Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2009 00:08:25 -0400
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: Yardwork With Tom-9

Thanks for all your comments guys!

Tom sat on my cock, sweating and gasping a little. He had shot a lot of cum
on my chest and I scraped some off and put in my mouth. My cock was still
pulsing inside of him and it felt warm in there. He looked down at me, his
eyes shining, smiling. I felt his ass contracting around my cock and his
expression changed a little, to something like surprise. What happened next
was unexpected to say the least by both of us. It wound up being deeply
erotic as well, and that was also unexpected. There are probably some of
you out there who will be into reading about what happened, and some who
won't. You've been warned! It's just what happened is all.

"Are you cool?" I asked, responding to his expression.

"No!" he said quickly. I felt his ass tighten around my cock again. "I have
to shit all the sudden - what do I do?" He bit his lip.

He looked scared and I didn't want him to have a bad experience. I of
course didn't care about his shit one bit but telling him that wasn't going
to help him right in that moment. He had my dick deep in him, and I know
how that feels, when all of the sudden you have to shit - it's a feeling of
losing control.

"Hang on, I've got an idea. We'll just take it outside. Hold it in a minute
more." I raised myself up on my hands, which wasn't easy, so we were more
or less face-to-face. "Okay, stay on my cock and we'll go outside
together." I grabbed his back with my left hand. With my right hand
steadying us on the wall and lot of shuffling between us, we sort of
shimmied up the wall together and somehow managed to get me on my feet. Now
I held him in my arms, on my cock. He was not that heavy at all, although I
probably had a lot of adrenalin going. We got out by the pool and I got us
behind some trees.

"I can't hold it any longer!" he moaned.

"It's cool. Let it go," I said quietly, while I lifted him off me. I felt
his ass open just as my dick slid out, and he immediately squatted down on
the ground. The shit came soundlessly out of his hole, and I couldn't quite
see it happen as I stood above him. He looked up at me slowly, squinting
from the sun in his eyes. Before he could feel bad, I wanted to keep it
normal and let him know I was crazy about him no matter what. "Better now?"
I said. I reached down and stroked his face.

"I guess." He looked at my dick. "You've got my shit on your dick. Gross!"

It was true. There was a small brown chunk on the head of my dick. Without
hesitating, I picked it off and examined it while Tom watched bug-eyed, and
then, looking at him and smiling, flicked it on the ground. Tom shifted his
position a little so he wasn't kneeling right over his shit, but I could
tell he was self-conscious about it and was trying to hide it. "Let me see
what you made," I said. He looked at me weird. "Come on - why not? You
already did it." He moved and sat on his but then, next to his shit. It was
more solid than I expected to be; after all, my dick was up in there for a
few minutes stirring things up.

The smell of Tom's shit mixed with the smell of the cut grass and the pool
water; it was all great stimuli for me but I didn't know how he felt about
it. I was remembering that he had lapped up a few drops of his own piss a
few days ago off my belly and chest. My dick, although I had just came not
even minutes earlier, responded to the memory with a little jump. I sat
down.

"So what'd you think?" I asked. "Like getting fucked?"

"Yeah," he said, with no hesitation. "It's not what I expected."

We sat there for a while, next to his shit. Then he said, "Next time we
play that game, I'll bet you want to switch places," smiling to himself. He
had me figured out! I definitely liked the idea of 15-year-old Tom telling
me what to do, outside here all alone with him. My little stud. But what
made him think that? Maybe it's because he was into being told what to do
himself, because he had just seen how cool it could be, giving someone
power like that.

I decided to ask him. "Did you like being told what to do like that? You
didn't mind it too much?" I smiled just a little as I said it, with just
the beginning of mockery, and then stifled it. Teenagers, as I remembered
from my own earlier years, missed the subtlety and irony intended in those
kinds of digs. As you get older, you are more forgiving of yourself and
able to take the mockery and see it as humor. But when you're young you
want to be a badass all the time.

