Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 21:54:26 EDT
From: RedneckCub@aol.com
Subject: Man with a mower part 2

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                                 Man with a Mower- part 2

   	Bobby wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he continued to mow
that humid summer morning. It had been about two weeks since he had had
first gotten fucked by Chris, the red-headed cop. Ever since then, they had
gotten together at least once every 36 hours or so. To protect and to
serve, Bobby thought. It seemed to him that he was really the one
serving. Not that he minded, of course. Chris just might be "the one". Of
course, they had no commitment, their relationship being based solely on a
need to get naked and sweaty, for right now. And for now, that was just
fine with Bobby. He would like it to be more, and the two had gone to a
movie together, but as friends and fuck buddies. Besides, Chris said he had
been hurt before and he wanted to take things slowly. Even his sex. That
man could fuck for hours, it seemed. So Bobby decided to be patient. And
yet, Bobby still had the feeling that despite his words, Bobby was his and
his alone. Oh well. Bobby was NOBODY's property. At least not yet.
	This morning's job was a bit different from all of his previous
jobs. He had been hired by a real estate agency. They had contracted him to
mow, every other week, the three developed, but as yet unsold houses on one
of the busier streets in town. It was a nice contract, as the price would
be incorporated into the closing fees of the houses, and was a well to do
neighborhood. The houses would go for quite a bit, Bobby thought, as the
traffic was not TOO heavy or noisy, though the fire station nearby could
occasionally be a bit disconcerting. There was a shopping center about 10
minutes away, and a heavily wooded park with plenty of walking trails and
even some picnic tables just across the street. Bobby figured that the
half-acre lots would probably go for $150-$200 grand easily.
	He had finished mowing and was edging with a string trimmer, when
he saw someone jog past him on the sidewalk. Bobby squinted in the bright
morning light as he stared. The trimmer choked and died, but Bobby wasn't
even paying attention. The man had very closely trimmed black hair on his
head. His legs were large, but not defined and also covered in light black
fuzz, and he wore what looked like black cotton shorts and a grey t-shirt
which said "FIRE" on it. His shorts were form fitting and while he had a
bit of a gut on him, he also had a nice ass, and Bobby growled under his
breath.
	He was so entranced that he didn't notice the man passing by and
waving at him, until he had run past. Bobby sighed, and started up the
trimmer again. It looked as though it was going to be a long day. It wasn't
too long before he thought that again, as the same man approached a second
time, about 30 minutes later, although at a much slower pace than
before. When he got close to Bobby's lot, he slowed to a walk, huffing and
puffing. Deciding to be bold, Bobby yelled out "Hey where's the fire?" and
started to laugh out loud.
	"Oh, there's one I haven't heard before," said the man, with a
voice that just screamed country hick. He paused in mid-stride and turned
to look at Bobby.
	Bobby winced. "OK, I guess I had that coming. Just thought I'd see
if I could get a laugh outta you. I guess you belong to the station a
couple of doors down?"
	"Yeah the cap says we gotta get in shape or he's gonna suspend
us. In this heat I figure I can easily lose a few pounds."
	Bobby grinned. "Yeah, I can believe that. The heat'll do it to
you. That's why I tend not to dress too warmly," glancing down at the only
clothes he was wearing, a pair of work boots and a pair of cut-off denim
shorts that stopped just past the curve of his ass and hugged his crotch
tightly.
	"I can see that" said the fireman. "I gotta go. Cap's waiting on
me. Talk to you later." And with that, the fireman turned and walked off
into the distance, while Bobby stood and admired the muscular ass as it
clenched and unclenched. Not a bad day after all, he thought.
	Because he stuck to a fairly rigid schedule, when Bobby returned
about 2 weeks later, he happened to be once again in the front yard when
the same hot fireman passed by. As the man jogged by, Bobby intentionally
turned his back, determined to act like a professional, even though his
dick was already half hard. So he didn't see the man as he returned for
another dose of witty conversation. This time however, it was the fireman
who spoke. In fact, as he slowed his pace, he actually wandered over to
where Bobby was busy putting down some pine bark. "You aren't 'pining'
away, are you?"
