Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 15:07:43 -0600
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Josh's Summer Job 2

This is an explicit fictional account of homoerotic behavior.  If you are
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no farther!

The characters and situations portrayed are purely fictional and
therefor(e) have no fear of catching or passing on STDs.  If you are
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Josh's Summer Job 2


Josh parked the truck and strolled to the back door of the large colonial
house.  As expected it was open.  He could hear the television in the den
and helped himself to a soda from the fridge.  The house was air
conditioned.  Its chill environs made him shiver, and his nipples stood
proud and sharp.  He ran the cold can over one and twisted the other.  His
cutoffs grew tight in response.  A middle aged man was in the den.  He had
short cut gray hair and a well manicured goatee.  He was lounging on a
leather couch.  His robe was open. His cock was erect.  It glistened as he
teased the head and watched porn on the large monitor mounted on the wall.

"Hey Mr. Coyle."

"Right on time."  He said looking up to admire the young stud standing in
the doorway.

"Don't want to miss my weekly service call."

"That right?"

"My favorite stop," Josh smiled.

"You don't have to lie for me."

"Lie!  Who's lying?" Josh said stepping between the man and the screen.
"I'd don't know anyone that gives better head than you."

"That right."

"Damn right.  Now get on your knees and lick the fuckin' sweat off my
balls."

The man dropped to his knees from the couch.  He reached for the button on
Josh's cutoffs only to have his hand slapped away.

"Please?"

"Through the denim, been sweatin' all day, should be a real treat."

He mouthed the distended pouch of damp cotton material.  The aroma and
flavor of the young stud's crotch swept over him.  He chewed and sucked as
the package expanded and strained the already taut material.  The head of
Josh's growing meat appeared above the waist band of his shorts.  Mr. Coyle
saw it emerge and followed the shaft upward.  The arrow shaped head leaked
against his tongue.  He sucked at the flaring slit, hungry for more of the
oozing syrup.

Josh pushed the shorts down his hips. They puddled around his ankles and he
stepped deftly from them and his sneakers.  He pulled down on his long hard
cock and let it go.  It snapped up hard and slapped his tight belly leaving
a wet imprint of the head beside his navel.

"C'mon pig, eat my sweaty sack."

The gentleman at his feet was only too happy to comply.  He sucked
ravenously at the boy's balls savoring the rich salty flavor and inhaling
his musk.

"Oh yeah.  Need it all today."

Josh turned and parted his dimpled ass.  Sweat stained hurls of tawny hair
led into the convoluted knot that marked its center.

"You want it don't ya Mr. Coyle.  You love to eat my funky ass."

The man groaned uncontrollably as he buried his face in the Josh's ass.
His tongue shot out to drill into its center.  His hands massaged the well
muscled mounds.  Josh reached out for the wall.  The sensations coursing
through him were profound.  He leaned forward giving the man servicing him
every access.  The tongue lapping at his anus was strong and skilled.  It
worked into him then stroked him from balls to backbone before returning to
the core.

"Coulda got some from this pretty boy earlier today."  Josh groaned.  "He
was hot for a test ride.  But I been savin' this load special for you
Mr. Coyle.  Haven't jerked it or nuthin' for days, sure hope you're
hungry?"

Josh turned and grabbed the man by his ears.  His long cock twitched
visibly.  He drove it between the man's lips and pumped frantically.
Mr. Coyle gurgled and gulped as cum jetted into his mouth.  Josh pushed
deeper, driving the long meaty pole into the man's gullet.  Bursts of cum
painted the rippling passage.  The man swallowed the monumental load.  It
seemed to go on for minutes, Josh panting and grunting; Coyle gulping and
slurping.  At last Josh fell back and sat on the arm of the couch.
Mr. Coyle followed him nursing on the steely pole, slowly milking up the
last of the hot thick load.

Josh trembled and moaned but made no attempt to dislodge his tormentor.  He
reached down and gave his sagging balls a hard squeeze.  Coyle sighed as
another dollop of cream oozed into his mouth.  He pouted when Josh finally
pushed him away.  Josh leaned forward and wrapped his arms beneath his
knees.  His supple frame and remarkable length brought the purple head of
throbbing cock within reach.  Bobbing gently he was able to engulf several
inches of his own meat and sucked hard to draw out a sample of his own
discharge.  Coyle had returned to working Josh's balls and ass.  His expert
attention kept Josh erect and thrumming despite the recent orgasm.

"Where's your toy?"  Josh gasped.

Coyle's eye opened wide.  Josh had only ever allowed him to play with his
ass orally.  He fumbled with the drawer of the end table and nearly dropped
the lube and vibrator stored there.  He anointed the toy and brought it
gently to Josh's pulsing hole.  He turned the dial and the metal cylinder
buzzed to life.

