Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 00:43:47 +0200
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Yardwork With Tom-1

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Tom was 15 when this story took place - just three years ago. I was
35. He's gone off to his first year of college now.

We have a house in upstate NY - my wife, kids and I - but use it mostly as
a weekend getaway, and live mostly in Manhattan now. My wife doesn't like
the place anyways, so sometimes she lets me get some work done and takes
the kids somewhere else for the weekend. On this particular occasion, they
were gone for a week to visit part of her extended family in Europe, and I
had to be home for some business, and had the place to myself.

Tom came from a catholic family and was the youngest of 8 kids, all of them
sisters, except for the oldest brother, who is in his late 20's. He's thin
with black hair - of Irish descent - and tall. He was fantasy material for
me as soon as I laid eyes on him when he came over to swim in our pool. I
wondered how big his dick was - it was hard to tell in the baggy swim pants
he was wearing. I jacked off about him a lot, imagining all sorts of stuff
that could happen on our property.

We've got 2 acres of land and some pine trees and thick brush that nicely
enclose it, shielding it from our neighbor's view. Behind the brush and
trees there's a shaded area and I go there occasionally to jerk off - a lot
about Tom and other teen boys. I have great sex with my wife and love her,
but have always lusted after younger guys, let's say 15 and up, ever since
I was a teen myself. Go figure.

I had called Tom's mom and asked if Tom might want to help me out with some
yard work the week I was home. She asked him and we arranged a price and
she said he'd be over the next day. She seemed happy for him to have
something to do - it was the middle of July.

He arrived around 9:30 the next morning. "Hey Tom," I said, smiling.

"Hi," he said, smiling and squinting in the sun. We shook hands
old-fashioned style. His grip was strong and his hand was warm and sweaty.
Tom has some freckles and very red lips that I was noticing now. He looked
great - really cute and eager to work. I started to bone up and had to will
it away.

"I'm glad you wore jeans and a long shirt," I said. "We're gonna start
hacking away at all this poison ivy. Here's some gloves."

We worked for about two hours, hardly saying anything, until it was almost
noon. It was time for a break. "Let's get something to drink," I said.

"Okay," he answered, his voice cracking. That was so sexy, and he was
embarrassed and looked down. I pretended not to notice.

"We're going to have to ditch these clothes and wash them in a hot wash at
some point. They're completely covered with the oil from the poison ivy.
What do you say we do it now? We could go for a swim while we wait for them
to wash. I've had enough hacking poison ivy for today."

"I guess..." he hesitated, not looking up. "But I don't have a bathing
suit."

"Well you can go in your underwear - you know our pool; no one can see in
anyways."

"Okay, I guess." I sensed some hesitation and wasn't sure what it was all
about. We took our clothes off and I was half hard but managed to keep it
pointing down under my boxer briefs. I have a pretty good body and am all
right to look at - almost hairless chest except around the nipples, with
some muscle from a little working out, love handles that I fight to keep at
bay. Still have all my hair on my head, just starting to grey last year or
so. Tom looked at me from his head-down stance, looking up with just his
eyes. When he got his shirt off, I saw that he had some big pimples on his
back, and I wondered if that was the cause of his shyness. We headed up to
the pool and we both jumped in. After a few minutes of cooling off, I said,
"I used to have some pimples like that on my back, and on my face too, when
I was your age - worse than what you've got. Don't sweat it. It's no big
deal."

"Wha-what did you do?" he asked, peering up at me, swallowing.

"I had this special instrument that shaved them off. I still use it once in
a while if I get a whitehead. It works best when you just come out of the
water - something about the pores of the skin."

"Yeah," he said, more confidently, "my mom didn't want me to use one of
those - she says they should just go away by themselves. But this guy at my
school says they work. You buy it in a pharmacy."

"Exactly. I'll tell you what - I'll go get it when I get the towels in the
bathroom and show it to you - as long as you don't tell your mom!"

He smiled, looked up really quickly at me directly, and then looked away.
What a shy guy...shy but willing to trust me, so far. I tried to keep my
cool and not run off, seeming too eager. I was back in a minute with the
little instrument and some rubbing alcohol. It's sort of like a cheese
slicer - the idea is to get under the pimple and scrape it off. "Come 'ere
in the shed where it's cooler - that way you won't keep on sweating," I
said, as matter of fact as I could. He followed me. I sat in one chair and
he in another, both of us still in our underwear. "Here, look." I found a
tiny whitehead on my chest. I scraped it off easily and he watched as I
wiped the instrument with my towel dabbed in some rubbing alcohol. "You
want to try?"

"I don't know," he answered. "They're all on my back..."

