Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 21:10:24 PST
From: Chuck Guy <cr_nj@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer Lawn Job

M/m underwear fetish  a fictionalized recollection of my lawn job 
by Chuck Root
cr_nj@hotmail.com


Chapter 1
It all started with Mr. Adamson

Summer jobs were tough to come by, so when I managed to line up several
lawn cutting jobs I was happy.  I'd cut each lawn once a week and do some
extra clean up work when needed.  The pay was OK and as I got to know my
customers better, the job became easier and more interesting.
 
The Adamsons were one of the better customers.  Both of them were teachers.
She had been my fifth grade teacher and Mr. Adamson was my high school math
teacher. From May through June it had been the same each time.  I would cut
the lawn and then knock on the door.  Mr. or Mrs. Adamson would give me a
check.  They would always ask me in for a cold drink.
 
One day in July, I was working up a sweat when I noticed Mr. Adamson
watching from his second floor window.  I could only see him when I made
the turn at the far end of the lawn.

He seemed to move back into the shadows of the room when I turned and
pushed my mower in his direction.  I finished and as usual I went to the
back door and knocked.
 
Mr. Adamson came to the door dressed in his robe. He seemed a little
different this morning, almost as though the heat of the July summer
morning was getting to him.  It was obvious that he was naked under his
robe. It was slightly open and although I couldn't really see anything I
found myself looking.  I realized I may have been staring too long but when
I looked up and saw a small smile on Mr. A's face.
 
We stood there for a second just looking at each other.  I guess we were
somewhere between being embarrassed and excited.  I had seen lots of naked
guys before but today there was a strange electricity to the situation.

"I've watched you all year in my class and now I've watched you working in
my yard.  This may be the biggest mistake of my life but I have to do
something."

I wasn't sure about what he was saying but he continued...

"Chuckie, I think it's time I gave you a tip instead of just the check.
If I've made a big mistake, tell me and I'll stop."

We stepped slightly apart.  Mr. A's robe now open to his waist.  He
shrugged his shoulders and the robe dropped to the floor.  He stood naked
and excited.  His cock was gigantic and starting to fill with a warm flush
of an erection.  It was the first uncut cock I had ever seen.
 
He took a step toward me and reached to push a sweaty lock of hair out of
my face. His eyes travelled down and then back up straight into my eyes.
He took the bottom edge of my t-shirt and by sliding his hands up from my
waist, he forced my shirt up and over my head.  It dropped into a white
pile on the floor. I stood there bare chested. A chill ran up my back on
that hot summer afternoon.

His hand traced a path back down my chest and stopped where the waistband
of my boxers showed above my jeans. He slid a finger behind the elastic and
moved it back and forth across the front edge of the waist, pulling just
enough to still touch my belly as he teased the cloth.

His hands went to my fly and unsnapped the copper button. He slowly lowered
my zipper and allowed my jeans to slip to the floor, pulled by gravity.  I
stood there dressed only in my loose boxer shorts, a teenage hard on
pressing the plaid, cotton into a tent, my jeans gathered around my ankles.
Mr.  Adamson reached for my bulge and grabbed my hardening cock between his
thumb and forefinger.  The warmth of his hand seeped through the cloth
barrier. He pressed firmly and moved my stiff teenage cock upward, its head
pushing through the gaping fly and out into sight.  A drop of precum juice
already forming.
 
His hands now moved again. He stretched the waist of my boxers out and
down, pushing my last piece of clothing ahead of them.  They fell down my
thighs and rested on top of my stripped down jeans, gently binding my legs
together. He gently grasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward
himself.  I could feel my hard on press into the pubic hair that covered
his cock and balls.  My hard on touching his.  His chest pressed against my
chest.  My own arms automatically circled his waist.
 
Mr. Adamson dropped slowly to his knees, his hands striping the jeans and
boxers past my sneakers as I took to small steps. I stood naked. He licked
his lips, only inches from my cock.  Looking up he moved to the swollen
shaft and took it in his mouth. He loudly sucked the drop of clear
lubricant from the tip.
 
