Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:43:03 +0200
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: yardwork with Tom 11

All good things must come to an end - or at least a temporary end. My wife
and kids were coming back on Monday and now it was Saturday - I wanted to
leave a day between their arrival and any more sinful pleasure with Tom. So
when Tom arrived on Saturday morning I was full of plans. I was a little
peeved to see that Tony, my neighbor, was working outside today - cutting
some shrubs right around our property line. I waved to him from my front
stoop and he saw me and waved back.

Now, Tony and I had a limited but interesting relationship, to say the
least. Tony was married but had never had kids. His wife and him had lived
there before we arrived and were always good neighbors. He liked to work
outside a lot in his wife-beater. He was older than me - late 40's - bald,
short and muscular - real Itialian stock. He wasn't handsome and he wasn't
ugly. He did exude a lot of sex - whether he meant to or not. At least he
exuded it to me. I was really turned on by Tony, with his stocky body, his
bald head, and his wife-beater. I wanted to see him naked.

Tony liked to work outside, and I liked to romp around naked outside, as I
wrote earlier - and sometimes jerk off. Two summers ago, I was behind our
trees with my pants pulled down around my ankles, playing with my tits and
rubbing my dick, covering it with spit. I heard rustling behind me and
froze. I turned around and there was Tony in his wife-beater. He wasn't
smiling and he wasn't frowning. He looked at me directly in the eye, and I
stood there like an idiot, still holding my dick.

"You've got to be careful - never know who's gonna sneak up behind you," he
said plainly, quietly. Then, he looked up and down at my whole body, and
then met my eyes. My face burned with shame. Then, he glanced down once
more at my dick, now deflated, and turned and walked back towards his
house.

We never made mention of it. I don't know what had happened exactly. But I
suspected that he somehow hadn't minded what he saw. And I hoped that maybe
he was into it.

So when I saw Tony, my initial annoyance that Tom and I wouldn't be able to
romp around naked outside was tempered by something else - the reckless
idea that maybe we could at least romp around naked, even if Tony saw us.

Tom arrived at 10:00 in the morning and the sun was already strong - it was
going to be a hot and muggy day. Tom knocked on the front door and I let
him in. Today, he was wearing short cut off shorts and sneakers with no
socks, and a white t-shirt that I saw was dirty and yellow around the
armpits. His hair was ruffled up and he still looked sleepy.

"Did you just get out of bed?" I asked, ruffling his hair some more. We
headed to the kitchen. He sat down at the table and I remained standing.

"Not exactly," he said. "I mean, I was on the couch watching TV for a
while."

"What were you watching?"

There was a pause. "I don't know..." He scratched his chest and looked away
listlessly.

"Bullshit! Come on - you don't know what you watched?"

After a moment, he said quietly, "Jonny Quest."

"Cartoons!" I laughed.

"Shut up!"

"Naw...I'm just kidding. I used to love that show and I'll still watch it
if it comes on."

We said nothing. I wondered now - after I kissed him finally yesterday, did
I have to bring him back to me again? Or could I just go over to him and do
whatever I wanted? I decided to split the difference. I approached him,
standing over him, and put my hands on his shoulders and squeezed them a
bit. I knew he liked it when I told him stuff. "Strong dude, you
are. Strong shoulders. Like how you're dressed today."

He tensed up at first and slowly relaxed, looking straight ahead. This was
cool. I rubbed more and worked down his chest, then let my hands rove under
his loose t-shirt. I found his nipples. He breathed in quickly and then
relaxed, still looking ahead, and smiled mischievously. Just touching his
nipples, I became hard very quickly and was filled with desire for him. He
knew it. "What do you like," Tom asked slowly, smirking, "about how I'm
dressed?"

I realized that Tom was no stupid. After a few days, this question-answer
thing between us was now a game - a very hot game. What had started out as
something more innocent - his teenaged curiosity - had turned into a tool
for him. It was a tool of seduction. He knew that he drove me crazy like
this. He was seducing me, and that made him excited as well.

"Well Tom," I said quietly, moving closer to him, pulling gently on his
nipples, massaging his pectoral muscles slowly, feeling his chest. "I like
how your shorts are short on you. It means I can see more of your leg. It
makes you look sexy. It makes me look at your ass, and at your crotch. I
can't help it, dude."

He snickered. "What else?"

"I like how you're not wearing any socks. I...I guess I like the idea of
your feet..." This sounded so stupid. But...I didn't care. In some weird
way, even, I wanted to look stupid for him. For me, being with Tom was a
lot about being someone different than who I usually was - being someone
different than a father, husband, guy with successful job, completely in
control. I kind of liked being an idiot with him, just smitten with him.

He giggled. "You're just a pure perv. You just want every part of me - all
the dirty parts."

"Yup," I said, squeezing his nipples. He spread his legs and I saw the
bulge in his shorts. "And you like it. I know you like that dirty stuff
too, Tom. Tell me - this t-shirt you're wearing is dirty, right?"