"Fuck me."  Josh demanded through gritted teeth.

He pressed the vibrating toy to Josh's hole.

"Do it!"

The knob of the metal dildo popped into his taut anal ring.  Josh clamped
down hard on the cold metal tube.  The vibration sent chills through his
body and his cock hardened and leaked once more.

"Now pump my ass and suck me."

Coyle did as he was told.  He took the long hard cock between his lips and
began sucking.  His hands remained busy as well.  One driving the vibrator
in and out Josh's ass with a firm steady rhythm, the other exploring the
boy in ways he was not usually allowed.  He plucked at Josh's nipples and
tickled his ribs.  He followed the lines and contours of the boy's hard
smooth body.  He used the vibrator to explore the anal canal, pressing it
upward under his throbbing cock in search of the button.  Josh's body
tightened when Coyle finally located the sensitive structure.  His muscles
drew up in tight bunches and his skin flushed.  The flow from the head of
his cock increased and his balls drew upward in their sack.

Coyle milked the boy's balls as they tightened, and took more and more of
the shaft into his throat.  The angle and extreme rigidity of the member
made the chore difficult.  At last he found the position, standing between
Josh's wide splayed thighs and descending on the hard column from above.
He matched his oral progress with that of the dildo; stroking the prostrate
in time with his bobbing head.

Josh took hold of Mr. Coyle's head and fucked viciously into the man's
throat.  His gut clenched tight to the vibrator that was driving him toward
the brink of another tremendous cum.  He cried out as the sensation
overwhelmed him.  His balls ached.  Veins and tendons stood out across his
body in bold relief.  With a deep groan he came.  The first blast was lost
deep in the man's throat.  Coyle could feel the volley as the hard shaft
jerked in his gullet.  Josh pulled back until just the head of his enraged
cock was in the man's mouth.  Molten lust filled Coyle's mouth and leaked
from the corners of his lips.  The taste and smell flooded his senses.
Josh slid to the floor panting.  Coyle sat back on his heels, swallowing a
mouthful of the boy's seed and licking the remnants of discharge from his
hand and face.

As Coyle finished he noticed Josh still quivering.  The vibrator still
hummed in the boy's ass.  Coyle eased the toy from him and shut it off.  He
licked drops of cum from Josh's belly and chest and seeing Josh did not
protest nursed on one of his nipples for a self indulgent moment.  Josh
sighed and directed the man to his other nipple.  He smiled at the man
pleasuring him, before gently disentangled himself.

"Mind if I get a shower before I start your lawn?"

"Can I help."

"Wash me?"

"Yes."

"If ya want, I guess."

Coyle led Josh upstairs to the master bath.  He shampooed Josh's hair and
scrubbed his back.  He used the wash cloth and lufa until the boy's skin
glowed.

Coyle ran his hand over the boy's muscled ass.  His fingers lingered in the
cleft and massaged the convoluted ring he had so recently feasted on.
Lovingly he massaged and washed the boy's groin.  Exploring every crevice
and cleaning every aperture.  He scrubbed Josh's shapely legs and then his
feet.

He then dried the boy once more feasting his eyes on the near perfect
frame, and the long smooth lines of his body.  He wanted more, he always
wanted more when it came to Josh, but the boy carefully controlled the
situation.  Josh slipped back into his cutoffs and sneakers.  He headed out
to cut the lawn.  Before he'd finished Coyle emerged from the house
carrying his golf clubs.  He stowed them in the trunk of his new Mercedes
and headed for the club.  When Josh finished up he found an envelope on his
dash, in it was his pay for the afternoon's labor.  On the seat was a
leather jacket that Josh had once admired in Coyle's company at the mall.

>>>

Josh was raking up after having cut the shrubs at his last stop for the
day.  As he bagged the last of the debris Mrs. Johnson appeared on the
veranda with a pitcher of lemonade.

"Care for a cold drink?"  She offered.

"Sure would, it's been a scorcher."

She was in her late thirties, but cycled and played tennis to stay in
shape.  She was wearing a pair of shorts and sleeveless blouse.  Her black
hair was cut moderately long and draped to a soft curl at her shapely neck.
A drop of sweat ran down between her ample breasts.  Josh smiled and took a
deep drink of the icy lemonade.  He closed his eyes and ran the glass
across his forehead relaxing into the chair.  She drank in his long lean
body, allowing her gaze to linger on the pronounced lump gathered in his
lap.  He stretched and in the process spread his legs wider and drew the
material tight around his ample endowment.

"Suppose I should get goin'."  He said rising to leave.

