Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2009 17:44:21 -0500
From: jerryg48@hotmail.com
Subject: My Lust for Landon Part 1

This is my second attempt to write a story. The usual stuff applies... If
you aren't of legal age for your area then don't read this and move
on. Names have not been changed since it is (partially anyways) a work of
fiction. Constructive comments are appreciated. Flames will be happily
ignored. Thanks for taking the time to read my story!


My Lust for Landon 1


 I was sitting at the table in my dining room drinking a beer. I know, it
was only noon, but then its 5PM somewhere right? Anyway it was July 4th and
I had the day off. A blazing hot day it was already too. It was already way
hot to work outside for sure. I had already done the yard work that needed
to be done earlier that morning. So I was taking a break, ate some
lunch. And now I was sitting there in my boxer briefs and a t-shirt and
drinking a beer. I didn't have anything planned so it wasn't like I was
going to be going anywhere. My house was on a corner lot so as I sat at the
table I could look out the sliding glass door to my back yard and the
street that ran along the side of it. I saw a car park down the block and
two guys got out. I couldn't tell much from this distance and didn't think
much about it at all.

 As I watched they split up and went to opposite sides of the street. Hmm,
that was different I thought to myself. Over the next ten minutes or so I
watched as they went from house to house, knocking on a door or ringing the
doorbell.. If someone did answer it seemed it must have been a short
conversation because the guy moved on pretty soon to another house. As they
worked their way down each side of the street getting closer to my house I
could see a bit more detail. The guy working the houses across the street
was older, maybe like mid fifties or so. The guy on my side of the street
was quite a bit younger, maybe early twenties.

 Oh great, probably some religious whackos, I thought. That's what I get
for living in the Midwest I guess. Freaking bible-thumpers everywhere it
seems.

 I decided to give Landon a call to see if he would be mowing my yard
later. Landon is the kid down the street that I had recruited to do some of
my yard work. I know I said I had done my yard work earlier that day. Maybe
I should have said the part of the yard work that I could do as I had
Landon doing the mowing now days. At least on hot days like this one. It's
not that I couldn't do it myself. It was because I probably shouldn't be
doing it in this heat. I had a case of heatstroke a few years back and the
doc kept warning me not to overdo it when it was hot out or I could wind up
with heatstroke again. I guess if you get it once it makes you more prone
to getting it again.

 "Hey Landon," I said once he picked up his phone. "You going to mow my
yard today or are you taking the holiday off?"

 "Hey Mark!" Landon replied. "Yes, I will be by in a bit to do the mowing
today even though it is the fourth. I need the cash you know!"

 "Yeah I know," I laughingly replied. Landon had told me earlier that year
he was saving up for college and had been doing so for a while.

"Well you know where the mower and gas is. You remember the code for the
garage door?" I said.

 "Yeah, I remember it." He replied. "You going somewhere or something?"

 "No plans to at this point" I said. "I just didn't want you to have to
wait around in case I took a nap or something."

 "Oh, OK, yeah I remember the code alright. So I will just go ahead and get
to the mowing once I come over then. I won't ring in case you are taking
that nap or whatever."

 "OK, sounds like a plan to me. I will get your payment ready and just
leave it on that little table by the door to the garage. In case I am
asleep. Ok?"

 "Sounds good to me Mark. I will catch you later. I will try to be quiet
when I come over so I don't wake you up if you are taking that nap. Don't
worry I will get to your yard this afternoon at the latest." Landon replied
and then hung up his phone.

 As I hung up I remembered just how Landon had become my mower guy and the
first couple of times he mowed my yard.

 --It was earlier in the summer. My back was messed up yet again and my
yard was in need of a mow. I just happened to see a kid mowing the yard
across the street from my side yard. I knew an older lady lived there. Too
old to be this kids mother. Turned out it was Landon's grandmother's
house. He kept up the yard for her. He lived with his parents just down the
street from her. I had asked him if he wanted to make $20 mowing my
yard. He's been doing it ever since.

