Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 05:03:50 EDT
From: Charlie
Subject: "Summer Day Insane"

It was a strange day anyway, but today it was a little different. Sure, it
was hot and muggy and it completely sucked to be outside, but I mean, something
DIFFERENT. I couldn't hear anything at all, with the lawnmower in my ear. I
liked the job considering the people I was mowing for were a couple of young
drug dealers, so the pay was incredible. $50 bucks for a medium-to-small sized
yard, 40 minute job if I was going slow. That's better pay than any job I or any
other 16 year old could hope for. So, it's not like I could complain, but it
was hot. It was different. The neighborhood, that's what it was. It was a
small, crammed neighborhood, yet you could smell the financial anymosity from a
mile away. Some of these people were well off, some of them dirt poor, none of
them really standing out from the crowd. Still, that couldn't be why today felt
funny. I felt like I was missing something. Of course, I was always missing
something, on an emotional level. I've never felt loved. I don't even think I
love my parents. I don't really know what love is. I exist, but it all seems
meaningless, like it's for kicks. Instead of running right into the shed with
the lawnmower, I decided to be logical and go on and turn the mower, so that I'd
end up going around the shed. Yes, I used logic there. For some reason, I had
actually considered ramming into it. If anyone else said that just now,
there's be a sarcastic tone. Not me. I'm an oddball, really. Sometimes, it's--
WOAH. Hold the phone just a second. Fact is, you don't see what I see. You're
reading it, and that sucks, because the most golden bodied, light brown haired,
only wearing the shorts he slept in young teen guy just walked into his
backyard... and that happens to be on the other side of the chain link fence I'm
currently walking by. Jesus, he's fucking gorgeous. He's wearing these sky blue
cotton shorts, obviously he wears 'em like boxers to sleep in. It's 3 in the
afternoon, and he just woke up. He's came outside for something. Being that odd
time of year, those spiked balls that fall from the big trees are covering his
yard, so he's dancing around because he keeps stepping on them with his small,
also-tanned bare feet. Yep, he's jumping around making it more and more
obvious that he's not wearing underwear underneath those sky blue shorts. I love
that I can see the tan fading as his shorts bounce around revealing more and more
of his smooth legs. Oh, he's bending over to get something, it looks like a--
FUCK. I just ran into the fence. He heard it, he's looking. Back up, act
calm, keep on mowing... "Hey, Charlie." he says. "Hi, Aaron," I say back, shutting
off the mower. "Enjoying summer vacation?" He's cocking his head like a
confused dog. But if you were me, you'd be looking at his delicious nipples. Good
thing you're not me, because lowering your eye contact in front of another guy
is frowned upon in the great state of Tennesee. Hell, it's even illegal for me
to suck his surely-seven-inch cock, which I pray is uncut, but am sure is
cut. However, they can't stop me from fantisizing, those fucking cops. "Summer's
fine. Nice boner." I look down... and he's right. Damn you for getting me off
on that tangent. Actually, damn him for not getting me off. Hah. I get cocky,
obviously, and go for a, "Thanks for noticing." He laughs, huge perfect smile.
God, his dark brown eyes give him a sexy almost-latin look, jaded by the
blonde highlights. Aaron thinks for a minute, "So, Chuck, I've been wondering. How
do you feel about gay rights?" Now, as if the rest of the story isn't
unbelievable. he pops this crazy oddball question. "Better than gay lefts, I
suppose." God, I love that one. "Funny, but I'm serious. Do you have a problem with
gays?" I decide to be honest, "Halfway." He does that confused dog look again.
"What does that mean?" Ah, the moment of truth. "I'm bisexual. Hence the
'halfway' joke." He looks shocked, great. This turned out just how I was- "So, you
like guys?" It's always a joke with me, so my next amazing comedic masterpiece
goes something like, "No. By bisexual I meant I like girls and parakeets." He
scratches his hip, lowering his shorts' waistline in the process and not
bothering to re-pull it up. Good lord, my legs are going weak. That's insane, right
there. This time, I don't bother to worry about how low my eye contact goes.
In fact, I lean in a little. It's becoming obvious he doesn't mind. "So," I
say, "Are you trying to tell me something about yourself here?" He narrows his
eyes. "No. I was hoping you'd guess, because I don't care to say it out loud."
