Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:41:52 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: The Littlest Landscaper

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The Littlest Landscaper

It was about 5 years ago now that my then lawn maintenance guy (aka
"landscaper") decided to get out of the business and told me he was going
to refer me to a fellow of his who would do a good job for me.

Taking him at his word, and not wanting to have to go through searching the
yellow pages and finding a replacement, I agreed.

A couple days later I got a call on my cell phone.

"Hi, I'm Jerry," the voice said.  "Johnny asked me to call you about taking
over for him.

"Oh, yeah," I sort of mumbled, confused as to who/what... I have a buddy
named John, but never thought of him as "Johnny"...and what was he going to
"take over for him"??  Then it registered.

"Oh,... Hi, Jerry," I brightened.

"Could I come over today or tomorrow to meet you and have you show me what
you might expect?"

"Ummmm...sure..." I answered.  His voice sounded kind of typical for the
local area.  It was definitely male but still had a rather young timbre to
it.

"What would be good for you?" he asked.

"Well.... I'm busy today, but I should be here around three o'clock
tomorrow."

"Perfect," he responded.  "I may be a few minutes early or late ...  you
know this business isn't an 'exact science'.  Is that okay?"

"Sure," I answered.  I should be home by about 2:30 or 2:45.  So anytime
after that."

"Great!" he said.  "See you then."

The next day I was home by 2:40 and waiting.  About 10 minutes later, a
pickup truck pulled into my driveway and the driver got out.

I happened to be walking through the living room at the time, so I actually
witnessed it.  As the driver's door opened, I saw a cute, little guy get
out - surely no more than 5'6".  My first reaction was, "damn he's awful
young!"  Then I got a whole new feeling.  He just looked sooooo cute and
little bear-like - even though he was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved
shirt and I had no idea how much hair might be there -- but there was
something about him that gave me the urge to hug him.  He
seemed...well... just incredibly cuddly.

I went to the door and opened it just before he rang the bell.

"Hi, I'm Jerry," he introduced himself with a big smile.

"Hi, I'm Peter Conklin," I replied, holding back the urge to open the door
and just squeeze him.

"You want to show me what you need, or expect?" he got right to business.

I opened the screen door and stepped onto the front deck and started to
lead him around the house.

"As you can see, I don't have much grass...but it does need to be trimmed.
Other than that, this house is surrounded by trees.  There are those big
holly trees behind you, which kill anything under them ...and lose their
leaves mostly in the spring.  There are these pine trees (one actually
growing through the front deck) that drop needles all year long - including
on the roof, which you'll need to clear off a couple times a year. When we
walk around back, you'll see most of the rest are cedars and they loose the
little needles all year as well."

Continuing our circle, I pointed out, "My back yard is totally covered by
the deck there and the hot tub and its platform.  ...and then there are the
trees on the adjoining lots and behind me that add to the droppings.  ..oh,
and yes, the damned English ivy that has taken over the woods around me and
is constantly trying to get to the house!!  You're job will mostly be leaf
- or needle - blowing, a little grass trimming, and weed whacking that
damned ivy back to the property lines!!!"

"Looks easy enough," he responded.  Then he asked, "How often?"

"I don't think there is need for a regular schedule.  I didn't have one
with Johnny.  I just called him when I felt it was needed."

"That's okay," he answered.

"Look..." I sort of mumbled with my head down.  "My first reaction when I
saw you was to ask why you aren't in school today?"

He just chuckled and, looking down himself, he continued, "I'm actually 22
and been out of school for almost 5 years.  I got into this business
because my father died and I'm now helping support my mother who has MS, so
I couldn't go to college, although I am a part- time student at the county
college."

Now I felt like a rotten bastard !!  "Oh," was about the best I could say.

"Look Mr. Conklin," he continued, "here is my cell number.  Just call me
when you need me to come by."

.....and that was a good 5 years ago.  He's been dropping by when I call,
and has now expanded to a new, bigger truck with a name on the doors, and
he has two full-time workers.  He's still sooooo damned cute I want to hug
him everytime I see him.

Okay... where's the story?????

It was when he was here last month and after he and his crew had finished
clearing away the leaves and needles, cut back the ivy, and I was paying
him, I blurted out "thanks for the blow job".

He turned bright red, looked down, and I thought "oh, fuck!! you did it!!
he is going to run like a freight train into the night!!"

Then he looked up and chuckled.  "I guess you could call it that," he said.
"That's okay," he continued.  "I call it that to myself a lot, although
you're the first of my customers to say it to me."