 I remember watching him mow that first day. Man he is one HOT kid. He has
black hair, green eyes. He is about 5'8" maybe 140 pounds a 30-inch or so
waist. Nice arms, sculpted chest and one cut looking six-pack set of abs! I
remembered walking out through the sliding glass door to the patio, as he
was finishing up trimming there. I guess I surprised him, as he seemed a
bit nervous. He had his shirt off and was wearing some rather short running
shorts. I was trying my best not to stare at his fabulous body. I then
asked him how old he was, explaining that I didn't want to be accused of
breaking any child labor laws! He just laughed and replied that he was
18. He was going to be a senior in high school that coming fall. My hands
shook a bit as I handed him the money for mowing that day. I still remember
how nervous I was at the time. Thinking back he seemed a bit nervous
too. Hmm, I wonder why he would have been. Probably because he was in some
strangers back yard for the first time and he was practically naked and the
stranger is like drooling while he stares at his body. I think that ALL he
had on was those short running shorts and his shoes.

 The second time he mowed my yard was about a week later. It was blazing
hot outside and he showed up in a t-shirt and jeans. "Aren't you going to
get pretty damn hot wearing those jeans is this heat?" I asked him.

 "Well yeah, maybe. But I just got out from practice and didn't want to
take the time to go home to change. I have a date early this evening but
wanted to get your yard mowed first. The money will come in handy for this
date tonight" he replied.

 "If you want I just got done folding some laundry and I know there are few
pair shorts there. I haven't put anything away yet so its all laying on my
bed, just grab a pair, they should fit you OK," I said. (I guess I should
describe my self at this time. I was 35 years old, 5'8" 135 pounds with a
31-inch waist. I kept myself in good shape, not six-pack abs but not a beer
gut either. Brown hair, brown eyes not a head turner but for sure not ugly
by any means. I had had my share of guys over the years, especially the 10
years that I was in college.)

 "OK, " Landon replied. "Can I change in your bedroom?" he asked.

 I said "Sure, either there or the bathroom. Just go in the door to the
bathroom, first door on the left down the hall. There is another door in
the bathroom that opens into my bedroom."

 Without further comment Landon walked down the hall and into the
bathroom. I happened to notice he didn't close the bathroom door on his way
in. I didn't hear the door to the bedroom close either. Was that in
invitation? No way! I thought to myself. That boy is WAY straight, or so he
seemed to me. There was that bit about him being a yell leader at his high
school though, but that didn't necessarily mean he was gay. Besides he is
way too young for me. Well maybe not for just an occasional romp... Stop
it! I thought to myself. He is a nice kid, just leave him be. I didn't want
to mess up our current "relationship" anyways.

 Landon then came walking down the hall wearing an old t-shirt of mine
and...Oh NO! I can't believe he grabbed THOSE shorts! But then I remembered
they WERE at the top of the shorts pile when I folded and sorted the
laundry a little bit ago. He had just grabbed the first pair on top of the
pile!

 I should explain about the shorts. They were a pair of cheap mesh shorts I
had bought a couple of months ago. The inner lining was rather heavy
material so I had cut the liner out for more ventilation. I just wore them
for yard work and always made sure to put boxers or such on underneath them
if I was going to be in the front or side yard. Sometimes I would ditch the
boxers when I was in the back yard. They were a lot cooler without the
liner and more so without the boxers, since it allowed for plenty of
ventilation. Thank goodness Landon had his boxers on underneath. I am sure
he didn't realize what all I could see. It was rather dark in my bedroom
and being black mesh he wouldn't be able to tell they were practically
see-though while he was in there. I didn't realize myself how see-through
they were until one day I was walking through the living room downstairs
and the light from the windows was behind me as I walked past a mirror
there. I saw then that one would have to pretty close up to see anything,
from a distance they looked like normal mesh shorts. But here was Landon
standing there in the front room with the sun shining in the window behind
him. He might as well not even have had the mesh shorts on at this distance
from me. I was tongue-tied. I didn't know if I should point that the shorts
had no lining, I didn't want to embarrass him. Before I could say anything
Landon said, "OK, off to mow! I'll do the front and side yards first. Could
you take the lock off the gate to back?" and then off he went.

