Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:02:37 +0200
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: Yardwork With Tom-7

Thanks for all the great feedback, guys. Really enjoying it. - Dave

Steve left in a hurry - he made some excuse about having to get back to the
kids, which may or may not have been true. The next day I worked by myself
until the early afternoon, and then took a short nap. Around 4:30 in the
evening, Tom's mother called. I gulped when I heard her voice. Had Tom told
her as well what went on between us? Oh Jesus...

"I didn't want to bother you with this," she began. "But Tom's been
pestering me all day to come over your place for a swim."

What a relief. "Oh don't worry - I'm just doing some odds and ends around
here. He's a strong swimmer, right?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. As long as you don't mind."

"No problem," I said, playing it cool.

Tom was over in 10 minutes or so. He came by, to my delight, in some short
cut off shorts. I could really drink up his gangly long legs and noticed
the silky black hair on his calves. He smiled just a little with his mouth
closed - back to shy. I loved this dynamic - now familiar - of Tom getting
shy at the beginning of a visit each time. It made our meetings even more
exciting for me.

"Hey Tom. Feel like a swim I hear. Glad you came by." I went up to him and
put my arm around his shoulder and nuzzled him a little. His body was tight
but he smiled. I ruffled his shiny black hair. "How was it at your
grandfather's place?"

"It was pretty cool." He looked at me now, biting his lip.

"What'd you guys do?"

"My grandma made us sandwiches and we went fishing in the Hudson."

"You catch anything?"

"Just small stuff. Threw it back."

"I worked with Steve yesterday, you know." I tried to gauge his
reaction. There was none. I wondered - did he expect Steve to confront me,
and did he think everything was just going to be okay? It could be that he
just figured that Steve and I would work things out when he told Steve that
we had been sexual together. Well, we did, in a way. "Steve's really
cool. You're lucky to have him as a big bro."

He smiled and nodded. "I always wished I had had a big brother," I
continued. Then we were silent for a while. I was organizing some paint
cans in the shed and he was staring around at nothing in particular. One
thing I noticed - I noticed everything with Tom - was that he was standing
with his hip cocked to one side. This was very unlike him. It looked, in a
word, gay - for him at least, who was usually my quite macho 15 year-old
Tom. He was looking around, and put his hand on his hip. Holy shit, I
realized - Tom was trying, in his inexperienced way, to get things
going. That's why he wanted to go over for a swim.

I decided to let it build a little, and just took him in, smiling. He
didn't look at me, but knew I was looking at him. I looked at his waist, I
looked at his face; I smiled more. "Well, I'm glad you're not still mad at
me from the other day," I said, meaning when I slid my finger in his
hole. I didn't say it outright, but he knew just what I meant.

"I got you back," he said quietly, not looking up. He sure had - I could
still feel the sting in my cheeks when he slapped me like that - like his
little bitch. Thinking about that now, I felt my dick retract - that always
happened to me whenever I was nervous about something. But it was also
erotic to think about - to think about how Tom and I had this strange
little world together, with its own laws - like him being allowed to
bitch-slap me, and me being allowed to use his young body for my
pleasure. Tom's world was less filled with other more normal alternatives,
I realized, because he was younger. For me, it was sweet and transgressive
at the same time to be with him. What was it like for him, I wondered? What
was he making of all this - sex with his neighbor, a married guy and a
father?

He shifted around a little, and then did something that was dangerously
cute. He leaned with his elbow against the wall and leaned his hip out the
other way, and stayed there, looking at me. It was obvious now that Tom
wanted to initiate some more sex with me, but what kind? Before, I had made
the moves, and here he was, playing a new role: Seducing me actively, and
showing me another side of himself, a more queer side. I had the feeling he
was just discovering it himself. He looked so cute in those cut-offs - I
just had to tell him.

"You look great, Tom. You're really sexy in those shorts, if you don't mind
me saying."

He didn't smile, but his eyes widened a little. "How?" he asked.

