Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2013 17:31:04 -0400 From: Jon Steynbeck Subject: Boy with a Lawnmower 4 This is the fourth episode in the series Boy With a Lawnmower. As always, this is nothing more than a fantasy. Hope you enjoy. Please, DONATE TO NIFTY!!!! Boy With a Lawnmower 4 Jon.steynbeck@gmail.com I heard the lawnmower start up on a bright Saturday morning at around 8am. It was quite a bit earlier than Ryan usually came around to mow my lawn so I peeked out the window to make sure it was my lawn that was getting mowed. Sure enough, Ryan was pushing his beat up old mower around. I figured he must have a busy day ahead and was getting an early start so he could make time for our usual afternoon play date. What caught my eye was another boy standing at the edge of the lawn watching Ryan work. He particularly caught my eye because he was gorgeous. He appeared to be about 10, with longish flaxen hair, pouty lips and rosy cheeks. He was wearing a pair of too short cutoffs that covered a firm and delectable boy ass. The cutoffs were not exactly the latest style in boy-wear but I attributed that to poverty rather than trend setting. He wore a ragged t-shirt that didn't quite reach his waistline, but definitely exposed some of his delicious boy belly. My cock began to react to the vision in my yard and as I stared it grew hard in my boxers. As I gazed on his pouty lips I had visions of them wrapped tightly around my cock, sliding up and down my veiny shaft. As he moved around and gave me a good view of his firm butt I had another, equally hot vision of his legs in the air as my cock penetrated his lubed little boy pussy. I knew I had to do whatever I could to have that boy, and today if at all possible. If I could gauge his interest and determine if he was at all susceptible to seduction by a man, I would pull out all stops and take him to bed. If he was not susceptible I would simply accept that what I was dreaming was an unattainable fantasy. But, I had to find out. I waved at Ryan as he looked over to the window and he waved back. I signaled him to come in and he cut off the mower and half ran to the front door, his friend following close behind. "Why so early, Ryan?" I asked when he and his friend had entered the house. "I got a ton of lawns to mow and I want to be done by this afternoon so I can come over," he grinned. "Sounds like a good plan," I smiled. "Who's your friend?" "This is Marky," he said, stepping aside so his friend could come forward and shake my hand. "Nice to meet you, Marky," I said, extending my hand. As we shook hands I told him, "Any friend of Ryan is a friend of mine." His smile only served to make my cock twitch. He was a beautiful boy. "You boys' had breakfast yet?" I asked. They both shook their heads and looked hungrily toward the kitchen. "Well, how about a bagel and some juice, then?" I offered. "Awesome," they both yelled in unison. As we walked to the kitchen Marky asked if he could use the bathroom and I directed him down the hall. When Ryan and I were in the kitchen I asked him, "tell me about Marky. He seems a little younger than you." "Yeah, he's ten and the kids in school make a lot of fun of him so he hangs out with me cause I don't. He lives with his mom and they don't have a lot of money, so I'm showing him how to make some money mowing lawns," Ryan offered. "Why do they make fun of him?" I asked as I pulled together breakfast. "You know, the usual stuff," he said. "They call him queer and stuff because he's kinda different." "Is he actually gay, or are the kids just taunting him by calling him queer?" I asked. "I dunno," Ryan answered. "I don't really know him that well, yet." Ryan grabbed a bagel after gulping down a glass of juice and started moving toward the front door. "Tell Marky to come outside when he's done eating," he yelled over his shoulder. When Ryan had closed the front door behind him I walked to the bathroom to see what was taking Marky so long. I found him at the doorway to my bedroom looking at the artwork on my wall. It was not really what one would call fine art, but I liked the pencil drawings of lithe naked men that decorated my room. Marky was staring at one of a man on his side, displaying a perfect semi erect cock. The men in the drawings were not real but some artist's vision of what a perfect man would look like, from smooth firm muscles to a full ballsack and a cockhead that exist only in dreams. "You like my art, Marky?" My question startled him and he jumped. His face was flushed and he licked his dry lips as he looked at me and shrugged. "It's ok, Marky," I said casually. "I like the pics, too. The men are very nice looking, don't you think?" He relaxed a little and nodded. "You want to see my favorite?" I asked as I walked to the framed artwork. "Ok," he said softly. The biggest drawing on the wall was held in place by hinges on the right side. My favorite work was behind it and could only be displayed by pulling the front one aside on it's hinges. The artwork in the back included a young boy so I kept it hidden from accidental viewing by guests in my home. I swung the picture over and into view came a drawing of a young boy of about 9 or 10 in the arms of the same man in the previous drawing. The man was pulling the boy to him and their lips were about to meet in a kiss. The boy had his small hand half wrapped around the man's fully