"I'm going to make you cum, Chuck.  Is that O.K.?"

"Oh yes.  Please."
 
His hand circled my cock and began massaging it up and down slowly.  Each
upward stroke seemed to pull more excitement from my crotch.  Lips wetly
nibbled while each stroke lifted my balls slightly.  I knew I couldn't hold
my load any longer.  In only moments I was at the edge of orgasm.
 
"Oh God...I'm going to come.  Oh wow!  Ahhhhh..."
 
Mr. A squeezed firmly and kissed the tip of my cock for one last moment.  I
felt the first blast of jism start at my balls and move up my swollen
shaft.  It exploded as his lips moved away.  My cum arced through the air
and fell toward his face and chest.  A second spurt quickly followed the
first as Mr.  Adamson firmly stroked my cock.  A third shudder went through
me and I again saw my juices fly into empty air.  A fourth ooze of creamy
cum dribbled out of the slit at the tip of my cock and formed a heavy drop
that appeared ready to fall to the floor.  Mr. Adamson tilted his head and
kissed the side of my now softening cock.  A milky flow of my juices
covered my penis and his curled fingers. His hands still gripped me and he
pulled my softening cock toward himself one final time before he released
it.
 
Still heavy with excitement, my cock hung down.  Mr. Adamson had picked up
my boxers and was gently wiping his fingers, face and chest.  He finished
and started cleaning my penis.  The soft cotton absorbed my teenage cum and
dried me. The attention actually started making me hard again.  I swelled
upward, lifting free of the cloth that now was grooming my pubic hair.
 
"I think you're getting hard again Chuckie."
 
"Mr. Adamson, I can't believe how good that was.  I felt like I came from
my toes."
 
"Let's see if I can capture your interest again because I'd love to have
your young meat in me the next time.  What do you say, we'll try again?"
 
His hands again cupped my balls and gently pressed them up into me.  His
fingers touched that super sensitive spot between my legs and behind my
nuts.  One finger moved back and forth where the cheeks of my ass started
and each time moved closer to my puckered asshole.
 
I had a hard on again.  It was bigger and redder looking then the first.
My balls hung loosely in Mr. Adamson's palms. His finger now rested on that
very private button between my buns.
 
"I'm hot Chuckie.  I want you now, right here. I need that cock.  I want
you to fuck me.  Have you ever fucked a guy?"

I could not speak.  I shook my head "no."

Mr. A reached toward the robe that lay on the ground.  He came back with a
tube of K-Y lubricant in his fist.  He squeezed a generous amount onto his
hand and gently rubbed it into my erect cock.  "Nice and slippery.  I'll
have that cock in me."

He turned away, still kneeling on the floor.  He leaned over and pushed his
ass up toward me.  "Fuck this ass."  I stepped between his legs.  My cock
pointed toward the brown hole between the cheeks of his ass.
 
I knelt down. His legs apart. Our bodies pressed.  The warmth filled the
space between as my cock rested near that puckered hole.  I let the swollen
head move closer, its first contact flooding me with more excitement.  He
looked back at me.  "Go ahead Chuck.  Fuck that ass."

I guided my cock to the hole.  The tip pressed and then entered.  A ring of
tight muscle gripped me and created a warm feeling.  Mr. A groaned.  I was
afraid I may have hurt him and started to pull out.  His one hand quickly
reached back and pulled my thigh up closer to his.

"Fuck me Chuck." A rhythm I had no control over took charge.

My legs and back flexed, in increasing speed pumping me in and out.  Mr.  A
lifting to meet my thrusts as he matched my excitement.  I had never fucked
anyone who responded like this.  The excitement seemed to spill from Mr.
Adamson into me and fueled my own passions.
 
"Oh God Chuckie I need this.  Oooh you're good.  Such a big cock for such a
young guy."
 
