Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 11:09:59 -0600
From: Richard Pettey <mnstoryguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Lawnmower Boy, part 2

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a story about consensual sex
between a boy and a man.

Thanks for the great comments and feedback.  I hope you enjoy part two.

I appreciate any comments to MNStoryGuy@gmail.com.

Lawnmower Boy

After my encounter with Max, I headed home to get some lunch.  I couldn't
stop thinking about what had just happened.  I thought about sucking Max's
dick and the taste of his cum.  By the time I got home my dick was rock
hard again.  I hung my t-shirt from the front of my shorts to hide the
bulge.  When I got home I went straight into the bathroom and jerked off.
 It only took seconds to shoot another load.  I took a piss before joining
my mother for lunch.  She made me a sandwich and asked how the mowing was
going.

I showed her the twenty dollar bill.  She told me that it was too much
money and that I should give some of it back.  I explained that Max wanted
me to mow his lawn all summer.  I also told her about Max referring some of
his friends to me.  I finished my lunch and was heading out to see if I
could find another lawn to mow when my mother stopped me.

"Tim, why don't you go over to the parsonage and see if Pastor Miller wants
you to mow his lawn?"

"OK," I said.  I wasn't too excited about going over to the church because
I was sure I wouldn't get paid.  But if I didn't go my mother would be
upset with me.

The church was three blocks away.  Our pastor lived next door in the
parsonage.  Pastor Miller was about fifty years old and never married.
 When I got to the parsonage I knocked on the door.  There was no answer so
I knocked again.  I was just about to leave when the door opened.  The
pastor answered wearing a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt.

"Well, hi Tim," he said with a big smile.  "What brings you here today?"

"My mom said I should come over and see if you need your lawn mowed." I
paused slightly then added. "I'm trying to make enough money to buy a new
bike."

"Well, one of the members of the church usually mows it but he hasn't been
here yet this week.  I guess I can let you mow it this time."

"Ok," I said feeling a little more excited about the task.

"When you are finished come on in the house, but please come in through the
back door." Pastor Miller said as he smiled and closed the door.

The parsonage and church did not have a lot of grass, but it took me about
an hour to mow it.   By the time I finished I was soaked in sweat.  Even my
shorts were wet with sweat.  I used my t-shirt to wipe off as I headed to
the parsonage.  I cautiously entered the back door.  I didn't see or hear
the pastor.

"Pastor Miller?" I called out.

"In the study," the pastor's voice called back.

I had never been in the house before so I just headed in the direction of
his voice.  After a couple of turns I found the study.  The pastor was
sitting at the desk typing on an electric typewriter.

"I'm finished," I announced as I entered the study.

The pastor looked up from his work.  "My boy, you look overheated.  Have
you been drinking plenty of water today?"

"Well, I didn't have a jug to bring water with me.  I could use a glass, if
you don't mind."

"Of course, come with me."

I followed the pastor into the kitchen.  I stood near him as he opened the
refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade.  Standing so close to
the pastor and in his kitchen, I became very aware that I was only wearing
a pair of mostly wet shorts and sneakers.  I wanted to put my t-shirt on
but it was soaked with sweat.

The pastor poured a glass of the cold lemonade and handed it to me.

"Thanks.  Sorry, I'm so underdressed.  My t-shirt is wet and I don't want
to put it back on."

"Don't worry about it.  Looks like your shorts are wet too.  You really
worked up a sweat out there."

"It's not hard to do.  It is very hot today."  I lifted the glass to my
lips to take another drink.  Suddenly the room tilted and I felt myself
going down.  I heard the glass hit the floor and I vaguely remember the
Pastor catching me.

The next thing I knew I was naked and cool water was spraying over me.  It
took me a few seconds to realize I was in a shower and I was being held up
by someone.

"Ah, you're coming around," the Pastor said.  "You had me scared."

I looked back and realized the Pastor was standing in the shower with me
holding me up.  I could feel his hairy chest pressing into my back.  I
could also feel his dick pressing into my butt.  We were both naked.

"What happened?"

"I think you're suffering from heat exhaustion.  I got you into a cool
shower right away."

"Did I pass out?"

"Yes, but I think you will be ok now.  Can you stand on your own?" He asked.

"I think so."

"Good.  Turn around and let me look at you."

I did as he asked.  I turned and looked at the Pastor.  I couldn't help but
check him out.  The pastor was about a foot taller than me.  His chest was
covered in salt and pepper hair. I stole a glance at his dick.  He was a
lot bigger than Max.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked up into the Pastor's eyes.  He wore his usual ever present smile.
 His bright blue eyes had a look of concern.

"You still look at little pale to me.  Let's stay under the water a little
longer." He backed me up so that the shower was spraying directly on my
head.  The pastor held onto my arms in case I got weak again.

I let my head drop to my chest so the water was hitting the back of my
neck.  This also allowed me to steal another look at the Pastor's dick.
 His pubic hair was the same salt and pepper color as his chest hair.  Even
in my weakened state, I wanted to reach out and touch his dick.  I felt my
dick start to get hard and I closed my eyes.  Maybe if I didn't look at the
Pastor's dick my dick would go soft.
The water felt so nice.  It really seemed to bring new life to my limbs.
 Everything was coming back to me.  I remembered that I was drinking
lemonade.  "Did I drop your glass?" I asked.

"Yes, but don't worry about it.  I'm just glad you are ok."