"I hope you weren't offended," I countered.  "I just slipped out."

"No offense," he responded.  "Call me when you need another 'blow job'."

Well, fall has come and the leaves, needles and whatever other crap .. have
fallen - by the freakin' ton!  So I gave him a call last week to come by
when he could.

He called back to say that he could be here on Monday at 8am.

Sure enough at 8 am I was awakened by the sound of leaf blowers revving up
in both the front and back of my house.  I got up and looked out.  His two
workers were out there although I didn't see Jerry himself.

One of his guys is a thin white kid with a scraggly beard, the other is an
also thin, but a hispanic, or latino, guy.  Neither of them really seemed
very attractive to me until the latino guy was blowing my back deck and I
was in my family room where I could see a very prominent bulge in the front
of his jeans.  He was taller than most of his peers and had a very
pronounced, romanesque nose.  Hmmm...  what do they say about noses and
cocks ???

As he worked his way across to the driveway side of my house, I heard the
other guy coming around from the front to the driveway.

Then they met just in front of my parked SUV, still waving the blower
nozzles all over.  That's when the white guy reached over and grabbed a
handful of latino basket.  I damned near shit!!  OH BOY!!!  Was this going
to get interesting.

The two of them then 'blew' their way back onto the rear deck and off the
steps down by the hot tub.  There are woods behind my house and on the
south side.  The hot tub is on the north and the house there is strictly a
'summer house', so no one is there this time of year.  Apparently, those
boys had this figured out, because as they got next to the hot tub .. they
started to grope each other and pretty soon had two cocks out.

I have to say the "nose indicator" was accurate for the latino guy.  He had
a very nice long, thin, uncut cock - maybe 7".  The white kid was also
surprisingly well endowed with a long, thin, cut cock.  It too was about
7".

By now I had moved into my bedroom which has a window overlooking the hot
tub and I had a great view.  Staying back at the edge, I was able to watch
without being seen myself.

They were trading hand-jobs and sucks, then both turned toward the back
wall of the house and jerked off to a synchronized orgasm.  Hot pearly cum
was being shot out of both cockheads onto the foundation of my house there.
Then they turned to each other and gave a bit of spooge to each other's
cock before they briefly docked, leaned forward and quickly kissed.

I reached down, grabbed my cock, jerked it about 3 times and unloaded a
major series of shots onto the glass of my window.  Then as they moved off
to opposite sides of the house, I grabbed a condom out of my night stand
and went out the back door and recovered some of their still warm cum into
the condom "for later".  (yes... I'm a pervert...  I love to take a condom
full of cum and use it to jerk off in.  You ever tried that ???  as they
say... "if not, don't knock it")

A little bit later, I was looking out the front window where the white kid
was still loading leaves onto a tarp and dragging them out into the woods
behind my house, when I saw Jerry coming across the yard to help.  As the
two went into the woods, I saw the kid reach over and grab a handful of
Jerry's crotch.

I had two thoughts... "OMG... he's a horny fuck!"  and "OMG... he just
groped his boss!"  Then the third one emerged.  "He groped that hot boy!!!
And 'hot boy' didn't slap his hand away.  And .. that means... 'hot boy'
... that cuddly little devil... was into games."

When they came back out of the woods, I opened the front door and hollered,
"Hey, Jerry, can you come here a minute?"

"Sure," he answered and started for the door.

"C'mon in," I said.  Actually this was the first time he had ever come
inside my house.  Up to this point everything was done on the front deck or
out in the yard.

He seemed a little reluctant at first, like he thought he might be
trespassing or something.

...but I stood back and held the door for him.

When he was inside, I closed the door.

He looked like he was almost scared.  Like he thought I was going to hit
him with an axe or something.

Well... it wasn't an axe ... just something.

Looking him straight in the eyes, I said, "Last time you were here, I
thanked you for the 'blow job'... this time I'm going to let you say 'thank
you'."

He looked at me quizzically and started to sputter ... "Hunnnh?  Whatcha
mean?.."

"Look... if your 'boys' can get each other off in my backyard, and one of
them can get a handful of your 'junk'... well..."  and with that I grabbed
my own handful.

Before he could make a move or even get any words out, I knelt down,
unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock
out through the fly of his y- fronts.

Funny thing...it was at least half-hard, and five seconds later as it was
in my mouth, it was 20-something rigid!!!

I sucked on it for about 30 seconds while I also pulled his jeans down to
his ankles.  Then I backed off momentarily as I pulled his white briefs
down there as well.

"Lie down on the sofa," I ordered.  "Right behind you."