The words were the final push over the edge.  I could feel myself coming.
For the second time within minutes, gobs of cum were spurting from my cock.
It filled Mr. Adamson with pump after pump of creamy juices.

We both made animal noises as we climaxed.  I felt my toes tingle and goose
bumps formed on my back.  Mr. A's cock was still hard.  He seemed flushed
with a red heat.  We stayed together for a few moments.  I closed my eyes.
 
"Not bad for a young stud Chuckie.  There is nothing like an enthusiastic
young cock."
 
I didn't know how to answer.  My dick was quickly returning to its normal
size.  I felt it pull free of Mr. Adamson's hot wet ass and droop toward
the floor beneath us.
 
"Now don't be all embarrassed and sullen on me.  You were great.  Your
tight buns were what first caught my attention but I've got to admit that
the rest of you measures up too." I still felt tongue tied.
 
"Go ahead Chuck.  Get yourself dressed and don't worry about anything.
Don't try to explain your feelings.  I know I felt great and that is
something that should make you happy too."
 
I quickly slid my jeans on.  I grabbed my t-shirt and stood up.  I backed
away and left through the kitchen door, looking back to see Mr. Adamson
still on the floor, looking up at me and smiling.

				   ****
 
 About three days later a small package arrived in the mail. I opened it
and found a pair of navy blue briefs and a note.
 
      
Chuck,
 
You really were exactly what I needed. I enjoyed every second of it.  You
left without your boxers.  I've kept them because I get excited thinking of
you still in them.  I'd love to see you in these the next time.
                                 A
 

Just the thought of Mr. Adamson being really excited about me made me start
to get a hard on again.  I went up to my room and stood in front of my
mirror.  I was good looking, tall and thin with some muscle starting.  My
brown hair wasn't too long and it didn't cover my body too much.  I was a
collection of nice average things.  I never was embarrassed about being
naked in the locker room but I wasn't hung like a horse either.
 
I started to undress and pictured Mr. A watching.  When I was naked, I
slipped the underwear on.  It was like wearing a competition bathing suit.
My penis and balls seemed to fill the crotch and be more obvious.  I had
wanted some shorts like this but never knew how to convince my Mom that
they were worth the extra money.  I made up my mind that my next trip to
Mr. A's would be made wearing his gift.  Thinking about it had given me a
hard on.  It showed very clearly in the sexy blue shorts. I slid my cock
out and slowly jerked off, thinking the entire time about Mr. A.
 
				   ****

The rest of the week flew by and I found myself getting ready to go cut the
lawn at Adamson's.  I scrubbed up and dressed in the blue underwear.  I put
on a good pair of jeans and a T-shirt.  I figured that the big problem
would be figuring out how to cut the lawn without working up a sweat.

Mr. Adamson's car was in the drive when I arrived.  I followed my usual
routine and unloaded the mower and other tools.  I cut the lawn, looking
constantly toward the house.  After finishing I walked to the back door the
same as I had done many times before.  My mouth was dry from the
nervousness of the moment.

Mr. Adamson was waiting.

"Hi Chuckie. Come on in."

"I stumbled through a hello and entered the home. He was dressed in his
robe again.

"Did you get my note?" he asked

"Yes.  I did what you asked and wore them."

"How do they look?"

"OK I guess."

"OK you guess.  Come on how did they really look? Did you like them?"

"Yeah.  I think they're sharp."

"Tell me the truth now.  Did you try them on the day you got them?"

"Yeah I did."

"Did you get all excited thinking about me when you put them on?"

"Yeah, I did."

"I bet you even got a hard on."

I was getting embarrassed and could feel the warmth of my blush.  I tried
to act casual.  "Sure I got a hard on."

"I figured that you would try them on and check it out in a mirror.  I
mailed them and then sat home for two days picturing you trying them on.  I
got off on the idea a few times.  Did you."

"Yeah."

"I'm serious.  Did you get off on thinking about me and wearing the
underwear.  I want to know.  Did you?  Did you get excited and come?"

"Yes."

