Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 23:18:42 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Lawn Boy #2

This is a fictional story containing consensual sex between a teenage boy
and an adult, nonfamilial male. If you have a hard time separating fantasy
from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue
reading.

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Lawn Boy #2
by Xavier L


True to his word, Seamus showed up the next day ostensibly to finish raking
the yard.  He had on even baggier shorts this time but kept to his usual
practice of working in the yard without a shirt on.  This time I didn't try
to hide that I was worshipping him from afar.  After a while of him
working, I saw him put down the rake and begin walking toward the porch.
My pulse increased as the young Adonis approached.  I couldn't tear my eyes
away from that gorgeous face.

"Boy am I thirsty," he said, taking the glass of lemonade out of my hand
and gulping it down, some of the opaque yellow fluid flowing gracefully
down his chiseled torso.  He handed the glass back to me smiling.  I
accepted the glass back from him, turning away to make sure I put the glass
down on the table next to me.  As my gaze returned, I saw one of his hands
pushing the front of his shorts down uncovering his hard cock, and the
other hand was grabbing my head and pulling me forcefully toward his dick.
I opened my mouth just in time to have his rod slide past my lips.

I reached up and slid his shorts down.  He widened his stance as my hand
went to his balls and began moving his hips back and forth.  "Eat my meat
Bill!" he said as he shoved my head down on his rod further.  I forced my
throat to relax so I could accommodate more of his luscious cock.  He
pushed forward until he was deep throating me, my nose smashed against his
body slickened by sweat.  I started sucking on him faster, devouring his
youthful dick, deep throating it on my own as my desire increased.

His stance widened even more, and his hands gripped both sides of my head
holding it in place as he began fucking my mouth.  Sitting in the chair was
an uncomfortable position, but I didn't care.  He did.  He stepped back and
pulled me out of the chair.  I immediately went to my knees as he shoved
his cock back into my mouth.  "Oh yeah, that's better!" he moaned.  I
relaxed and let him do what he wanted as he fucked my mouth.  His pace
became feverish, and then I heard "Fuck yeah!!" and tasted his salty cum
erupt into my throat. I swallowed the rush of fluid as quickly as I could.
The gush seemed to last forever.  When he was done, he pulled his cock out
of my mouth, said thanks, pulled his shorts back up, winked at me, and then
headed back to the yard.

I could barely breathe and was shaking as I got back into the chair.  I
drank the remaining amount of lemonade and leaned back in the chair trying
to catch my breath.  When he finished raking, he came back to the porch.
"Got anything else to drink?" he asked.

"Umm, yeah, sure." I replied and walked into the house with him close
behind me.  "Beer again?" I offered.

"Yeah, that'll work."  He took the proffered bottle and went into the
living room and sat down.  I joined him on the couch and took a swig from
my beer.  I put my beer down on a coaster, and as I began to sit back, once
again Seamus had my head in his palm and was guiding me down.  He squeezed
my face against his crotch.  "You got work to do Bill," he said.  I rubbed
my face against the satiny fabric of his shorts and could feel his cock
becoming hard.  I began kissing his belly and then went to his nipples and
started sucking on them, his salty skin overwhelming my senses.  While I
worked his nipples, I moved my hand inside of his shorts and began stroking
his cock.

He kicked off his shoes as I removed his shorts.  I was leaning over him,
and he lifted his body up to push his rod into my mouth.  He held my head
while he lifted his body repeatedly to fuck my mouth.  I submitted to his
cock ramming into my throat.  He pumped my mouth a few more times before
stopping.  The sudden pause surprised me, and I looked at him confused, my
head still hovering in the air.

"Know what would feel even better?" he asked.

I looked at him in silence desperately wanting his rod back into my throat.

"Your ass.  Bend over."

I reached for the lotion sitting next to the couch, and applied a big glob
to his rod.  He stood up and nudged me to the other side of the coffee
table.  He came up behind me, and pulled my shorts and underwear down.
"Get down," he ordered.

I got down on all fours.  He joined me on the floor, inserted the head of
his cock into my hungry ass, braced himself and then shoved it in as fast
as he could.  Pain shot through me, but I wasn't about to stop him.  I had
to bite my lip to avoid crying out as his cock slammed into me.  This would
not be a slow, long fuck.  At 15 he didn't have that kind of patience.  He
went right into action, his large cock straining to loosen my hole.  He
continued ramming his cock into me, his damp body slapping into mine as he
continued thrusting deep inside of me.  He picked up speed, his humping
becoming more urgent, and then I felt his cock spasm, and I knew he was
shooting his load.

