard would spend a moment exploring Will's room and reminisce, he had to find the first aid kit. Opening up the top drawer, the kit was hidden underneath a bunch of sock bundles and Richard snatched it. Running back downstairs, Richard made it outside and paused for a moment as Josh lifted his shirt up and off of himself. The ram tossed it off to the side and it flopped onto the floor. There were several tears in the material which rendered it functionally useless.

Josh looked almost pathetic on the table, his left hand clutching his right arm and he was hunched forward. He did a rudimentary job nursing his wounds, but the only way to prevent the cuts from getting infected would be putting on topical cream. Richard put the first aid kit by the sitting ram and clicked it open. He started to rummage through until he found the bandages, antibacterial cream, and peroxide.

"This might sting a bit..." Richard said in a matter-of-fact tone and squeezed a dollop of peroxide onto a cotton ball.

Josh adjusted himself. "It's fine. I'm sure it won't feel too...OW!"

The ram jumped as the peroxide bit into his open wounds and disinfected them. Richard started to clean around each cut and Josh wiggled with each small dab.

"You don't have to...ohh...give each cut...ow...a dab..."

Giving a feral growl, Josh reached forward and grabbed Richard's wrist with his right hand and squeezed.

"Sorry..." Richard chuckled and came to the conclusion that they could skip a full disinfection.

"It's fine, sir. Why don't you check the cut first?"

The side glance that Josh gave Richard made him shiver. "Perhaps we should just switch to the topical cream..."

Josh nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Mr. Dowel."

Putting down the peroxide, Richard grabbed the antibacterial cream and began his work. Richard examined each small cut, thanking his lucky stars that there weren't any noticeable thorns jabbed into them. Josh either pulled them out earlier or did not have any stragglers to begin with.

Richard started at the chest and wherever he saw a small cut or lesion, he would add antibacterial cream and then rub it in. Richard made sure that the touch was gentle and that he did not press too hard into the wound. Josh seemed pleased with the change of medical material. Josh found himself losing focus as Richard's nimble fingers worked their way around his chest and he started to sit up straighter.

"This probably looks awfully unprofessional," Josh offhandedly mentioned as Richard's hand moved across his pecs and lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Richard looked up to Josh's eyes and saw the ram was looking at him with an intense gaze.

"Hmm?"

"The fact that I fell into the thorns and hurt myself. I feel stupid," Josh went on.

"Ahh," Richard replied. "Mistakes happen. Don't worry about it."

Another paw started to get involved and this one was dry to grip the package that the individual bandages were in and rip them open. Richard took out a bandage, lined it up with a cut on Josh's bottom left abs, and gave it a firm pat to seal it shut. Josh's body wobbled with the slap and he gave a curt grunt.

"I can patch myself up, sir," Josh grumbled as Richard slapped on another bandage to his lower thigh.

"Don't worry about it," Richard repeated with an emphasis on the second word, his paws moving up along Josh's thigh to feel for any wayward cuts that he missed. His soft fingers trailed over the sensitive fur and Josh's neck fluff stood up on its end. There was something oddly thrilling about his boss bandaging him like he was Richard's own son. It was comforting that Richard cared about him so much but the cougar did linger.

Josh's eyes started to wonder as Richard worked across his body. He was hunched in a way that the puma's muscles popped out. They were distinct because of the contrasting fur but the water that collected on it pulled his eyes towards it like a perverted magnifying glass. The paws across his sensitive body clashed with the pain that the small cuts provided. It was enough of a difference that the results of Richard's touches were electrifying.

The ram tried not to focus on the fact that Richard was providing all of this attention in skimpy swimwear but it was getting hard to focus on anything but the sound of the pool water lapping against the edge of it and the cougar's loud purring. It was hardly noticeable before but it got progressively louder as Richard neared his pecs and felt across the muscle. It was therapeutic, in a way.