"Have you finished?  I didn't know."

"Unless there's somethin' else you need done?"

"Come in, I'll get my check book."

The room was cool and inviting.  There was something simmering on the
stove.

"Sure smells good."  Josh said leaning close.

"It's just a little soup."

"Not the soup ma'am," Josh whispered, smiling shyly.

The comment caught her off guard.  She looked into his eyes.  Golden lashes
fluttered over his crystal blue orbs.  The tip of his tongue brushed his
upper lip.  She blushed.  He was closer than she expected.  He smelled of
hard work, soap and new mown lawn.  Her lips parted as she sighed.  He
moved in and kissed her lightly; then quickly moved back, but not away.
She was excited and frightened.  Their eyes locked again.  The passion in
his eyes was evident.  She groaned and pulled him into an embrace.  His
body was hard and lean.  Their tongues dueled and teeth clicked.  He
pressed her into the counter, his groin rode her hip.  The unmistakable
hardness there made her knees weak.  He guided her hand to it.  Her eyes
widened as she assayed his endowment.  He cupped her breast.  It was full
and ripe to the touch.  A few deft moves and the buttons for her blouse
allowed him better access.  He pulled the sports bra beneath the two great
pale melons and bent to suckle the ripe red nipples that strained to meet
him.  Her hands ran through his damp curls and drew him back and forth
between her breasts.  He paused and cupped one in each of his large hands,
then kissed her deep and hard.

He stepped back from her.  She leaned against the counter for support.  He
pushed the cutoff down his slim hips and stepped out of them and his
sneakers.  His long cock swayed before him.  Her eyes were riveted to it.
It dripped and pulsed visibly.  She reached out for it.  He smiled and
pushed her hand away.  He gave it several long slow strokes.  She surveyed
his entire form.  She'd never experienced anything so virile, so enticing,
so sexual.  He smiled seeing her desire unmasked.  He kissed her lightly
and sank to his knees.  Her shorts rolled down her round hips.  The scent
of her fired his lust.  Her panties were drenched, and he lapped and sucked
at the sheer material until her taste filled him.  He tore the material
with his teeth and parted her swollen lips with his nose.  The bridge of it
rode up against her clit as his tongue dipped into her molten core.  She
cried out and once more took hold of his tawny locks.  He slurped and
sucked the glorious flow, letting her orgasm mount as she rode his face.
She ground into him relentlessly, crashing from peek to peek.  He continued
the sensuous torture until her knees weakened and she began to slump toward
the floor.

Pleased with his accomplishment he licked his way upward.  Long arms looped
beneath her knees.  He lifted her easily to the countertop, parting her
legs and setting his hardness in her sopping gash.  With long slow strokes
he anointed his length.  He leaned forward for another kiss.  His face was
slick.  She savored her own juices from his lips.  He fisted his manhood
and brought himself into alignment.

"Do you want it?"  He whispered in her ear.

She shuddered and croaked an inaudible response.

"Tell me."

"Fuck me."  She moaned.

He thrust, short and hard.  Six smooth inches pierced her.  Her hips
hitched in response.  More of his hard tool slid home.  She gasped.  He
rolled his hips, long and slow.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt movement
deep within her.  A last thrust and his balls slapped her upturned ass.

She rocked against him; short hard thrusts of her pelvis riding the long
pole that speared her gut.  He reached down and plucked at her distended
clitoris.  Her body quaked in return.  Slowly he pulled back.  The flanged
head of his appendage threatened to fall free.  He changed directions.  The
speed and power of his thrust caused the room to echo with the impact of
their bodies.  A dozen hard swift strokes followed.  Then he held himself
deep within her and stirred with wide circles of his hips.  Her head
snapped from side to side.  Her nails clicked against the countertop
seeking a handhold.  She wrapped him in a desperate embrace.  Again his
hips flailed hard causing the sharp sound of flesh slapping flesh to fill
the space.

He rose to observe her.  His body was bathed in fresh sweat.  He was
flushed with effort.  He pulled her legs together and pushed them back into
her chest.  Her swollen pussy rolled into sight.  Once more he drove his
nose into the crevice, slurping and sucking the moisture from her hole like
it was nourishment for which he starved.  Then he captured her clit and
ravaged it with his tongue and teeth; sucking and nipping at the proud hard
knob `til she begged for respite.

He delved lower, parting her plump ass, and sweeping his tongue through the
long smooth valley between her mounds.  Her asshole puckered like a
sunrise, and pulsed beneath his probing.  Stiffening the oral appendage he
pressed for entry.  She squealed and wriggled as he moved slowly within.
Deeper and deeper his tongue slithered, opening her along with a desire she
had never considered.  Again he stood over her.  His cock wedged into her
swampy slit.  He rode atop her bringing her to the edge of orgasm once
more.  Then fit the arrow shaped head of the slick tool to her anus.

