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NOTE: If you haven’t already read the first chapter, Part 2 will not make much sense to you, so please read that first.
Well, I guess a few other guys in my town have discovered my secret. I’m not really sure who has been using me and who has not. As always, I fantasize about sucking off a hot young guy when I masturbate.
I live near the center of town and there’s a park nearby with a basketball court. As I sit on my front porch, I see a lot of guys walking to and from the park. Sometimes it’s two or three guys in a group, other times just a guy walking alone. I love the summertime when the guys are wearing shorts and are often shirtless. The guys walking in groups are usually too busy talking with their friends to notice me. Sometimes a guy walking alone will wave or say, “hi,” as he passes by. When that happens I wish I were bold enough to strike up a conversation. Last summer I started to bring a cooler onto my porch when I’m sitting out there, hoping that one of those guys would ask me for a drink. Surely, they must be thirsty after a game of shooting hoops in the sun.
As I mentioned at the end of the first chapter, Andy is in high school and cuts my lawn for me. He stands about 5’7” and weighs around 125 pounds, has a nice hard body and a smooth chest. When he comes over to do my yard work, he is usually wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He always removes the shirt when he begins his work, not wanting it to get all sweaty as he works in the hot sun. I enjoy looking at his tan 18 year old body as he pushes the mower around my yard. I usually sit in the sun watching him work and he seems to enjoy the attention. When he spots me looking at him, he often gives me a devilish grin. When he finishes his work, I always invite him inside to cool off and have a drink. He has known my secret since this past spring. Remember, I can only fantasize about something that has actually happened that day, so I know he’s been using my trigger on me all this summer.
It began the first time he showed up this year to cut my grass. He arrived around noon on a hot and sunny day, wearing a tight t-shirt, loose board shorts, and a ball cap. He quickly removed his shirt and started cutting the grass. I went inside to have my lunch, which I had just prepared before he arrived. As I ate, I couldn't help but watch him work though the window. I noticed that he was pushing the mower faster than I had ever seen anybody do it before. It seemed like he was trying to finish the job in record time. Indeed, he was done very quickly. I had just finished washing my dishes when he came to the door. He was dripping sweat and even seemed to be a bit out of breath. I asked him if he was in some kind of hurry to get somewhere, he replied that he just wanted to get that job over with so he could enjoy the rest of the day. I noticed that he was grinning as he said that. I couldn’t resist offering him a drink, noticing that the clock said 1:08PM, I asked him what sounded good to him. That really made him smile.
After he drank a glass of water, he asked for the ten bucks I owed him for cutting my lawn. As soon as I paid him he was on his way home. I looked at the clock and smiled as I saw that it was now 2:35PM. I understood now why he was in such a hurry to finish the mowing. I went into my bedroom to see what sort of fantasy would fuel my session of self-pleasure. As soon as I entered the room I could smell sweat. I was instantly hard. I peeled off my clothes, laid on my bed, cock in hand, and closed my eyes.
There he was, shirtless and sweaty. He grabbed my hand and took me to my bedroom. He shed his shorts and stretched out on the bed. His cock was hard and throbbing as he looked at me with pleading eyes. His balls were drawn up tight against the base of his beautiful teen dick. He told me that his balls were aching for release. He said that he had waited days for this and could wait no longer. Then he started telling me what to do.
“Now I want you to suck my cock like a madman, fondle my balls gently, they really do ache. I need to get off quickly the first time, round two will be a longer session. YEAH, suck on it HARD, damn, that feels good. I’m going to flood your mouth with my cum. Yeah, I’m gonna…”
He was writhing and bucking beneath me, moaning and groaning. I felt his balls draw up even tighter, as if they were trying to force their way through his cock. His hands squeezed my head as he bucked and groaned. It hadn’t been two minutes when I felt his cock pulsing. Blast after blast flooded my mouth and I swallowed fast and hard to keep up. His cum was thick and sweet, I loved it! His grip on my head was released as his body relaxed. I slowly released his cock from my mouth, licking and kissing it as I did. His body was limp. His hands gently rubbed my shoulders as he caught his breath. I gently milked the last drop of cum from his cock and licked it up, allowing it to stay on my tongue so that I could savor his flavor. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“Dude, thanks, that was so awesome, I really needed to get off. But now, I need you to make me a better man. I need you to teach me control. My girlfriend broke up with me because I couldn’t make her happy in bed. I told her that I was sorry that my dick isn’t very big. She said that size isn’t really important because a girl’s clit isn’t in there very far. She said that any dick could hit her spot, but mine wasn’t hitting it for long enough. I need to learn to last longer before I shoot. Your job is to teach me to control my cum. I heard about edging, tried that but I just don’t have the will power. I wish I hadn’t gotten off so fast just now, but I couldn’t help myself. I just had to get off and I knew I could make you get me there as fast as I wanted to. I know that as long as you're in my trance, you'll do as I tell you. I think I’ve figured out how to make it so that you can help me. I want you to tie my hands and ankles to the bed. Once you do that, you must tease and stimulate my body, do anything you can think of to get me hot, but don’t let me cum for one hour. Once I'm tied up, you must drive me crazy, make me want to cum, but DO NOT LET ME, for one hour! Now tie me down, follow those instructions, and don’t follow any other commands from me for that hour”.
Well, that fantasy got me off! Just hearing him say that had me shooting my load. When I recovered, I vowed that I would go to bed early that night, so I could continue my fantasy and see how that last hour turned out. Damn, I wish I had hidden a camera in my bedroom to catch the action. I knew that I could only have that fantasy until midnight, but wished I could live it over and over again. I looked around the room and noticed the four lengths of rope in my trash can. Why would I throw them out, I may need those again, I hope.
Sorry this chapter is not very long, I hope to continue this story when I have time. I hope that you enjoyed it anyway.
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