Josh closed his eyes, ignorant of the fact that Richard noted the expression. Paws that once had a specific goal in mind began to roam freely. After all, Richard needed to make sure that there were no unaccounted for cuts on Josh's arms. He made his way up along the young stud's shoulders, feeling the point where his clavicle met his shoulder and took notice of how defined it was.

Mr. Dowel's sigh vibrated due to the constant purring and his paws moved down towards Josh's bicep. Since Josh had his own paws back behind him and was leaning backwards, the bicep itself popped out with a defined vein that ran right through starting from the ram's wrist and curving its way up to the muscle. Richard followed it with a claw extended, being careful not to slash it with his claws. He made it to Josh's back hand, almost as if he was in a trance as he felt across the softer fur with his palm.

Before he could think about going back up Josh's arm, Richard could feel a pair of eyes bearing into the side of his face. The puma's breath hitched and he retracted his claw, rolling his hand into a fist as if recoiling from a snake. There was heavy, controlled breathing that tickled Richard's ears and brushed against his cheek.

Turning, Richard decided to face the music. Josh's eyes were open, the blue irises burrowing into his own. It was as if a spark lingered between their smouldering looks and could be ignited into a raging inferno at any second. The two did not speak for what felt like hours, but only seconds passed by.

"Is something wrong...sir?" Josh tried to say with some amount of stoic dignity, but laced within was an unspoken need.

Richard was enchanted by the gaze and got lost in the maze of Josh's eyes. He stepped forward until his thigh was brushed up against the ram's own and their bodies rubbed together.

"No, nothing is wrong," Richard said with a hoarse voice.

"What's the matter, sir? Choke on coffee again?" Josh teased with a naive twinkle to his voice. Richard moved forward to close the distance between them further and the smile that Josh had on his face was wiped off and replaced with a challenging smirk. The confidence that oozed from Josh told Richard all he needed to know; the stud knew he had him right then.

Richard pounced as if his feral instincts took over and Josh did not bring his arms up in protest. Their lips crashed together and neither of them had any control over it. Josh fell back onto the table, his back now flush with the tile as Richard's tongue slid inside his maw. It was sloppy, wet, and mobile as it snaked around inside of Josh's mouth. The ram responded by fighting with his own and the two appendages wrestled for dominance.

Josh's arms came around to wrap around Richard's neck and Richard tried to prop his knee up onto the table in order to get up but fell short. They were a withering mess, the two trying to find purchase on the table. Richard tried to find a better position but before he could, Josh pulled away from the kiss for a split second and the two stood staring at one another. Both grinned until Josh wrapped his arms around Richard's waist. With a surprised gasp from the puma , Richard was lifted up and he had no choice but to wrap his legs around the ram's thick hips and he was guided towards the brick siding on the house.

Richard was pushed up against the wall and before he could make a quip, he was kissed deep enough that his protests were stifled and died within his throat as a long moan. Josh's member was pushed up along the lower side of Richard's body and poked up out of the waistband. The tip was the only thing that was visible and Richard's own threatened to burst out of the speedo.

Whatever worry the two had about tip-toeing around each other was thrown out for carnal need. Each smack of their lips and grind against one beat the tension between them out. It was like a dam breaking or a shaken bottle finally getting it's lid loosened just enough to pop. When the two finally pulled away from one another, a bridge of spit connected their mouths. Josh was heaving, his chest expanding and contracting with each breath he took and his youthful eyes watched Richard with interest.

"You are a good kisser, Mr. Dowel," Josh breathed out and nuzzled up underneath Richard's neck. He took a sniff, smelling the small amount of cologne that had stuck to his fur from the day before. "Mmm, and you smell good too, sir."

"O-oh...Josh, let's slow down a bit..." Richard whispered, worried the neighbors might have heard their comotions. Although he had a privacy fence, it was not all that tall and a glance in the wrong direction might give the two away.