"It's cherry ain't it?"  He panted.

She nodded unable to speak.

"You want me to pop it?"

Yes," she whispered.

He rolled his hips.  The anal knot spread just enough to kiss the tip.  He
relaxed slowly allowing his weight to come to bear.  Her sphincter unwound
in tiny increments finally allowing the head to slip in.  Her breath came
in tiny gasps.  His cock widened just past the flair of the head.  He
pressed and she spread wider as he passed within, the long shaft slowly
sliding in on a slick of her own creation.  Half way home he paused.  She
was panting hard and amazed at the sensation.  He pulled back slightly then
drove anew.

Gently he stroked, rocking slowly in and out of her anal passage with
practiced patience.  With each pass he used a little more of the length,
pulling back just a little farther and pressing in just a little harder.
By the time he was using half his length he was once again hammering into
her body.  She raved incoherently as she took hold of his flexing ass.
She'd never been fucked like this and she didn't want it to stop.  Suddenly
he withdrew.  He stood over her panting.  The hard tool in his hand was
purple at the head.

"Tell me what you want?"  He demanded, breath heaving his chest to greater
dimensions.

"I want you to fuck me with that stud meat."  She spat desperate for more
of what he offered.

Josh slammed back into her ass.  He fucked hard and long holding her legs
high and wide.  He tore free of her ass and shoved the pole into her pussy.
Once again she ranted and raved as the boy between her legs proved to be
more man that she'd ever hoped to find.  Josh felt the edges of his own
orgasm begin to coalesce.  His balls tightened and his legs clenched.  He
fell atop her sweat slick body and pumped, no longer thinking about her,
simply laboring toward a blissful release.  His breath grew short. He
grunted as the lightning flashed behind his eyes and the bolts of lust
fired deep within her.  His effort spurred her to one last surge.  She
clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he moved her in ways she had not
experienced since delivering her last child.

Finally they lay still sodden and steaming on the countertop.  In the far
doorway of the adjacent room someone stood watching.  As Josh recovered he
recognized Billy, her eldest son.  They were classmates.  Their eyes met.
Billy's hand grasped hard at the lump in his jeans.  He retreated from the
room.  Josh waited a long moment not sure what would happen next.
Mrs. Johnson pulled him to her for another kiss.  His flagging cock was
still buried in her twitching vagina.  He slid it free, it was still
tender.  She slid from the counter to her knees, kissing the head and
gently licking away the remnant of their discharge from the shaft.

In a bathroom he washed quickly at the sink and slipped back into his
cutoffs and sneakers.  The kitchen smelled of sex, but she was cleaning the
counter and had opened the windows.  But for her damp hair, she was once
more the proper suburban housewife.  She smiled a knowing smile and touched
his chest.  He beamed back and she handed him the check.  It was for twice
the agreed price.  As he packed the tools back in the pickup he noticed
Billy sitting on the front steps.

"Hey Billy, you okay?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Got hot watchin' yer Mom, huh?"

He rose quickly, but Josh stood in his way.

"Dude, she's a really hot lady."

Billy didn't say a word.  He looked deep into Josh's eyes then walked
around him and toward the driveway.

"Look, it'll never happen again okay.  I promise."  Josh said rushing to
catch up with him.

Billy just stopped and shook his head.  Josh didn't know what else to say.
He walked to the truck and got in.  He hung his head and wishing this
hadn't happened, but there was no way to take it back.  When he looked up
Billy was standing beside the truck, a tear coursing down his cheek.  He
brushed the black hair from his eyes and set his hand on Josh's exposed
arm.

"I got hot watchin' you."  He admitted.

Josh was surprised.  He and Billy had never been close, but they'd known
each other since grade school, taking the same bus, sharing a table at
lunch, playing on the same teams.  He looked the boy over recognizing the
same classic lines and features that had enticed him into seducing the
boy's mother.

"Pretty sad huh?"  Billy shuddered as another tear joined the first.

"Sad," Josh wondered. "Why sad?"

"I'm a fag."

"You're no pansy."

"What?"

"You're not a fairy."

"I'm..."

"Hot for me.  So??"

"You're not angry about that?"

"About a cute guy that's hot for me, no way!"

Billy looked confused.

"You busy tonight?"

"I'm--no."

"Ya know the Redmen?"

"Know who?"

"Never mind."

"Never mind!"

"I'll call you around eight okay?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes tonight.  That is if you're interested in some of what you saw?"  Josh
said starting the truck and backing away.