Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:36:25 -0600
From: Richard Pettey <mnstoryguy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lawnmower Boy, part three

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a story about consensual sex
between a boy and a man.

Thanks for the great comments and feedback.  I hope you enjoy part two.

I appreciate any comments to MNStoryGuy@gmail.com.

Lawnmower Boy

The next day we went to church.  My mother made a point of talking to the
pastor and thanking him for helping me out.  She felt that it was her fault
for making me mow his lawn.  The pastor told her she shouldn't feel that
way and that he was glad it all happened at his house and not in someone's
backyard.  Then the pastor turned to me and said, "See you on Tuesday?"

"Yes, sir," I responded politely.

"Good, why don't you come by in the morning? Don't worry Mary.  I just want
to talk to Tim, a little man-to-man time."

My mother seemed pleased that the pastor was taking an interest in me.  I
wasn't sure what to expect on Tuesday.

It took my body a couple of days to recover from the heat stroke.  My mom
was happy that I wasn't out mowing lawns in the heat.  I promised to only
mow lawns in the mornings until the heat wave passed.  Max did as he said
and had given out my phone number to some friends.  I had three jobs lined
up for the upcoming weekend.  I offered to mow the lawns during the week
but the men insisted that they be home while I was mowing the lawn.  That's
when it dawned on me that Max might have told them about more than my lawn
mowing.

Tuesday came and I headed over to the pastor's house.  My mom reminded me
several times to make sure I wouldn't forget.  I wanted to get the meeting
over with so I headed over to the pastor's house early.  When I knocked on
the door I saw the pastor peek through a window to see who it was.  When he
saw it was me, he opened the door.  I was surprised to see him wearing
nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.  His face was half covered in
shaving cream.

"Good morning, Tim," he said cheerfully.  "Sorry for my appearance.  I was
at the hospital late so I am getting a late start this morning.  Come on
in."

I went into the house.  I couldn't help but check out the pastor's body.
 It was exactly as I remembered it.  I know the shower happened but still
felt unsure about the sex in the pastor's bed.  Still my dick jerked at the
thought of it.

"Come with me.  We can chat while I finish shaving."

I followed the pastor down the hall to the bathroom.  When we entered he
put down the lid to the toilet seat.  "Have a seat," he said pointing to
the toilet.

I sat down and waited for the pastor to start the conversation.  I watched
him shave.  I had never seen a man shave before and it fascinated me.

"How are you feeling?  Have you fully recovered?"

"I feel fine.  I was pretty achy for a couple of days but I feel good
today.  Sorry about breaking your glass."

"It's just a glass.  I was more worried about you.  You dropped like a bag
of rocks."

"My mom says I should thank you for taking care of me."

"You're welcome.  I hope you would do the same for me if I needed help."

"Sure, as long as I knew what to do."

"So, how are things at home? He asked.

"Good.  My mom works a lot to pay the bills so I don't see her much."

"You know, you and I have a lot in common," he said as we washed off the
last bit of shaving cream.   "My dad died when I was ten years old."

"Really?"

"I'm an only child as well.  I know how hard it is to grow up without a
dad."  The pastor surprised me by pulling the towel from around his waist.
 He used it to dry off his face.  I quickly stole a glance at his dick.  It
too was exactly as I remembered.  My dick jerked inside my shorts.

The pastor threw the towel into a hamper and walked out of the bathroom.  I
jumped up and followed, watching his butt as he walked toward the bedroom.

"I really struggled as a kid.  I got into lots of trouble and almost ended
up in jail at one point."

"You, in jail?" I was shocked.

"Almost.  Fortunately for me a pastor in my neighborhood reached out to me.
 He took me under his wing and turned my life around." The pastor sat on
the edge of the bed.  He didn't seem to be in any hurry to get dressed.
 "Fortunately, I don't see you getting into trouble."

"My mom would kill me," I said.  I sat on the bed next to the pastor.  My
dick was getting hard from looking at the pastor's naked body.

"I doubt that, but I know what you mean.  Your mother is a good woman and
she is doing a great job raising you.  I just want you to know that if you
ever need anyone to talk to that you can come to me.  You can talk to me
about anything and whatever we discuss stays between you and me.  OK?"

"OK."

"And sometimes I might need to talk to someone.  Can I count on you?"

"Me?  Why would you want to talk to me?"

"I think you are a good guy, that's why.  And it works both ways.  Anything
I tell you, stays between you and me, right?"

"Right.  I wouldn't tell anyone," I said.  The idea of sharing secrets with
the pastor was exciting.

"Now, let's talk about what happened Saturday.  What do you remember?"

"It's a little foggy.  I remember fainting.  Then I remember being in the
shower with you.  Then next thing I remember was waking up in here."

"Nothing else?"

"Well...," I hesitated.  "There was something else, but I think it was a
dream."

"What was it?"

"I'm embarrassed to say," My dick was getting harder by the second.