"Here, sit down," I instructed. He hesitated and then sat down slowly,
staring into space. I felt like I was hypnotizing him - there was some sort
of intimacy I had established and it seemed like it was on the way to being
sexual. For me it already was. I was more than half hard now, and thus was
trying to stay out of his direct view. The dark of the shed helped obscure
my bulge as well. I sat in another chair behind him - now it wouldn't
matter. "Can you lean forward a bit?" He did so, and I selected a pimple
below his left shoulder. "Okay, this might hurt for a second." I first
squeezed it a bit between my two thumbs and it grew larger and some clear
pus came out - it was almost like a boil. He flinched but didn't say
anything. Then I took the instrument and slowly scraped over it. It broke,
like a blister, and more clear pus came running out, followed by blood. I
dabbed my towel in alcohol and padded the wound with it. He flinched, this
time saying "Ahh!" under his breath.

"Sorry. But that's all there is to it - one big one gone. And you won't get
a big scar, and it won't get infected. That's the way to do it. Cool?" I
asked.

"Yeah, I guess," he said. And so I continued for about 15 minutes, working
down his back. It was really hot and really intimate. I would have been
happy just with that. He was giving me access to his body, trusting me. It
felt great and really sexy.

I started rubbing his back a little between the pimple work and he didn't
mind - in fact, he leaned back a bit and seemed to invited more contact.
"So," I finally ventured, "Do you have any on your ass?"

There were a couple seconds of silence, and he said quietly, "Yeah,
probably."

"Let's have a look," I said, rubbing his back. He leaned back into me but
didn't respond. Up until this time, I had been sitting behind him, and now
came around to face him. "Don't worry about it - we've got the same stuff
down there. Come on, stand up." I took him by the hand, and as he stood up,
I could see a big tent in his white briefs - he was trying to keep his dick
pointing down. Meanwhile, I had the same situation. When he stood up, I
ruffled his hair and smiled. "Hey - look at me, brother - don't be
embarrassed!" He looked up with a serious expression, almost like he was
about to cry.

"You're hard - don't worry about it. You're a growing young dude. Here,
I'll help." He stood there with his hands to the side, paralyzed, and I
peeled down his briefs. It was cooler in the shed but still humid, and we
were both covered in sweat. His cock sprung free and I pulled the briefs
down to his feet and he stepped out of them. It stood straight up and was
about 7 inches - a good-sized cock for a boy his age, or for a man of any
age. 7 inches is nothing to sniff at for me - I'm right under there just a
little over six. His cock was much thinner than mine, and I found that very
erotic. Always good to see something different than what you've got
yourself. Tom, being catholic, was uncircumcised, and I loved seeing the
foreskin around the top of his hard cock. He had a lot of foreskin - more
than usual - so that even though he was completely hard, it was still
covering his head. That was very hot.

"Nothing to worry about in that department!" I said. "That's a nice dick
you've got there." I said it plainly.

"Thanks," he croaked.

I moved closer to him and put my hand around the back of his neck, stroking
him there. "You okay with us being close like this, me touching you,
looking at your cock?" I put my other hand on his head and ruffled his hair
lightly. I smelled the sweat and dirt in his hair and it made my dick
quiver.

He leaned slightly into my chest with his head, like a kitten that wants to
be stroked. Then he looked up at me and finally held my gaze, swallowing,
and saying, "Yeah."

I continued looking at him and with my right hand moved down to his cock,
taking it in my hand gently. His whole body shuddered and he looked down
again, this time at my hand and his cock, which pointed straight up. I
peeled back his foreskin and his cockhead was purple and swollen, with
clear pre-cum oozing out. The whole head was already wet - he must have
been oozing since we got in the shed. I wanted to kneel down right then and
take his cock in my mouth but it wasn't the right time. Instead, I looked
at his face and stroked his hair with my left hand, and stroked his cock
with my right. I used the copious pre-cum as lube, rubbing it with my index
finger down the length of his standing cock, and it jumped in response.

Tom's breathing was staggered and rapid and I gently placed my finger under
his chin and drew his face up to meet my gaze. His eyes met mine again and
he looked away; I drew him back to me, smiling. "You're really hot, Tom -
I'm really digging being here with you like this. Don't be shy, dude. Shoot
your load for me."

His mouth opened and he finally held his gaze on mine. For ten beautiful
seconds, we stood face to face like this: me pulling on his dick with my
right hand and stroking his hair, head and cheeks with my left hand.
Finally, he took one sharp breath and held it, opening his mouth wider - he
didn't make a sound though - and shot his cum. He continued to look at me
right in the eyes - I think he understood now that this was what I wanted -
and it made it so intense and beautiful. He looked like he was going to cry
or had been slapped in the face, if I had to describe his expression out of
context. This had the curious effect, since he was looking at me, of making
me feel guilty, like I had hurt him. At the same time, the lust in his eyes
was like the angry glint of a warrior doing battle. I wanted to comfort him
and dominate him all at once, and it felt like he wanted that as well. I
understood on a gut level that my desire, in adult life, for a boy like
Tom, was all tied up in this desire to have him submit to me - willingly.

His first load went directly upwards and back, landing on his chest. I
immediately pulled his cock more towards me, and the next three shots
landed on my belly. Finally, it dripped from his cock onto my thumb and
fingers. His cream, I could see and feel, was thick and pearly, very
different from his pre-cum. "Sorry," he muttered, all choked up, looking
down again. Such a polite boy, even in the hot heat of an orgasm! He
stepped back slightly.

