Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2010 09:59:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Caught by the Lawn Care Boy #3

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descriptive scenes of sexual encounters and contact between consenting
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The Lawn Care Boy
By Dick Licker

A Little Nipple Play Beforehand


I'd left Turtle in the bathroom to finish cleansing his lower bowel,
thereby preparing for an afternoon of fabulous butt banging. Apparently,
Marty had told Turtle sometime during the week about our carnal experience;
an adventure where Marty caught me by surprise riding my dildo in the
entertainment room after which he boned me into oblivion. I'd been thinking
about that event for days afterwards and definitely wanted more of my lawn
care boy's magnificent man meat filling my ass; however, I now learned that
Turtle's preference was to bottom and he wanted to bottom for me first off.

The cute Elijah Wood look alike that I'd left alone in the bathroom wanted
me to fill his ass. I felt honored that Turtle wanted me to do him and I
planned on making it special.

Of course I was secretly hoping that the three of us might turn the weekend
into a pleasure filled threesome. Leaving Turtle preparing for his boning I
was quietly making my way back towards the entertainment room. I could hear
the sounds of pleasurable moans emanating from the television room as I
approached. After creeping up on Marty, who was totally engrossed in the
erotic video playing on the big screen, I leaned over the back of the
leather couch to see what was up.

What was up was Marty's beautiful cock standing tall, gently curving back
towards his bellybutton. Bending over resting my arms on the top of the
couch I took a peek at the redhead below slowly stroking seven inches of
blood engorged man meat with his left hand while tweaking his magnificent
pink nipples with his right.

"Oh my, that's everything I remember about your beautiful creamy freckled
body and majestic cock, Marty. I sure hope the three of us can make a wild
ass weekend out of this."

"That's what me and Turtle were thinking. He's supposed to stay the entire
weekend with me at my house while my parents are gone, but if you want we
can spend it right here with you, Dick."

"Oh, I'm definitely down for that."

"Turtle definitely wants you to fuck him first, Dick. He wants to see if
you can make him cum like I do."

"Oh, I'll give it my best shot."

"I've already explained to him you're a little bigger than me," Marty said.

"So, you've fucked him and he can take you with no problem?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I broke him in a few years ago. I think you will enjoy fucking
him, Dick. He and my ex-boyfriend are the only two I've been hooked up with
for a while, except you now."

I didn't want Marty's beautifully aroused member to go to waste on a hand
job. As we talked my heart rate was increasing and my mouth was beginning
to water at the sight in anticipation of some light foreplay with Marty
before Turtle returned. Marty's eyes were back to the television watching
the erotic massage video. I was peering at the video as I had done so many
times before, glancing down upon my fair skinned neighbor. My lawn care boy
was once again oblivious to all around him, especially me as he was totally
into the sensuous images of a man's hands seducing the nude body under his
touch.

The recipient of the massage was lying on his back undergoing the
titillating touches to the front of his body being performed by the masseur
who knew how to sexually arouse another. The man performing the erotic
massage appeared to be an expert in the art of sensuous massage, knowing
when and how to touch another, thereby achieving total sexual arousal yet
not bringing him off.

The touch from another's hands and fingers from my experience were so much
more exciting than self stimulation. I remember those early days as a kid
experimenting sexually. Anytime a girl or boy would touch my body it would
send shivers throughout my body. I couldn't get enough of another person
jacking me off, but some didn't have the special touch. I remember those
afternoons after school let out. At first it was boys playing with my
cock. We would gather for some mutual masturbation before playtime and then
as I got older it was girls, but I always thought that boys had the better
touch with both hands and mouth.

The touch of erotic massage has a long history. Too bad more people don't
practice it. For many people, straight or gay, the major goal of sex is all
about blowing a quick creamy load. That's the way it was for me during
those early years experimenting. Then I finally discovered the joys of
protracted sex and that sex is more about foreplay, prolonging that final
outcome to a powerfully explosive orgasm rather than a quick nut.

For me the orgasm is the reward for a job well-done; the icing that tops
off the cake, the little swirl on the top of the Dairy Queen. Quite simply
arousal and foreplay is the meat and potatoes of the meal. Great sex as
with a good steak and fine wine needs to be savored, eaten in wee
delectable bites and drunk in small soothing sips, rather than being
gobbled up in a hurried fashion.

I'd learned so much about gratifying sex since my adolescent years. Now, it
was my job to teach my two young candidates about the significant feelings
associated with foreplay; the erogenous zones and all the pleasures
thereof.

Ooooh, Marty looked so delicious lying there pushed back into the plush
leather couch sensuously stroking his hard cock while tweaking those
perfect erect pink nipples of his. He had stimulated both to full
arousal. Now, it was my turn to take over playing with those grandiose red
buds. My hands began moving stealthily down the front of his naked body
towards the target area where I could assume the task of nipple
titillation.

