Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 21:57:03 +0000
From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 1-Lawn Boy Tales

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Lawn Boy Tales

Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Carter, Carter Dillon. I'm 21 years old, although I look
much younger, and I mow lawns during the season and shovel snow in the
winter. I started this business when I was barely in high school to help my
single mom with money. You see, I had to grow up fast. My Dad split before
I could walk. Mom raised me all by herself and she taught me to be
independent. I can take care of myself, thanks to her.


I was lousy at school stuff, so I figured I needed to start a business to
help out my Mom and to give me a leg up at earning a living without much
education. I dropped out of high school when I was 16, moved my business to
full time. My mom died when I was 18, so I was on my own for
real. Fortunately, I had already bought all my equipment, a closed-in
trailer for it all, and a truck to pull it. I did all that when I was 16. I
was making enough money to support myself, but a lot of places won't rent
to an 18-year-old kid. So, I kept a storage locker for all my equipment,
and I lived with guys I met along the way. Sorta like couch-surfing.


So, here's my stats: I am 5'7" tall, and I have a pretty hot body. My work
and the exercise I get have given me nice hard pecs and chiseled abs. I
guess genetics played a part too. My ass is tight and round, my legs are
powerful, and my cock is very impressive. It's uncut, 7" soft and 8.5"
hard. I've got some body hair, not a lot. Pits, of course, and some across
my chest; I keep the chest hair trimmed short. There's a nice pleasure
trail down the cent of my abs that leads past my navel and ends at the base
of my shaft. I've got a nice bush around my cock, and I keep it trimmed
short too. My balls are pretty big and hang nice, with my cock draped over
the sack. I've got hairy legs that I do not shave.


So, I started to go through puberty just as I turned 12. Hair started to
sprout and my penis was growing and getting hard all the time. I couldn't
talk to mom about it, so I asked some of her boyfriends what was going on
and I did some research on the Internet.


Mom's boyfriends were really helpful. They would take me into my bedroom or
on car rides and they showed me what they looked like naked, and we
compared our bodies. They explained the body hair thing and showed me how
big my penis might get. And, they showed me how to stimulate it to make me
feel good. They taught me about blow jobs, and ass fucking, and all sorts
of things. It was great to have these guys around, even if they didn't stay
long. I got to learn from three or four different guys and see how
different their bodies were from each other and begin to understand what
was happening to me and what it meant for me as I got older.


I learned quick how to suck a man's cock and how to receive one up my
ass. My mom's boyfriends were real helpful that way. I really liked having
a man's cock stuck inside me. In my mouth, I just wanted to suck and lick
forever. I couldn't get enough cock, and swallowing cum was like breathing
air. Then, I discovered dick up the ass and I had a new love. Big, fat
cocks inside my ass are the best! I never had any urge to be with a girl
for sex; I've always wanted guys. I guess that makes me gay and I'm OK with
that.


In fact, being gay has helped a lot in terms of finding places to
live. When mom died, I started hanging out around gay bars and the local
bath house. Since all my stuff was safe in my storage unit, I kept a
bare-bones go-bag with me, and I wore my worst jeans, a ripped shirt (or no
shirt at all), and guys would either give me money or ask me if I needed
help. When the vibe was right, I'd give my hard-luck story and promise to
let them fuck me in exchange for a place to sleep for a few nights.  Lots
of guys, particularly older men. Took me in and let me sleep in their beds,
as long as I sucked them and opened my ass for them. They fed me and kept
me safe. Eventually, one of us would get bored and I'd go back to the sad
story and find me a new gig.


It worked every time; it actually worked for almost three years. I don't
know how many places I stayed or how many men I fucked, but it was a fun
time. When I turned 20, I got my own small apartment, not far from my
storage unit. That was better in some ways, but I sure did miss all that
cock up my ass.


So, right now it's the summer season and I'm mowing lawns. I've learned
that I get good tips from some of my clients when I mow without my shirt on
and wear shorts. I don't mind at all. I love the sun and I tan really well
because of my olive skin. I have dark brown hair and I wear it really long;
it hangs loose down over my shoulders right now. So, with my shirt off, I'm
pretty damn hot. I've got the hair, the tan, the muscles, and I'm cute.