"Don't be sorry," I said firmly. "I really enjoyed that and wanted to see
you come. Great job, Tom." I paused, and continued. "Check it out." I
scooped up a puddle of his cream from my belly with my index finger and
brought it to his open lips. He froze with his mouth open. I slowly put my
finger slightly into his mouth and rubbed his juice onto the front of his
tongue. He continued to look at me, but now with a startled expression.

"Me first then," I said. I wiped a shot from his chest this time, close to
his dark pink nipple, which, I noticed, was erect. I took my finger in my
mouth and swallowed. Tom's cum was, of course, delicious - salty and thick,
getting stuck in my throat like snot - and it was delicious because it came
from him. He said nothing, but then closed his mouth and swallowed, still
looking at me the whole while.

"Good stuff, right?" I said, smiling.

"Yeah," he said, with more confidence. He even smiled slightly.

"Let's finish it off. Grab another shot from my belly, stud." He hesitated,
but only for a moment. He scooped another glob up, but stopped, noticing my
tent down below. He looked up at me, not saying anything, but questioning
with his eyes, nervous.

"That's for another day, youngblood. Let's finish just this for now." He
looked relieved and I was glad - I made the right call. Tom was a horny
boy, probably bisexual like I was, and I wasn't going to fuck this up by
forcing my body on him all at once. I had the feeling he was probably
eventually down for just about anything, as he sat there scooping up his
come and eating it for me, docilely. So I just had to pace things a little
and it could be great for both of us.

I sat down on the chair behind him, and he still stood there, not knowing
what to do. He was basically just waiting for me to tell him what was next,
and I was warming into my role. I wanted to dominate my charge
benevolently, like I said - because he was willing. I looked at his ass,
which in fact hardly had any zits on it. The skin was creamy, and I noticed
something with delight that I had observed, lustfully, with other black
haired Irish-blooded men I had seen in the showers at the gym: Tom had not
much hair on his face, and probably would never have much of a beard. But
he had wonderful sprouts of black hair in the sexy parts of his body: Lots
of silky black hair in his arm pits, a big amount already around his thin
cock, and - what I now admired - a wonderful tuft that peaked teasingly out
of his asscrack. "Turn around, stud."

He turned and stood almost at attention, with his hands by his sides. It
had been only three minutes or so, but his cock was rising again, still
shiny and slimy with his semen. I spread my legs and moved back on the lawn
chair, so there was room for him to sit there in front of me as well. This
was to be our beginning position for the next few days of sex with Tom - me
behind him, talking to him in his ears, telling him what I wanted, telling
him what I know he wanted, and telling him not to be ashamed that he wanted
that. "Come here and sit with me - there's space." He sat easily in front
of me and held his back straight, waiting. I leaned forward and began to
talk quietly in his ear. "You're a really cool guy, Tom, and we're going to
have some great times. I'll show you some stuff and if there's ever
anything you don't want to do, you'll let me know, right?"

"Yeah," he said, matter of factly.

Tom's cock was fully hard again now, so I decided to take it to the next
level. I kissed his ear lightly and let him feel just a little of my
breath, and then my tongue, on his neck. He shuddered and moved his head
upward. I began to jerk him with my right hand as I kissed his neck. I
stole a peak at his face and saw that his eyes were closed and his mouth
open. I gently placed my index finger on the tip of his tongue and
whispered, "Get my finger wet for me with your spit." He closed his lips
and sucked on it briefly, then stopped, leaving it in his mouth. I took it
out and reached for his left nipple, stroking it with my wet finger. He
jumped and opened his eyes. "It's okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he sighed. I pinched his nipple delicately, put my finger back in
his mouth, and then worked on his other nipple, while kissing his neck. He
loved having his neck nuzzled, and I loved it too - I loved the way he
smelled and the salty taste of his sweat. Soon, his breathing became rapid,
and I moved my hand from his tits down to his balls, then further down to
the edge of his ass crack. He opened his eyes in alarm but was already
approaching orgasm. Just as he was about to cum, I traced the outside of
his asshole with my finger, to let him feel it there, in his secret
place. He came just as hard as the first time, all over his chest and
belly.

After a minute or so, I talked into his ear, saying, "Let's call it a day
for now - we can have a quick swim and then go get our clothes on. Tomorrow
we can work some more and do some more fun stuff together, but only if you
want, all right?"

"Yeah, it was fun," said Tom.

"Today when you go home don't tell your folks what we did cause they would
be angry at me. And between today and tomorrow, can I ask you a favor?"

"What?" he asked, curious, looking at me.

"I want you to not take a shower for me. I know that sounds weird. But I
really like you just how you are, Tom - I like the way you smell and the
way you just tasted when I kissed your neck so much. Since we're going to
be working hard, there's no need to shower - we can rinse off in the pool
tomorrow. Sound good?"

"I'll try," he said after a few seconds, smiling. "But I hope I won't
stink!"

"Don't worry - you can be my stinky buddy." I was hoping that's how it
would be, and had lots of rough plans for the next day with Tom.