Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 14:24:14 +0200
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Yardwork With Tom-3

After some silence, we both stretched out a little, feeling another breeze
- a stingy breeze.

"Let's go jump in the pool. I like your piss on me but it gets kind of
sticky and stings a little, you know?" I said to Tom, standing up.

He laughed quietly. "You're a perv, aren't you?"

"Hey, you got my pee on you too, buddy boy, and you don't seem to mind it!"
I said.

He thought about that and said nothing. We walked quickly to the pool,
jumped in immediately, and after a moment hopped out again. "Let's have
something to eat, whadda you say?" I asked, and he nodded. It was just past
1:00 pm early afternoon now, no time to be doing any work in the high
sun. We walked naked to the back door of the house, my charge and I. It
felt great to be naked with Tom. In the kitchen I grabbed half a loaf of
French bread from yesterday, and from the fridge I took some cheese, ham,
and containers of yoghourt. I filled up the bottles with more water from
the tap, and grabbed some grape juice. "Can you grab that tray there and a
couple plums if you want?" I said, placing the food and drinks on the
tray. Then we were on our way back down to the area shaded and hidden by
the trees.

We spread our jeans out a little bit so we could sit on them, still naked,
and ate in silence for a while. Tom spoke first, saying, "You think I'm a
perv for real?"

"I've got nothing against pervs except for the kind that do something to
someone else against their will. You know what I mean?"

"Not really."

"I mean that I didn't mind when you peed on me, and you didn't seem to mind
it either. So we were perving together - but that's just sex - really cool
sex between two guys. It would be a hell of a lot different if one of us
didn't want to do what we just did - it would really suck. But I think you
were into it, right?"

"Yup." He took a long swig of grape juice and let out a little involuntary
burp with his mouth closed. He had a grape juice moustache and was cute as
hell. I was trying not to stare at his creamy, bony ass with those wisps of
black hair blowing in the breeze, but it wasn't easy. It wasn't as if my
lust for him diminished just because we were actually having a meaningful
conversation. The last time I had a similar flood of feelings all at once
like this, I realized, was...when I was around 15 - his age! "It's just
confusing is all," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You think about girls when you jack off, or boys, or both?" I asked, as
casually as possible.

He thought for a moment. "When I first started getting hardons and sex
dreams, it was all about girls - I still think about them a lot but also
think about guys. That's why it's so confusing."

I didn't want to pepper him with more questions - had he really had any
pussy, was he a virgin or not, what had he done with guys if anything -
because first of all I didn't want to make him more self-conscious, and
second, I kind of felt like it was none of my business, if that makes
sense. I could sense where he was emotionally at right now, and where he
was at with me, and could tell him my take on things - so that's what I
did.

"You sound like me. I love women and I love my wife. There's something just
righteous about the way it all comes together when you make love to a woman
- for me at least. They're soft, they smell great...and there's nothing
like pussy...." I had meant to quickly segue to man on man but got stuck on
women. I trailed off and glanced a little his way.

He was smiling and curious. "What do you mean?" he said. "I mean...", he
tried to cover his tracks, "I think I know what you mean about pussy."

I pretended not to notice that he more or less just gave away that he
hadn't gotten laid yet. "Your cock right there," I said, and pointed to his
equipment, "and mine as well," I said, giving it a shake, "are designed to
fit right into the vagina. And the way it feels when you've made a woman
excited and she's lubricated, and she allows you to enter her, and you move
back and forth inside of her...well, there's nothing like it." I grabbed a
plum and polished it. "And when you're on top of a beautiful woman, she's
soft, and you feel her breasts against you, and you kiss her - and her lips
are round. A woman is like a plum - juicy, sweet, just slightly tart." I
bit into the plum and looked at him.

He was smiling, looking intently at me, and his cock was rock hard! I
almost laughed in sheer delight. He noticed me looking, and crossed his
legs. "Shit, don't get shy on me again!" I said. We both drank some water
and sat some more. "But I felt something with guys already when I was your
age. Not just any guy - had to be a special cool guy - like you." I leaned
over and offered him the plum. He smiled, and then took a bite while I held
it. The juice ran down his chin. His dick pulsed a little.

"What do you mean you felt something with guys?" Tom asked. "Say it, what
you feel, the way you said it about girls," he commanded. I liked this tone
- any imperative statement from Tom was fine with me - what he didn't know
(yet) is that I would have instantly changed roles and been his
30-something bitch right there if he wanted...This pedagogical stuff was
hot, but I had so many other fantasies about Tom.

"Guys smell different; you do different stuff with a guy..." I trailed off,
vaguely realizing how subjective all that was - all the shit that turned me
on - and not wanting to stamp my view of sex on him.