"It's ok, Tim.  You can trust me.  Remember whatever we talk about stays
between you and me."

"Well, I remember sucking your dick and you sucked mine," I looked at the
floor wishing I hadn't said it.

"Ah, so you do remember," pastor said.

"You mean it happened?"

"Yes it did.  I want you to know that I enjoyed it very much.  Have you
ever done that before?"

"Only once," I didn't want to tell him about Max.

"Well, you are very good.  Did you like it?"

"Yes.  I like the taste of your cum," I said, probably a little to
excitedly.

"You did?"

"Yes. I remember it tasted sweet."

"Would you like to taste it again?"

"Yes, please."

"If I let you do this, you can never tell anyone.  Do you understand?
 Other people wouldn't understand.  It has to be our secret."

"I would never tell anyone."

"OK, then you can have your fun," he said as he spread his legs and
revealed his semi-hard dick.

I quickly dropped to my knees in front of the pastor.  I wrapped my hand
around his dick and stroked it a few times.  A clear substance began to
leak out of the slit.

"What's that?" I asked.

"That's called pre-cum.  It's the body's personal lubricant.  Feel it."

I wiped it off with my finger tip.  I rubbed my fingers together.  "It's
slippery."

"Taste it," he told me.

I licked my finger tips but there wasn't much left to taste.  I stroked the
pastor's dick a few more times and was rewarded with more pre-cum.  I
licked it off the tip of his dick.  I liked it but not as much as cum.

"It tastes good, but not as good as your cum."

"Well then you better get sucking if you want my load."

He didn't have to tell me twice.  I put my mouth on his dick and went to
work.  I wanted this to be a really good blowjob.  I moved my mouth up and
down his dick. I could feel it throbbing in my mouth.  I managed (with some
effort) to get his entire dick down my throat.   Once I got used to it I
was able to continually deepthroat him.

"You are really good.  Are you sure you've only done this twice before?" he
asked.

I nodded yes, not taking my mouth off his dick.

"Well, you will soon be rewarded for your efforts.  I'm getting close."

I took him deep down my throat and held him there.  Pastor began rubbing
the top of my head and moaning loudly.  Suddenly he grabbed my head and
pulled me off his dick.  The pastor jumped to his feet and turned me to
face him.  He began stroking his dick furiously.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

I did as he asked.  He aimed his dick at my mouth just as he began to
shoot.  I could see his dick shooting shot after shot into my mouth.  My
mouth was filling up quickly.  I quickly closed my mouth and swallowed.
 When I opened my mouth again the pastor pushed the head of his dick
inside.  I closed my mouth around his dick head and sucked out the rest of
his load.  When he was finally done shooting he dropped back onto the bed.

"Wow, you are one hot cocksucker.  You can do that to me any time.  I would
love to return the favor but I'm already running late."

"That's ok," I said.  I had shot a load in my underwear while I was sucking
the pastor.  I'd have to clean them when I got home.

The pastor got up from the bed and started to get dressed.  "What are you
doing on Thursday?" he asked.

"Nothing yet."

"Well Thursday is my day off.  How would you like to spend the day
together?"

"That would be cool," I said excitedly.

"Great.  I'll pick you up in the morning.  We'll go do something really
fun.  If your mom has any questions just have her give me a call."

"I don't think she will be worried since it's you."

The pastor finished getting dressed and we left together.  I practically
ran home so I could jerk off.

On Tuesday night I called one of my weekend appointments.  I had too many
to mow in one weekend and asked if I could mow his lawn one night during
week.  He agreed to let me mow it on Wednesday night.

After I finished my dinner I filled up the lawnmower and headed to my
appointment.  I found the house easily.  It was about five blocks away.  I
knocked on the front door and was greeted by a younger guy.  I was
expecting him to be about the same age as Max.  This guy was at least ten
years younger, maybe more.  He had a very athletic build and also had a
mustache and full beard.  The beard was neatly trimmed and looked very sexy.

"So, you're Tim?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hi Tim.  I'm Randy.  Go ahead and mow the lawn and then come and see me
when you are done." He said, looking me over.  It was still very hot so I
was wearing the same shorts I wore when I mowed Max's lawn.

I mowed his lawn as quickly as I could.  I kept picturing the guy in my
mind.  I think I had a hard-on the entire time I mowed the lawn.  I had to
shift it in my shorts so it was up against my stomach and mostly hidden by
my t-shirt.  When I was finished I knocked on the front door.

"Wow, you're fast," he said.  "Come on in."

I went into the guy's house.  He was obviously a sports fanatic.  There was
sports stuff all over the house.

"So, Max said you're a very talented kid," he said as he began to rub his
crotch.

I just hunched my shoulders.

He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his dick.  It was long and thick,
maybe a little bigger than the pastor's dick.  I was shocked how quickly
this guy pulled his dick out.

"Care to show me?" he said as he stroked his dick.