	Bobby turned around and grinned sheepishly. "Okay, I guess that
makes us even. My name's Bobby and I've been contracted to do the
landscaping for these houses." And he stuck out his hand.
	"Well Bobby, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jason, and you might want
to stand if you want me to shake your hand. From where you are at, the only
thing you'd be shakin' would be my prick."
	Bobby realized how this had to look, and his face flushed with
embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I have a one track mind, especially when
I am on a job site." Bobby got to his feet and stuck out his hand
again. This time Jason took it, although Bobby thought Jason held it just a
bit longer than normal. Or was that just his imagination? If it was, Bobby
would sure find out, because he could always use some fresh meat. Bobby
smiled inwardly. How to test this rugged piece of Grade A beef? Hmmm.
	"Say Jason, where can a man go for a bit of peace and quiet? You
know, just to chill. This isn't exactly my neighborhood."
	"There's a park right across the street where they haven't started
building houses yet. It has some isolated picnic tables. There isn't a lot
of traffic, and they're shaded from the sun. I jog by there in the
afternoons sometimes when I can't do my morning workout. Want me to show
you sometime?"
	Bingo. All I have to do is reel him in, thought Bobby, but what he
said was "Sure. When's good for you?"
	"What about now? I live at the station but this happens to be my
day off. I am on call, but it isn't a big deal, so if you are up to it, so
am I."
	You bet I am, big man, thought Bobby. "Let's do it. I gotta put my
stuff up, though."
	"No prob. I'll go get some snacks. Be right back." And Jason tore
off down the road. Ten minutes later, Jason returned, minus a shirt, but
with a small knapsack of something. Bobby noticed that Jason had a thick
mat of jet black fur covering his chest and pink nipples, fur that was
plastered down from the sweat that poured from his body in rivers. Bobby
could feel his cock stir to half mast and prayed Jason wouldn't notice. At
least not yet.
	"If you are ready, let's go." And they began jogging across the
street, the park seemingly lifeless, except for the trees and birds. After
about 10-15 minutes they left the sidewalk and went down a hill to where
there was a picnic table set up. They set up shop, so to speak, and quickly
devoured several sandwiches and bags of chips, as well as some bottled
water. After a relaxing meal, they stretched out on their benches of the
picnic table.
	"You know something?" said Jason after a few minutes. "This is
nice. No noise, no people. No distractions. Okay, maybe just one. You know
how it is when you have stuff racing through your mind, that you wish you
could talk about."
	"Yeah. So what's running through your mind and got you stressed?"
said Bobby.
	"Well...I have been trying to figure out..."
	"What?" said Bobby, as he began to fidget, anticipating what he was
sure was coming next.
	"Whether you would suck my dick on your own or I was gonna have to
make the first move. I have seen you watching me, and I've seen the way
your crotch gets fuller when I run by. I know you want me, so come and get
it. Dinner is served, mower boy!"
	 Bobby needed no further encouragement. He leaped off his bench and
began to undress his big butch toy, noticing in the process how the man's
shorts were tented out by the unrestrained package beneath them. Slipping
them over Jason's shoes, he saw the thick eight-incher which awaited
him. It was thick and slightly moist from precum, and was flat against the
man's hairy belly. Bobby wasted no time. He bent down and ran his calloused
hands up the man's hairy legs, kneading the muscles as he did so. He
bypassed Jason's big prick and slid his hands instead up the man's sides
onto that very hairy torso. As Bobby began to run his fingers through a sea
of black chest hair, he dove for that prick, and the head slid easily into
his mouth.
	Going slowly so as to be able to take it all, Bobby began to bob up
and down, each time taking just a bit more cock inside him. A moan escaped
Jason's lips, and Jason's hands found the back of Bobby's head, guiding it
gently but firmly. Bobby removed one of his hands from Jason's chest and
let it wander to the egg sized nuts it found between Jason's legs. As Bobby
finally took all of that big dick, he gave Jason's balls a slight tug, and
pinched one of the man's nipples ever so slightly.