erect cock. The look on the boy's face was one of deep desire and the man was displaying his obvious need through his fully erect cock. As the image came into view I heard Marky let out a soft gasp. I said nothing as we both stood there enjoying the image. I didn't look at Marky directly, but could see the lower half of his body reflected in the bureau mirror. He was adjusting his cocklet through his tight cutoffs. I felt my cock throb as I realized my odds of having this boy had just increased dramatically. I had to pace myself and not rush the boy lest he get scared of the new feeling he was experiencing. "Let's go have breakfast, Marky," I suggested. "We can come back and look at the drawings again later, if you want." We moved to the kitchen and ate our bagels as we chatted about his desire/need to make a little extra cash mowing lawns. When we were done I suggested he hang out with me while Ryan made his lawn mowing rounds. He readily agreed, probably hoping he'd get another look at my artwork. He moved to the living room and sat on the couch while he sipped his orange juice. After a few minutes I joined him on the couch and sat right up next to him, testing the waters. He made no move to pull away and seemed perfectly at ease as I invaded his space. "So, where do you and your folks live?" I asked casually. "It's just me and my mom, and we live down on Grant Street," he answered. "Where's your Dad?" I asked. "Don't have one," he said, matter of factly. "That's a shame," I said sympathetically. "A boy needs a man to talk to and be with sometimes." He shrugged. As we talked I put my hand on his upper thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled up at me so I left it there, gently caressing his leg with the palm of my hand. Looking down at his jeans I notices his cock growing slightly. From what I could see his cocklet was yet to begin developing noticeably and was probably about 3 inches hard. The perfect size for a boy lover such as myself. Taking a leap, I asked, "So, you like my artwork." His face turned slightly red and he croaked, "Yeah, it's cool." "What did you like the most," I asked softly as I moved my hand slightly up his leg. "You know," he said as his breathing increased slightly. "Well, I know what I like," I said. "I like his cock, but then I like nice cocks." His face turned redder and he mumbled, "Yeah, me too." "Have you ever seen a man's cock in real life?" I whispered. He was looking down as he shook his head slowly. "I bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?" I said quietly. He nodded. "You only have to ask, Marky," I told him. He was quiet for a while and just looked over at my cock poking against my boxers. We were getting nowhere fast and I decided to take the next step. I pulled him onto my lap. "Look at me, Marky," I said firmly but quietly. He looked up into my eye, his face flushed and his eyes glazing. "I know what you want," I began. "I was your age once and I saw your face when you saw those drawings in my room. You liked that man's big cock, didn't you?" "Yeah," he croaked. "Now, I realize his cock turned you on, but you don't know exactly why, do you?" I said, sympathetically. "You know you want to see a real one and maybe hold it in your hand, but except for that you don't know what you want to do with it, right?" He nodded his head. He was looking a little more at ease and I placed my hand over his hard little, jean covered, cocklet. He jerked a little when I squeezed and half closed his eyes with pleasure. "You like older men, don't you Marky?" I asked. I could sense his arousal growing and he answered "yes," with a little more conviction. "But, you don't know why, or what you want to do with them, right," I asked. "No, I don't," he answered. "You want me?" I asked, looking him directly in the eye. He let out a short gasp, but said, "Yes." "Ok, I am going to take you to my bedroom and we are going to do some exploring," I told him. "Once we get back there you need to turn yourself over to me. I know what you need and you must trust me to give it to you." I paused, then told him, "I expect you to submit to me and let me be in charge. If you do that I promise you will totally enjoy it and learn a lot about those secret feelings you have. But, if you think you can decide what you will and won't do, there is no point in even getting started. Okay?" He stared at me for a minute, his eyes glued to mine, his cock throbbing under my hand. Finally, he said, "I want to go to your room." I pulled him to me and kissed him full on the lips, my tongue pushing his lips apart and entering his mouth. He responded immediately by opening his mouth and letting me explore at will. I could hear quiet mewing sounds coming from him as he relished the feel of his first deep, man kiss. I pulled away from the kiss and had him stand in front of me. I unsnapped his cutoffs and pulled them down. He had a pair of ragged briefs on under his cutoffs and the slightest touch to the elastic dropped them down to his jutting cocklet. I pulled the elastic over his cock and let them drop around his ankles. His little cocklet was about the thickness of my middle finger and hard as a nail. His tight nutsack had started falling but still had a long way to go. I gently rubbed his cocklet as I looked up at him. "Have you ever had an orgasm, Marky?" "No," he answered with a confused look. "You will