He didn't say a word, he just back shuffled and then flopped back on the
sofa....and I was back on his cock like a fly on honey.  My hands went
under his shirt and began to rub his chest, zeroing in on his nipples.  My
tongue was going wild all over his six cut inches of sweet meat.  It wasn't
a real challenge, just soooo damned ripe 'n ready.

I reached down and pulled his right boot off and then extricated his right
leg from the jeans and briefs.  Lifting that leg, I moved my mouth down to
his nicely loose ball sac and took his right nugget into my mouth.  I also
had my goatee covered chin digging into his perineum.  He just moaned and
bucked his hips up.

I switched to his left ball and continued to work my chin.  He bucked
higher.

"Awwwwwww... fuck!" he finally managed speech.

"Awwwwwww...shittttttt..... Mr. C....  we shouldn't...."

"Wrong!!  Why shouldn't we?  You are soooo fucking tasty, and I'm guessing
horny as well ...  and I have wanted to do this for 5 freakin' years!!!!
Why not?!?!"

"'cause ... 'cause...  ohhhhh, fuckkkkk ....  Suck my balls!" he moaned.

With that, I pulled both of them into my mouth and really started to chow
down.  Then I released them and worked my way back up the underside of his
shaft until I was able to get my lips up and over the glans and slide them
back down to where I had my nose buried in his tight little pubes.

I started to move up and down his shaft with my lips tightened and my
tongue working around the head and spending extra time on the corona and in
the little 'v' on the bottom of the head.  He began to thrust up and down
matching my movements.

My right hand was rubbing his chest and nips and down his abs.  I moved my
left hand to his balls, and feeling the slick slobber of my earlier
attention to his balls, I rubbed my left middle finger into the goo and
then moved it back behind the balls until it was rubbing on his tight star
of a pucker.

"Ohhhhh... fuckkkkkkk.... Mr. C.....  Awwwwwwww mannnnnn....  Ohhhhhhh keep
that up...and I'm gonna cum!!!"

I managed an "unhhhhunhh" with my mouth full of sweet young ready-to-shoot
cock.

"It's gonnnnaaaaa .... It's gonnnnnnaaaaaa .....  oooooooohhhh ngggggggg..
nnggggg... Awwwwwwwwwww Fucccckkkkkkkkkk"! he shouted as he jammed his cock
up into my mouth and my finger shoved home into his hole.

His body went rigid as his back and ass arched up off the sofa.  He was in
the head and heels only position as his wonderful member went harder,
wider, and hotter ... and then unleashed a torrent of hot young man's jizm
into my throat.

I swallowed as fast as I could as my finger jammed deeper until it found
his hot spot and rubbed it over and over again.

He went totally silent.  I think he lost the power of speech at that point.
He just stayed in his arched position and his cock spasmed over and over as
it pumped more juice than I ever expected out of a little guy like him.

I gave up trying to drink it all.  I was just letting it drain out of my
mouth onto his balls ..and, yes, the sofa...  Fuck!  I can scrub the
cushion later!!  I just wanted him to have what I thought might be the 'cum
of his life'.

When he stopped shooting and I had drained his balls, I rolled off my knees
and sat back on the floor next to him.  My right hand was still rubbing the
front of his body, but now also went down his thighs to his knees.

He just lay there with his eyes closed as his breathing began to return to
normal.

Leaning forward toward his head, I finally asked, "Are you okay?"

With that he opened his eyes and turned his face toward me.

"Oh...  I'm more than 'okay'... thank you.  I'm fucking delirious."

It dawned on me... I'd never heard him say much more than "what do you need
today" or "we're through"... or "sixty-five dollars" certainly never a word
like "delirious".  I was both surprised and pleased that he had a real
vocabulary.

That's when he added, "by the way, I'm graduating next month and I have a
'real job' lined up.  I'm selling this business, but I think you'll like
Nat, the guy I'm selling it to.  He already knows my boys ...and apparently
you know about them.  So I don't think you are going to have much of a
'break in period', if you get my meaning.... Oh, yes... Juan is a top and
Rich is a bottom."

"Gotcha," was about all I could say.  Then, of course, I added "Guess I'll
have to get to know Juan a bit better" ... then thought and asked, "how
much do I owe you for today?"

"Make it fifty dollars," he answered.

"NO!" I countered.  "It's never been less than sixty-five.  Don't let
pleasure interfere with business.  Here's seventy-five.  That extra ten is
not for you, it's for your 'boys' and what they did for me - and us -
today."

"Thanks," he said, "and here's my new cell number.  Maybe...??..."

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