"OK," I said as I stepped over to the guy and dropped to my knees.  I took
his dick in my hand and guided it to my mouth.  I started sucking him deep
into my mouth.  His cock started growing and was soon rock hard.

"Oh, you are talented.  Let's get more comfortable," he said as he pulled
me off his dick.  He started walking down the hallway and motioned for me
to follow him.  He led me to his bedroom where he quickly stripped off his
clothes. He climbed onto the bed and propped himself up with some pillows.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed.  I got between the guys
legs and took his dick in my hand.  I gave it a few strokes admiring it.
 It was eight or nine inches long.  I took it in my mouth and sucked him
deep.  Randy put his hands behind his head and watched me suck him.

"That's it.  Suck my big dick.  I can tell you like it. You can suck me all
night long."

I was encouraged and really went to town.

"Wow, you are a hungry little cocksucker, aren't you.  I hope you like cum
because I haven't shot a load in two weeks.  I'm gonna feed you the biggest
load you've ever seen."

I loved having this guy talk to me while I sucked his dick.  It made me
feel special, like I was finally really good at something, something that
brought pleasure to grown men.

"Suck on my balls," he instructed.

I moved to his balls and began licking and sucking them.  I sucked on into
my mouth and then the other.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck them good."

I sucked on his balls for several minutes before he told me to suck his
dick again.

"Oh, yeah, suck my big dick.  Take it all!"

I forced his cock down my throat until my lips were pressing into his pubic
hair.  Randy put a hand on the back of my head and held my head down on his
dick.
"Swallow my cock!" he ordered.

I started to choke and Randy let go of my head.  I came up quickly coughing
and fighting for breath.

"What?  Too big for you?" he chuckled.

I thought what he did was mean but it also made me want it even more.
 "No," I said and sucked his dick back into my mouth.

"Good," Randy said and he pushed my head down on his cock again.  This time
he didn't hold my head down, however I surprised him by keeping his dick
completely down my throat after he let go of my head.

"Fuck," he moaned.  "You are so fucking good!  You're going to make me cum."

I started sucking up and down Randy's cock.  I wanted to taste his cum.

"Yeah, that's it.  I'm getting really close."

I pulled back and sucked on the head of his dick.  I wrapped my hand around
the shaft and began to stroke it hard.

Randy grabbed my head with both hands.  "Oh fuck!  Here is comes!"  Randy
shot so much cum into my mouth that I couldn't keep up with it.  Before I
could swallow some of it leaked out the corners of my mouth.  Finally I had
to pull off long enough to allow me to swallow.  I quickly sucked his cock
back into my mouth not wanting to miss a single drop of cum.  I kept
sucking Randy's dick long after he was finished shooting.

"Man, you are one cum hungry kid.  I'm glad Max referred you to me,' Randy
said, smiling.

"So am I," I said smiling back.

Randy paid me twenty dollars for the mowing and the blowjob.  I pocketed
the money and headed for home.  I was so horny that I had to do something.
 I couldn't walk into the house with a hard on.  I passed a vacant lot on
my way home.  I pushed my lawnmower behind a tree.  I pulled out my dick
and started to jack off.  I was just about to shoot when someone called out.

"What do we have here?"

I looked up to see Scott Stevens standing a few feet away.  I had been
caught.  Scott was one of the bullies at my school.  He stood at least six
inches taller than me and several pounds heavier.

"Look at Timmy playing with his little dick," Scott teased.  He walked over
to me and stood a foot or two away.  "Playing with yourself in public is
very dangerous.  You never know who is going to walk by.  I wonder what
your mom would say?"

"Leave me alone Scott," I said as I stuffed my dick back into my shorts.
 It was so hard it almost hurt.  I really needed to cum.

"I'll leave you alone," He said, poking his finger into my chest.  "Right
after you suck my dick."  He reached down and unzipped his shorts.  He
reached inside and pulled out his already hard dick.  His dick was about
the same length as mine but a little thicker.  "Come on," he demanded.
"Suck my dick or I tell your mom what you were doing."

"I don't care if you tell.  She won't believe you."

"OK, then suck my dick or I beat the crap out of you," he said angrily.  He
put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground.  I looked at Scott's
dick, not making any attempt to suck him.

"Come on," he said as he pulled my head toward his dick.  I opened my mouth
and let him push his dick inside.  I decided that if he wanted his dick
sucked, I would show him how good I was.  I sucked Scott deep into my mouth.

"I knew you would be a good cocksucker.  I could just tell."

I sucked up and down Scott's teenage dick.  Within seconds he was shooting
his load into my mouth.

"Man," he said.  "That was hot.  I didn't know it would feel that good.  I
think from now on, you'll suck my dick whenever I want."  He stuffed his
dick into his pants and started to walk away.  "I'll be seeing you around!"

As soon as Scott was out of sight I pulled my dick out again and started
stroking it.  It only took seconds for me to shoot my load all over the
ground.  I stuffed my dick into my shorts and headed for home.

End Part Three