today, sweety. Lots of them," I told him. I stood and picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. I laid him down on his back so he could watch me undress. I took off my t-shirt then pulled my boxers off, letting my cock spring out and bounce for the boy to see. His eyes got as big as saucers and he took in a sudden breath. "You like my big, man cock, Marky?" I chuckled. He didn't respond but stared hungrily at my thick cock. I held it in my hand and stroked it for him, allowing a big pearly drop of precum to leak out my piss slit. My goal was to arouse him to the point where I could have my way with him without any hesitation on his part. I knew he hungered for my fat cock. He had no idea what I was going to do to him, but he was soon to find out. "Get on your knees, baby," I told him. He got on his knees and I directed him over to the edge of the bed. My cock was even with his face. He hesitantly grabbed my cock and held it, looking up at me, waiting for directions. I put my hand on his head and pulled him slowly toward my cockhead. Taking my shaft in my hand I put the head up to his mouth and smeared some of my precum on his lips, leaving them glistening. As I pulled my cock away a few inches he gave me a crooked smile and licked his lips. I pushed it back forward and pressed the head against his lips, saying, "open up and take my cock in your mouth boy, I know that's what you really want." He parted his lips and I slid my cock past his lips, his teeth scraping my shaft as I slid it in. "Open wide, boy. No teeth on my cock," I chuckled. I held his head with my hands and gently fucked his mouth, not pushing to deep in order to avoid frightening him. Deeper would come with a little practice and the right position. I loved how his pouty lips looked wrapped around my cock. He was new to this so I didn't expect much in the way of tongue action, but this would do for now. Besides, having it in his mouth was just a preliminary. I intended to fuck him before the day was over. As he sucked on my cock I told him to, "use your tongue under my cockhead, boy. Make your daddy feel like his boy is greedy for his cock." He was beginning to get into it. The sucking and the tongue work was getting more aggressive and he even put his hand under my balls and gently squeezed them. I held his head and pushed a little further, eliciting a sudden gag reflex. "It's ok, boy. It's your first man cock, it's not unusual to gag some the first time," I encouraged him. "Try to not breath when my cockhead is at the back of your throat, and let the drool collect in your mouth. Trying to swallow it will just make it worse." I pushed in a little further and held it, letting him adjust to the invasion of cock near his throat. He still had about 2 inches to go before his lips wrapped around the base of my cock and I was determined to feel my cock in his throat. We worked on his technique a little longer as gobs of drool poured out his mouth and formed thick messy ropes between my cock and his mouth every time I'd pull out. He was fully aroused and finally had an understanding of what a man's cock could do to him. The feeling of my cock in his mouth was thrilling him and he instinctively wanted more. I pulled out and flipped him on his back, his head over the edge of the bed. I kneeled down and slid my cock into his mouth. In this position his throat was a straight line down his gullet and would be easier to penetrate, with less gagging. I slid my cock deeper into his mouth and told him to concentrate as I drove my cock into his throat. As I pushed in deep his throat expanded visibly. I could see where my cockhead was in his throat by the bulge moving down his neck. He gagged some but I kept my cock in place, pulling out only when I felt it was time for him to breath. While his technique may have been a little weak, his efforts were superb and he clearly wanted me to use his mouth for my pleasure. Eventually, I needed to stop and try a few different things before I mounted him. I decided to hold off his orgasm till I was inside him so he would associate his first orgasm with being fucked by a big man cock. This would keep bringing him back for more. I moved him over and climbed on the bed next to him. We lay still for a minute while we recovered our breath and then I pulled him to me in a kiss. The boy didn't just need sex, he needed intimacy from a man and needed to know that sex and intimacy were all part of the same pleasure center. Sex by itself was fine, as was intimacy, but together the pleasure was far more intense. We kissed passionately for a long while. I would stop occasionally and slide a tongue in his ear, which would cause him to grunt and thrust his pelvis in the air. He obviously had some strong pleasure receptors in his ears. As we kissed I hooked my arm under his knees and raised his legs. Without me having to ask he pulled them into his chest and held them there. I began to gently rub his pillowy orbs, fully enjoying the ultimate in smooth, pliable skin. I kept getting closer and closer to the central object of my lust, his tight little boy pussy. I slipped my middle finger into my mouth and coated it in spit, then moved it down and pressed the tip against his pucker. His reaction was immediate. He pushed his legs down and whined, "don't touch me there." "I thought I made it clear that when we came in my bedroom I was in charge," I said