Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2009 01:21:11 +0200
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Yardwork with Tom - 2

Thanks so much for the positive feedback on the first one - really hot to
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you feel like it - thanks guys.

The next day, Tom was back at the same time. It was another hot, muggy
day. "Hey Tom," I said casually. "Didn't get any poison ivy yesterday, did
you?"

"I don't think so," he said, looking at me, squinting in the sun. He was
trying to not be shy, I quickly guessed, which was good - it meant he
probably wasn't weirded out by yesterday. Just him showing up was good.

"Let's move some wood today. I've got this whole pile down there." I
pointed towards the large clearing that formed our front yard. "I wanna get
it closer to the house, make a neat pile, and cover it so we can use it to
burn. You game?"

"Sure."

"It's hard work, but we can take a few more breaks than we did yesterday."
We got started. It was a workout - lifting the wood, walking it up the hill
(we took turns with the one wheelbarrow I had), setting it down near the
house, going back down the hill. We both wore long sleeve shirts, gloves,
jeans and boots - good to not get scratched, exposed to poison ivy or
splintered, but hot as hell. I had a couple bottles I had filled with water
and we were both drinking it liberally.

"How long are you alone here?" he asked. It was - not lost on me - the
first time he initiated conversation.

"Just a week. You just with your parents in the house?"

"Just them and my sister Tracy - everyone else is away at camp or doing
some work-study thing for college." Tom was 4 years younger than Tracy, and
all the other kids were out of the house.

"What do you do up there?" I asked, as the two of us walked back to the
clearing to get more wood. They lived right above us; you could walk on a
rough path between our houses.

"Build stuff."

"You mean those model airplanes?" I remembered I had seen a couple on
display in their kitchen one Christmas when we were there.

"Nahhh...that was already three years ago. That's kid stuff.

"Looked pretty cool to me - especially that Spitfire."

There was a silence; he liked the compliment and there was a quick hint of
a grin. I loved the unaffected way he talked - I said something, he took it
in and let it sit, and thought about it. His reply was never more than it
had to be, or not at all. (So different than a woman, especially after they
pass 30 or so! Then they've got something to say about everything even if
it doesn't concern them at all.) Although he was 15, there was something
really manly about Tom already, to use a funny old-fashioned word, and it
was probably already there when he was even younger. He spoke again,
loading some wood onto the wheelbarrow. "I'm building a go-cart for Steve."

Steve was a cousin of Tom's roughly the same age as him with Down's
syndrome. "Right on - that's really cool of you," I said. He smiled
briefly, like he was remembering something about building the go-cart. If I
wasn't careful, I was going to sentimentalize this young guy into some sexy
Christlike figure - gracefully laconic, and altruistic to boot!

Some more time passed with no conversation. On the way back down the small
hill after dropping off another load of wood, Tom spoke. "I've got to
piss," he said blankly.

"Good time to take a break actually. Lemme show you where I water my lawn."
I said. As I mentioned earlier, there's a nice line of pine trees that
section off a stretch of yard from the small road where we live, that's
shared by only two other neighbors. "The cool thing about these trees over
here," I said to Tom as we walked toward them now, "is that you're close to
the driveway but no one can see you." We approached the trees. I was half
hard by now and unbuckled my jeans in front of Tom, not turning away. Being
half hard is a plus when you have to leak anywhere where there's other guys
checking out your dick, because as long as you can keep it from really
rising, it looks like you have a big fat dick. I started to spray my piss
onto the pine needles and trees.

Tom looked for a moment at my dick, hesitated, and turned away, fumbling
with his pants. It was like nothing had happened yesterday between us; he
was all chaste. I had expected this. I remember that confusion as a teen,
when I had some contact with an older guy - there was a lot of stop-start
on my part, a lot of butterflies, and the way that guy got me over my fear
was gently and calmly, letting me know how sexy I was.

I finished my piss mostly and zipped up but didn't buckle my belt again. I
walked over to Tom slowly and put my hand on his shoulder. He jumped and
didn't look up, concentrating on his dick. "Pee shy?" I said. "Still
happens to me all the time."

His face was red, I saw."What do you mean?" he asked, his voice
trembling. "With who?"

"Usually in the urinal with guys I don't know - like the train station or
something - and there's a big rush. Then I can't get it going, and it's a
real drag because I really have to bad - that's not a good feeling."

He stood there not saying anything, just pulling on his dick and looking
down. I looked inconspicuously over his shoulder and noticed, not
surprised, that his dick was shrunk to nothing - it had lost all its length
in his fear and embarrassment. I knew the feeling well. "Other thing that
happens, and I don't know why," I continued, "is my dick shrinks big time."

He looked up and his eyes were watering. "That's what's happening now for
me," he said, and looked down. "It happens a lot," he added, and sounded
pissed - actually the first expression of any anger I had seen from him
yet.