Anyhow, Tom let it roll off him with an almost imperceptible scowl, but
countered me with some mockery of his own: "You just feel all tough and
macho when you can tell me what to do like that," he said, squinting a bit
in derision.

I loved it. It was true after all. Dominating Tom by calling the shots was
the same kind of turn on for me as it was when I played the dominating role
with my wife - it was me being a man, doing what a man naturally does. But
I also liked the idea of Tom dominating me - something a little more
difficult, although not impossible, to get to with my wife - and I wanted
to let him know. So I said, "I'd be glad to let you have a crack at giving
the orders, Tom. Let me know whenever you want and you can do that."

He smiled and looked straight ahead, scratching the back of his neck,
thinking about it. "You'd do whatever I say?" he said, looking at me
briefly, then looking away.

I shifted closer to him and gently took his head in my two hands and turned
it so he looked right at me, closely now. "I'd do whatever you say, and I'd
really like to do that." I let go, and ruffled his hair.

We lay down after a few moments and I closed my eyes. Surprisingly I fell
into a light sleep for a few minutes - completely pleasant and perfect. I
woke to a nudge in my ribs. It was Tom. I opened my eyes. He was leaning
over me. "I'm ready," he said, dead serious, not smiling. Fucking cool.

"Go ahead, me too," I said.

Tom stood up. "Come back into the shed," he said. His voice was gruff, and
it seemed like he was almost trying to put on a voice. I suppressed a smile
- this was so cute, but it was also really hot. I already felt so special,
being allowed to be his bitch. What would he want me to do?

We got in the shed, and he looked around for a minute. He was thinking -
not quite sure. I suspected there were several ideas he had but he wasn't
sure what order to do them in, or wasn't sure he had the balls. Maybe it
was my age - maybe he just felt weird giving an older guy
orders. "Remember, Tom. You call the shots," I reminded him quietly. He
swallowed, and nodded. He sat down on the chair in the shed.

"I want you to kneel down between my legs," he finally said, his voice
shaking a little. That was more like it. I did what I was told. Now I was
close to his parts - his dick with its dried out cum and his sexy, dirty
asshole. "Put your hands on my chest." What a surprise - I thought he was
just going to go all teen on me and order me to brutally suck his dick -
which would have been just fine too, of course. But this was
interesting. "Feel my nipples," he said, his voice softening a little. I
purposely didn't look at his eyes because I sensed he was embarrassed
telling me to do something so "gay". I began lightly pinching his nipples
and he drew in his breath quickly. I was pretty certain that in the last
several days, I had taught Tom about his nipples and how good they could
feel, and I made that mental note with a strange mixture of pride and
shame. I squeezed them slightly harder, noticing Tom's dick growing and
straightening, starting to point upwards. His mouth opened; he stared at my
hands. "K-kiss them now. And suck them." I kneeled over and took his left
nipple into my lips, sucking lightly, and kissing like he asked. I
continued to play with his right nipple with my fingers, squeezing it. My
dick, needless to say, had hardened and was pulsing. I switched to his
other nipple with my mouth and sucked on it. What I really wanted to do was
nibble slightly, and I took a chance and tried. He didn't object, but
instead moaned a little, which was very exciting - Tom was quiet for the
most part. "Play with my dick now with your hand." I stopped with his
nipple and moved back slightly, taking his dick in my hand, admiring it.

Then Tom surprised me, again. "You like my dick, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said softly. I felt...submissive. It was a strange feeling. I had
played that role before with other guys, but always guys my own age, or
when I was younger, with older guys. Never like this.

"I want you to tell me what you like about my dick, and keep on playing
with it," he said, matter of fact.

Holy shit, that was hot - he was taking control in his own way, which was
to do what he always did - get me to tell him stuff! Hot little fucker.

"I like the way it's a little wet now from your cum. I like the way it
stands up. I like the way your foreskin covers your head. I like...I like
the way it smells."