Hesitantly, Josh nodded and stepped away and Richard came down onto the ground with shaky feet. The ram was still pushed square against him and the puma was backed up against the wall. The two were six foot but it felt as if Josh dwarfed Richard from the mountain lion's perspective. His chest dripped with sweat which rolled down his body and onto the floor in small droplets. Richard felt the need to reach out to Josh's nipples and take each one in his hands and play with them. He was envious of the ram's body and wanted to play with each part like it was some perverted instrument for his enjoyment.

"Do you want to go inside and get comfortable, sir?" Josh requested, placing two arms on either side of Richard's head and gave a benevolent smile. He had an almost cocksure confidence. The naivety that was there before was completely wiped away. Richard felt a shiver go up his spine at the thought that Josh was prepared for it like he knew what would happen between them would occur eventually.

"How far do you want to take this?" Richard inquired and brought a finger forward to trail it down Josh's abs. It lingered right before Josh's hard member that peeked above the short's waistband. Shifting his hips, Richard's eyes followed the piece of meat with barely restrained interest and Josh grinned.

"It depends....I should probably clean up a bit. May I use your bathroom and take a shower first, Mr. Dowel?"

Richard's eyes shot up to meet Josh's own. The little shit had a bead on him. The telling sign was the hard throb that occurred between their bodies, particularly from Josh who showed his arousal on his sleeve.

The puma chuckled. "You can just call me Richard now, Josh."

Josh smiled. "Mmmm, I think 'Mr. Dowel' suits you best, sir. And I got something in my van to make cleanup much easier along with condoms..."

"I am on PrEP so if you want something more..." Richard started but the small gasp of surprise from Josh stopped him.

"My, my. The boss is prepared..."

Richard snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, coming from the guy who has condoms in his work van. That's rich."

"You will find my preparations for the unexpected beneficial this week. Who knows what I'll bring tomorrow to try out on you, sir?" Josh joked and stuck out his tongue. He pushed away from Richard but not without adjusting his shorts to make sure his cock wasn't poking out the top. He did not want to give the neighbors too much of a scare.

Richard was still leaned up against the wall as Josh walked away, his side now facing him. There was no denying the tent that was fully pitched in the ram's shorts.

"Is the door unlocked?" Josh purred and placed a hand against the side wall. His tail flicked enticingly and Richard had half a heart to reach out and grab it to pull the ram back to him.

"Yes, it is."

"Don't come upstairs until I call for you, sir," Josh requested. "I promise that it will be worth your wait."

Richard opened his mouth to say something witty but the sly wink from Josh shut him up. There was a pause between them as Josh slipped away to the van and left Richard slumped against a wall. The puma was awestruck by the gardener, his mind swimming with the dirty possibilities of what Josh had planned for him. He didn't know how long he sat on the ground for, but it was long enough that his good hearing picked up on the chiming of the antique clock and the whooshing sound of water being pumped up to the second floor of his home. He giddily made his way inside and noticed that Josh left his clothes along the stairs like breadcrumbs. A shirt, shorts, and no underwear to be seen.

The shower was still running and Richard sat at the base of the steps like an excited kid waiting for their favorite store to open. His ears listened to each drop fall onto the floor of the shower and his member pulsed in his swimwear in an excited dance. Finally, the water shut off and Richard had to prevent himself from tearing upstairs. There was a clomping on his hardwood floor before he heard the springs of his bed moan in protest. There was an abrupt pop of something being opened and more minutes passed. Richard's face was focused like he was out at a golf course and concentrating on making a perfect putt. His ears swiveled and tried to hear what was going on, but could not make out the sounds. The same sharp snap of something being closed reached Richard's ears and the puma had a moment of recollection...

"I'm ready for you, sir," Josh's voice echoed down the stairwell.

Richard rushed up the stairs, avoiding the clothes that were placed onto the step, and he took a hard left into the master bedroom. His feet lost traction on the hardwood and he practically slid inside. Richard was panting since he ran so fast and when he looked over Josh, he choked on his words. Josh was completely naked, his legs spread towards the doorway and his tail flicked down on the sheets. His upper back rested on the pillows that Richard had slept on only a few hours before. Josh had a blissful smile on his face and his eyes flicked towards Richard immediately. He looked proud with himself and beamed when the cougar noticed him.

