Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 13:37:31 EST
From: ArchHop@aol.com
Subject: Greg's Story

Seduction of Greg (or me)
Awesome Art

Life is good.  It would be perfect if I had a dream lover to come home to
each night but that can wait while I get the rest of my life in order.
Right now my business is going great guns and I'm loving the challenge.  I
have a big house on a gorgeous piece of property and a yard boy who is
fueling my imagination.  When the sexual pressure gets too great, I've
found a couple night spots that have yet to fail me.

With my business finally running smoothly, at Christmas I was able to spend
a week in Puerta Vallarta enjoying the sun, the sea, the culture, and the
young men who populate the beaches.  At first I thought these hunks were
just friendly natives and then I met Hector.  He greeted me on the beach
and we chatted briefly as we strolled along.  He then asked if I'd like to
come back to his room, and while I was considering it, he planted the most
luscious kiss on my lips that I'd ever experienced.

It then became clear to me that these guys were out making a living off the
rich Gringos.  Since money is not a concern to me, I enjoyed one each
night.  Each one was different but they all shared smooth tanned skin,
beautiful eyes, luscious lips, generous cocks, and best of all, hungry
asses.  Heaven on earth!!

Far from being jaded hustlers, these young men enjoyed the sex as much as
the money. On the fourth night, I met Julio in a swimming suit store.  We
were both trying on various Speedos and foreign skimpy apparel and sharing
the one mirror.  Soon we were encouraging each other and even helping with
the fittings.  Both of us were having more and more trouble concealing our
growing equipment in the skimpy wear so we each made a purchase and retired
to my hotel room.

As the door closed we climbed out of our clothes and into the bed.  After a
few deep passionate kisses with us rolling all over each other, we settled
into a marvelous 69 session.  As we devoured each other, my hands roamed
over Julio's gorgeous ass.  He groaned with pleasure as my fingers stroked
the back of his ball sac, his perineum, and his crack.  With no effort at
all, my fingers slipped into his hole one at a time until three were lodged
in the hot warm space.  That only drove Julio to beg me to fuck him and
fuck him I did.  We went in every position we knew and each one brought us
closer and closer to climax.  Finally we ended with Julio face down and me
pumping slowly in and out as I nibbled his neck and ears.  He started
groaning and his ass muscles contracted as he came heavily.  That drove me
over the top and I bathed his hot channel with shot after shot.

Sorry I've lost my way.  I was supposed to be talking about the seduction
of Greg.  It is coming but a little more introduction first.

About five years ago my parents were suddenly killed in a tragic car
accident.  Besides being completely devastated at the time, it resulted in
my becoming a wealthy man at 32 years of age.

I was content in my position as a high school chemistry teacher but in the
back of my mind I had always wanted to run my own manufacturing company.
Overnight the opportunity came along and I decided to go for it.  I
searched the internet for a general purpose manufacturing building and
discovered that the recession had made many available.  One really caught
my eye; it was a five year old facility in New Holland, Illinois (far south
suburb), which was being sold along with a large personal residence in a
fashionable neighborhood under what had to be considered emergency
conditions.

After five years my operation is up and running with thirty employees.  The
custodian at the plant was a fifty-ish man who keeps everything running and
presentable.  He basically became my lieutenant and kept an eye on
everything for me.  He lived in a nearby suburb with his wife and three
kids.  In April his daughter was married and I was invited.  I surprised
them by showing up at the Dutch Reformed Church for the ceremony and the
reception in the church hall.  The wedding party was small.  The male
attendants were her two brothers Gary and Greg.  Gary was twenty and a
rugged looking bruiser of a guy.  Greg was seventeen.  Although almost as
tall as Gary, he had about half the mass.  Several times during the
ceremony and the reception, I caught Greg's gaze on me.  His eyes were a
steely blue grey and twinkled.  Although not handsome in a traditional
sense, he was a fine looking young man who obviously would develop into a
great looker.  I was flattered with his attention and made it a point to
chat with him at the reception.

Greg was somewhat bored with school and life in general. It occurred to me
that I was in desperate need of a yard man for the summer since the grounds
to my home and the pool were much more than I could handle. Greg, his dad,
and I settled on several after school work sessions per week until school
was out and then full time for the summer.

The yard had about four acres including a back-yard large pool, a fountain
with a small stream, and, in the back, a fairly dense stand of giant oaks
and maples.  Around the house were some nicely landscaped areas but all had
been neglected.  Our first job was to get the gardens trimmed back.  We hit
the yard on a nice May Saturday with clippers, trimmers, rakes,
wheelbarrows, and sweat.  Since it was a warm day, we stripped off our
shirts about 11 AM and soon were glistening in the sun.  I was surprised at
how muscular and tight Greg's torso was since in his tux, he had looked
like a skinny younger brother.