a little sternly. "Now, lift your legs and stop refusing me." I wasn't sure if he was testing me or really didn't want me to touch his boy pussy. Either way I was going to fuck him. I knew that once my cock was in him and he was over the discomfort he would love it. Besides, I was too horny to stop. I needed to feel my cock in a tight virgin boy cunt and was not going to be denied. I wouldn't rape him, but I wasn't going to have to resort to it anyway. He slowly lifted his legs and I didn't put my finger back. Instead, I crawled between his legs, lifted his smooth butt with my hands, and dove in. When he felt my tongue probing his little hole he protested, but only mildly. His protests weakened quickly and were replaced by a soft moaning. I spread his soft cheeks and pushed my tongue inside him. His tight ring was as sensitive as his ears and his moaning and mewling increased in volume. "OOOHHH, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP," he cried out. "You enjoying this, boy," I chuckled "YESSSSSSS," he yelled. I knew I had crossed an important line. He now knew his tight boy cunt could be the source of intense pleasure and he would let me do as I pleased with his pussy. I continued to probe with my tongue and gently suck on his firm pussy lips. He was squirming around and I had to hold his legs in a tight grip so I could keep my mouth on his delicious hole. I worked him for a long time, keeping him peaked and groaning in ecstasy. As I drove my tongue in and out of his muscled ring I could feel it relaxing and opening up for me. My cock would still stretch him far wider than my tongue, but it would ease the penetration considerably. It was time to fuck him. I was feeling a familiar stirring in my balls and knew I had to get inside him if I wanted more than just a quick fuck. I grabbed some lube and coated up my cock, then took my lubed finger and slid it inside him, coating the walls of his cunt with a liberal dose. He didn't protest or seem in any pain when my finger entered him. When I had us both well prepped I lifted and spread his legs. I aimed my cock at his hole and pressed the head inside him. He reacted instantly. "OOOWWWWWW, STOP, STOP, IT HURTS," he yelled. I ignored his pleas and simply held my cockhead inside him as his muscled ring quivered around my cockhead. I held it there as his pussy accommodated itself to the invasion and his breathing returned to normal. The only part that hurts when a boy is first penetrated is his sphincter. Once it becomes used to being stretched the full penetration is smooth. I slowly leaned into him and drove my cock slowly but smoothly deep into his tight pussy. His face contorted a little at the pressure, but he didn't cry out. Eventually, my cock was fully inside him and I was laying on his chest with his legs pulled forward almost to his shoulders. I stayed in place and relished the feel of his buttery tunnel squeezing the length of my cock. I watched his face as it turned from discomfort, to acceptance, to pleasure. His mouth opened a little and he kept licking his dry lips. His eyes were half closed and he kept moving his head from side to side as all his deep pleasure centers began to wake up. "Feels good, doesn't it, boy," I croaked. "Yessss, it feels really, really good," he moaned. "I thought it would really hurt, but it feels so hot. It feels so full down there." "First time is always the best, baby," I said softly. "Only thing better is when I seed you up. I love being the first man to seed a boy. It's very special." Those words set him off and he began to squirm under me, wanting more of what I was giving him. I pulled my cock out and he whined in protest, believing all this pleasure was over. Then I drove my cock back into him. He let out a loud grunt as my body weight pushed down on his chest. "Wrap your legs around me, baby," I ordered. He wrapped his legs around me and hooked his heels together firmly. I slid my hands under his back and down to his ass, grabbing a smooth bun in each hand. I gripped them hard and spread them as I began a rhythmic and aggressive pounding. My balls slapped loudly against his ass every time filled him with thick cock meat. Suddenly, he was screaming in pleasure, begging me for more and more. His orgasm was coming on fast and I kept up my pounding as I felt his cock throbbing against my belly. He was gripping my back hard and trying to push his tight ass up against my cock. I felt his cock squirt it's first rope of boy semen against my belly, and I urged him on. "Go baby, ride with it," I urged. "Shoot that load on both of us." His eyes were squeezed shut and he let out a loud hissing sound through gritted teeth. Finally, he let out a long hiss and collapsed under me. My orgasm followed right behind his. I felt it shooting up my shaft and I drove in deep and ground into him as my first shot filled his rectum with my thick seed. I pulled out part way, then drove it home for the second deposit of cum. I kept pounding and shooting him up with cum, till there was none left and I collapsed on top of him. He kept his legs around me and I held my cock deep inside him. When we finally had recovered, I pulled up from him a little and looked at his face. He looked deeply contented and relaxed, with a half smile on his face. "I want more," he said softly. "Can I stay with you all day." "Of course, baby," I offered, as I kissed him deeply.