"Do me a favor Chuck.  Act like you just got them today.  Do what you did
that day.  I want to see you in real doing what I imagined."

I thought I knew what Mr. Adamson wanted but stood paralyzed with youthful
fear.

"Don't worry Chuck.  Just do what you did that day.  I want to see you
standing there and I need to see you excited and coming."

I had no doubts now.  I began undressing.  I slipped my shirt off and
watched Mr. Adamson watching me.  I bent over and slipped my sneakers and
socks off.  Straightening up I looked into Mr. Adamsons' face, now flushed
with excitement.  His eyes moved up and down my body.  I unbuttoned my
jeans and lowered the fly, feeling my manhood growing.  I stepped out of my
pants and stood there dressed the same as that day in front of the mirror.
My penis pushing against the tight blue briefs. I reached and pushed it off
to the side and then pressed it against my belly with my hand.

"Move your hand Chuck.  Let me see that solid young cock."

I did as he asked and stood there as he eyed my swollen manhood trapped
tightly against my body.

"God you're good looking Chuck.  Such a fine young body.  Turn around.  Let
me see your tight buns." I followed his direction and modeled the briefs.
Turning and flexing or stretching when asked .

"Let me see that cock. Let me see you stroke that fine young cock. Let it
free."

I slide the briefs over my hard on and dropped them to the floor.  My erect
penis pointed out toward Mr. Adamson but moved in upward jerks as the
excitement made me harder.

"Go ahead Chuck.  Feel your own hard cock. I want to see exactly what you
did that day."

I began jerking off.  My one hand moving up and down the shaft of my boner
while my other hand cupped my balls and kneaded them. I had never jerked
off with some one watching.  This had always been a solitary pleasure that
I enjoyed.

Mr. Adamson continued to watch.  He moved his hands and began rubbing his
chest and belly.  The tip of his tongue showed at his lips.

As I became more excited I closed my eyes.  I could feel Mr. A moving
closer.  His hands now rested on my bare shoulders as he pressed down
slightly.  I opened my eyes and sank to my knees.  His hot cock only inches
from my face.  He continued to press, making me sit back then lay down on
the floor.  My erect cock now pointed toward the ceiling as I continued to
jerk off.

He straddled me, one foot on either side of my hips.  His robe hanging
loose.  He began to sit slowly.  His ass moving toward my hard penis.  His
hand reached for my cock and joined my own as we both stroked my cock.  The
tube of K-Y appeared again and coated my joint with its shinny
slickness. The warm cheeks of his ass touched the swollen head on my cock
and continued down as he impaled himself on my erection.

The warmth of his body surrounded me and the wetness seemed to almost run
down my stiffness.  I felt him tighten his "grip" on me as he slowly worked
up and down.  Noises began coming from him that again fueled my passion.  I
never realized a sound or a word could be erotic.  I lifted to meet each
movement from his wonderful body.  My nuts seemed to tighten as they
readied themselves for another wonderful orgasm.  He reached for my nipples
and squeezed them between his finger and thumb.

"Good. Oh so good.  You have got a really great cock Chuckie."

He rocked now.  He gripped his own hard cock and jerked off. His rhythm
grew quicker and the strokes shortened.  I knew both of us were about to
climax.

"Oh, Jesus.  Ahhh.  Now Chuck.  Come now.  Ahhh."

We came.  Together.  We rode out several waves before slowing and then
stopping.  I stayed pinned to the floor, my chest lifting with deep
breathes of satisfaction. Puddles of Mr. A cum spattered my chest.
Mr. Adamson rubbed my chest again.  He looked toward the ceiling, but his
eyes were closed.

I could feel my cock shrinking and the warm juices of our lovemaking
flooding onto my belly and balls.  I didn't want to move and disturb
Mr. Adamson.  After several moments he looked down.

"Chuck you really are good for me.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do?"

I answered, "It is really great." Not knowing what else to say.

He got up, his robe falling back into place and clothing him while I lay
naked on the floor.  I started to get up and he pressed me back down by
putting his foot on my chest.