He smiled. "Put the head in your mouth and just lick around there a
little," he ordered. He was warming up to his role perfectly. I did what I
was told and his slimy dickhead of course tasted great - really salty from
his come, and the taste of his foreskin. His cock was harder than
ever. "Lick it like a lollipop." I complied. He moaned. Then: "Do you like
to lick my cock?"

"Yeah, I like it," I said. I looked up at him, and licked it some more,
looking at him. He smiled.

I licked for a while and noticed that Tom was spreading his legs more. I
figured he was trying to get more comfortable, but then he said, quietly,
"Play with my butt hole."

I didn't look up - didn't want to spook him. I took my index finger and
stroked around his hole. I could see it was brown with his shit that had
splattered out of there. He jumped when I played with it. I continued to
lick his cock head, which leaked a little clear fluid. My dick ached.

"S-slide your finger in my hole a little." I did what I was told. He didn't
moan, just breathed in quickly. "Suck my dick all the way." I took his cock
all the way into my throat. "Leave it in there, in your mouth, but don't
suck. Fuck my hole a little with your finger." I gleaned, in my utter
happiness, that Tom positively liked having his hole filled. "Take it out,
slowly." I did so. He sat there, breathing a little heavily, his dick
twitching. I knew what he wanted me to do, but he had to ask me. Should I
help him out a little bit?

"Tom, ask me whatever you want - don't be afraid - I'll do anything you
want and I'll like it."

He looked away, then looked back at me, and said, with some resolve, "Lick
my hole."

Yes. I moved down to his dirty hole and spread his cheeks. He gasped a bit
and pulled his legs back and spread them more. I put my tongue close to his
shitty hole and started lapping at the skin around there. I didn't taste
the shit too much at first; it was mostly sweat and skin. As I moved onto
his button, I tasted his shit - a bitter but not unpleasant taste. I
applied a little pressure with my tongue, piercing his ring slightly, and
heard Tom moan from above. "What's it taste like, my butt?" he asked,
half-whispering.

"A little bitter. Really good," I said, and continued licking.

We went on for probably half a minute, him holding his legs open and
craning his neck to look down at me. He was clearly into the fact that I
was all up in his asshole like that. But then he had other
ideas. "Okay. That's enough." I stopped immediately and waited. What now?
He raised himself up and said, "Get on your hands and knees." Holy fuck. I
did what I was told. "Get your asshole covered in spit." I spit on my
fingers and rubbed it around my hole. I spread my legs a little and stuck
my ass out a bit for him. Never, ever, had I felt so intensely dominated. I
would have eaten a platter of his shit now if he told me to, so under Tom's
spell was I. I don't even think he knew. Or - he did.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he said, firmly. Where had he learned
that? No matter.

"Tom, I want you to fuck me," I said, gruffly.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" he asked, mocking me, chuckling a
little. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock head. I looked back
at him.

"Yeah, I want you to fuck my ass."

He grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart roughly, pinching the skin. He
had probably done it just this way to his brother - rough. I shivered,
thinking about Steve getting fucked by Tom. A rough boy, that's what Tom
was. With little fanfare or care for how he entered me, he poked around
roughly with his wet dick, and with each poke, I felt a charge in my whole
body. Quickly, he found his way in and went in deep right away. There was
some pain but not much, and I liked it anyways. His dick was thin and soon
enough he was fucking me quickly, with no problem. I was completely hard
but felt no desire to touch my own dick. I just wanted to give Tom what he
wanted.

