Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 08:39:32 -0600 From: Richard Pettey Subject: Lawnmower boy The following story is a work of fiction. It depicts sexually acts between a youth and adults. In my stories all participants are willing participants. I appreciate hearing feedback. MNStoryGuy@gmail.com Lawnmower Boy It was the summer of '77 and we were having a heat wave. Unfortunately it was also the time I decided to start mowing lawns to earn money for a new bike. I had just turned fifteen and had outgrown my old bike. My mom was raising me by herself after my father died when I was five. She couldn't afford to get me a new bike and I didn't want some hand-me-down. I had already picked out the bike that I wanted, a three speed Schwinn. It was the first Saturday after school got out for the summer and it was time to get to work. I used what little money I had to buy a gallon of gas. Since it was so hot I was wearing a pair of tight fitting gym shorts and sneakers. I wore a t-shirt but it wouldn't stay on long in this heat. I got the lawnmower out of the garage, hooked the gas can on and headed down the street. I wasn't having any luck on my street so I headed over to the next block. As I turned the corner I saw a man struggling to start his mower. I headed in his direction. "Need some help?" I asked. "I can't get this damn mower to start," the man said as he gave the mower a kick. He was older than my mom and slightly overweight. He was already sweating heavily in the heat. "Care to give it a try?" "Sure," I said as I stepped up to the mower. I checked the gas level and then gave the cord a couple of pulls. There was no spark at all. "I think you need a new spark plug." "Damn," he muttered. "Sorry kid. Well, you want to earn a few bucks?" "Sure, I'm looking for lawns to mow." "Fine," he said as he wiped his face on his sleeve. "Mow the front and back yards and then come see me." The man pushed his mower into the garage. Without hesitation I fired up my mower and began mowing his lawn. I had to stop and wipe the sweat off my face several times before I finished. I pushed the mower to the driveway and hooked the gas can on again. I proceeded to the front door and knocked. I was a little surprised when the man answered the door wearing nothing but white briefs. "Finished?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I answered politely. "You look hot. You want a glass of lemonade?" "Yes, please. That would be great." "Come on in," he said as he opened the screen door and stepped aside. I was just a naïve kid and didn't see any harm in a glass of lemonade, so I entered the man's house. "Have a seat," he said pointing to the sofa. He headed into the kitchen to get the lemonade. I looked around the house. It was clean and nicely furnished. There was a big box fan sitting in the middle of the living room floor facing a recliner. The fan was turned on full blast. A baseball game was playing on the television. I took a seat on the sofa. The man returned carrying a glass of lemonade and a pitcher. He handed me the glass and refilled his own glass which was sitting on an end table. I tried not to look at the man's underwear but I couldn't help it. They fit snug and left nothing to the imagination. I had never seen a grown man in his underwear and was fascinated. The man turned and dropped down into the recliner. He sat with his legs apart. "You'll have to excuse my dress. This heat is offensive. I don't normally invite people in when I am in my underwear. I don't know how you can be out mowing grass in it." "Well I'm trying to make enough money to buy a new bike," I said. I tried to make eye contact with the man but his attention turned to the television. I let my eyes drop to the man's crotch. I could clearly see the outline of his dick and balls. I was at that age where anything remotely sexual caused me to get an erection. This was no exception. I felt my dick getting hard. I shifted a little, hoping to prevent it from showing in my tight shorts. However, the more I tried to not think about my boner or seeing the outline of the man's dick, the harder my dick became. I decided to drink my lemonade quickly and get out while I could. "So, how much do I owe you?" the man asked. He turned his attention from the television to me. I saw his eyes drop to my crotch. "Crap," I thought. I wondered what he would think. "Looks like the temperature isn't the only thing that's up," He chuckled. I dropped my hand to my lap to attempt to hide the bulge. "Sorry, it just happens." "Don't worry kid. When I was your age I was hard all the time." "Really?" I said turning to look at the man. I didn't have any men in my life to talk to about stuff so it felt good to have a man tell me that I was normal. "Of course. Every boy goes through that. Don't you ever notice your friends sporting hard-ons?" "I don't have many friends," I said quietly and dropped my eyes. I unintentionally looked right at the man's crotch again. I could see that his dick was bigger now. He was also getting a boner. I found myself staring at it. I could see it growing as I watched. "See, even us older guys can't control it. Look what you've done to me." "Me?" I asked. "Well seeing your excited state got me all excited. I guess I was thinking back to when I was a kid and this thing was hard all the time." He said as he reached down and gave his dick a squeeze. I felt my own dick jump in my shorts. "You don't look very comfortable in those tight shorts. Why don't you take them off and let it out?" "Oh, I don't know." I said nervously. "Look," he said as he stood up. "I'll take off my underwear and you take off your shorts. Then we'll just be two horny