 About 45 minutes later there was a knock on the sliding glass door to the
back yard. I waved Landon to come on in. "Mind if I get a drink?" he asked.

 "Go ahead, water on tap, or I have some different sports drinks in the
fridge," I replied.

 "Great!" Landon said as he went for the fridge. He grabbed a drink and
threw it down pretty quick. "Man is it hot out there today. Mind if I use
your bathroom? I have been putting down a lot of water today, especially at
practice."

 "Go ahead, you know where it is," I said.

Several minutes later Landon walked back down the hall with no t-shirt
on. He seemed a bit, I don't know flustered or like he was trying to hide
something. Well there wasn't much mischief he could get into in my bedroom
or bathroom so I didn't think much of it.

 "I thought I would ditch some of the clothes, it is really hot out there,
that is, if you don't mind," Landon said.

 "Shirts are optional here," I replied. (How I got that out without
stuttering I don't know. MAN, this kid is SO HOT!)

 Landon went out back to continue mowing. As Landon went about his job I
felt the urge to hit the bathroom myself. As I was standing there taking a
piss I noticed the t-shirt of mine that Landon had been wearing was laying
by the sink on the vanity. I figured I would hang it on the shower curtain
rod to let it dry. It looked rather wet from Landon's sweat. I couldn't
help myself. As I picked up the t-shirt I couldn't resist the urge to smell
it, to smell Landon's scent. It was awesome! After I had picked up the
t-shirt and taken a good inhalation or two I saw something else. A pair of
boxers was lying there also, they had been hidden under the t-shirt, and
they weren't mine. When I picked them up I saw they were really wet in one
large spot. When I looked on the inside of the boxers, opposite where that
wet spot was on the outside... I saw it. Landon's cum, it was still warm
and very white but thick and gooey from some the fluid being absorbed by
the boxers. He had obviously jerked off into his boxers and it had been
less than two minutes ago. I couldn't help myself; I ran my tongue through
his cum. It tasted heavenly! I put the boxers back where I found them and
replaced the t-shirt too. I didn't want Landon to know I had discovered
what he had done. I remembered being 18 and jerking off like ALL the time,
several times a day. He was probably just getting prepped for his
date. Didn't want his cock popping up at an inopportune time. Or so I
figured. Heck I did pretty much the same at that age.

 Then it hit me. Here I was wasting my time while a super HOT guy was
mowing my yard practically naked! I grabbed a beer and headed out to the
back porch. There was some shade covering part of the patio from a large
tree out back. I sat back and pretended to read a book as I watched Landon
mow. As I watched I could catch glimpses of Landon's awesome body. When the
sun hit just right I could see the outline of his beautiful ass. At other
times I could see his cock, about 5 inches long soft, and his low hanging
balls, about golf ball size, swinging as he walked. Right then I wished I
had a bigger back yard! About 15 minutes later Landon was finished mowing.

 "Do you mind if I take a shower here?" he asked. "I am running kind of
late and since you let me change into your t-shirt and shorts I can wear
the clothes I arrived in on my date."

 "Go ahead, the towels and such are in the closet in the bathroom and there
are different deodorants and cologne and such in the vanity drawers. I keep
them around for when company stays over," I said.

 "Cool! Thanks Mark!" and off he went to take a shower.

 A little while later as Landon started to leave I noticed he had his
boxers in one hand. "Going commando on that date?" I asked as I pointed to
his boxers.

 "Umm, well, you know, the boxers...they are really umm, well, sweaty and
such. I thought it best to take them home and wash them instead of wearing
them."

 Landon had turned crimson red! He was embarrassed as hell! I began to
wonder if he suspected I had discovered his cum soaked boxers he had tried
to conceal under that t-shirt of mine. I decided not to push the subject,
as he was obviously really embarrassed already.

 "I have like plenty of boxers to choose from if you really don't want to
do the commando thing. And the shorts seemed to fit OK, so the boxers or
boxer briefs should too," I said. (I should probably confess right here
that I have a bit of an underwear fetish. I had like three drawers at least
with all kinds of boxers and boxer briefs, thongs, jocks regular and
mini-briefs etc.) "So, what kind do you prefer, if you want I have several
different styles to choose from," I said.