"What kind of different stuff?" he asked, quickly. Just like that with
young people - right when you get to point where you want to leave it
unsaid, that's just when they want real specific answers - even Tom! Well,
he deserved my best effort.

"I guess women turn me on because they're so different from me, and guys
turn me on because they've got the same stuff as me." He looked at me
blankly. "I mean - I wanted to see your dick, Tom, and play with it, and
suck it just now, because I've got one of those too, and I know how good
that feels. I want to make you feel good. And I like it when you make me
feel good. We've got the same parts but we're not the same - you're over
there and you're this other person with all these thoughts and feelings,
you know?"

He nodded, examining his thumbnail. I don't know if he was getting the
feelings stuff, and it sounded kind of lame even though I meant it. "That's
hot," I said, "but it's also kind of serious. Only advice I'll give you -
cause I know I used to hate getting advice - whoever you're with, guy or
girl, remember they've got feelings and try to find out what they
want. Usually it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it. Guys are
transparent - they let you know real fast. Girls are harder - sometimes
they don't know what they want themselves."

I was losing him. He asked, "What did you mean guys smell different?"

I thought for a moment and saw him scratching his cute ass, and got an
idea. "Tell you what, I'll show you - let's do an experiment. You game?" He
cocked his head and didn't answer. "Nothing too pervy, I promise." I
reached for his white briefs on the ground. "Let's switch. I'll wear yours
while we work and you wear mine. Okay?"

He stood with his dick half hard, and scratched his belly listlessly, not
responding. I was learning that no response meant yes a lot for Tom. I
turned his white briefs inside-in. They were still damp with his sweat. I
slipped them over my cock and tucked it in. They were tight and warm, and
the dampness felt great - I knew it was from Tom.

"Here's mine," I said. I tossed him my boxer briefs. They fit snugly enough
around him as he put them on slowly. He remained half hard the whole
while. "Let's get dressed and do some more work - cool?" I said. He nodded
and we put our shirts back on.

We tried to stay out of the hot sun, and wound up doing some work in the
house and garage. It was more lifting - I had a bunch of old stuff in boxes
I wanted to take from the garage to the attic. After an hour, we were both
covered in sweat and dust. "Can we take another break?" Tom asked.

"You bet," I said. "Let's go sit in the shed a little bit and stay out of
the sun." The shed was attached to the garage and we headed there.

"Do you want to maybe go in the pool and rinse off?" Tom asked.

"We could, but then we would lose our experiment and I couldn't answer the
question you asked me about guys."

He nodded and stood frozen in the shed with his arms at his side. "Now
let's see how we're doing with each other's underwear," I said
quietly. "Get down to just the underwear - I will too." He started
unbuttoning his flannel shirt, looking at me as I pulled off my shirt. Work
shoes and socks were next, then dusty jeans, all thrown into a pile. We
stood facing each other. Tom was nervous again, but trusting, I could
tell. I approached him and stood behind him. "Now we're gonna trade back,"
I said quietly, "but first," I said, and then reached to his waist, and
with one hand, pulled my underwear back so it was like a thong, stuffing it
into his crack. He lost his balance for a moment and I steadied him with my
hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You're giving me a
wedgie, perv!"

"Now you can see how sexy you smell," I said. I liked it when Tom called me
a perv because I knew he liked me perving on him. Simple algebra. I peeled
off my underwear from him and let it drop down, scooping it up. He turned
around. His dick was soft and he waited to see what I would do. I balled up
his underwear and put it up to his nose. He breathed in and said
reflexively, "Eww - gross!"

I took my underwear back from him and breathed in deeply. It smelled great
- like Tom's asshole, which had an almost buttery smell to it, and of
course like his cum and piss - and the more acrid smell of his sweat. My
dick started to rise. "Smells great," I said firmly. "Smells like you. And
you and your great smell make my dick hard. Look." I took the head of my
dick out from his briefs and let it stand there for him, pushed against my
belly. He looked at it and then back up again, his mouth open. "Your turn,"
I continued. "Take back your undies, stud - they're all ready for you."

He reached with his two hands and pulled them down my legs, releasing my
dick. His hands were shaking a little bit. I picked up my legs so he could
take them away. He held them in his hand, bunched up. "They're warm," he
said.