I opened my eyes and all I could see was the Pastor's dick.  My own dick
was still quite hard despite my condition.  The Pastor's dick seemed
slightly longer than I remembered.  The desire to reach out and touch it
was overwhelming.

"I think you are feeling better," the Pastor said.

I lifted my head to look at the Pastor.  He was still smiling at me.  He
glanced down toward my dick.  Now I knew what he meant.

"I'm sorry," I said sheepishly.

"Let's get out of the shower.  I think you should lie down for a little
while."  His chest pressed up against me as he reached around me and turned
off the shower.   I felt my dick touch his leg.  The Pastor didn't seem to
notice or mind.

"You stay right here while I grab a couple of towers.  If you feel weak,
just sit down."  The pastor climbed out of the bathtub and walked over to a
closet.  I got a better look at the Pastor's whole body.  He was in very
good shape, not overweight like Max.  The Pastor pulled two towels out of
the closet and handed one to me.  We both dried off and then the Pastor had
me hold on to him while I climbed out of the bathtub.  He led me into his
bedroom.

"Get on the bed and lie down.  I'm going to call your mother and let her
know you are here."  I climbed onto the bed as the Pastor turned and walked
down the hall.  My dick was still hard, but the Pastor never mentioned it
or even looked at it.

I was just starting to drift off to sleep when the Pastor returned.  He was
still naked as well.  He climbed onto the bed and laid down facing me.

"I explained what happened to your mother.  She was very concerned but I
assured her that I would drive you home after you have rested for a little
while.  Do you mind if I lie here with you?"

"Not at all," I said. "I think I would like that."

"Why don't you roll onto your side and I'll hold you," Pastor said.

I did as he said.  Pastor slid over until our bodies were touching.  He
wrapped his arm around me.  I felt very safe in his arms.  However, I could
feel his dick pressing against me.  It made my dick jerk.
After a few minutes the Pastor began stroking my chest with his hand.  "Are
you warm enough?'

"Yes," I said.  "This feels very nice."

The Pastor's hand moved lower and brushed against my hard dick.  "Hmm, what
have we here?" he asked innocently as his hand wrapped around my dick.  I
let out a moan.  I thought I felt the Pastor's dick jerk against my back.

"Sorry," I said.  "I can't seem to control it lately."

"I suppose it doesn't help that we're both naked and I'm holding you.
 Maybe we should do something about this so you can take a nap."  He rolled
me over onto my back.  The next thing I knew the Pastor spun around so that
his head was near my crotch.  His crotch was now near my head.  Before I
realized what he was doing, the Pastor's mouth was on my dick.

"Oh my God," I thought.  I watched the Pastor suck my dick for a few
seconds before turning my attention to the dick that was right in front of
my face.  The Pastor's dick was getting hard.  I reached up and took it in
my hand.  I gave it a couple of strokes, admiring its size.  It was two to
three inches longer than Max's dick.  But it was about the same thickness.
 I opened my mouth and took the Pastor's dick into my mouth.

I worked my mouth down the length of the Pastor's dick until it was
completely down my throat.  I heard the pastor moan.  I pulled back and
sucked hard on the head.  The pastor let out another moan.  This encouraged
me and I really went to town on his dick.  I sucked up and down his dick,
swirling my tongue around the shaft as I did.  The pastor began moaning
louder.

I was getting close to coming again but I wanted to taste the pastor's cum.
 I wanted to see if his tasted like Max's cum.  I didn't have to wait long
to get that taste.  Only moments later the pastor began to cum, filling my
mouth with his load.  I swallowed it down only to have my mouth filled
again.  This pushed me over the edge and I shot my load into the pastor's
mouth.

After I sucked the last drops of cum from the pastor's dick, I fell back
onto the pillow.  I was asleep within seconds.

When I awoke I was confused.  It took me a minute to clear the cobwebs from
my brain and remember that I was at the pastor's house.  I was still lying
in his bed and there was a blanket covering me.   I looked around and saw
my clothes neatly folded and sitting on the foot of the bed.  I climbed out
of bed and got dressed.  My clothes had been washed.  My shoes were also
sitting by the foot of the bed.  I got dressed and walked out of the
bedroom.  "Pastor Miller?" I called out.

"Oh, you're awake," a woman's voice called out.  A woman stepped out of the
living room and into the hallway.  "How are you feeling, dear?"

"I'm ok.  Where is the pastor?"

"He had to go visit someone in the hospital.  He asked me to come and stay
with you until you woke up.  I can give you a ride home."

"That's ok, I can walk.  It's only a couple of blocks."

"Nonsense," she said, waving her hands at me.  "The pastor was very
specific that I was to drive you home."

"What about my lawnmower?"

"It's locked in the garage.  The pastor said you can get it another day.
 Oh, and he asked me to give you this." She handed me an envelope.

I opened it to find a ten dollar bill and a note.  The note read:
Tim,
I hope you are feeling better.  You gave me quite a scare.  Go home and
rest.  Come by the house on Tuesday and we can talk.
p.s. Drink plenty of water over the next couple days.  Your body needs it.
Pastor Miller

When I got home my mother was in a panic.  She hugged and kissed me.  After
convincing her that I was ok, she handed me a big glass of water.  I guess
the pastor gave her the same instructions.  That night when I went to bed I
replayed all of the events of the day. I remembered sucking Max's dick.  I
vaguely remembered sucking the pastor's dick but I wasn't really sure if it
happened.  It seemed more like a dream.  Whether it was real or not,
thinking about it made my dick hard.  However, I was too tired to jerk off
again.  I went to sleep with a hard on.

More to cum....