The great thing is that my clients think so too. It doesn't matter if the
client is male or female, I am eye candy, particularly for houses with
teenage girls...they stare at me through their windows and I stretch and
pose for them as I mow. It's so fun, and they have no clue that I'm not at
all interested in them. Their moms stare at me too; I bet they're
fantasizing about having sex with a young stud like me.


This summer, I've got two clients who are especially generous. We'll call
them Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones.


Mr. Smith is a single man, probably in his mid-thirties. He's really cute,
about 6 feet tall, dark hair, blue eyes, in great shape. Whenever I'm there
to mow, he always finds some excuse for working in the yard shirtless and
in shorts. He piddles around in the flower beds just so he can watch me and
I think he wants me to watch him too. He has a really hairy chest, dark
like his head, and his legs are very hairy too. He makes me horny just to
look at him.


Mr. Jones is older; he's probably 50-ish. He's handsome, has some gray in
his hair, is in good shape and he also seems to like to walk around
shirtless when I'm there. Mr. Jones is single, divorced I think. He's not a
really hairy guy, what chest hair he has is mostly gray, and he keeps it
trimmed short. He shaves his head too. He's about 5'10" and he's got a
really cute butt. I'm thinking he's got something on his mind besides
getting his grass cut.


So, let's start with Mr. Smith. The first time I cut his lawn was the
middle of last summer. I was walking the neighborhood, looking for new
business and Mr. Smith was out in his front yard, struggling to mow his
lawn with a really old mower. So I stopped.


Me: "Sir, would you be interested in having me mow your lawn every week
through the summer? I can do front and back for $50.00 a week. Plus I'll
edge and cleanup my mess."


Mr. Smith: "Oh, wow! That's a fair price just so I don't have to do
it. When can you start?"


Me: "How about first thing tomorrow?"


Mr. Smith: "That's perfect, I'm home all day tomorrow. Say, what's your
name?"


Me: "Oh, I'm Carter, Carter Dillon. (I handed him my business card.) I have
several clients in this neighborhood."


Now, it was really hot and I was sweating. So, I lifted the front of my
t-shirt to wipe my face. Of course, that showed off my flat stomach,
rippling abs, and tanned skin. Mr. Smith did a double-take to be sure he
got a good look. That got me interested in what else might be included with
this job.


Me: "So, Mr. Smith, I'll see you in the morning, ready to give you a great
job."


I walked on down the street to keep selling. I glanced over my shoulder and
saw that Mr. Smith had moved out onto the sidewalk to watch me walk away. I
smiled at him and kept walking. I picked up a couple more clients, but none
as interesting as Mr. Smith.


The next morning I pulled up in front of Mr. Smith's house and got ready to
go to work. Before I started, Mr. Smith came out of the house. Carrying two
glasses of water. He was wearing gym shorts and sandals, and nothing
else. That's when I got my first look at his magnificent muscled hairy
chest. He definitely spent some time at the gym. His pecs were hard and
big; they were covered in dark fur. His abs were a deep six-pack, also
covered in fur. His hair kept going down into his waistband. His legs were
strong and tight, also covered in fur. When he turned around I saw that
there was a patch of black hair at the base of his spine that went down
into his pants. This guy was so fucking hot! I hoped he liked younger men.


Mr. Smith: "Hi, Carter, thought I'd bring you some water to start
hydrating. It's going to get hot fast, and I don't want you to get sick. We
need to take care of you so you can keep coming back here every week."


Me: "Thanks, Mr.Smith. I can use the water. Also, do you mind if I work
without a shirt on? It helps keep me cool and I like to work on my tan."


Mr. Smith: "Uh, no, I uh, I would be just fine with that, Carter."


I watched as the bulge in his shorts got a little bigger when I pulled my
t-shirt off over my head. I did it kinda slow, just to tease him. He turned
quickly and walked up onto his porch and sat down while i mowed. His yard
was nice and level, it was a good job. I got the front yard cut and edged,
then I moved around to the backyard. Mr. Smith went through the house and
met me on the patio with another glass of water. I thanked him and drank it
all down. I was sweating and my chest was glistening. He noticed. I handed
him my glass back and his hand lingered over mine. I looked in his eyes and
smiled. Then, I did the mowing and weed-eating in the back. It took a
little longer because of the various obstacles, like flower beds and such,
but I got it done pretty quickly.


Mr. Smith: "Carter, you did a great job. I'm very pleased with you. So, sit
down and tell me a little about you."


