Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 22:48:12 -0700
From: Mark Smithe <markrsmithe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lawn Boy - Chapter 2

The Lawn Boy - Chapter 2

This story is pure fiction. Any similarity to any other events or names is
pure accidental.

This story will eventually  involve sexual acts between older and younger
men. If you are underage, if this literature is offensive to you, or it is
illegal for you to view such content where you are reading it, stop reading
the story.

This story cannot be copied or distributed without my permission.

This is my first attempt at writing a story. Your email support and
suggestions will make me want to continue this story. You can reach me at
markrsmithe@gmail.com.

Authors Note: While I am writing this story from Mark's point of view I
realize to best way to learn about David is to let him speak from his
viewpiont in this chapter. Chapter 3 will revert back to Mark's viewpoint.

Chapter 2

[David's viewpoint]

Maybe my life was finally going to change for the better. Someone wanted my
help. Was my mom finally going to see I was a man? I didn't remember my
father as he was killed by a drunk driver when I was two. All my life I
just want to be normal but I needed a father to help me grow into what that
was.

I had worked hard today and decided I needed a shower before bed. Mark had
offered to let me use the shower in the Jacuzzi building bit I was not
ready to even consider stripping down at his place. While some might say I
had a bit of definition I felt that I was just too skinny. I sort of stayed
in shape by running. It started as a way to not have to deal with others.
If they couldn't catch me I never had to talk to them.

I stripped down and headed to the bathroom. I could be naked upstairs. Mom
had her bedroom downstairs and never came up except to clean. While I
enjoyed the big mirror in the bathroom I was never sure if what I saw was
any good or just something to hide from others.

I hope I grow some more. 5' 8" and 130 pounds was not enough for me as I
still hoped to make at least 6'. I did like my blond hair and blue gray
eyes. The hair around cock and balla was brown with trail up to my navel.
Was that normal? I avoided changing with the other guy and tried not to
look at them because, when I did my cock started rise. I didn't need the
ribbing and the comments. Just looking at myself in the mirror was making
my cock rise. It would soon be its full 7" and hard as can be. I didn't
need that now.

Maybe the shower would help it go down. One I felt clean I turned the shows
to cold to make my cock go down. It helped for now but I was not sure if I
could keep it down. I threw on some shorts and went down to say goodnight
to mom. I would have a full day tomorrow at Marks.

As I lay down to bed and tried to relax my mind was drawn to Mark and his
awesome body. Seeing him with his shirt off made my cock hard. I don't know
why but I did not need the pain. I had started to sleep in the nude this
year and my hand found its way to my hard cock. I wanted to touch it but I
didn't want the pain. Maybe I could try the new way that worked last time.
I slid down the covers and spread my legs. I had learned that if I rubbed
my inner thighs and under my balls I could get my cock to start to leak. I
had also learned that when I pinched my nipples I could feel it down in my
balls. I liked to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it but I know I
could only get in a couple of strokes before the pain would get too bad. I
had to get close to release or the pain would over shadow the feeling when
I came. Was it supposed to feel this way? I had heard the guys in the
locker room talking about the good feeling they got. Was I doing something
wrong? Could I get help? Could I ask Mark? That did it. Remembering Mark
and his hot pecs sent me over the edge and I was shooting without having to
pull on my cock and feeling the usual pain. I shot more than I ever had
before with the first shot almost reaching my chin.

After wiping up the mess with my underwear I realized I was relaxed enough
to sleep. I started to drift off thinking about Mark. Was I gay? Was this
normal? How could I ever find out?

*****

The next morning I woke with my usual hardon. I had learned how to relieve
myself in the morning to make go down painlessly. After dressing in a clean
pair of shorts and a tank top I scarfed down a quick breakfast and headed
over to Marks. I used my key to open the gate and entered the back yard.
>From there I could see mark working in the kitchen. He looked up, saw me
and called me inside. I entered the kitchen thinking he would be in his
shorts like yesterday but my jaw fell open when I saw what he was wearing.
I turned around until I was looking the other way. I was sure he would want
to put more clothes on. Mark noticed my embarrassment and reminded me that
he told me liked to go nude around the house but since he didn't want to
scare me he had left his underwear on. Underwear? I had never seen anything
like it.  I guess it was a jock strap but instead of holding everything
tight and protected it just let everything hang loose. The elastic around
the waist said Andrew Christian on it. I had never seen it in the store but
then I had nothing to display in one anyway. Mark told me I was allowed to
look. It was just us guys and he had nothing I didn't have. That may be
true but I could never wear anything that revealing.

