Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:43:16 -0400
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: yardwork with tom-10

Thanks for the comments guys - really hot! - Dave


Tom and I had hit some deep level of intimacy and I felt I could at least
try to initiate anything I wanted with him. So before he left that day, I
invited him into the house. "I want to give you something before you
leave," I told him.

We went inside and Tom followed me up to the attic. Inside the top drawer
of a bureau full of clothes I almost never wore, under a bunch of
sweatshirts, were some dildos and buttplugs. I found what I was looking for
- a relatively small black buttplug that I had had since college. It felt
so good to have in your ass - it just tickled the prostrate a bit and
nestled in there nicely - you could walk around for hours like that in a
kind of suspended bliss.

Tom looked at it and wrinkled his nose. "Is that some fag stuff for you?"
he said, giggling. He grabbed it from my hand. "What's it do?" He looked at
it and held it up.

"You put it in your hole, smartass, and it stays there - see - it's got
suction at the end."

He smiled. "Your dick is much bigger and fatter than this thing. I could
take that easy now."

"Exactly. And that's what I want you to do. I want you to wear it tonight
and when you come tomorrow to work we can take it out then."

"Screw you!" Tom yelled.

"What are you - chicken? Come on - it's hot. I used to do it. It feels
fucking great. Just try it."

After some more cajoling, he said, "All right, but you have to put it in."
We walked down to the bathroom and I grabbed some Vaseline. I dipped the
end of the plug in there and said to Tom, "Go get on my bed and put your
legs up." When he was ready with his cute, hairy butt pointing at me, I
slowly put the plug in there. He looked at me the whole time - smiling. His
dick stirred a little but remained flaccid. The way Tom smiled - mockingly
- was striking. It seemed that he was able to mock me even with his ass in
the air - even as I dominated him. There was something feminine about that,
I reflected later - something feminine about the way he could take pleasure
in being objectified, being my little toy on my bed, for me to play with,
and laugh at me all the while. I remembered suddenly how I had played this
role with older men in my first experiences with guys, around his age, and
only realized now with Tom how much I enjoyed it. It had given me - at the
risk of sounding exaggerated or corny - a good sense of self-confidence.
And, as I now reflected, it gave me some more ideas about stuff I could do
with Tom, if he was willing.

"Now try to keep it in there and don't let your mom know you you've got
something in your asshole, okay? I'll see you tomorrow stud." I ruffled his
hair and he was gone.

* * *

The next day Tom showed up at the usual time, around 10 in the morning. I
was paying some bills at my desk when I heard his footsteps approaching
from my open window outside. My heart leaped a little and I was filled with
excitement, but I played it cool and stayed at the desk. He knocked loudly
three times and I sauntered to the door, feeling butterflies in my stomach,
feeling sex in the air already. There he stood, smiling at me, and
again...there was something mocking there in his look. "Come in, Tom." I
spoke in a slightly different voice - it was, well...more gay, if I could
say that. Today, I wanted to do something with Tom if he was ready. Well, I
had already wanted to since the start of all of this, but today I was
determined to try: I wanted to kiss him; I wanted to kiss Tom while I held
him in my arms, come what may.

Tom heard the change in my voice and smirked. "How are you feeling?" I
asked. "You want something to eat or drink?" I shut the door. Today, I
decided, we weren't going to bullshit around with yard work. I was going to
bring him inside the house at least to begin with.

Tom's answer threw me off right away. "No," he replied. "I want to get this
plug out of my butt - now!" He looked at me grinning, like he was about to
laugh. Fuck, he still had the plug in there!

"Did you keep it in all night?" I asked. I was...humbled. And very, very
intrigued.

"Whatever. Where do I take it out? Let's go to the bathroom, cause I might
shit like I did yesterday." He only paused for a minute to look at me,
biting his lip to see if that was okay.