Me: "Well, I'm 21, I started my own business at 16 and it supports me. I
dropped out of high school `cause I'm not very good at it. I live alone,
run my business, and try to stay out of trouble. That's about all there is
to tell."


Mr. Smith: "Well, that's fine, for now. *he patted me on the leg* I'm just
glad we met. I think we will become very good friends over time. *he put
his hand on my bare back and rubbed me up and down gently.* I hope you
don't mind this, it should help you relax after all your hard work."


Me: "Oh, I don't mind, but, I need to move on to the next job,
Mr. Smith. I've got two more jobs down the street. I'll be back next week."


Mr. Smith: "You can stop by anytime you're in the neighborhood. I'll be
glad to get you a drink or give you a massage."


Me: "I'll think about it, sir. That might be nice."


I went on to the next job. This one was for a lady with a teenage
daughter. She always called her friends when i was there to mow, and two or
three giggly teen girls sat on the porch and watched me flex and
sweat. They waved when I was facing toward them. They smiled and I smiled
back. I heard them comment about how cute I was, and what a great body I
had, it was all BS. I liked the attention, but it was a waste of their
time.


The next job was a sweet little old lady. I gave her a big discount and
always did special good for her. She brought me cookies to take home with
me and she brought lemonade for me while I worked. Every once in a while
she would squeeze my bicep and giggle. It was so cute.


When I had finished these two jobs, i was done till tomorrow. So, I drove
past Mr. Smith's house on my way home. Sure enough, Mr. Smith was sitting
on the front porch like he'd been waiting for me. I pulled into his
driveway and walked up onto the porch. I stood close to Mr. Smith and let
my leg touch his a little. He stood up quickly and asked if I wanted to
come inside.


Me: "Sure. I don't mind. I mean, it's not like you're a wolf and I'm red
riding hood, right? What could happen?"


Mr. Smith giggled and led the way into his living room. His house was
really nice. He told me to sit on the sofa and he went and got some water
from the kitchen. When he came back, he set the glasses on the coffee table
and stood behind me. He put both hands on my shoulders and rubbed them and
loosened them up; it felt great. Then he pushed me a little forward with
one hand and used the other one to move down and rub my back in circles. As
he rubbed, his hand kept getting closer to the waistband of my
shorts. Once, I felt a finger slide underneath the fabric.


Next, Mr. Smith pulled me back against the sofa and he moved his hands
around to massage my chest and stomach. He rubbed me up and down and in
circles, and my nipples got hard and I could feel a stretch in my pants. He
rubbed so nice and I closed my eyes. He leaned way over and I felt his hand
slip under the waistband of my shorts. He brushed my pubic hair, and
suddenly he seemed to be really uncomfortable. He said: "Carter, I am so
sorry, that was totally out of line. I think you need to go now. I'll see
you next week."


"Ok." I got up and left. I drove to the storage unit and parked my trailer
inside. Then, I drove by and picked up some take-out and went home. I
wasn't sure what Smith's problem was, but I wasn't gonna stew about it
either.


The next week, I showed up at Mr. Smith's house to mow. Once again, he met
me at the door shirtless and holding a glass of water for me. While I stood
there drinking, Mr. Smith was running his hands up and down his chest,
caressing his hairy pecs and smiling at me. It was hot, but i had work to
do. I finished his front yard and moved around to the back. Mr. Smith had
another glass of water for me.


Mr. Smith: "Carter, it's a nice day, would you mind if I lay out and work
on my tan while you work?"


Me: "Nope, it's your house."


I started to mow and I saw Mr. Smith pull off his shorts to expose his
naked body. He adjusted his dick and I saw that he was pretty big. He laid
down on the lounger on his back, and stayed there while I mowed. My cock
kept growing and I had a hard time paying attention to work. Mr. Smith's
dick was hard now and sticking up. He started to play with himself,
stroking his dick up and down. I finished my work fast and packed up all my
stuff and started to go out the gate.


Mr. Smith: "Carter, don't go yet. I haven't given you your massage yet."


Me: "Really, Mr. Smith, it's not necessary. I can see your busy with
something else."


Mr. Smith: "Oh, don't you like seeing me like this?"


Me: "It's not that I don't like it, Mr. Smith, it's just that you are a
client and I try to keep things professional."


Mr. Smith: "OK, then to keep it professional, I'll pay you a 200% bonus to
stay."


