Yard Boy

Looking out my window I saw that my lawn was badly in need of
mowing. Believe it or not, my wife used to do the job herself,
before we got divorced.  I got the two boys and the house, but
they had finished college and moved away.  Fortunately, about
three houses up the street lived a couple whose teenage son
had just turned eighteen and finished high school.  He was
planning to stay at home and go to the local community college.
I figured he could use a few bucks.

"Danny, this is Mr. Lawson" I said when he answered the phone.
"I need someone to mow my lawn this summer and fall.  Are you
interested? "

Danny jumped at the chance.  It was easy work, at least it was
easy for him.  He was a strapping kid, about six feet tall, and
played just about every sport he could find.  I used to see him
running and playing basketball all the time.  We agreed that he
would mow the lawn every two weeks and I would pay him $20.00
each time.

The next day was a hot one, but Danny came by about noon to mow
the lawn.  I was inside watching the baseball game.   In about an
hour and a half he came back into the house to tell me he had
finished.  He was wearing Levi's and a tee-shirt, and was so
sweaty it looked like someone had poured water on him.

"Do you mind if I get a drink of water, Mr. Lawson?" he asked.

"Sure Danny, you know where everything is" I replied. "Would you
like a towel to dry off?"

He nodded and I grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to
him.  He patted himself all over, the pulled his shirt off and
dried himself better.  He reached into the cabinets, got a big
glass and filled it with ice and water, then asked if he could
sit down a minute and watch some of the game with me.

"No problem, Danny," I replied "It's more fun to watch with
someone anyway.  My boys and I used to watch a lot of baseball
every summer."

It was not a particularly exciting game.  Actually, even if it
had been it would have been difficult for me to follow it since I
was paying a lot more attention to Danny.  He was hairless and
very muscular, but not like a body builder, more like a gymnast.
Of course the gymnasts you see in competition are usually smaller
guys, but the physique was the same. I always made a point to
watch them on TV, so I considered myself an expert on that
subject.

As we sat there I also noticed a bulge in his Levi's.  Every so
often he would rub his crotch, or reach inside his waistband to
try to position his equipment in more comfortable fashion.  One
time he noticed that I saw him and he quickly pulled his hand
away.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Lawson,  I'm not trying
to play with myself" he said with a not-really-embarrassed grin."
"Something about working out in the hot sun that gets me horny,
and I get a stiffie before can think very much about it."

"That's okay," I said, "when I was your age the same thing would
happen to me"  "The only thing I could do about it was to head
for the bathroom and jerk off"

"Yeah," he said, matter-of-factly, "I do the same thing"  "It's
funny, I can't talk like this with my own Dad.  It makes me feel
a lot better this way."

Danny then proceeded to continue rubbing his bulge without
embarrassment as I watched.  He unbuttoned his pants and exposed
his jockey shorts, which were barely doing the difficult job of
containing his erection.  When they were stretched to the limit
he popped it out of the waistband and continued to stroke it,
completely oblivious to me and everything else.  A few more
strokes and he groaned, his body lurched back and he found
himself with a handful of creamy, sticky jism.

I watched the whole show with rapt attention, but I had the
presence of mind to yank several pieces of tissue out of the box
and hand them to him.  He promptly cleaned himself up, pulled his
jockey shorts back over his limp cock, buttoned up his Levi's and
flushed the evidence down the toilet. Then he grabbed his shirt
and headed for the door.  I stopped him and offered him the
$20.00 I owed him, but he asked me to hold onto the money for the
yard work until the end of the summer, so he could have a big
amount saved up that way.

When Danny came back the next time, two weeks later, I was ready
for him.  After he finished the lawn and came inside, I handed
him the water and towel and waited.  Sure enough he sat down and
began to repeat the scene from the first time around.

"Well, I hope you don't expect me to just watch this time" I
piped up.