"How what?"

"How...am I - sexy?"

Oh, this game, again. Whether Tom realized it or not, he had a way of
seducing me and making me feel in control all at once. He acted passive,
but was always drawing me out, making me admit how much he affected me -
how much power he had over me. I think he knew just what he was doing, by
asking me to say things literally. It was a perfect arrangement, in any
case - it allowed both of us to act in a way that we never had before. I
had a feeling of being in a very far away, exotic place, but at the same
time, feeling safe. Did he feel that too?

"You're sexy in a lot of ways, Tom," I went on. "I really like your black
hair, and I like how it's on your legs and your ass." He looked down
involuntarily at his legs, mutely, and swallowed. He had probably never
thought about the hair on his legs in erotic terms. "I like your blue eyes
- I like how you squint sometimes when you say stuff." I smiled, and he
smiled - he knew what I meant.

"I don't know why I do that. My mom says it's a tick."

"Could be. It's cool - special to you." I paused. "And just now I was
really digging your butt in those shorts. You know, I didn't mean to force
it on you the other day, but...there's a lot of good feelings that a guy
can get there. When we were roughing around there, did you feel anything
when I had my finger inside you for a minute - besides being pissed off at
me?"

"Well...," his voiced cracked. "I kind of felt it in my dick."

"Yeah, exactly."

I was going to tell him a little more about that, but he continued. "But I
always felt weird about some guy sticking his dick in there."

He said it fast, like a prepared statement. Tom revealed, cutely, more than
he probably meant to - mainly, that he had been giving some thought about
having a dick in his ass and what that would be like. I was thinking that
he could have asked his brother Steve after he fucked him what it was like,
but wasn't going to bring that up. Tom was still a mystery to me - he had
fucked his older brother, but was a little on the fence about having
something in his own ass. An instinctive top? Probably straight and just
wanting to get his dick into any orifice? I didn't buy it. You can't know
it until you try. And it looked to me like he was curious, putting his ass
on display for me like this. The last thing to do with someone young is try
to figure out their sexual preferences - they haven't figured them out
themselves yet.

"Well, I can tell you from experience, it feels great," I said firmly,
about getting fucked.

He snickered. "Whoa! You let a guy fuck your ass?"

"Yeah, sure."

"How'd you do it? When was the first time?"

"I was 13. It was my buddy, Brian."

He stopped smiling; he really wanted me to tell him the story, but I loved
having him ask me questions first - it told me everything he was
thinking. "Why did you let him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you let him do it to you? Weren't you scared it would hurt?"

"I was a little. But he had a small dick - he was a late bloomer. And we
used vasoline - and he went slow at first. After a while it felt
great. Besides that, we were playing this game..." I trailed away...it was
all coming back to me.

"What game?"

"Brain and I used to play this game called 'I Want You To...' It was
something he read in a book about sex that he snuck from his mom."

Tom snickered again. "How did it work?"

"The game was real simple, and we played it when we did sex stuff together,
which was pretty much this one summer. One person would be in charge, and
would make sentences that began with, 'I Want You To...'"

Tom said, "Like what?"

"Like...'I want you to play with your dick in front of me'. Or, 'I want you
to play with my dick'. Or just anything you want."

Tom thought about that for a while. Then I said, "Anyhow, that's how I got
his dick in my ass, because he wanted me to let him. And the cool thing
about the game was, once you were playing it, you didn't have to worry
about what you thought - whether it was weird or pervy - you just did it
because it was part of the game."

I knew that he understand exactly what I meant. The room was silent. I
spoke again. "It could be a cool game for us to play if you feel like it
now, Tom."

He swallowed. He said, "Who would go first?" I wasn't sure whom he meant
playing what role, but I knew what I wanted for him, and I knew that he was
down for the game, no matter what role he would play - I could just see it
in his eyes. He had that blank, eager look, like an animal. I had seen it a
few days earlier, the first time he let me play with his cock. Readiness.