I couldn't turn down an extra 100 bucks, so, I walked over to the patio and
stood next to Mr. Smith's chair. He reached up and unbuttoned my shorts and
pushed them down to the ground. That's all I wear, so my half-hard cock
sprang free in front of his face.


Mr. Smith: "Oh my, you have a very impressive package, Carter. I really
want to suck it. May I?"


"Sure, go ahead."


He cupped my big balls and massaged them in his hand. Then, he pulled one
into his mouth and washed it around in his saliva. He pulled the other ball
in too and massaged them both with his tongue, covering them with his
spit. While he ravaged my ball sack, Mr. Smith was stroking my cock and it
rose to it's full 8.5 hard inches. He played with the foreskin and pulled
his finger under the edge, scraping out the smegma inside. He let my balls
fall out of his mouth and he stuck his loaded finger inside and licked all
my day's funk off.


Then, he licked my shaft up and down, then he slid his tongue into my
foreskin and licked all around the head underneath. Finally, he took my
whole rod into his mouth and swallowed it line it was nothing. He used his
throat muscles to squeeze my cock and I was squirming from the hot
sensation. I looked down at him and saw his hot, hairy body glistening with
sweat and I knew I had to get to him. I asked him to pull off my cock and I
went down on my knees.


I took Mr. Smith's balls into my mouth. They were so big I could only take
one at a time. He sack was shave, that was nice. The rest of his body was
covered in black fur. I rubbed my hands across his abs and up and down his
chest. I moved up and shoved my face into his sweaty pits and licked them
both, grabbing all of his man funk from the day. Then, I kissed my way down
to his nipples and chewed on his tits. He moaned with delight and pushed
his chest out further. After I worked his tits over, I kissed down his
tight, hairy abs and found my way to his 9" throbbing fuck stick.


I descended on his cock. (I love a man who's bigger than me. I've had them
up to 12", but I love all cocks, of every color, shape, and size!)
Mr. Smith's 9 incher was fat and juicy, pre-cum drooled from its tip. I
licked around his big mushroom cap and then sucked him into my mouth, inch
by hard inch. I moved my mouth up and down slowly, pushing his cock deeper
into my cavity. I felt his head hit the back of my mouth and I relaxed so
he would slide down my throat. As he passed down and push his pubes against
my chin, Mr. Smith moaned real loud.


Mr. Smith: "Oh, fuck, Carter! You are fucking amazing! Suck my hard cock,
lawn boy, make me cum in your mouth."


I kept it going for quite a while, but I wanted more from this hot
cock. So, I pulled off and move over to a patio table. I bent over, bracing
myself on my elbow. "Fuck me, Mr. Smith!"


He didn't miss a beat. He walked over and buried his face in my ass,
licking and slobbering all around and into my hole. He got me real wet and
he slid a couple fingers in to stretch me. Then, he pressed that beast
against my pucker and pushed it in. He didn't stop at all. He just pushed
through and burying his cock deep inside my ass. I loved the full feeling
and the pain that shot through me. I groaned and said: "Oh, yeah,
Mr. Smith! Fuck me hard and deep. C'mon, get your money's worth, man. Fuck
me so I'll remember it. Fuck me like a whore. Fill my ass with a gallon of
your hot man juice. Fuck me, you're the boss. Fuck me!"


He loved the trash talk and his fucking got more intense. I had him so
turned on from the foreplay and the nasty mouth, he was pushing deep and
grunting with every plunge. Then, he shoved in and stopped, deep in my gut,
I felt the first volley of hot cum hit the walls of my ass. Then, spurt
after spurt shot from his hard cock and he filled me a ton of cream. When
he finished, he pulled out and spun me around. He got down on his knees and
stroked my cock and put it in his mouth. He pumped and sucked until I shot
my load inside his mouth. When he stood up, I got down and licked his cummy
cock clean.


Mr. Smith went into his house and came back out with 2- $100 bills. "Here,
let's keep this professional, sweetie." Then he kissed me on the lips and
slapped my ass. "See you next week, stud!"


He went into his house and closed the door. I pulled my shorts on, gathered
my tools and left. I got home and took a long, hot shower, remembering the
great fuck I just received from this hot, hairy hunk of a man. Plus, he
tipped me $200! What a great day!


I'm doing Mr. Jones' lawn tomorrow; more about that later...


[END PART ONE]