"Chuck, I'll give you more then a roll in the hay if you'll do something
for me right now."

"Sure."

"Could you get hard again right now and come again?"

"I guess."

"Chuck if you can come for me in the next ten minutes I'll give you twenty
bucks.  I won't help.  You've got to do it alone while I watch."

I looked down at my soft cock and figured "What the hell."

Taking it in the fingers of my hand I began pulling it back into a hard on.
I was surprised at how little effort it took.  Within moments my cock was
again hard and swollen.  My eyes closed as I shut out my audience and
worked on coming.  I could hear Mr. Adamson move slightly.  "Oh, don't let
me interrupt. Go ahead and finish .... Keep going."

I found myself starting again.  I don't know the real reasons why.  It
might have been the excitement of having such an attentive audience or
something else.  All I know is that there I was, masturbating on the floor
of a 30 year old man's house while he got himself off.

I did come.  I opened my eyes and watched myself coming again.  Mr.
Adamson had moved closer. His load spattered on my chest and belly.

				   ****

It was only two days later when I got the phone call.

"Chuck."

"Yeah Mom."

"There's a call for you.  I think it's one of your lawn customers."

"O.K. I'll be right down." I answered, going to the phone in the kitchen.

"Hello"

"Hi, Chuck.  It's me, George Adamson.  I wanted to call and thank you for
the good work the last time."

"O.K. I had fun too."

"Good.  Look I called for another reason.  I have a friend who has heard my
praises of your work and would like to employ you.  What do you think?"

"I am sort of full up Mr. Adamson.  One rainy day fouls up the entire
cutting schedule."

"Chuck I don't think you understand.  My friend lives in an apartment and
doesn't have any lawn."

"OH?"

"Yes.  His name is Brown and he is a very good friend of mine.  I mentioned
you, not by name of course, and he got very interested.  You could probably
do a nice pleasant job and get lots of cash."

"I don't think I could.  Not really.  Not if you mean doing what I think
you mean."

"Don't say no just yet Chuck.  Why not think about it and if you want, talk
some more to me about it."

"I sure I can't do it. I mean that's against the law or something."

"Chuck, relax.  This guy is divorced and has lots of cash. No one will know
but us."

"I don't know."


Chapter 2
It continued with Mr. Brown

I ended up back at Mr. Adamson's house two days later. He had called and
asked if I could give him a hand that day.  There was an unfamiliar car in
the drive but I didn't pay much attention to it as I went to the back door.

Mr. Adamson answered and asked me in.  He had on a dark robe and smelled
great.  As we entered the living room I spotted a second man and I knew
right away that this must be Mr. Brown.

"Chuck I would like you to meet my good friend Mr. Andy Brown."

"How do you do sir."

"Fine Chuck.  I've heard a lot about you."

I started to blush.

"I understand you're a little hesitant to help me out."

"It's not that really.."  I glared at Mr. Adamson who only smiled and said,
"Look Chuck, Mr. Brown is a very good friend.  I assured him that you were
a pleasant, discrete young man."

"Besides that Chuck, George described you as such a handsome young stud, I
couldn't resist. He said you're really hot looking in those blue briefs he
gave you."

"I just don't know how right this all is."

"Look Chuck.  You're a nice kid and I'm a nice guy.  From what George has
said, I have no doubt you really enjoy getting it on.

I again could feel the warmth of a blush turn me red.  I had nothing to
say.

"I'd really like to see you and would even have a real nice gift if we hit
it off.  What do you think?  Maybe tonight?"

				   ****

I showed up.  It must have been the lure of the sex and the money.  I was
nervous about the entire evening.  I had showered and dressed in clean
jeans and shirt.  I even wore the blue briefs that Mr. Adamson had given
me.  Mr. Brown answered the door in a terry cloth robe.

"I'm so glad you decided to come.  Please." he motioned me inside.