"Yeah," he said, still smiling. I continued to work on his chest and he
rocked a little back and forth.

"What about your shorts - and your underwear?"

"I...I'm not wearing any underwear today."

"No underwear, huh? Hmm. What about a shower or bath? Have you had one
since yesterday?"

He said nothing.

"Hmmm?"

He shook his head no finally, looking down. His chin rubbed against my hand
and he stayed there, nuzzling. I was overtaken with desire for him. I
kneeled down and put my hands on his face and directed his gaze towards
me. "You're so fucking hot, you know that Tom?" He looked away shyly,
smiling. I pulled his t-shirt up; he raised his arms. It came off
easily. "Keep your arms up," I whispered. I moved my face slowly to his
pits. The hair in his pits was so beautiful to me - lots of it on this
young guy, and oily. And he smelled strong now - he had not showered, like
I had asked him not to do that first day. He smelled like old sweat and our
sex from yesterday. I moved my face onto his left armpit and began to kiss
him gently there. He shivered. Then I began to lick him. It tasted salty
and tangy; it filled me with more lust.

For a moment, Tom sat there frozen, not breathing, taking it in. Then he
did something that made me even hotter: he took my head with his other hand
and pulled me into him, closer. He took command, and it was very gratifying
for me. He breathed heavily, and started talking. "Suck me there," he
said. "Feels fucking good." I licked his pit and sucked on it. I was
rewarded with two or three hairs on my tongue. Then I moved to the other
one. He raised his arm quickly and pulled me there. I tasted his body and
was overcome with lust. I stood up. I pulled down my shorts and underwear
and took them off. Tom stared, sitting on the chair with his mouth
open. Then I pulled my own t-shirt over my head. Now I was naked, standing
before him, hard. "Stand up," I said. He stood up and I immediately reached
for his shorts. He looked at me, frozen, while I unbuttoned them and
unzipped them. As I looked at him back, I pulled them down. His cock was
hard and pointed up. There was a shiny film around the top. He stepped out
of the shorts completely.

"Horny boy," I whispered. "Come here." I took his hand and led him to the
other room where I had fucked his older brother days earlier. Now it was
his turn. "On your knees Tom." He hesitated, looking at me. "Don't
worry. I'll give you what you want." I don't know what I meant by that. I
didn't feel like reassuring him anymore though - he was ready for this and
was asking for it. He got down on his knees and looked backwards toward
me. "On your elbows," I said. He leaned forward on his elbows and waited. I
kneeled down and leaned toward his ass. I spread his cheeks and saw the
brown of his shit on his hole. Yes...little dirty boy. Looks like he had
had a shit and hadn't wiped hardly at all - on purpose. It smelled strong
enough and at first I backed off and then went in again, licking his
hole. He gasped. "Ahh - holy crap! Wha - what are you doing?"

"Tasting your asshole, Tom. Getting you ready."

"Ahhh..."

"You took a shit before you came here?"

"Yeah..." he said, whimpering. I licked his anus. Now it was wet with my
spit. I came around to his front side and he looked up at me.

"Lick my cockhead, boy."

Now, Tom did not hesitate. I was in control. He licked the head with
passion, closing his eyes, and then opened them to look up at me.

"Good boy," I grunted. I moved back behind him. I spit on my cock and got
it as slimy as I could. "When you feel my head at your entrance, push out
like you have to shit." I moved my cock head to his hole and pushed. He
pushed as well, and pretty quickly, I entered him. We both gasped. There
was so much electricity going through us. I smelled his body, I looked down
at him; he looked back at me with his mouth open. He wanted more of me -
but I had to ask.

"You want more of my dick in you, Tom?"

"Yeah - fuck me now."

"Hold on," I grunted. I pulled out. "Turn over on your back and raise your
legs. Wanna see your pretty face when I come." He smiled and did as I
said. His legs were raised. I spit on my cock once more and moved towards
him. This time I went in easily. I started to move back and forth and Tom
took hold of his cock.

"Can I - can I jerk off?" he asked.

"Yeah, cut loose baby." I fucked him, looking at him. He looked back at me,
jerking off. It was so good to look at him in the eyes. I felt my orgasm
come on suddenly, violently. I gasped and yelled a little. I pulled out of
his ass and he yelled, pulling faster on his dick. On the head of my dick
was some of Tom's shit and I jerked myself off, moving quickly over his
face. He continued jerking. My cock shot first, onto his neck and
face. "Open your mouth, Tom," I whispered as I came. He opened his mouth
and I put my cock to his lips. He licked, taking the little piece of shit
into his mouth, and then my cum. He began to cum, moaning, looking at me,
spewing his cream all over his chest, bucking. I jerked myself slower,
aiming it onto his tongue. I leaned down and kissed him, tasted his shit
and my cum, taking it onto my tongue. He grabbed my head and pulled me
towards him as he came. It was a violent kiss, with his teeth and spit all
over my face. If I could have cum again right there, I would have.

And the day was just beginning...