I promptly sat down, pulled my shorts and jockey shorts down and
began to enjoy myself in the same way.  As my cock grew he looked
over at me with a knowing smile, then, without even asking, moved
around in front of my chair and took my cock in his mouth.  I
hadn't felt this wonderful sensation since me and my wife were
first married.  She used to suck my cock sometimes during the
first year we were together, then got bored of it and would never
do it again.

Danny was an expert cocksucker, and I don't know to this day if
he was just a natural or had some experience of which I knew
nothing.  At the time I didn't think about it, I just lay there
letting the feeling grow and grow in me.  I made no attempt to
help him or to hurry my orgasm,  I just let it flow through me
when its time arrived.   Then I felt the gentle ecstasy as I
gushed my load into his warm, wet, sucking mouth.

He let me just lie there for a few minutes, then he sat back down
on the couch and began to stroke himself furiously.  Fortunately
I recovered my senses quickly enough to move around into position
and took his manhood in my mouth before he finished himself off.
I sucked him hard and moved his cock in and out of my mouth, and
he took the hint.  He suddenly grabbed my head, forced it down on
his cock and plastered the back of my throat with the hot,
peppery fluid he has been storing up for the occasion.

"Well, Mr. Lawson, see you in two weeks" he said as he pulled up
his pants and left.

I couldn't wait until the next time.  Although I had never
considered myself to be gay, or even mildly bi-sexual, somehow
the two encounters with Danny had released something inside me
that had been well hidden.  When Danny finished the lawn that
third time and came inside, I started to talk to him as he
stripped off his shirt, toweled off and drank his water.

I began by telling him, "I have to admit, Danny, the things we
did last time, I never thought I would ever do, but I don't mind
it." "You seem so comfortable with it, I think you could help me
explore that side of me some more."

It felt odd making such a personal confession to someone I had
watched grow up, but I was strangely at ease with him, more so
that I had ever been with my wife or sons.  He took hold of my
hand, pulled me toward him and hugged me.

Danny only said, "Lets go upstairs."

Danny, the little boy that I had watched grow up, was now a man,
he was sure of himself and in total control of the situation.
When we got upstairs, he removed the rest of his clothes and
helped me out of mine.  Then he began to teach me tenderly and
firmly how men make love to each other.

We lay down on the bed together and hugged, then he rolled me
onto my stomach and helped me get comfortable.  At first he just
ran his fingers down my back and continued into the crack in my
ass.  Then he began to push against the opening with one finger.
Suddenly he stopped and got up from the bed.

"Sorry, forgot something," he muttered.

When he returned he had a tube of K-Y jelly in his hand and
squeezed a small glob onto the tip of his fingers before putting
them back where they had been.  He gently wiggled the wet
fingertip against my hole then pushed the finger inside me slowly
and carefully.  I winced a little, mostly from the cold feeling.
I had already mentally prepared myself for the feeling of his
finger invading my private opening.  As he pushed it in and out,
and pressed expertly on my prostate I moaned and wiggled myself
so as to maximize the marvelous feeling.

Danny then turned me over onto my back, and my rigid cock sprang
to attention.  He wasted no time taking it into his adept mouth
and began to suck in and out.  When he resumed the finger
fucking. It felt as if he had run a bolt of electricity through
me, as the sensations from front and back intersected deep inside
me.

It took only a few seconds of this divine torture for me to
explode deep inside my young lover's mouth.  He milked the last
drop and swallowed all of it as I writhed in my ecstasy.

He let me rest for just a minute, then spread my legs apart and
bent my knees upward some more. He propped a pillow under my
head.  I knew what was coming next, I had known all along he was
intent on fucking me.  I had even gone so far as to take a Fleets
enema earlier, so I would be ready.  However, as the moment of
truth neared, I panicked.

"Danny, I don't think I'm quite ready for this", I said as I
started to get up out of bed.

Danny pushed me back down on the bed and pinned my arms down.

"Its too late to back out now," he said sternly, "you've let the
genie out of the bottle."