"Put 'em on. Feels good." He put his briefs back on and I stood naked
behind him. I put my underwear up to his face again and this time he didn't
screw up his face, he breathed in normally and stared straight ahead. "For
me, part of what's hot about a guy - a guy like you - comes from his
ass. That's the part you might call the perv part but that's what I meant
earlier." He took the underwear from my hand and held it against his face,
covering his nose and mouth. Then, magically, he leaned his head back onto
my chest. This was his position of submission that I was being granted
again now, and I filled with joy and anticipation. If I didn't go to fast,
Tom would let me have him. "You smell nice, right?" I said quietly.

"I guess," he said back, resigned to his own sexiness.

I pressed my dick against his backside. I peeled his underwear to the side
and stroked his crack. He shuddered. I knew he was hard again. Moving the
cotton easily to the side, I rubbed along his crack down to his hole with
my index finger. There was so much sweat there from both of us that it slid
along easily. "Gimme one second," I said. I grabbed a several cushions from
the lawnchairs and spread them out in the corner of the shed by the window,
fashioning a double bed of sorts for us. The light shone through the
window. "Come here and lay down on your back next to me." He moved slowly
and took his place next to me.

I leaned on my elbow. I looked into his eyes and started stroking his
chest, and rested my hand there. He was breathing heavily and rapidly, but
quietly. He looked up at me and back at my hand. His dick was pulsing under
his briefs. The tip was sticking out, and was shiny and purple. The sun
shone on his body and I took him all in. I ached with desire. Suddenly, Tom
did something that made me melt. He took my hand from his chest and put it
on his cheek, and held it there, looking at me. Then, with his other hand,
he reached around to my back and pulled me towards him, over him. I moved
over him, and put my body on top of his, like with a woman, resting my
weight on him, looking him in the eyes, but not all of my weight, trying
not to crush him too much. But he pulled me onto him more strongly with his
other hand; now both of his hands were on my waist and I was on top of him;
I couldn't help giving him all my weight. He hugged me really tight - it
almost hurt - and looked at me the whole while. We were face to face. Our
noses collided and I kissed him on his cheek and on his mouth, then on his
neck. He moved his hands down further to my ass, and squeezed it - hard. It
hurt - it felt great.

I propped myself up against his will and pulled down his briefs with one
hand. He spread his legs slightly, and lifted his ass. I pulled them off
and leaned back down onto him. His hard, warm dick poked into me. I kissed
him some more and then said, "You on top now." He moved around and I lay on
my back on the cushions. I lifted my legs and pulled off my shorts. He
looked at my dick and looked back at me. "Come'ere," I said, and pulled him
by his ass onto me. He was now on top of me, our dicks colliding and
sliding off of each other. We were both panting; the sun shone on us
through the window making us sweat even more. "Now you're in control. Do
what you want - I'll be like the girl and you can fuck me." Tom arched his
chest and started to move his dick back and forth, looking at me. Then he
leaned back down and hugged me best he could, still grinding into me. This
was almost better than any kind of actual fucking. Tom was so aggressive
all of the sudden, taking what he wanted. "Kiss me on the neck some," I
whispered, looking at his sweet contorted face. "Then you'll control me
even more." He looked at me weird for a moment and leaned down and kissed
me there awkwardly while he grinded. "Use your tongue." He licked. I
jumped, and felt my balls tightened. He stayed there on my neck, licking it
and kissing it. It was so fucking great, to have him on top of me like
that, with all his weight.

Suddenly his grinding became more rigid, mechanical and quick, and he
pushed me down on the shoulders, holding me there, arching his back
again. Then he began to come. I felt the warm wetness spread on my
stomach. "Ohhh, ohhh!" he moaned, and still moved quickly. It was a long
series of contractions - a big cum for him. I pulled him down as I felt my
orgasm come on. "Kiss me again," I grunted, and his tongue was back on my
neck, licking. I grabbed his as and rubbed my dick back and forth in his
goo between our stomachs and came that way, holding him tightly as he
breathed into my neck, feeling my juice on him.

I held him close and we both continued to breath heavily for a long time.
His weight was completely on me and I loved it, being slightly smothered by
him. I squeezed him periodically and our breath slowed. Suddenly I felt
little quivers and convulsion in his chest, and felt him swallow against my
chest. He sniffed a little. What was happening?  He was crying! I felt my
heart drop - what the fuck had I done? Suddenly the whole world weighed on
me - I wanted nothing more than for him not to be hurt - by me, by what we
had done, by what I had initiated.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Hey, hey? What did I do?,"I said. I heard the emotion in
my own voice, but the voice was strangely disembodied. We were in some
altered space - I felt like I was tripping on acid.

He wouldn't look up but held me tight by my sides, squeezing me with his
little sobs. It hurt - he was really pinching me. He just shook his head
and sniffled. I felt his snot and tears on my neck. Fuck. My dick was
growing again. What the fuck?