	The extra work began paying off, as Jason moaned loudly and began
bucking his hips wildly. Bobby's face was slammed into the man's crotch and
he breathed in the man musk. Intoxicating, he thought. He pulled back
somewhat, and began to really suck on Jason's dick, caressing the head of
it with his tongue and teeth. He saw Jason's nuts draw up in their big
hairy sack, and gave it all he had.
	With a shout, Jason forced Bobby's head into his crotch one last
time and held it there as he fired off his hot load in six big shots. Bobby
stored them all up in his mouth until Jason had given him the last drop,
and pulled the now softening dick out of his mouth. Then, with a glint in
his eye, he very obviously made a point of swallowing the jism, licking his
lips when he did.
	"Wow! Now that was what I call head. That has got to be, without a
doubt, the best sex I ever had," rumbled Jason.
	"You ain't seen nothin' yet," said Bobby, rubbing Jason's dick
gently. He smiled as he felt it stir to life beneath him. "Just sit back
and enjoy the ride."
	With that, he straddled Jason's waist. As he aimed that big pecker
towards his hole, he noticed with satisfaction that Jason was staring at
him with undisguised hunger, like a man who has been rescued from the
desert and hasn't eaten in a week. So he barely noticed when Jason slipped
inside him, though he gasped just a bit as the head passed through and his
sphincter snapped back tight. But Bobby just gritted his teeth until his
ass was grinding against Jason's pubes.
	"Wow man!" said Jason. "I never expected this. You are so fucking
tight. And warm. It's like an oven in there. Damn, I could get used to
this."
	Bobby began sliding up and down that cock, pressing on Jason's
muscular pecs for leverage, so he could only nod his head in agreement. But
it seemed to be enough. Until Jason said "hold up."
	Jason grabbed Bobby's back, now slick with sweat from the fuck he
had been getting. Slamming the boy onto his dick, he held him in place and
sat up! Bobby shifted his weight, anticipating Jason's next move. He didn't
have to wait, as with Bobby's help, Jason stood up, walking over to the
table's end. He was impressed with Jason's raw power. It takes a real man
to fuck walk someone for any distance, he thought to himself.
	Jason sat Bobby on the table's edge, and began to fuck once
again. "That sure is a sweet piece of ass," he thought. "He wanted it all
right. I think I'm gonna make sure he gets it." With that, he threw all his
energy into the sex act, tuning out everything but the young man beneath
him.
	Bobby, meanwhile, had locked his legs around Jason's waist and was
tightening up his hole. This was incredible. Jason seemed to be inside him
up to his tonsils. It felt like he rode up one wall of Bobby's ass, hit his
prostate, and then came down the other wall, pulled almost completely out,
then started over.  Bobby's moans were louder, and Jason was almost
matching him. Bobby could feel his own nuts about to explode, as Jason's
dick seemed to swell, and the man began to fuck wildly and rapidly. Sweat
poured off of Jason, matting the hair on his chest and running onto Bobby,
mixing with Bobby's own sweat before sliding off. Bobby reached up and gave
Jason's tits a savage twist.
	That did it. With a loud shout, Jason slammed up into Bobby, and
shot after shot of cum began filling Bobby's insides. Bobby shouted as
well, and his own dick, which had been totally ignored, roared to life,
spilling white hot seed everywhere. The first two blasts landed in Bobby's
goatee, while the rest landed in the rug of blond fur covering Bobby's
chest.
	With a great sigh, Jason collapsed onto Bobby, the cum and sweat
mixing between them. "You firemen sure do know how to use a hose. Next
time, let's see what happens when YOU make the first move" said Bobby, and
clasped his new friend tightly. That was when they heard the clapping. They
turned to see a stranger applauding from about 50 ft. away, shorts around
his ankles, dick waving proudly in the air. Jason waved, and their voyeur
pulled up his pants and slowly jogged away.


To Be Continued??