Danny was young, and he was bigger and stronger than I was.  I
suddenly realized that this is what attracted me, someone to take
charge and to teach me, even if I was hesitant.  He was going to
have his way, so I told him it was okay now.

He was sweating and his slender nine-inch cock was in a rigid arc
upward from his sparse pubic hair.  He took a large glob of the K-
Y jelly into his hand and began to rub it all over the rather
formidable tool.  He took the opportunity to stroke it a few
times and the obvious pleasure showed in his young face.  Then he
took another smaller dab onto two fingers and rubbed it over my
pucker.  Then he pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed the
slippery fluid all around.  The sudden intrusion of the two
fingers stretched me a little, but it was not painful at all.

"I will try to make this as easy as possible, Mr. Lawson, but my
cock is not a small one", Danny warned me. "Just try to relax and
I'll help you"

He leaned over me and kissed me as the head of his cock touched
me.  I could see his muscles tighten, showing off the result of
his workouts.  As he began to press his cock head into me he told
me to push out on him.

"Pretend you are pushing out a big, hard shit" he commanded.
"That's it!  Push it!"

I felt him as he pushed past the sphincter.  It was painful, but
I could stand it.  The worst part was over now.  He was forceful,
yet with a certain knowing gentleness.  His long cock slowly slid
all the way inside me and I could feel it pushing into my guts.
There's no sense trying to explain the feeling.  It can't be
described to someone who has not felt it, and there's no need to
tell you if you have.

I could see his muscular body tense and relax as he fucked me
stroke after stroke.  I was mesmerized looking at the ripples on
his stomach, and that helped me ignore the pain.  Finally I could
see and feel the unmistakable signs that he had reached the point-
of-no-return. He lurched forward, driving himself deeper than
ever into me and exploded with a rapturous scream.  At that
instant I mirrored his climax and shot more of my creamy
enjoyment onto his ripped body.  He collapsed onto me, rubbing
his smoothness against my hairy chest.  I reached out and hugged
him and we kissed until he rolled off of me, exhausted.

Our meetings continued every other Wednesday, like clockwork, all
through the rest of the summer and most of the fall, until the
colder weather stunted the growth of the lawn.  The tenth and
last time together it only took him about twenty minutes to touch
up the lawn. Then we moved into the bedroom and spent the balance
of four hours there.  We sucked each other repeatedly, and he
fucked me three times over the course of the afternoon.

First he put me on my back on the bed, which had become his usual
position.  He quickly lubed his cock and entered me.  By this
time there was never any pain as I had become stretched enough to
accept his cock comfortably.  I still felt that wonderful full
feeling as he pressed into me and I had learned how to tighten my
muscles to accentuate the feelings for me and for him. He soon
emptied his warm juice into me and pulled out.

We lay on the bed for about half an hour, all the time we were
touching, licking, rubbing and pinching each other in every
erotic spot.  I particularly liked when he rubbed my hairy chest
and pinched and sucked my nipples.   The blood soon returned to
stiffen his cock and he became more forceful with me.  I have to
admit, what excited me most was his dominant, no-nonsense
attitude when he became aroused.

He stood up on his knees and rolled me over onto my stomach, and
positioned himself on his knees behind me. He hiked my ass up to
meet with his rigid manhood.  This time, he just used his spit to
lube it and my asshole, and he roughly pushed some of it into me
with his fingers. Then he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock all
the way inside with a single stroke.

I gasped and had to catch my breath.   While I was still
recovering from the sudden intrusion he had already pumped in and
out of me several times.  There was no hesitation or subtlety to
his thrusting, just raw stamina as he pumped, sweated and
breathed hard and deep.  I think I loved watching him as much as
the feeling of his long cock snaking in and out of me.  I felt
the spasms in him and his cum shot into me.  Then he withdrew
slowly and the cum leaked down my ass onto my balls.  I reached
back and smeared as much as I could onto my fingertips and licked
it off.