I started to try to explain why I had come and was stopped.  "You don't
have to try to explain Chuck.  You just have to be a good employee."

I was a little taken back by his attitude and realized within minutes that
I was in over my head.

"Please take off your clothing." he instructed as he stood back in an
observing pose.

I started to stammer a protest and was stopped again.  "I'd like you to
take off everything Chuck. I'd like to see you naked."

I was there and nothing would undo that so I figured I'd make the best of
it. I started to take my clothing off and put it on a chair.  Piece by
piece I became more naked.  When I wore only the blue briefs I hesitated
and looked at Mr. Brown.

"George was right.  You look very hot in those."  He stepped closer and
reached out. His fingers lightly traced over my rear and around my cock and
balls that were tightly held in the pouch. "But let's get you fully
undressed.  I'd really like you to be naked."

I slipped out of the briefs.  I was bare and still standing in the living
room.  Mr. Brown had watched the entire time and a few times made comments.
I stood in the center of the room and stared straight ahead trying not to
be embarrassed as he walked around my naked body as though he were buying a
car.  I guess in a way he was.

"Chuck you are a real nice find.  I think George has found himself a
prize."

I had nothing to say and could only watch Mr. Brown as he continued to
appraise his merchandise.  His hand reached out several times and touched
me but never on my partially erect cock.

"You have such warm looking young skin Chuck.  Such a warm, young body.  Do
you masturbate?"

The question caught me by surprise. "What?"

"Do you masturbate?  You know.  Play with yourself."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well so do I Chuck.  I have some special needs that I hope you can
fulfill."

I stared without knowing what to say.

"I'm going to help you masturbate.  You see I have this desire involving a
good looking young stud like you, so much like my son. I wanted to help him
masturbate but he lives with his mother and I rarely get to see him.

He turned and picked up a tan colored plastic cock that had been hidden out
of sight.  He twisted the base and a faint vibrating sound filled the room.
Mr. B's robe was open and his hairy cock was visible.  He began rubbing the
vibrating cock along the inside of his thighs and up over his slightly
swollen cock.  His other hand toyed with his nipples.

"Jerk off Chuck.  Watch me and jerk off.  Watch me fuck myself with this
cock and get hard wishing it was you who were fucking me."

I grasped my cock and slowly rubbed it to a full hardness. I watched as Mr.
Brown moved the head of the vibrator between his balls and thigh. He rubbed
its vibrating length into the crack of his ass.  He circled back out and
around his waist.  The vibrating dildo now attacked his ass from behind. He
bent forward and pressed it against his ass hole.

"Don't cum Chuck.  Get close but don't cum.  You wait until I'm finished
because then I'm going to take this same cock and fuck you with it."

His words caught me off guard.  My hardon started to soften in my hands.

"I'm going to lube this up and fuck you.  I'll make you so hot.  This cock
up your ass and me making you cum."

I knew I was in way over my head but suddenly realized I wanted to be.  "Oh
yeah." was all I could say.

"Sit on the couch." he said, directing me to a long sofa.  "Now lay back.
That's a good boy." I was on my back on the hard couch.  One leg hung off
the side and rested on the floor the other was propped up and resting along
the back.  My balls were hot and heavy as they hung exposed between my open
legs.  My fist continued pumping my hard cock.

Mr. Brown straddled my leg, his heavy balls almost touching my thigh.  His
cock erect and dripping.  He moved the dildo away from his own ass and sat
down riding my leg like a small child playing "horsey" with an adult.  The
vibrating cock moved around the base of his cock as he rocked back and
forth on my thigh. It was obvious that he was very excited.

My own excitement had also become obvious.  I kept fucking my fist.  Slowly
at first and then faster.  A drop of precum had formed and I reached with a
single finger and smoothed the slickness over the swollen head on my
erection.  A second drop quickly oozed out.