At noon I grabbed some sandwiches and beer and we lounged in the shade of
the big oaks.  We both lay back on the grass and soon were dosing off.  I
woke to find Greg back at work and I joined him as we worked through the
afternoon.  By 5 we were exhausted and covered with sweat and dirt.  We
looked at each other and grabbed the hose.  Although the water was cold, we
hosed each other off as we laughed and ran around.  Finally out of breath,
I asked Greg if he wanted to shower before heading home.  He gave me a
smirky smile and agreed.  That surprised me a little since he seemed such a
conservative young man.  We went to my bedroom suite where he started
stripping off his dirty wet clothes.  I was surprised when he pulled off
his soggy briefs to reveal a tight glowing ass.  I stammered that I'd throw
his clothes in the washer as he showered and grab him a robe.  He swung
around revealing his swelling cock and said, "ok, join me when you come
back."

Now, what the heck do I do?  I know Greg just had his 18th birthday so he
was legal but there were so many other problems that could arise.  But,
man, was he ever cute and I had clearly been invited to do more.

I quickly stripped, jammed all the clothes in the washer, and nervously
returned to the bathroom.  The clear glass revealed Greg in all his glory.
First, he turned his glorious ass to me and then turned to reveal a rock
hard cock.  He saw me enter the bathroom and motioned for me to join him.
I really had no choice.  I opened the door and stepped into the warm spray.
It felt so good on my cold, dirty body.  I relaxed briefly and then felt
Greg take the soap and wash me all over.

His hands roamed down my back, caressing my sore muscles.  When he reached
my ass, he gently rubbed the buns and then headed down my dirty legs.  I
kept saying how good it felt and Greg hummed in agreement.  On his way up,
he let his soapy fingers gently slip up my crack and lightly touch my hole.
I spread my legs and groaned in appreciation but he continued back up my
back.  Maybe, I was over-interpreting this and we were just getting cleaned
up.

Then it was my turn to return the favor.  I grabbed the soap and thoroughly
coated his body with suds.  Greg revealed himself as very sensual and even
boyishly ticklish.  I couldn't resist and concentrated on the spots that
drove him crazy-his pits, his knees, and of course his ass.  He stayed
solidly hard and now I could see drops of precum forming on his gorgeous
swollen head.

We rinsed off and I grabbed two giant fluffy towels.  We dried ourselves
and then helped out with each others' backs.  Damn, I was hanging heavy but
Greg was still at full staff.  I complained about my aching muscles and
asked Greg if he would mind massaging my back and shoulders a little.  Greg
agreed and we headed to my big bed.

After handing Greg some lotion, I stretched out naked on my stomach.  Greg
didn't hesitate and sat himself on my rear to give a solid symmetrical
massage to my back.  He was good and not too rough.  Slowly my muscles
relaxed under his gentle strokes.  After a nice workout on my shoulders,
Greg slipped down further on my legs and started down my back.  What a
touch!!  Massages often stop at the waist band but not this one.  Greg
worked my lower back and tail bone area.  Then he kneaded my ass cheeks and
even drizzled some lotion into my crack.  I couldn't help it; my legs
parted to ease his way.  That was what he was after.  Suddenly my crack,
perineum, and sac became the focus of the massage.  I could no longer
control my groaning and was urging him on.  I couldn't decide what felt
better-his gentle caress of my ball sac or the fingers playing with my hole
and slipping in farther and farther.

Finally I said, "Greg you are playing with fire (and I love it)."  He
responded that was what he wanted.  Since I was quickly getting out of
control, I said, "Lie down; it's my turn to return the favor."  Greg lay
down flat and spread his legs nicely.  I grabbed the lotion and climbed on
board.  My hands roamed all over his body but Greg was clearly way out of
control.  I coated my fingers and approached his hole.  Greg groaned, "Do
me, do me.  I can't stand it any more."  In response, I slipped my right
finger deep in his hole while my left hand slipped under him to explore his
raging hard.  Greg's hips were thrusting and he was groaning like a bitch
in heat.  Soon he yelled, "Fuck me; please fuck me.  I can't wait any
longer."

In a effort to retain a small amount of my adult responsibility, I paused
to slip on a condom and to gently stretch his very tight ass with extra
fingers.  Greg was definitely on fire and thrusting back against my
fingers.  I said, "Are you sure you are ready?  I don't want you to do
anything you'll regret."  Greg replied, "Fuck me now before I go crazy."

I climbed back between his legs and pressed my raging hard against his
hole.  I pushed slowly and eventually it slipped in.  Greg, in all his
bravado, cringed a little and I slowed.  I remembered my first time and
knew it could be painful.  Soon Greg was pushing back against me and slowly
it slipped in and he took me all the way to the hilt.  I lay flat against
his back and nibbled on his neck and ears.  Soon he turned his head and we
kissed in a long exploratory kiss.  Where was this going?  This was more
than just a quick fuck.

We broke our kiss and I started some slow and long strokes.  Greg moaned
louder and louder and was bucking against each thrust.  He yelled that he
was going to cum and I felt the contractions as his ass muscles worked over
my cock.  That was too much and I unloaded a big load deep in his rectum.
I slowly withdrew and flopped down on the bed next to my lover.  We wrapped
our arms around each other and slipped off into a blissful sleep.

(If you would like to comment on this story, please write me at
archhop@aol.com.  Also, if you like the story, check for others by Awesome
Art in beginnings, "Steve and Mario" in Dec, 07 and "Biology Teach" on
adult/youth in Nov 08.)