 "Well, do you have some boxer briefs? I have never worn that kind and they
look kinda cool," Landon replied.

 "OK, lets see what we can find," I said as I led him back to the
bedroom. I didn't even think at the time that me taking him there would be
suggestive in any way. I mean that IS where I kept my clothes and such. I
opened a drawer and selected a pair and handed them to him. "That's a cool
brand that I like a lot, then there are this other pair. Wait, for a date
right? Try these on too, they are supposed to like provide some "lift" for
your junk and like put it out there, know what I mean?"

 "Awesome!" Landon said. "Let me try those first," as he kicked off his
shoes and proceeded to undo his jeans.

 "Whoa, hold on there dude, let me exit first, ok?" I said

 "Hey its just us guys here you know," he said as he proceeded to remove
his jeans. "Its not like we don't have the same equipment. Besides I get
ALL naked in the showers after gym and I doubt it has changed much since
you went to high school and college."

 He was saying this as he tried on the third pair I had offered. And that
pair sure did as advertised, lifting his junk up and putting it "out"
there. I couldn't be sure but his cock seemed a bit plumper or thicker as
he ditched that pair and tried another, and then another. I was trying my
best not throw major wood right there. I swear his cock was getting larger
with each pair of undies he tried on. I was SO glad I had on a pair of
fairly heavy cargo shorts with some rather tight boxer briefs, otherwise he
would for sure know his antics were WAY turning me on.

 "I think these will do great," he said as he put the first pair he had
tried back on. He then pulled on his jeans. Man did those briefs make his
package stand out! "What do you think?"

 I managed to stammer, "Those look great on you for sure. You can keep them
if you like."

 "Awesome!" Landon replied. "Wow, I better get going or I will be late for
my date!"

 With that announcement he was out the door. In his rush it seems he forgot
to take his own boxers with him. That was fine by me!

 "Hey Landon! Hold up a sec!" as I ran to catch up with him in the
driveway. "Well have fun on your date." I said as I handed him $25.

 "Uh, Mark, its $20 for the mowing you know," Landon said.

 "Well consider it "hazard pay" for mowing when it is so damn hot outside,"
I said. In my own mind the extra cash was a tip for the "shows" he had
inadvertently put on for me.

 "Wow thanks! I will make it up to you for sure. And thanks for the loan of
the shorts and briefs!"

 "Have fun on your date!" I replied-



I was pulled from my remembrances by the doorbell ringing. Damn, I had
completely forgotten about those suspected Bible-thumpers working the
block. Without thinking I went to the door wearing my t-shirt and boxer
briefs and opened it up enough to get a look at the guy at the door. He was
about 21 or 22 years old. Pretty nice looking actually, wearing a collared
t-shirt and cargo shorts. I was about to tell him to go and thump his damn
bible somewhere else when he says, "Are you currently getting cable TV
service?"

 Caught a bit off guard I replied "Uh, yeah sort of. I just fired the damn
cable company but they have yet to turn off the service. I even sent a
letter with delivery confirmation so they can't try to charge me any more
for their shitty service!"

 I think my reply kind of surprised him, he seemed a bit flustered as he
said, "Well, I guess that means you really don't want cable then right?"

 About then I noticed his t-shirt had an emblem of a satellite
company. "That would be a yes," I replied.

 "Well," he said, "we have several different plans available for satellite
service if you would like to check them out."

 "Ok, come on in," I said as I opened the door and proceeded up the stairs
into the house. He followed me up the stairs and I indicated that he could
sit at the table in the dining room.. "Well, I guess I should get a bit
more decent and put on some shorts over my boxer briefs," I said.

 "If you want to," he replied.

 "You know what? If I want to chat with the satellite guy while in my
underwear, in my own house, what the heck, why not!"

 "Hey it is your house, your rules and all'" he replied laughing. I wasn't
sure but his jocularity seemed a bit strained. Probably my imagination, I
thought to myself.

 "Ok then," I said. "Show me what options I have for service with your
company."