Josh had three fingers inside of himself, spreading his hole and giving a wonderful sigh with each movement of his digits. Richard watched Josh play around with his tight ass and he found his mouth becoming dry. If he had a bingo sheet for the week, Josh spread eagle on his bed would not have been among Richard's choices for it.

The lewd squelch that came from Josh pushing into his hole broke Richard from his thoughts. Josh's voice rose in pitch for just a moment and Richard secretly thanked whatever gay angels were up in heaven as Josh's ears lowered and the ram's eyes almost rolled back. Josh sighed out and Richard could see each muscle in his body relax and flex in unison as the ram slowly began to pull his fingers out until the tips of them were the only thing left in.

"Glad you could join me, sir," Josh said with a calculated huff and he removed his fingers from his hole with a slick pop. Richard bit his lip and blushed. Everything was moving faster than Richard anticipated but there was nothing more enticing than the stud before him. Richard walked forward and extended his arm.

Josh braced himself as a finger glazed across his hole. Whatever Richard had in mind, he was ready for it. The lube was already around the ram's insides. Although the fingering was hot, it served its purpose. Richard brought a claw up along Josh's taint. The motion was enough to make Josh shiver and then his breath hike when the claw was right underneath his sizable balls. They flopped over the sharp claw and Richard grinned.

"I have a feeling you had this planned since yesterday," Richard snickered and retracted his claw. He cupped Josh's orbs and rolled them in his palm.

"I don't know what you are t-talking about, sir," Josh managed to stammer out as the cougar sat down on the bed and leaned forward. The purring was starting to get louder the closer Richard got to Josh's upturned rump. Sniffing, Richard could smell the body wash. It was a nice, sweet pine smell and one that Richard had handpicked from a mall store months ago. He was happy that someone other than himself was getting a use out of it. Underneath the clean scent was one that was far more earthy. Removing his hand from Josh's balls, Richard leaned closer and sniffed.

It was a musk that was light and not overpowering like some men had. Bringing his tongue out, Richard licked across Josh's taint and the ram covered his mouth and his legs shifted. Richard recoiled.

"That okay?"

"Y-yeah...just surprising..."

Richard glared and he waited. Josh knew what he had forgotten.

"Errr, just surprising...sir," the ram replied with a whisper on the last word.

"Good boy," Richard smirked with an added growl to his voice and brought his tongue out to lick across Josh's taint. The ram covered his mouth, a blush coming to his cheeks as the tongue worked across areas he never got touched at before. There were no more words exchanged between them but only actions. Richard's tongue started to move lower, the appendage picking up sweat and pheromones that sat on the fur. It wasn't a bad taste by any means nor was it entirely good either but Richard was drunk off the moans and gasps that Josh kept making that there was only way area his tongue was going to go next.

He slurped across Josh's hole and globs of saliva were left along with the lick. The spit mixed with the lube that was around Josh's hole and provided even more of a slick surface. The slobbers and smacks coming from the room followed by long, needful moans would give anyone who could hear a pause but Richard was not embarrassed. There was something primal and animalistic about the way he was pleasuring his lover. Nothing was off limits and Richard wanted to show Josh how far he was willing to go to get him relaxed.

The tongue moved around Josh's hole and the ram had to bring a knuckle up to his muzzle to bite on it and prevent himself from bleating. Richard sniffed, the musk so strong and prominent from Josh and he tested his limits. Pushing against the entrance, the limber tongue spread Josh's ring and the ram's voice raised in pitch when Richard's tongue invaded his entrance and slipped in. Josh instinctively squeezed around the tongue that punched through his entrance and Richard used his tongue to lick around inside.

"Oh sir," Josh moaned out, pulling at the sheets and arching his back. Richard did not let up and continued his assault. The groans of pleasure were music to the puma's ear. When Josh reached down between his legs and wrapped a paw around his hard member, Richard's hand came up and grabbed the ram's wrist.