Ahh, I see. Straight boy with an identity crisis. "Sure, I'll help you sort
things out. What do you need to know?" And then, the surprise of a lifetime.
"I'd like to know what it feels like to have a guy sucking my dick." Skeptical
and cynical, I quip at him with, "Probably a lot like having a girl do it." And
thus, the tender moment occured in which I felt something. "Well, I've never
had that either. I want to do something." Oh god, I'm going to be the first
person on the planet to suck this gorgeous guy's smooth sexy cock. It's about
time I was gifted with something wonderful. Thanks a lot, Mr. Jesus. Glad you
decided to hold up your rainbow flag for the day. Wink, Wink. I finish off the
yard, collect my 50 bucks, and walk right on over. And in a stroke of purely
fictionalized luck to aid and abed my story, his parents weren't home. AND, to
get to the point, he was sitting on his couch masturbating. With a porno
playing. A gay one. Yeah. And for those of you romantic types, he happened to have
the lights out and a few candles lit and the smell of... whatever you enjoy
smelling just happened to be in the air. Is that good for you, dear reader? I hope
so. Because here's the part where you read intensely, while trying to jerk
yourself off and scroll the page down at the same time. (Here's a hint, use the
down arrow key.) As anyone would be at such a glorious site, I was spellbound.
I slowly walked along the wall, arching at the hip to see his body shimmering
in the soft orange light from the TV screen. "Aaron?" I slowly whisper. He
turns and honestly, looked a little shocked, despite obviously having done this
all intentionally. "Oh, uh, just let me finish. I didn't wanna cum too quick
while we were, uh, together." I use my clever side to find in me the wittiest
of thinsg to say in this situation: "Oh, don't worry, hott stuff, you'll finish
quite a few times before I go." OH GOD YES. He liked that. And so basically,
I sucked his dick and went home. How's that for an anti-climax? What... not
good? Fine. Here's the detailed version. I crept over to him and, without words,
he knew to lay back and open his legs. I got on my knees and moved in between
his sleek, solid thighs and instantly put my mouth, filled with hot saliva,
around his 6 1/2 inches. He let out a whimper, and let me tell you. THAT sound
turned me on HARD. I ran my hands all along his firm, but undefined abdomen.
My left was softly, gently tweaking his nipple. My right moving gracefully
between his light patch of pubic hair and bellybutton. Who doesn't love a
bellybutton? Especially on a thin, golden body? My head was moving, at a not-too-fast,
but above average pace. Up and down, up and down on his rod. He started to
coo, and I, for a breif second, let up to say "Use your hands" and sure enough,
he got the picture. His right hand went down my neck, and his left grabbed
hold of my hair. I let out a growl and he started thrusting into my face. Nothing
in the world feels better than being face-fucked by a horny teenager from
your english class. God, yes. I opened my throat and fit all him into my mouth.
It was no easy trick to do, but I was able to oust my tongue onto his balls and
be did he go bananas over that. I realized exactly what this sweet teen
needed. I let off his rock solid cock, and pulled him forward at the hips. I put
his left leg over my shoulder and started to lick his delicate, un-touched
o-ring. His rosebud began to tighten and loosen in short spasms, his legs began to
vibrate in an uncontrollable ecstacy. This boy needed to feel the rim job, as
it is a truly amazing sensation when performed accurately - and god knows I
perform it accurately. Hell, when I die, God'll probably ask me for one,
considering he did give me the talent to do it so perfectly. Aaron literally wrapped
his leg around my head, forcing my face into his steamy body, I licked his
balls, licked his ass, grabbed and grope all over his body, and as he started to
moan his simple, soft, half-crying-out-in-joy moans I knew he was ready, With
the magic of my tongue, I went to town on his dick head and he exploded,
gasping for air and clneching at my flesh, right into my mouth. It was glorious. It
was spectacular. It was hot, and sweet, and I'm telling you right now. Aaron
tasted great. In a sick kind of way, I'd bottle his juice and sell it at gas
stations. (I'll be sure to tell you which ones). He sat there, unable to thank
me. Frankly, I should've thanked him. He gave me what I love, the ability to
please a boy. I didn't say much, never was able to express my emotions face to
face - hence why the writings' so clever. I smiled at him a few times and
wrote my number on his hand. Yeah, he called back. Boy, am I glad you get to mow a
lawn once a week.