He pulled out of my ass and headed to the bathroom.  I used the coffee
table to help myself up off the floor.  My ass hurt from Seamus' eager
fucking, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat.  Seamus came back into the
room, thanked me, got dressed, and said goodbye.  I waved goodbye to him as
he shut the door.

I walked a bit gingerly to the bathroom and took a hot shower.  I tried to
wrap my mind around this 15-year-old who so readily dominated me.  And I so
willingly obeyed.  I wondered how I might talk him into taking things a
little more slowly.  I went about the business of the day until around
dinnertime when there was a surprising knock at my door.  I looked through
the peephole and instantly recognized Seamus' older brother Trevor.  Trevor
was 17 or so and used to do my lawn until he got a regular job at a
supermarket.  I hadn't seen him in a long time.

I opened the door and greeted him surprised: "Hey Trevor! Long time no
see!"

"Hey Bill," he replied, walking inside as I opened the door wider in
invitation.  He plopped down on the couch as he had many times before.  "To
what do I owe the honor of this visit?" I asked taking a seat next to him.
I started at his hypnotic blue eyes.  He was about as gorgeous as Seamus
but had an even better build which showed readily through his wife beater.

"I know what you've been doing with Seamus," he said, dropping a huge bomb.

I paused in stunned in silence.  SHIT! I thought.  "Wha. . . what do you
mean Trevor?"

He gazed at me intensely before responding "You know damn well what I
mean."

"I. . . I'm afraid I don't."

He turned toward me, anger flashing briefly across his face, "Cut the crap
Bill!"  Before I could even prepare, I felt his firm grip collapse onto the
back of my head, and I fell forward uncontrollably into his lap.  "Suck my
cock like you do his!" he spat.

I tried to resist out of fear.  "Trevor, I don't know. . . " my response
was cut off by his shoving my face into his crotch, his hard cock pushing
against my nose.  He held my head in place as his other hand pushed his
shorts down revealing an even bigger cock than his little brother had.

"If you can do my brother, you can do me!" he said, pulling my head up by
the hair so that his cock stood up.  I opened my mouth to say something,
and he seized that moment and thrust his cock into my mouth.  As his meat
invaded my mouth, my fear gave way to lust, and I began sucking on his
dick.  "Pull down my shorts," he commanded.

Without removing my mouth from his large morsel, I pulled his shorts down
freeing his large balls.  At the sight of them, I took his cock out of my
mouth and began sucking on his balls while he moaned.  I saw him trying to
kick his shorts off, so I stopped and pulled them off.  As soon as his legs
were free of the binding cloth, they spread wide.  I leaned down and went
back to work on his cock.  Again his hand forced my head down deeper on his
cock, and he began deep throating me.  I started breathing harder as I felt
his hands tugging my shorts down.  His hand, rough with some callus, rubbed
the curve of my ass.

"Hand me that lotion Bill," I heard him say.  I looked at him surprised.
"That's right Bill."

I reached out and grabbed a hold of the lotion and handed it to him. I
watched him spread the lotion up and down the length of his long shaft.  I
watched him turn around on the couch so his back was against the cushions.
"Sit on it."

"What?" I asked.

"Sit on it.  You're going to fuck yourself with my cock."  He turned me
around as my heart raced, and then he guided me downward.  When the head of
his cock pushed into my ass, I wanted to jump off of it, but he held me
down with a hand on my shoulder.  When I stopped moving backward, he began
pushing his hips up.  I pushed back against the intruding flesh swallowing
it in my butt until finally it was buried deep inside of me.  I felt his
body shudder as my cheeks rested against his body.  He whispered into my
ear: "Go on.  Ride it!"

I began making tentative movements up and down on the rod I was impaled
on. He began thrusting forward to meet my backward movement.  "Yeah, you
like a big cock don't you?" he asked rhetorically.  "Bend over that chair,"
he said, nodding toward the chair next to the couch.  Silently I removed
myself from his cock and did as he instructed, bracing myself for what I
knew was to come, and desiring it as well.  I watched him come behind me
and bend down so his feet were still on the floor, but his dick was
pointing right at my ass.  He guided the first part of his meat in slowly,
and then when some was in, he rammed the rest in almost forcing a yelp out
of me.  He wasted no time in beginning to pound me ass.  He slammed into me
so hard I could feel the chair move a bit on the floor.

He grunted as he continued to violate my ass, his thick meat forcing my
hole open wider.  It was exquisite and painful at the same time.  I found
myself silently begging for me.  He continued pounding my ass at a furious
pace until he exploded deep inside my ass.  He left his dick inside of me
until it stopped twitching.  When he pulled out, he smacked me on the ass
and got dressed.  "Don't worry about letting me out.  I'll let myself out."

All I could do was nod.  I was out of breath.

"Looking forward to our next visit, Bill," he said as he shut the door
behind him.


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