"Well I figure since I know the game a little more I can tell you what I
want first. What do you think?" I was trying to keep it casual, but this
was getting hot. I also could see he was nervous - nervous and
excited. "It's just a game, anyways - and you can stop any time you want. I
got up and pretended to do something. Strangely, I wasn't hard, but
extremely excited. I wasn't hard, I realized, because I was empathetically
nervous for Tom. This was the second time this was happening with us - the
first was when both of our cocks shrunk when he was pee shy in front of
me. I was, for some reason, so locked into what Tom was feeling that I went
there with him physiologically on some level - weird and cool.

"O...Okay." He swallowed again. I decided to not make any pretense that
this was casual and try again to put Tom at ease: that would have been
phony. This was serious, for both of us. I was a 35-year-old man with
strong feelings for this 15-year-old boy: that was serious enough for me -
no use denying that. And for Tom, he had just dressed up sexy to come over
and seduce an older man - an older man who had already seduced him. He was
stepping into a new role, and he didn't even know what it was yet.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll start. If it sounds weird, you've got to do it - that's the
rules of the game. So..." I pretended to think about what to ask, then
began. "I want you to turn around with your back towards me and put your
hands on the wall." He scrunched up his face, and slowly did what I asked.

"Now," I continued. "I want you to move your feet further away from the
wall. He complied, and as he did, his ass jutted out, just like I
wanted. "And shake your ass for me and stick it out." He looked around at
me and gave me a look - as if to say, "You're such a fucking perv," - and
then shook it fast, almost brutally. "Slower. I want you to move your ass
slower now." He did it, and something clicked - he was moving it back and
forth, and in little circles. He was getting into it.

"Okay. That's great. That's really sexy, Tom. I like to see your ass like
that, you moving it for me. Do you like doing that?"

"Dunno."

"Now. I want you to unbutton your shorts and pull them down slowly for me."
I heard him gulp. "On second thought, stay like you are. I'm gonna do it."
I came over and stood behind him. "But first your shirt. Stand straight and
raise your arms." He shivered slightly. I pulled his white tee shirt up and
over, and as my fingers brushed his sides, he jerked.

"Tickles."

"Sorry," I whispered. The shirt was off. I couldn't bear it any longer - he
was so tender and beautiful. I had to step out of the role for a minute. I
leaned forward and put my hands slowly on his belly, feeling the small
layer of baby fat and the brush of hair that started his formidable glory
trail. He stood completely still. My hands came up to his chest and nipples
and he trembled, breathing in quickly. I kissed the back of his neck and
loosed the buttons of his cutoffs with a little effort - they were tight
around his waist. One, two...three. I pulled them slowly down, with his
briefs, at the same time.

Now Tom was shirtless, with his pants dropped around his legs, sneakers
on. "I want you to turn around," I said. He turned. He was half hard. I
knew he just needed me to talk a little. "Wow, Tom. What a great dick and
balls you've got there - and all that sexy black hair. You're driving me
crazy." Indeed he was. I was quickly hard and reached in my jeans to let my
cock stand up in there. The words encouraged him and his dick started to
rise, pulsing. He looked at me and put his hands on his hips. "Sway your
hips like you were before." He looked at me, smiled, and shimmied a
little. His dick was fully hard, and moved back and forth a little bit as
he swayed. It stood practically straight up, jutting around lewdly, with
all that foreskin.

"That's fucking hot, Tom. You're really getting my dick hard." He looked at
my groin and looked up at my eyes. "You want to see? He nodded. "Come over
here." He shuffled over. "I want you to open my pants and get them down so
you can see how my cock is hard for you." His breath quickened again. I
noticed more and more how Tom really liked when I spelled things out for
him very clearly. He started to unbutton my button and his hands were
shaking. I took them firmly in mine and squeezed them. They were clammy and
a little cold. I wanted to kiss him so bad but resisted. "You all right,
baby?" I whispered. Oops!