In a sublime instant I realized: Once Tom had gone through what we went
through together yesterday, he hadn't turned back again. He was completely
comfortable with me now, and could share everything. He understood that all
this stuff turned me on, and he mocked me a little because of it,
but...here he was, for more. He liked it too. I was his buddy and we were
going to play some more. The play was dirty stuff - stuff he had never done
until the last few days with me - and he wanted to do more because it felt
good. I calibrated all of this and decided not to turn back either.

"Let's go to the big bathroom. Follow me."

"All right. Just hurry up."

The bathroom had a tub in it and a tile floor. The sunlight was starting to
peak in. The windows had been closed in there and we didn't have any AC, so
it was hot and humid. I had no desire to change things. "Get your pants
off," I said calmly. I immediately was aware that I was starting to sweat.

He looked at me and unbuckled his belt. He was wearing the same jeans he'd
been wearing the last few days. They had grass and dirt stains on them from
the work we'd been doing. "Where am I going to take this out?"

"Right here - in front of me. What do you think? You know I wanna see you,"
I said. I stroked his cheek.

He rolled his eyes and moved away a little, pulling down his pants. He
kicked off his sneakers now and I could see he was wearing tube socks and
they looked dirty too. Dirty Tom - he had just put on yesterday's clothes
for me. Perfect. In a few seconds, the smell of his feet wafted up. "Like
the way your feet smell, Tom," I said.

"You fucking old perv," he said. Now he was just in his briefs and t-shirt
and the socks. "What if I have to shit?" he asked.

"You do it here on the floor and we'll pick it up after."

"Whatever you say," he said. Now his voice shook a little and I realized he
was nervous because he had to get naked again for me, with that thing in
his ass, and he was nervous about shitting in front of me.

"Pull down your briefs for me, Tom. Now." He looked at me and swallowed. He
pulled them down and his dick was retracted, hiding in his pubes. He looked
down and I could sense his shame.

"It's cause that thing's in my ass. It's so gay is all."

"It's just cause you feel funny having it in there in front of me. Don't
worry." As I spoke, I was taking pulling off my t-shirt. He was looking at
me. I moved closer to him slowly gave him a hug. "Tom, you're fucking
hot. I love being here with you like this." He was quiet and his breath
trembled. He took my hand and squeezed it, still holding his head
down. "Just do what I say cause I know that's what you want to do, right?"
He said nothing; he just held my hand tight. I pushed his underwear under
his feet and completely off with my feet while I held him. Slowly, I pulled
his tee shirt up and he raised his arms, shivering. It came off over his
head. I smelled his sweaty armpits then and they smelled great. When his
shirt was off, I nestled my head into one of them slowly, staying there and
breathing his odor in deeply and slowly. It was sharp and strong. I was
completely hard now, in my jeans.

"Tickles," he said, giggling a little bit, from above me. I licked his pit
slowly and he trembled. It tasted salty a little lemony. Tom's whole body
shook and now I felt his hardness against my leg. I looked down and his
dick was rising fast.

"Like that?" I said. He nodded slowly, looking down at his dick.

I stepped back. "Squat down now, Tom." As I spoke, I quickly unbuttoned my
jeans and pulled them down. I was not wearing any underwear and from one
moment to the next I was naked, standing over him, with my hard cock close
to his face. He smiled and swallowed again. I could hear that his mouth was
dry.

"Can I...can I let it out now?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah. Just push it out right here on the floor."

I stood over Tom and watched. He was in the squat position and his ass was
maybe 4 inches from the floor. He pushed with his stomach muscles and his
face reddened slightly. I stepped back a little and could see as the black
plug slowly extended from his asshole, all 4 inches or so. Finally it
landed on the floor.

I continued, speaking quietly now. "Good job, Tom." I moved closer to him
and stroked his head, my dick pulsing a couple of inches from his lips.

"Gotta shit now," he whispered.

"Let it go, baby - right there. Don't worry." I stroked his hair.

He smiled for a moment and then looked to the side as he started to shit. I
moved back slightly and peered down and saw a nice brown log appear from
his asshole, rather quickly. It landed on the floor. He looked up at me and
smiled. "Ahhhh...fuck," he said.