It took him longer to recover this time, but we both enjoyed the
leisurely sex play in the meantime.  He asked me to finger fuck
him and I did my best to rub that special spot just inside his
rear doorway.  He returned the favor and sucked my cock until it
was hard again, then he continued to suck and finger fuck me
until I unloaded into his mouth.  With my cum dripping from his
lips, he reached down and kissed me, and we shared the peppery
taste.

He had regained his erection by now, and, as usual, took charge
of the scene.  This time he got out of bed and motioned for me to
get up as well.  He bent me over the back of the large chair and
stood behind me.

"I've been saving one more thing for you", he said as he reached
under my chest of drawers for something he had apparently hidden
there.

He pulled out a pair of surgical gloves and a jar of Albolene,
which looked something like cold cream. He snapped the gloves on
his hands and proceeded to scoop up a dab of the cream in his
hands.  As he rubbed the gloves, the white cream liquefied into
an oily lubricant. He then scooped up a larger glob, which he
proceeded to apply generously to my ass.  He held three fingers
together and pushed them into my opening as far as he could. It
felt tight, but not painful, since, as I had told you before, he
had gotten me used to this much stretching.

"Now" he said, "you have to relax and help me as much as you can"
"Its gonna hurt but it'll be worth it when I get inside you"

Now I knew for sure that he was going to fist-fuck me.  At first
I resisted, tightening up my asshole and trying to move away from
his fingers, which where now joined by his thumb in pushing into
and expanding my opening.   He would have none of that, and he
held me down with his strong arm and pushed the ever-expanding
cone of thumb and fingers a little deeper.

I decided cooperation was my best alternative so I relaxed, and
pushed out against him as hard as possible.  Several times I
pushed, then relaxed, and each time he managed to get a little
more of his hand inside me.  It was getting hard for me to stand
the pain but I screwed up all my courage for one last push. and
it worked!  His gloved fist slipped inside and I sighed and
panted for about thirty seconds until I regained my full
consciousness.

Danny then began to manipulate my prostate in a way that could
never have been done with just a finger or dildo inside me.  He
even used his other hand to press against the outside of my
crotch and work it between his two expert hands.  I felt that
wonderful, urgent feeling growing inside me and soon my body
shook as I sprayed cum into Danny's waiting hand.   He fed me my
own spunk but reserved just a little to taste for himself.

He carefully pulled out of me as I pushed on him, and, with a
plop, the rubber-suited "living dildo" came out.  All I could do
was collapse over the back of the chair as Danny proceeded to
jerk himself off with his gloved hands and sprayed his juice on
my back.

The afternoon was over and Danny had to leave and go home for
supper.  Downstairs, after we had put our clothes on, I got out
my checkbook to pay him for the summer of lawn care.

"Lets see, ten times at $20.00 each time, that's $200.00" I said.
"I guess I should give you a little something extra, though" I
wrote him a check for $1,000 and handed it to him.

"Thank you VERY much, Mr. Lawson, I appreciate that.  I sure can
use it for college" he said politely. That was the last time
Danny and I were together, although I occasionally saw him as I
passed by his house.

Several months later, John, a divorced friend of mine was over
the house, watching a TV show with me.  We had a few beers and
our conversation turned to how our lives had been since our
divorces.  He was in the same situation as I, and asked if I knew
a kid who would mow lawns and do other yard work.  When I
mentioned Danny, a broad grin came over his face.

"That little hustler!" he blurted out. "I can't afford him!"

Maybe it was the beer or maybe we were both looking for a chance
to share our secret, but we proceeded to compare notes on Danny.
It seems that John's appointment with Danny had been every other
Tuesday.

"So, tell me, how much did you wind up paying him for the summer,
John?" I asked.

John admitted to paying him $1,200.   We talked some more and
discovered that John had a similar experience to mine.  Danny was
always in charge and we loved it.  Some more conversation let us
to an even more startling conclusion.  Both of us had, on
occasion, asked Danny to come on a different day, but he was
always too busy.  After some investigation we concluded that
Danny had about ten clients that summer, and probably netted ten
to twelve grand.