"Yeah...Whatta you mean 'baby'? I'm not a baby."

"Sorry." I caressed his fingers, and, to my delight, he squeezed my hand
back, still looking down.

"Did you call Brian baby when you guys did stuff?" he asked.

"Nope. I would have thought it was faggy. Sorry I said it to you."

"But...then when? When do you say 'baby' to someone?"

"I say it when I feel really close to someone - and it's only happened a
few times for me, Tom - with my wife, maybe a few others, and you. It means
I don't just want sex with you - I guess it means I care about you."

He squeezed my hand again - as if to reassure himself of something - and
then let go. "Okay. You - you can go on with the game."

My cock had gone down to half hard and stood horizontal, waiting.  "Come
and sit on the cushions.," I said. They were still on the floor from the
other day. "I want you to lay down on your back." He did so, looking at me
all the while. I undid his sneakers, pulled them off, and pulled his shorts
and underwear off. I admired his body.

Tom scratched his belly and asked, squinting, "Why do I not take off my
socks?"

"I think you look sexy like that," I said easily. No-brainer.

"Why?" he asked.

"Dunno." I smiled and shrugged. "There's a lot of things about you that are
sexy that wouldn't go on someone else. I wouldn't want to look at most
people in the buff except for in their socks. But you, Tom - look. You make
my dick hard." He looked and smirked. My dick pulsed.

"Okay. I want you to lift up your legs with your arms and hold them back."
He hesitated, and then did what he was told. "Pull them back a little
further if you can." He raised them back and his ass lifted slightly off
the cushions. I could see his hole perfectly, with the silky clumps of
black hair around it. I noticed, with delight, that Tom was not perfectly
clean.

He looked at me nervously. "What are you gonna do?"

"I wanna play with your hole and let you feel that, Tom."

"But..." he looked away and swallowed. His dick was going down. He still
held his position. "I'm...I'm not clean in my ass. There's probably shit
down there."

"I know. But don't you remember a few days ago I told you not to shower? I
like you like that, Tom. Bet you didn't shower today, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't."

"Perfect for me."

He looked back quickly, with a little recrimination. "Why?!"

I didn't have an answer for him really. "Don't know Tom - it's just you - I
really like you a lot and that means I like everything about you - all your
smells in your body too."

He looked away again, and finally sighed, and turned back, looking straight
ahead. "Okay."

"I want you to put some of your spit on my fingers here." He turned his
head and gave me a small gob of spit on my index and middle fingers. I took
it and before he could think, dabbed it around his hole. He endured it. "A
little more." We repeated this a few times, and soon Tom's brown hole was
covered with enough spit for my finger to slide in. "Now. I want you to
push out like you have to shit. Trust me." I remembered vaguely that he had
somehow gotten his dick into his brother's ass, so he had to know vaguely a
little bit about the mechanics of an asshole. I saw him clench his jaw and
knew he was pushing; I saw nothing change in his hole - it was tight! I
slid my middle finger back and forth in his spit and pushed slightly,
puncturing his rim. He gasped and reached involuntarily with his right
hand, putting it on my knee, as if to stop me. I froze.

"Are you in me?" he whispered?

"Hell yeah. Feels fucking great. Nice and warm in there."

He giggled. "Cool."

"I'm gonna go a little further." I pushed slowly deeper with my finger and
he didn't seem to mind. I pushed a little further; he tightened. "Don't do
that," I said. "Even though it seems weird, try to push out instead of pull
in. That way I can get more in there." He did as he was told and I was able
to get my whole finger in there. Tom's penis was completely soft and
shrunken up, which I found deeply erotic. I moved my finger back and forth.
He smiled.

"This is a little bit what it felt like when Brian fucked me with his small
dick," I said. I looked at Tom and he grinned again.

I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to do so much. But I
knew I had to take it slow - I wanted every step to feel safe and good for
him. But how to take the next step?