My fingers found the two erect pink buds on Marty's chest. I began by
lightly scraping my well-manicured thumbnails over the tops of the hard
nipples which brought deep sighs from Marty. After a few minutes of that I
placed the set of erect nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. I began
gently rolling them between the tips of my two digits and thumbs listening
to Marty moan, groan and squirm under my touch.

As I continued delicately working the fully aroused nipples with my
forefingers and thumbs Marty was groaning, "Oh yes. Oh My God, don't stop
Dick that feels so fuckin good."

Ah yes, they were so firm and erect. So much fun to play with. I totally
enjoyed playing with my own nipples, so I knew exactly how to touch Marty
and what he might be feeling. I'd thus far discovered that both my new
playmates enjoyed having their nipples titillated.

Some men enjoy nipple play while others don't; the same for anal sex. Some
men find these acts degrading or repulsive. They associate the pleasure
derived from these acts as being submissive or feminine. Not me. I'm into
pleasure that includes all parts of the body. I'd been nuzzling Marty's
neck and ear. My tongue was tracing around the ear and lobe sometimes
darting inside. I could sense my actions were driving Marty nuts, while
rolling his nipples between my forefinger and thumb. I began whispering,
"Those scrumptious nipples need to be tasted like a fine wine, baby."

"Oh yeah, move around front and taste em, Dick."

I quickly moved around the couch positioning myself between Marty's splayed
legs. I leaned in and began working one nipple and then the other all the
time feeling his hot hard cock pressing against my stomach. Marty had two
of the most prominent nipples that I'd ever seen on a guy, but that was
what I'd discovered about redheads. Those nipples stood out from his
freckled chest a good quarter of an inch and were at least that size in
diameter.

As I continued moving my mouth from one nipple to the other lightly biting
and suckling on each for a few minutes I was sensing wetness on my stomach
area. Marty was aroused to the point he was oozing precum. "Oh my, we seem
to be leaking," I whispered looking up into Marty's greenish eyes.

"Oh yeah, you got my juices flowing, Dick," Marty said with a slight
chuckle.

"I think I'll just go down for a taste of your honey."

I released my grip on his nipples moving down the front of his body kissing
a freckle or two on the way down. Once I got to the bellybutton I lingered
a few seconds there before following the ginger treasure trail leading to
Marty's fire crotch and the pot of gold. I began sniffing that pretty red
pubic area, letting the seven inch staff caress my face. I pulled my head
back out of Marty's crotch, grasping his hard cock at the base pulling the
scrumptious pink glans towards my awaiting moist lips. I lowered my lips
and began kissing the crown, tasting the precum that was present.

Not all guys produce precum; however, some produce large amounts flowing
like rivers while other only generate a drop or two of the cloudy, odorless
and tasteless fluid. Marty like me seemed to be somewhere in the middle. I
soon discovered when I entered high school that precum was also a point of
awkwardness.

I would set in class playing pocket pool or just experiencing one of those
spontaneous boners; however, when the bell rang, although I'd quit playing
with it a few minuets before and the boner subsided, the wet spot was still
there. Of course that would sometimes bring on the looks and snickers as I
made my way through the halls to a new classroom assignment; however, I
wasn't the only boy or girl that experienced wet spots during school.

There were a couple of girls that I'd seen with noticeable wet spots in
their crouch areas. Some of the girls I'd been with were real wetters when
it came to arousal and orgasms. As high school teens we all were thinking
about sex: some more so than others. My friend Jamie would crack up looking
across the isle at me when the bell rang and we got up to leave the
classroom.

Although he couldn't see me playing with myself during class he knew I was
aroused because my nipples were prominently protruding producing noticeable
bumps on my T-shirts. Whites T's were most unforgiving. Then when the bell
rang and we got up to leave the classroom he would comment about me
probably thinking about some fine golden pussy in the school.

I could sense Marty's hands on my head pushing it down, wanting me to deep
throat his seven inches. I wasn't that keen on the deep throat thing and
thought it was overrated; besides, I had a sensitive gag reflex. I pushed
up and off Marty's cock to tell him, "Let me take the lead and do what I
want to do. I know where the sensitive areas are on your cock. Don't be
pushin my head down."

"Sure, sure thing, Dick."

"Just let me show you how great good head can be."

I had discovered by way of reading, watching videos and engaging in the
real thing that a good blowjob was a true art form. Guys didn't have to ram
the full length of their cock down a guy or gals throat to achieve good
oral sex. Some people could deliver great head while others were completely
inept when it came to giving a good blowjob. In my short lifespan I'd come
to discover that guys seemed to be more proficient delivering good oral sex
compared to girls.