Mark had just finished cooking breakfast and invited me to join him. While
we ate he talked about what he wanted to do with the yard. Some bushes to
remove and some to add... weeds to pull and mulch to spread... I would be busy
this summer. After the breakfast dishes were loaded in the dishwasher and
Mark had put on some shorts and sandals we headed off to the garage to see
what had been delivered. I had not realized that Mark had also ordered 100
bags of mulch for me to spread as well. The rest of the morning was spent
putting things away and making a list of what bushes to replace.

Mark told me that he would be away for a few days and I could start on the
list but we both knew there was week of work there so he would not expect
it to all be done when he returned.

Since I had only cut the back lawn yesterday after lunch I started on the
front lawn with the new lawnmower. It was an awesome piece of equipment and
the lawn was soon done. This gave me time to start on the edging. Part way
through Mark came out to tell me that was enough for today and that he had
something he needed to show me before I left. We headed back out to the
Jacuzzi building where he directed me to a cabinet that had been empty the
day before. Mark told me that since he had to often leave for trips on
short notice that he would make this a place where we could leave notes and
other things for each other. I was reminded to check it every time I came.
I was surprised to see that there was a pile of $20 on the bottom shelf.
Mark told me that he trusted me and the money was there for two reasons.
First I would use it to pay myself. He said every Friday was payday and if
I did not take my pay from the money on the shelf he would not be happy. He
also reminded me that I would sometime need to purchase supplies and he may
not be around. Just use the money and leave the receipt. I felt I could be
trusted but what made him decide that? Wow!

I was finished for the day and again declined his offer to use the shower
and headed home.

That night I had worked so hard I had no trouble getting right to sheep.
Knowing that jacking off always brought pain I had learned to hold off and
only jack off every two or three days. I was happy that today was an off
day.

*****

The next morning I was off the Mark's right after breakfast. There was a
lot to do. What would he be wearing today? Would I get to see him naked? I
wanted mom to think off me as a man but I was positive that men looked
different. Did they grow something else I didn't have yet or did their
stuff just get bigger. I had seen some men with bulges down there. What
were they hiding? Dad I wish you were here. I need someone to answer my
questions.

When I arrived at Mark's house I used my key to enter the backyard and
headed to the kitchen door. It was locked and the place was silent. Then I
remembered the cabinet. Was there a note? Sure enough there it was right on
the shelf. When I opened it this is what I found.

Hi David,
I had to go away for a few days. See you on Wednesday. Remember to water
the flowers while I am gone. Don't try to finish everything as we have all
summer to do that.
Mark

That was ok. I had weeks' worth of work to do. Then I remembered I was all
alone. Should I work on my tan? I was wearing bikini briefs today. That
would be a good start.

After stripping down and leaving my clothes in the shed I set to work.
Before long I remembered the suntan lotion in the shed. I did not need a
sun burn in white places. When I started to put the lotion on I thought why
not  cover every area and start on a real tan. It was just me so no one
else would ever know. As I rubbed the lotion on mu cock and balls I started
to plump up. No time now for that I had work to do. I started by removing
the bushes that were coming out. It was hot sweaty work and I soon was
dripping and muddy. Between the lotion and the sweat dirt was sticking
everywhere. Today would be a good day to try that shower.

After I had spent a few hours digging up bushes and creating a big pile in
the back corner I called it quits for the day. Shower time. I loved the big
room. I could stand under the shower head and then just step back and
lather myself up from head to toe then back under for a rinse. The shower
got me clean but it also got me very hard. I saw the cot in the corner and
decided I need to take care of things. I remembered that I had seen
something called KY. Would that help me with my problem? When I lay on the
cot I started as usual, softly rubbing my inner thighs and pinching my
nipples. For some reason this got me even hotter than usual. Was it doing
this at Mark's house? Time to try the KY so I trickled a bit on my ball
sack and started to gently squeeze and fondle them. I was more turned on
than I had ever been in my life. Was this why the guys said it felt so
good? Time to see what KY was like on my cock. I started at the skin over
the head and let a line trickle right down to the base and back to the
head. Still keeping my left hand fondling my balls in their loose pouch I
let my right index finger slide up and down the shaft. I had never, never
felt this way before. I felt my balls start to pull up so I moved my left
hand down below my balls and could feel my hard shaft extend und my balls.
I started to rub up and down as my right index finger continued to tease
the shaft. My breath was getting short... it was almost time. Then the head
just seemed to expand and the slit opened. As my back arched the first shot
hit the bottom of my chin, the second third and fourth landed on my chest
and fifth and sixth on my belly. WOW!!! I think I might have lost
consciousness there for second or two. Could it get any better?

When I came down from my high I realized that I needed another shower. A
quick one this time and then home as it was almost supper time. Maybe if I
came back tomorrow I would need another shower.