His tongue pulled out of Josh with a wet plop and the cougar licked his lips to taste the musk on his lips. "Don't..."

"Yes sir," Josh huffed out and spread his legs further and begged with his body for more. Richard did not give him the luxury but instead pulled off his swimwear in one quick movement of his paws, throwing it off to the side, and climbed up onto the bed. Reaching forward, Josh grabbed the cougar's hips for purchase. Richard looked down at Josh, their eyes locking for a brief moment before leaning forward and craning his neck. Their lips brushed up against one another for just a moment before their lips smacked against one another with abandonment. Josh could taste himself on Richard's lips, the kinky mixture of sweat, bodywash, lube, and spit all combining together into a wonderful array of flavors.

Richard's tip kissed right against Josh's hole and jumped needfully between his legs. The two continued to make out, their kiss starting to get sloppy as Josh sampled himself with each smack of their lips and Richard purred deep as he gave himself to the young gardener. When they broke away, Richard's tip began its push inside and Josh's breath hitched as the tip spread his hole and popped in.

"Oh God," Josh exclaimed as Richard steadied his hips and paused. There was no grimace of pain from the ram or any requests for him to slow down. There was only a mischievous sparkle in his beautiful eyes.

"I didn't feel any pain...keep going, please...." Josh insisted with a roll of his hips to take another half an inch. "I need you, sir..."

Richard brought his body up, his chest heaving and sweat rolling down his chest and over his abs. Some beads of sweat ended up getting trapped between their bodies with stragglers rolling off on the sheets. Richard made a note of washing them after they were fully done.

"Give me your ankles."

The rumble to Richard's voice made it sound more like a command than a request and Josh rolled onto his upper back. His ass was still on the bed and there was a moment where he felt silly with his legs hanging in the air but whatever qualms he had about the position disappeared when Richard's paws wrapped around each ankle and held his legs aloft. He was now spread eagle on the bed with a full view of the puma lumbering over him. Several more inches were pushed into Josh at once and the young stud braced himself as he was speared on even more of Richard's endowment.

Josh's walls squeezed around his member, the lube working wonders as it pulled Richard deeper into Josh's depths. It was warm and tight and Richard bit his cheek as he continued to roll his hips. Josh was a whimpering mess. He stayed quiet with only small exhales of air and little shakes. The ram was glad that he fingered himself earlier or he might not have been able to take everything. He pushed his hips back needfully against Richard and craved more of the sharp zaps of euphoria that shot up his spine. Every tense, teasing moment led up to getting daddy dick hilted in him. Josh was wordless.

Richard gave one last thrust forward and his hips were then pushed flushed up against Josh's rump. The ram's cheeks acted as a good cushion for his hips and the puma's balls rubbed right up against Josh's broad backside. There was nothing keeping them separate now. They were pushed together with such an emphasis that it was like a blade being sheathed into a scabbard. Richard adjusted his angle of attack, and Josh yelped.

Richard immediately stopped and his ears dropped. "Oh lord, did I hurt you?"

Josh chortled and shook his head. "No sir. You hit my prostate and...AH!"

Richard pulled his cock out only a bit and thrust back in. Lube and spit was displaced, sloppily leaking down Josh's hole and matting his fur and got a glare from the ram.

"That isn't fair, Mr. Dowel."

"Mmm hmm," Richard smirked. "Let's see if I can make you squeal."

Before Josh could protest, Richard moved his hips back until the head of his cock was the only thing left inside. Josh braced himself, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth right before Richard took the plunge. The slap was the first thing that Josh heard right before the rest of sensations caught up with him. He saw stars but not because of pain. The raw, sexy growl that Richard made forced beads out of Josh's cock and his balls practically churned when the puma's shaft bumped against his prostate.

"Oh, you feel so good," Richard cooed as he pulled out once again.

"Sir, oh God..." Josh whispered.