"Come here," I said. I gently opened his mouth with my fingers and put the
head of my cock onto his lips. "Suck me now, boy." Tom hesitated and then
opened his mouth and took my head in there, sucking.

"That's it, Tom. Look up at me while you're sucking my cock. Let's see you
shit some more. While you're sucking me."

He took my cock a little deeper into his mouth and I could see his stomach
tighten as he pushed some more shit out. Another smaller piece landed on
the floor; it looked softer. Gradually, the bathroom was overtaken with the
smell of Tom's shit.

I could have come like that but I wanted to play around some more and also
give Tom a break - it's hard to squat like that for long. I pulled my dick
out of his mouth and a trail of saliva ran from his lips to my dick. He
wiped his lips, smiling, looking up at me.

"Stand up, " I said, and took his two hands. He rose, dizzily. I balanced
him with my hands. He leaned on me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Wanna kiss you Tom," I said gruffly. I turned my head and pressed my mouth
against his. He opened his mouth and I put my tongue in there. Tom didn't
resist, instead he embraced me hard, so hard it hurt around my abdomen He
didn't know too much to do with his tongue, but it didn't matter one
iota. I was so close to him now; I was in heaven. We stayed like that for a
while and slowly let go of our embrace. Now we held hands.

"Smells like my shit in here," he said.

"Yup," I replied. I loved how he was so full of passion one moment and the
next would say something really blasˇ like that. Only a teenager can
pull that shit off.

"What you gonna do?" he said. It sounded like a dare.

"Sit down here," I kept his hands in mine and I sat us next to each other
on the floor near his shit. When we were seated, I took my index finger and
brushed it just a bit on the bigger piece of his shit. It was still
warm. Tom watched with his mouth open. The first digit of my index finger
was brown with Tom's shit. I looked at him and slowly put it in my mouth,
sucking. It tasted bitter was all. My dick pulsed - it was such a strong
head trip to know that I was having this part of Tom for myself like this,
and he was letting me; he was watching me.

"Tastes good, Tom. Tastes like you. Bet you've stuck your finger in your
hole before, right?"

He nodded, smiling. His hand went to his hard dick unconsciously. I took it
away from there gently, letting it rest in my hand. "And I'll bet you
smelled it - maybe even tasted it?"

He looked down and smiled, saying nothing.

"Now your turn," I said. I dipped the same finger in his shit again and
there was a nice brown streak on it. I brought it too his lips. He looked
at me blankly. He didn't open them, but as I opened them for him, he didn't
resist. He was going to let me do it for him. I slowly pushed my finger
into his mouth until I felt his tongue on it, and I knew he was tasting his
shit. "Suck on my finger a little, Tom. Taste your shit." He sucked very
lightly and quietly, all the while looking at me blankly. I looked down to
his dick. It was hard and pulsing. Tom liked this.

"Good boy." I slowly removed my finger from his mouth and sucked it myself
again. "Come squat over me, with your asshole right over my cock." He
lifted himself and drew his legs around me. His cock pulsed in front of me,
close to my mouth. As he moved down, his dirty hole brushed against my
cock.

"What you gonna do?" he asked quietly.

"What do you think, Tom?"

"I dunno. Maybe fuck my ass?"

"Mmmm."

"Tell me what you're gonna do." I remembered this was what he liked - he
liked his perv neighbor to tell him what got him off.

"I think I'm gonna play with your ass a little, and play with your shit,
dirty boy."

"What do you mean play with my shit? You're fucking gross." He leaned up on
his knees and thrust his shiny cock in my face. It stood there
glistening. "Suck it," he whispered, taunting me. I swallowed - for a
moment I was intimidated by this teen. It was so weird the way we kept
switching roles in a split second. I started to see this is what it was
about with him and I - a power struggle. I licked his cock head and it
jumped. I took it in my mouth and he gasped, breathing in and holding
it. Pre-cum leaked out of his head and I took it in. I didn't want to make
him come yet though. I stuck my finger in his hole and rubbed around the
edge of his anus, then took it out, and backed off his dick. My finger was
brown with his shit.