Mr. Brown's rhythm changed.  Faster then slower.  I knew he was coming.
His eyes closed and he arched slightly. I could feel and see waves of
pleasure moving across his body.  I stopped my own jerking off and just
watched.  My cock was grasped in my motionless hand, fingers wrapped
lightly around it.  We seemed to stay that way for several minutes.  Then
his eyes opened and he looked down at me.  "Watch Chuck," he ordered and
suddenly globs of cum erupted from his cock.  Each load arched up and then
fell back down, landing on my leg, cock, balls and belly.  His white cum
glistened on my own dark pubic hair.

"So hot.  So very hot." he said. He moved the dildoe to me.  He pushed it
along my leg and up through the puddles of cum that covered my bush of
pubic hair.  "Are you ready?" he asked.

"No. ... I don't know." was all I could answer.

Mr. B reached toward my exposed balls.  He cradled them gently in his
fingers and palm.  Tugging and lifting as they moved within their loose
skin sack.  I could feel them begin to tighten and pull closer to my body.
His hand slid up my cock and joined my own hand as we both grasped my cock
just under its head where it was smooth and hairless.

He reached with his finger and captured the crystal drop of lubricant from
the tip of my cock.  He pointed toward my puckered asshole.  I found myself
spreading my legs wider.  I could feel the cheeks of my ass opening as I
exposed my butt.  I could feel his finger gently touch me and rub the drop
of pre cum on the rim of my hole. He paused for a moment and reached for a
tube of K-Y that was hidden nearby.  He squeezed a two inch line of the
cold gel onto my hardon.  Dropping the tube, he scooped a finger full of
the gel and returned to my ass.  This time he rubbed for a few moments and
then began pressing his finger into my hole.  I could feel the finger enter
me and push past the tight ring of my ass.

"That's a good boy.  Let me fuck your ass.  Does it feel good?"

"Oh yeah." was all I could reply...over and over..."Oh yeah."

His hand pressed my balls up into my crotch as more of his finger slipped
into me.  It pressed against the inside of me and made me feel like I had
never felt before.  "This is just the starter Chuckie. Get that ass
loosened up."

I looked as he moved the vibrating dildo up my thigh and around my balls
and hard cock.  He rubbed its tickling rigid length onto my belly and
around my naval.  It hummed back to my cock and he twisted it in the gel
that still coated my cock.  The dildoe glistened with the wetness from his
cum and the slippery K-Y. "Now I'm going to fuck you good."

His finger was replaced with the dildo.  I could feel the vibrations at the
entrance to my body.  It rested right there for a moment and then pressed
in.  "Aaaugh.  Oh." The pain and the pleasure mixed in a confusing rush.
Mr. Brown began moving the dildo and riding my leg in rhythm.  "Fuck you
Chuck.  I want to fuck you."  Gently at first and then deeper and faster.
The plastic cock filled me and pressed against me.  I lifted my legs and
spread them wider.  I found myself reaching and grasping my thighs to pull
them higher.  Mr. Brown seemed to have ESP...slowing just enough and
becoming gentle...  then pressing and jerking my cock.  I was going to
shoot.

Cum oozed out of my cock.  It didn't shoot out but bubbled up in a series
of ecstatic waves. The feeling was intense as the cum slowly flowed from
the tip of my cock and ran down its length, over his fingers and onto my
already moist pubic hair.

We stopped.  Out of breath, I lay there panting.  The cock turned off and
motionless but still stuck deep into my body.  Mr. Brown still straddling
my leg.

"Taste it." he ordered.

"What?"

"Taste it.  Taste our cum."

I hesitated.  He again reached for my balls. This time his grip was less
gentle.  "Taste it."  I understood that it was an order not a request. I
looked down the length of my chest and across my belly.  My bare skin with
its fine down of hair was covered with several puddles of our cum.  The
nakedness suddenly scared me. Everything had felt so good but now I felt
frightened.  Mr. Brown's other hand still curled around my softening dick.
He stroked me one final time, moving up the length of my cock and
collecting a small wave of jism.

