Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 14:03:56 -0500 (CDT)
From: Jannick@webtv.net
Subject: The Lawnmower Man

I love Wednesdays!!!  Every week the groundskeepers are brought in to
mow the lawn at my apartment complex.  These men are sooo hot, usually
shirtless and wearing cut-off shorts, with sweat pouring all over their
young bodies.

This week, I decided to take the day off and watch the men.  At two
o'clock, the whirl of the lawnmower came past my window, and I ran to
the living room and opened my sliding glass door.  There was the most
gorgeous man I have ever seen - 22 years old, 5'10" tall, 165 lbs.,
brown curly hair with blonde streaks, piercing blue eyes, and the most
beautiful chest I ever laid eyes on, a six-pack covered lightly with a
little bit of hair, perfectly tanned bronze from the hot summer sun, and
dripping with beads of sweat.  Just staring at him made me hard as a
rock, so I thought I would be nice and offer him a cold soda and a towel
to wipe off that sweat.  He told me his name was Chris, then slowly
drank the soda, rubbing the cool glass against his forehead and pecs,
thanked me for the towel and placed it around his neck, continuing his
job.  He said he would return it before he left.

I continued to watch as he and the rest of the crew worked feverishly to
finish the job, and my cock was straining for some relief.  Forgetting
about the open door, I slowly unbuttoned by shorts and released my seven
inch tool from the constraining material.  If Chris only knew the
hard-on he caused...

I sat back on my futon and massaged my man muscle, encircling the head
with the beads of pre-cum that dripped from the thick slit.  I was in
pure heaven - if only someone was there to share it with me!  I totally
lost all my surroundings and let my hands go wild - not hearing the
lawnmowers stop and the crew packing up the trucks.  All of a sudden, I
heard a footstep on my patio.  I scrambled to cover my hard cock, when
there stood the vision of perfection, returning the towel that I had
given him earlier.  When he got to the door, I had just hiked up my
shorts, but I was unable to fasten them.  Once again he thanked me for
the towel and drink and looked down to my hastily pulled-up briefs.

"It seems you got quite a show of me today," he said, looking down.  My
zipper was down and my cock was springing out to him.  "I would love
another soda or beer, if you've got one."

With that he turned around and yelled to the crew to take off without
him, that he'd see them tomorrow.  He slid open the screen door to the
patio and entered my living room.  I returned from the kitchen, zipped
up, with a beer in hand.

"Why did you zip up?" he asked, "We got a lot to talk about, and I don't
wanna sit on your furniture all hot and sweaty like this, do you mind if
I use your facilities?"

Could this be real, I thought?  Here was the most gorgeous hunk of man
wanting to take a shower and cool off with me - who was I to say no?!?!
"Go right ahead, the bathroom is on the right, there's fresh towels in
the closet."

With that, he entered the bathroom and removed his shorts.  He came back
into the living room totally naked, asking if I could stick the shorts
in the washer while he showered.  When I turned around to grab the
shorts, there he was in all of his glory - a symbol of perfection.  His
body was one that any man would die for, and his cock was beyond
anything that I had ever seen in my life.  It was at least 8 inches
soft, running down half the length of his perfectly toned thigh.  He
handed me the shorts, and they slipped out of my hands falling right
before his feet.  I knelt over to reach for them, and his cock was
swinging right in front of my face.   At that point I lost control, and
grabbed the cock in my hands and began to lick the shaft with my tongue.

The scent of his still sweaty body did wonders to me!  My cock was now
bulging so hard that the zipper to my shorts snapped open, once again
exposing my manhood.  Chris reached down and slid his hand down my
shorts to my ass.  He gently massaged my ass as his cock got hard in my
mouth.  Soon Chris had slid my shorts off of me and was fingering my
man-hole with his long, rough, manly hand.

With every suck, Chris' hot cock elongated inside of my mouth.  I would
guess that the fully erect tool was at least 11 inches.  Chris moaned as
I tried to take as much as I could into his mouth.  By this pont, I was
down on the floor, and Chris was moaning that he wanted my cock in his
mouth, so he spun around (while inside my mouth) to the 69 position.
The spin caused a full encirclement of his head with my tongue, and
Chris moaned that he was going to cum.  He pumped the hot man juice down
my throat, and I loved the sweet taste of it.  He then worked on my
cock, rubbing my balls with one hand while placing a finger up my ass
with the other.  I was moaning so loud as he went up and down on my rod
while sticking two, then three fingers up my love hole.

I exploded into Chris' mouth the thickest, hottest cream I have ever
ejaculated.  Chris did all he could to gulp down every last bit of it,
turning back to me and kissing me, giving me a taste of my own juice.
He then looked deeply into my eyes and said that I was the best tasting
cum he had ever had and that he wanted us to take a shower together and
suck and fuck all night long!!!   Well, who was I to say no?

To be continued....
Jannick@webtv.net