"Suck it," I said. I held my finger up to his face.

"Fuck you," he said, neutrally. He began to thrust his dick back in my
face.

"You want me to suck that dick of yours you suck my finger."

He looked at my hand and took it in his and started to lick my shitty
finger. My dick pulsed when I felt his wet tongue on my finger. I rewarded
him by licking his cock head just a little. "Keep sucking it," I said. He
complied.

With my left hand, I stuck my finger into Tom's shit next to us while he
sucked, looking at him. The shit was still warm. This time I scooped a
small chunk out. I rubbed it on my chest, and especially made sure to get
it on my nipples. My dick kept on aching. I could smell Tom and his cock
pulsed in front of me; he sucked my finger like a little whore. "Now let's
play some more. I want you to suck on my tits and lick up your shit from my
chest, Tom," I said slowly and clearly.

He looked at me and squinted his eyes thinking about it, and then said, "No
way. Your turn." He got up and without a pause, leaned into his shit,
getting his dickhead in the smaller piece. Oh boy...He smiled and looked at
me as he rubbed the tip in there. When his dickhead was covered in a nice
coating of brown, he came back and thrust his cock in my face. The smell of
his shit was strong now and I was in heat for him - I felt lust for Tom all
through my body; I needed to taste him. I took the tip of his cock in my
mouth and licked around, cleaning off his shit. He gaspsed. I looked
up. His eyes were closed and his face was all squeezed and contorted. I
sucked lightly. His pre-cum oozed onto my tongue. He pushed his dirty dick
further into my mouth. "Fag perv," he said. "Suck my shit off."

"Too bad you wised off pussy boy," I said, taking his cock out of my
mouth. "Now your turn. Clean up my chest with your tongue or you don't get
any more." I took my hands and placed them on his shoulders, and for the
first time physically pressured him just a little, pulling him downward. He
resisted at first, but then - an erotic highpoint for me - complied,
leaning downward.

"Allright. But then you. What should I do," he said sullenly.

"Suck my tits and clean your shit off my chest." He bent his head down and
began on my left tit, licking slowly. His eyes were closed. I knew it then
- he was into it, his shit. And he liked to suck; I could see that. He
licked my other tit and suckled it; it felt so fucking good to have him do
that. There were just us in the bathroom, sweating, with the smell of Tom's
shit, the sunlight streaming in, the heat, and the noise of Tom's slurping
on my tit.

I had to cum. "That's great man - unbelievable," I whispered. He looked up
and smiled. "Let's finish off. I know how to make you cum hard." I turned
Tom around so he kneeled in front of me, looking forward. My back was
against the tub. I slumped down a little. "Stay looking forward and get
over my dick with your ass. I wanna fuck you like that."

"How am I gonna cum? You said I was gonna cum in your mouth!"

"You'll cum super hard with my dick up in you - don't you remember how it
made your dick jump right up yesterday? You started leaking right away!
This'll be a stronger cum - I promise."

I spat on my fingers and rubbed them on his dirty asshole, took them out,
spat on them some more and rubbed it more. His body shook. I spat on my
hand and wetted my dickhead.

"Lean back on me," I said. I put one hand on his tummy and with the other,
led my dick to his entrance.

"Lean down on me and sit on my cock," I said.

"This is fucking hard," he said. There was sweat on his brow and he looked
ahead, concentrating, lining up his hole just right and holding up his
weight with his feet as best he could. "This is like some porn movie shit,"
he continued. I laughed at his comment. "Shut up! You've got the easy
part," he complained.

Then my dickhead pierced his anus and I was in. Tom stayed still for a
second and looked back. "Like that?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah. Now ride my cock." Tom moved down and fairly quickly I was in
him the whole way - the small butt plug had done its work. He moaned. "Oh
man. Fucking cool..."