After half a minute, he suddenly pulled out. Why? I felt an
anti-climax. "Come outside again," he said gruffly, and went towards the
trees near the pool, near his shit. I followed. "Lay on your back." I lay
down, my dick pulsing. He came and kneeled over my face and started jerking
off above my mouth. I heard the slapping of his hand on his wet dick. "Open
your mouth," he said, smiling now. He was making fun of me; there was no
doubting it. But - I didn't care. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock
in a little bit, moving it around my lips. "Stick out your tongue," he
said. I stuck it out, and he slapped his shiny head on my tongue, pulling
on his dick with his two fingers. "Put your finger in my butt again, like
you did before," he ordered, his voice shaking. He was getting close. I
slid my index finger into him easily and moved it back and forth, fucking
his hole. He started to rock back and forth on my finger, his dickhead
slapping my tongue. I felt his orgasm around my finger - his ass contracted
and stayed that way, magically - and then his cream started in spurts on my
tongue first, then on my cheeks, on my chin...Tom moaned lightly, smiling,
looking at me, then looking up, then closing his eyes, rocking his ass on
my finger. I swallowed his cum slowly. I felt like crying - I felt like I
was letting something go that had weighed on me. That had happened only a
couple other times in my life with sex - like it was some kind of
therapeutic act. I'm not sure what exactly I was letting go, submitting to
Tom there - maybe just everything.

After a few moments, without any fanfare, Tom raised himself off my finger
and stood up, saying, "I want you to kneel on your knees." I kneeled. He
mockingly raised my chin with his hand and said, "Look at me." I met his
gaze. What a tricky fucker - he had completely switched our roles now, and
I was somehow shy. He took hold of his still large, half hard cock, and
begin to piss on my chest, smiling. I looked at him, looked at his cock,
looked at my chest. His piss trickled down. "Take my dick in your mouth,"
he said. I took the head in my mouth, and was rewarded with some more of
Tom's pee. He filled my mouth and I swallowed, tasting his salty pee that
was mixed with his cum. My dick was aching more than ever.

Tom took his dick out of my mouth and seemed satisfied, probably proud of
himself. Then he lay down next to me. "Now I want you to get over my face
like I did to you and jerk." That flipped me out. He was giving me the
orders, and he was ordering me to do that to him: that's what he wanted. I
straddled his neck with my crotch and my dick hovered over his mouth. He
looked at me and smiled. "Lift yourself up for a second," he ordered, and
when I did, he spit on his finger and slid it in my hole. "How's that?" he
said, grinning.

"Awesome."

"Jerk on me then. Go ahead."

I began. Tom moved his finger roughly in my hole and I looked at his
beautiful face. He seemed only interested in watching me as well - he was
trying to watch what I was feeling, so curious to know what he was doing to
me. It was a game for him. He was learning how he could control me, and it
was a complete novelty for him.

In a minute or so, I felt my orgasm approach. "You sure you want me to
shoot like this?" I asked, haltingly.

"Yeah!"

I felt my second orgasm approach, slowly. It seemed to last forever, the
build up. Finally, I released. The first shot hit his cheek. Then Tom
opened his mouth. I aimed in there, and my cum landed on his tongue. He
swallowed, all the while looking at me. I slowed my pace, wiping my cock
with his tongue. Again, I felt something in my gut like I wanted to cry. I
guess it was just pure emotion overload.

I rocked on his finger a bit, still in my ass, and he took it out.

"Thanks Tom. Game over for now?" I said. He nodded. I snuggled beside him,
caressing his chest. He lay on his back, looking at the sky. Then he
giggled. "Only thing you didn't do is pee on me," he said.

"Want me to?"

He looked at me. "Yeah - do it. Right here."

"How do you want?"

He stood up. "You stand up too." I stood. "Pee all over my body standing
up."

"Okay. Give me a second." I started to push with my bladder and soon felt
some piss ready to go. Since I was still half hard it was a good thick
stream. First I peed onto his dick and balls that were right in striking
range, and then pointed upwards and peed on his belly. He giggled, jumping
back. "Turn around," I said.

He turned around and I sprayed his cute skinny ass with the remainder of my
pee, and then simply enjoyed looking at him. "Turn back forward,
beautiful," I said, only half-joking. Tom turned, and I looked at him
facing me, admiring him standing there, glistening in my piss. I went up to
him and embraced his naked body firmly, nuzzling him. "Let's jump in the
pool - what do you think?" I said.

"Yeah, sure," he said.