guys sitting here cooling off." He grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of the briefs and stood up. His dick was sticking straight out in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It wasn't huge although it was bigger than mine. "Come on," he encouraged. "You'll enjoy it." I slowly stood up and started pushing my shorts and underwear down. I had to work the waistband over my rock hard dick. I took off my shorts and briefs and stood up, my five inch teenage dick aiming for the ceiling. "Now doesn't that feel better? You've got a nice dick for a kid your age." I was embarrassed and excited by the man's attention. "How often to you jerk off?" he asked. I hesitated before answering. "A couple of times a week maybe," I answered. I felt ashamed to admit it. "Really? When I was your age I jerked off at least once a day, sometimes two or three times. I was a horny little bastard." The man started to slowly stroke his dick. I noticed that he was staring at my hard dick. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I jerk off too? I slowly wrapped my hand around my dick and started to stroke it. I was so excited that I thought I would cum any second. "Have you ever jerked off with one of your friends?" "No," I answered. "I've never even seen my friends with a boner." "That's too bad. I had a lot of fun with my friends. We even jerked off each other." "Really?" "Sure, all the time. Say, you want to jerk me off?" "Can I?" "Of course, come on over here." I got off the sofa and moved to where the man sat. "Just kneel down in front of me." I did as he said. He slid forward in the chair so that his dick was closer to me. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his dick. It felt very thick compared to my own. It wasn't much longer than my dick though. I could feel thick veins running the length of his dick. It felt very hot in my hand. I moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft. "That feels nice kid," the man said. He was watching me intently. "Why don't you put your mouth on it?" "Huh?" I was surprised by his request. I almost pulled my hand away but I enjoyed touching him. I didn't want to stop. "You'll like it, I promise." He reached forward and put his hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me toward his dick. When my mouth was close to his dick he stopped. He didn't force me. I could smell the man's musky scent. I opened my mouth and put it over the head of his dick. I don't know what I was expecting but there was no unpleasant taste. I let my tongue explore the head. "Good," he said. "Now take a little more." I moved my mouth down his dick. I started to move my mouth back and forth, taking about half of the man's dick in my mouth. "That feels very nice. You are very good at sucking dick. See if you can take it all." I moved my mouth down his cock until I had all of it down my throat. I found that I didn't have any trouble getting it all in my mouth. "Excellent," he said loudly. "Now see if you can make me cum with your mouth." I sucked his dick for several minutes, going up and down the full length of his dick. "Oh yeah, that's it. A little more and you'll have me shooting all over the place." I felt encouraged and sucked harder. "Oh God," he cried. "You're making me cum!" The man put his hand on the back of my head and held it down. I tried to pull back but I couldn't. The first shot of cum hit the back of my throat and made me choke. I tried to swallow but couldn't. His dick pumped more and more cum into my mouth. I choke again and cum shot out my nose. I could feel cum running out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. The man held my head down until he finished shooting his load into my mouth. As soon as the man moved his hand I pulled my mouth off his dick. I gasped for air. I could feel cum all over my face. My mouth was still full of cum. I swallowed and got my first real taste of cum and I liked it. I wiped some cum off my face and tasted it. "What do you think?" the man asked. "It tastes good," I answered. I wiped the rest of his cum off my face and licked it off my hand. "Good, then you can clean me off," the man said nodding toward his cum coated dick. I leaned down and licked his dick clean. The man grabbed his dick and milked another big glob of cum out of it. I put my mouth over the head of his dick and sucked it off. As I leaned back I realized that I had cum without touching myself. There was a big wet spot on the front of the man's recliner and another on the carpet. "Sorry about the mess," I said. "Don't worry about it. I'll get a towel and clean it up later." "I guess I better get going," I said. I got up and pulled on my underwear and my shorts. The man made no attempt to put his underwear on. He picked up a wallet off the end table. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. "Twenty dollars?" I said excitedly. "Well, ten is for mowing the lawn and the other ten is a thank you for sucking my dick." "Thanks!" "I have some friends that might be interested in your "services". If you give me your phone number I'll pass it on." "Really, that would be cool." "You realize what I mean by services?" he said, glancing down at his now soft dick. "Oh!" I said. "That would be even cooler." I said and then asked. "Do you want me to keep mowing your lawn throughout the summer?" "That would be great. How about every other week," he said smiling. "If it needs it?" "Sounds like a plan," I said. "Good. What's your name kid?" "Tim," I answered. "Hi Tim. I'm Max." "Hi Max. I guess I'll see you in two weeks." I headed to the door. "Thanks again." I let myself out leaving the man sitting naked in his recliner. More to cum...