"Yeah - I know. My dick's in your ass but you get to do the action," I
said. He began to buck back and forth, my cock poking around deep inside of
him, hitting him everywhere. His body was so contorted in that position; it
was so erotic. I watched as his dick slapped back and forth on his belly
like some fish that has jumped out of the water, flailing wildly. That put
me over the edge. I felt myself beginning to cum and knew I could make him
cum instantly. "Bet I can make you cum real easily, sexy Tom," I whispered
in his ear, and kissed his neck. I quickly spit on the palm of my hand and
put it on Tom's cock, then began rubbing the whole length. He moaned and
bucked faster. I grabbed his chest with my other hand as I came deep in his
ass, whispering in his ear. "Cumming in your ass Tom. Feels so good inside
you. As I whispered, I felt Tom's ass contract around my dick, spasming. He
whimpered in a high-pitched voice - it was a voice I never heard from him
before, from some off-limits place deep in his sexual core. Cum shot out
onto his belly and then onto his face, and then on my face as I watched his
dick with my hand on it. I was pumping lightly, letting the orgasm play
itself out.

Tom moaned again, his eyes still closed. "Ho - holy...shit...So
fucking....st...strong...," he whispered, trying to catch his breath.

I stroked his hair as his body slowly slackened, which took about two
minutes. "You cool?" I said in his ear, finally.

"Yeaaahhh..." he said, eyes half open. He straightened up and slowly lifted
himself up off me. My dick popped out of his ass. It was covered in a
brownish sheen.

"Why don't you go sit on the toilet and let my cum out and whatever else is
in there," I suggested. I slowly helped him up to his feet. He sat down on
the toilet and spread his legs, looking down at his chest. "Man, you're
beautiful," I said. He smiled, his jaw slack. I knew the feeling - he was
opiated, really, from the wonderful, slackening release of endorphins after
that strong orgasm. "Do you feel my cum in you?" I asked. I stood over him
now, ruffling his hair, my dick inches from his face. He nodded, staring at
my half hard dick, "Suck me Tom. Clean my dick with your mouth while you
finish up there." He didn't hesitate, and took my cock into his mouth,
licking and suckling like a hungry baby. "Push out with your ass while you
suck me; let out whatever is in there." I felt his mouth tighten slightly
on me as he pushed from his ass, a few moments later there was a small
splash in the toilet as a little more shit made its way out. "Good," I
said.

I backed off his mouth with my dick and he looked disappointed for a
moment. I stepped back slightly and began to push with my bladder. Tom sat
and stared at me, waiting. In a few moments, the piss came, in a thick
stream right away, landing on his chest and washing down between his
legs. He flinched at first, and then stayed still, looking at my cock. I
didn't want to pee in his face and didn't think he wanted me to, but he
liked this clearly. His opened his mouth absentmindedly. I stopped my
stream and said, "You want to taste a little?" He nodded, not looking at
me. "Don't be ashamed. It's hot, I know. I like yours too, remember?" He
nodded, and waited. "Put the head in your mouth." Tom leaned forward, and
placed it in his mouth, oval-shaped, waiting. I let my stream go, just a
bit, and stopped. He took it in his mouth and waited there.

"Swallow. Don't be afraid." He swallowed quickly and then breathed rapidly,
regaining his breath. This was enough. "Man - that's so fucking cool you
did that Tom. Now we're super close- we've traded everything together. I
raised him up from the toilet and said, "Look at me." He slowly brought his
eyes up to mine. I took his head gently and slowly in my hands and began to
kiss him on his lips, slowly. This time, he got the idea much more. He
opened his mouth and let my tongue enter in there, and I stayed in there
for a few seconds. To my surprise, when I started to move my head backward
to give him a break, he pulled me back again, and said - more or less into
my mouth - "More kisses. Wanna learn."

In this way, kissing him, I lifted Tom up and took him to my bedroom,
holding him under his ass. We kissed naked in bed together for several
minutes and finally stopped. I fell into a light sleep with him in my arms,
feeling his heartbeat gradually slow down.