"Taste it", he said.  His finger now poised near my lips.  I opened my
mouth and my tongue stuck out.  It tasted salty.  The taste flowed
throughout my mouth.  It had a powerful taste.  I liked it.


Chapter 3
New Underwear

It was only a week after my experience with Mr. Brown's vibrator and I was
back with Mr. A.  I was again doing just what he wanted and this time he
had me standing in the dressing room of the local men's store, wearing just
my underwear and socks, being waited on by a gay salesman who was just
about my age.  Mr. A even managed to be standing right there in the
dressing room with us as he watched and orchestrated the day.  I'm getting
ahead of myself.  Let me tell you how I got here...

I was very hesitant to return to Mr. Adamson's.  My experience at Mr.
Brown's had left me a little frightened.  When I knew I couldn't avoid
cutting the lawn any longer I went to do the work.  I figured I'd do it
late in the day when I was hot and sticky and the chance of Mrs. Adamson
coming home would keep Mr.  A wary.  I was so torn between the sexual
learning and excitement and the fear of what might happen.

I finished the job with sweat dripping.  I figured that I looked less
attractive than ever when I went to the rear door for my check.  Mr. A was
there.

It was so similar to our early "meetings".  He smiled, I smiled.  My cock
began to swell.  I totally lacked control.

"I've been hoping to see you Chuck.  I thought you may be avoiding me."

"No sir," I stammered.

"The lawn needed cutting so badly.  I'm glad you got over here to cut it. "

"So am I."

"I went shopping the other day.  I almost bought you something but I
decided not to.  Do you want to know why?"

"You don't have to buy me anything."

"I like to. What I did was go to the local men's store. I talked to the
young man who there.  He was about your age but not as good looking.  I
think I embarrassed him."

I could believe it.

"I told him I was looking for some clothing for my son.  I said I needed
everything from socks to suits and all that was inbetween. We even talked
about what kind of underwear I should buy for you. Isn't that a laugh.  I
told him that you had asked for boxers but I thought you should have
something that was a little sexier.  I told him that you're so afraid of
being different when you undress in the school locker room, that you still
wear that boring stuff ."

My hardon was growing.

"I asked him what other guys were wearing and forced him to show me all
different kinds of briefs and boxers.  I didn't want to get you the same
type as the blue ones I got for you last time.  I even asked him what kind
of underwear he wore."

I could feel the warmth of excitement and embarrassment reddening my face.

"He told me that he liked Calvin Klein boxer briefs which were cut nice.
He said that they even come in white so you could look traditional."

My hard on had to be showing but I tried not to look down at it.

"I finally told him that I was too confused to decide and I might have to
come back. I asked him if he'd help if I returned with my son.  He nearly
fainted.  Do you believe that Chuck?"

"Yeah...I bet."

"Well he told me that he'd be happy to help any way that he could and that
he always worked the morning hours."

"I don't think this is too good an idea."

"Chuck, maybe I didn't make myself clear.  I told him I'd be back with my
son.  I would really enjoy going back there and having you with me."

"But Mr. A., you said the guy is queer.  I really don't think..."

"That's the beauty of it.  Don't you see what a tease we could both be."

"But Mr. A..."

"Chuck, I don't want to force you but it would be just so much fun."

I blushed and remained silent.

"And besides, If I enjoy it I'll make sure that you enjoy it."

				   *****

That's how it started. Mr. A told me to show up at his home the next
morning.  I was to be scrubbed and neatly dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
He said to wear the oldest underwear that I had.  The more worn the better.
I had to admit that the thought of what might happen had made me a bit
excited.

"Ready to do some shopping Chuck?"

"Sure Mr. A." I replied and we drove off to the store.  I was instructed to
call Mr. A "Dad" or he'd be very upset.


The salesman spotted us as soon as we entered the empty store.  He had just
unlocked the door for opening.  "Dad" reminded him that he had been in
before and was coming back with his "son" to buy everything from his
underwear - out for him.  He threw me for a loss when he turned to me and
said, "Tell him what you want, Chuck."

(to be continued)