Richard added more force to this thrust which gave him more of Josh's enthusiastic cries of bliss. The sound of balls and hips plapping to hit ass along with the squelch of lube was music to Richard's ears and the puma planted in pleasure.

"Please go faster, sir," Josh spoke up. From the ram's position, he could see every muscle in the puma's muscles work and move beneath Richard's fur. The older top looked down, a fire in his eyes and he started to build a rhythm. Short, curt thrusts that rattled the bed and if Josh did not clench his jaw then also rattle his teeth. In and out Richard went like a well-oiled machine and Josh could only hold onto the bed for dear life.

The sounds were just as intense as the thrusting. Josh was not quiet in voicing how hard he was being pounded and Richard joined him. They were both determined to break the bed; both of them slamming into each other now with enthusiasm.

"Keep those legs up," Richard growled and let go of Josh's ankles to lean forward and grab Josh's horns. The ram gave a soft bleat, his legs wrapping around Richard's waist and pulling him in. The puma drooled, the spit dripping down onto the ram's chest and dotting across the fur.

Richard continued to batter the ram's hole, his hips moving fast and hard. Josh's ass wobbled with each hit and his prostate was assaulted with each thrust. White hot pleasure coursed through his body like liquid fire and his pulse ricocheted around his ears. He was on cloud nine and his body screamed at him for release.

"Sir, I'm getting close..." Josh squeaked out underneath Richard. His legs buckled in as his body tensed. Josh's balls were ready to fire off and a tingle started right at the base of his taint and started to build up through the rest of his body.

"Good," Richard grunted out as he switched up his movements. The motions became long, but firm with Josh's body giving little shakes with each hilt that Richard made into him.

"Oh God...oh Mr. Dowel!" Josh exclaimed as his body shook and his cock throbbed one final time before he came. There were eight full shots, the first three making it up to his face, splattering across his chin, and streaking up his neck. The remaining others shot across his chest, abs, and coated his cock. The ram quaked like there was a mini earthquake happening throughout his whole body and he brought his hands around to clutch Richard's ass; one hand for each cheek. He could feel the muscle beneath his palms and Josh's nails dug in.

"Give me everything, sir," Josh groaned out, cum rolling down off his muzzle as he talked.

Richard grimaced, closing his eyes and baring his teeth. There was nothing more that was holding him back. No dancing around inhibitions or thinking about the subtext behind their conversations. It was just him and Josh and now he was so achingly hard and pent up that he gripped Josh's horns as if the gardener would disappear and that it would all be a dream.

"Josh, I'm going to cum!" Richard snarled. His thrusts started to become erratic and sloppy. There was no more polite and nice Richard Dowel but instead a beast that needed to be tamed. The puma pushed in, letting out a long moan as every muscle pulled tight and ready. Josh's hand felt Richard's ass flex and he knew that Richard was propelled over the edge.

Josh swore he could feel himself getting filled as Richard's cock pulsed inside of him. The erotic feeling of his partner's cock jostling inside of him forced a couple of weak shots of leftover cum still left inside his shaft. When Richard shifted his hips to push even further in, the slick squelch and warm feeling that Josh gave the ram an idea of just how much was pumped inside of him. As fast as the climax came, it went. Richard was so pent up that he came everything he had into the tight and subby ram and was left panting and euphoric. The moan that Richard gave moments before transitioned into a relaxed sigh and his body slumped forward.

Richard flopped onto the young gardener, Josh not even putting up a fight as Richard put his full weight down on him. The two were sweating, panting, and now immensely satisfied. Josh was completely enveloped by Richard and the puma let Josh's horns out of his grip and wrapped his arms around the ram's neck.

The afterglow hit both of them like a ton of bricks. They shifted on the sheets, Josh testing the still hard cock inside of him and Richard watching the young man carefully.

"You feel okay, son?" Richard panted out and Josh smiled.

"Of course. How about you, sir?" Josh purred and brought his index finger up and trailed it across his lover's cheek.

"I can't complain," Richard smirked.