 While sitting at the dining room table he explained the different plans
available. I, of course, had a couple of more beers during all this. During
our conversation I noticed that every now and then he would tug down on his
cargo shorts and he kept "adjusting" himself every now and then also. That
kept catching my attention and had me chubbing up a bit. I occasionally
would let my hand wonder to my crotch and play with my balls or such
through my boxer briefs. Once he answered all my question and I settled on
a plan he had to make a couple of calls to get the ball rolling getting my
service set up. One call he made was to his "partner", the other guy from
that car that was working the area with him. I was making like I wasn't
paying attention to him by looking over the contract, actually I was
wondering what he was calling the guy about. He seemed like he was saying
he was pushing a hard sell, like I had lots of questions, and that it might
take a while more. Interesting, I thought we were like done with this
deal. He then made a big show of making sure I saw that all the forms were
filled out, all of my questions answered, and the plan I went for was all
set.

 "So," he then said. "Now that we are all through with the satellite thing
is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?"

 "Well," I replied. "It seems we have covered all the satellite stuff, I
don't think I have any more questions about that."

 "Yes, we are all done with the satellite thing. OK?" he said.

 "Uh yeah, OK," I said.

 "So I am no longer the satellite guy and you are not my customer
now. Right?"

 "Umm, yeah, sure," I said, not sure where this was going. (Yeah I can be
bit dense at times, I can see that looking back now.)

 "So," he said, as he stood up and came to stand closer to me. "Is there
anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?" As he said that he spread
his arms out, elbows next to his body.

 "Well, I guess the satellite thing is all done then, umm. Just how far
does anything at all go?" I asked as my hand wandered down to my crotch. It
was then that I noticed the bulge in his cargo shorts. Damn, how did I miss
that I thought? My eyes locked on to the growing bulge in his
shorts. "Would that extend to a massage maybe?" I asked.

 "Sure," he replied.

 "Ok," I said, "Lets move downstairs to the living room. You can give me a
massage there, I have a sleeping bag I can put down on the floor."

 "Sounds good to me," the satellite guy replied.

 I led him downstairs, threw open the sleeping bad on the floor and
proceeded to lay face down on it. "I have some massage oil in the coffee
table over there," I said. Lying next to the massage oil was a package of
"oil friendly" condoms.

 He retrieved the oil as he started to pull off his shirt and step out of
his cargo shorts. "I don't want to get oil on my stuff," he said.

 "That's OK, neither do I," I replied as I took off my t-shirt. I also
turned on the stereo for some music as before laid down. I turned my head
just in time to see him completely naked as he walked behind me to straddle
my lower back. He was completely smooth, and his dick was about seven
inches, a very hard and pretty thick seven inches, and uncut.

 He proceeded to massage my back, working pretty quickly down to my ass. He
started to massage my ass, leaving my boxer briefs on and working his hands
under them to work my ass cheeks and up and down the crack of my ass. This
was really turning me on!

 That's when I heard a ripping sound. He was tearing a hole in the back of
my boxer briefs! I then felt something rubbing up and down my ass crack,
teasing at my hole. The satellite guy then slowly began to insert his cock
in my ass. It felt glorious!

 "You like this?" he said?

 "Hell yeah!" I replied.

 He had been going nice and slow up to this point, letting my ass slowly
open up to his ministrations. He then pulled out slowly. Then he said, "How
about this?" then he rammed his cock all the way into me, pulled all the
way out and rammed it in again.

 I screamed, "What the hell are you doing? That fucking hurts! Damn it,
stop doing that!"

 But he didn't, he just kept ramming his dick in and out of my
ass. Ignoring my pleas for him to stop or at least slow down. Then he
started slapping my ass, HARD. He squeezed my upper arms when I tried to
squirm away, slapped my head and face as I screamed for him to stop. After
what seemed like hours he finally stopped with his dick buried to the hilt
up my ass. I could feel his cock twitching as he shot his load. That was
when I noticed the unopened condom package. The son of a bitch was bare
backing me! And cumming up my ass! I felt a sharp blow to my head as he
yelled "this is what you deserve you faggot!"

 Then all I knew was darkness.



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