"Mmm hmm."

There was a short, comfortable pause between them. The two enjoyed each other's warmth and company for just a moment until Josh cleared his throat. "Would you like to cuddle, sir?"

Richard's heart did a backflip in his chest. "Of course. Do you want to be big spoon or..."

Josh gave a coy smile. "I'll leave the decision up to you."

Shifting underneath Richard, the ram moved himself up towards the headboard. There was a pop and Josh blushed. When his tail flicked, some cum flung across the sheets and he chuckled.

"Errr, sorry. You came a lot," Josh commented. The ram turned on his side, facing away from Richard. The puma now had a choice; slide in between Josh's thick arms and wrap his arms underneath Josh's own and pull him close. The choice was clear for Richard and he moved up behind the ram and wrapped his arms around him. They were close enough that Richard could smell their sex off of each other. The sweat mixed with sweat and cum was a nice touch to the intimate moment shared between them and a reminder of what debauchery they got up to.

Josh gave a pleased rumble and scooted back against Richard, his rump right up in the puma's pelvis. Richard's mouth was close enough to Josh's ear that the ram could feel the puma's warm breath tickle the sensitive ends. They were silent for a while, just enjoying the way their chests created a gentle in and out rhythm. The ambience outside of the window was nice as well. Birds chirped and sunlight streamed in through the blinds. It was...romantic in a way.

Giving a long exhale, Richard nuzzled up into Josh's neck. He brought his free left paw along Josh's hips and trailed his fingers along the ram's muscular hips. They trailed over small puddles of their lovemaking and he trailed the now cool liquid up along Josh's belly and finally circled it around Josh's nipple and pinched it softly between his thumb and index finger.

Josh stirred. "Mmm, don't do that or we'll go again, sir."

"I don't know if I'll be ready right away, stud," Richard joked and took the warning. He stopped pinching Josh's nipple but instead circled his finger tantalizingly around it.

"I have a feeling you wouldn't mind helping me even if it meant you didn't get off..." Josh replied with a mischievous tone to his voice.

"Heh, well you may be right if it means I get to explore more of you..."

Josh chuckled. "Let's enjoy this for now. We'll have all week to fool around."

They did have a full week but Richard found himself strangely not satisfied with the answer. Although Josh was going to stick around, what would happen after that week was up? Would it just be days full of the best sex he ever had and then...nothing?

The thoughtful hum from Richard made Josh's ears flick.

"Will your son be okay with us?" Josh asked, his tone hopeful.

"I've dated before. No one as young as you, though," Richard said, his tail flicking excitedly and the purr in his voice returning.

"Let's not go too quickly. After all, you just hired me yesterday."

Richard cleared his throat. His tail stopped wobbling back behind him and his purr was no longer as loud. "Right, of course..."

A smile crossed Josh's features. "But how about I do the front after I get done with the back. You need some landscaping done there and I have a couple of ways you can thank me..."

Richard's spirit returned. "Sounds like a plan. I have plenty of lemonade."

"Not what I had in mind, but that still sounds wonderful," Josh chirped happily and snuggled back against Richard. Minutes passed between them...or was it seconds? It was hard to tell time for the two and Richard soon heard the soft signs of Josh breathing heavily. The ram fell asleep in his arms, comfortable enough to pull himself into a little ball and looking peaceful. Richard found his own eyes weighing him down and they slowly began to close. The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was birds chirping and Josh's soft breathing as sleep took him. Richard's dreams consisted of planting flowers and reorganizing his yard. Mundane to most but a sign of a fresh start for him. Josh was there too, his far-too-tight overalls still clinging to his body and the house looked immaculate.

Richard knew it was just a dream but the peace he felt was so real. They could start wheelbarrowing away the debris of the mess they made with the brambles tomorrow and maybe even begin digging up the dirty landscaping against the house if they had time. They would probably get more done if Richard helped anyway. After all, work would be much easier with two pairs of green thumbs running around. He figured Josh would give him a pretty steep discount anyway.