"Yeah..." I said, and paused before moving closer and talking in his
ear. "But we know each other. And I know you're the stud who shot your load
for me two times yesterday in the shed." He didn't say anything, but
smirked, fixing his eyes on a pine tree in front of him, as if they shared
a private joke together. I continued. "I'll tell you what. I've got some
tricks a buddy showed me. Can I try?"

He said nothing, but instead, moved his legs further apart and took both
hands away from his crotch and held them by his sides. This was the second
time in two days where I was so taken in by Tom's trust in me. There was
something - I don't know how else to say it - sacred about it. I didn't
want to fuck it up.



"First off, let's be the same way so you don't feel like you're the only
one showing your stuff." Without any more explanation I unbuttoned my jeans
and pulled them down, standing to his side. My dick was soft, and - as if
in solidarity with Tom's - a little smaller than usual. I pulled down my
pants to almost my knees. Tom watched me with that same gaze he had
yesterday - mouth open, eyes far away but also intense. Looking back, you
could say that it was strange I wasn't hard. The whole thing was so sexual
to me, but - don't know how to explain this - it was sexual in a way that
didn't involve getting a hard-on as of yet. It was intimate for sure - I
think we both felt really free there with our shrunken dicks exposed,
looking at each other. "Here, pull down your pants a little more so we're
both even." I gently pulled down his Levis so they were at the level of
mine, and there we stood, with both of our soft cocks and legs partially
exposed. A breeze came by and in the shade cooled us a bit; I realized how
sweaty we were again.

I poured some water from the bottle into my hand and before it fell out,
dropped it onto his shrunken dick; some drops went into his pubes. Then I
took his cock with my index finger and thumb and peeled back the
foreskin. I shook his dick a few times; nothing. He was really nervous and
it was feeding on itself - that pee was blocked big time. I felt bad for
him. I thought about going away and letting him be alone to get the pee
going - that always eventually works - but that would have been a real
asshole move: I had partially stripped him and wasn't going to bail on him
with his dick out like that.

He was trembling. "This is so dumb. You must think I'm a real fag."

"I only like that word when it's used in a happy or funny way, not as a way
of being down on yourself or anyone else. You got that?" I asked, and
gently put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it and rubbing it, looking
for his eyes. He looked quickly at me and nodded, and took a deep,
trembling breath.

"I've got another idea. Take your shirt off too - I will too." Before he
could respond, I unbuttoned my flannel shirt and pulled it off, throwing it
on the ground. He finally did the same. Now we were both naked from the
legs up, standing there with our pants down, close to my driveway. Before
it could get any hotter, I kept it moving, because I wanted him to pee,
damn it, before he and/or I started boning up.

"Hell, let's get naked - it's fun to be that way." I kicked off my shoes
and peeled off my sweaty jeans. Now Tom didn't hesitate and followed my
lead.

"Keep your socks on though," I said. "There're some sharp nettles here that
can prick your feet; they won't get through our tube socks."

There we stood naked except in our dirty socks, Tom and I. His dick hadn't
grown an inch; neither had mine. "Here - you try me - try to get some water
on me and see if you can get me going. Maybe that'll help you start."

If he thought that was a weird idea, he didn't let on, and took the
bottle. "Where should I pour it?" he asked?

"Right on my dick."

He poured some water on there - more than I had - and it dripped all over
my dick and balls. I felt the piss coming up and stood next to him. I told
him, "Now take my dick in your hand and help me pee, Tom."

He swallowed, reached over, and did what he was told. I started a stream of
piss for a few seconds and my dick grew a bit. Then I held it back and
stopped pissing. He stared and licked his lips. I looked at his cock, which
instantly started to grow outwards, finally. "That's the way to do it -
cool, huh? Now your turn." I poured water more liberally over his pink
tits, and some on his belly button. It ran down his cock and legs. I
reached down and pulled on his balls, and then took his cock in my hand,
shaking it. He finally began producing some pee, a slow trickle at first,
and then a steadily thicker stream. I aimed his cock outwards and stood
next to him. His expression was completely lax and relieved.

I pinched his head suddenly to stop the flow. He looked at me, puzzled. I
came in front of him so we stood face to face, still pinching his dick
head, and then released my grip on the head. His piss shot out onto my
stomach and I continued to hold his dick towards me. "What?" he
muttered. "Don't you not want..."

"I dig it Tom - it comes from you." What else could I say? It was true. He
smiled and continued to pee on me. "Aim it wherever you want - it feels
good when you do it on my dick too." He took my advice and started peeing
into my crotch, which got me going. My stream shot out, not as strong as
his, so I leaned forward and my piss went back onto his dick and his
belly. He didn't back away or anything - in fact, he moved closer.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Feels good - nice and warm, like a bath."

"Yeah, yours too." I kneeled down and he stayed standing, smiling now. His
cock was now more than half hard and he stopped peeing. "Whatever you've
got left, let it go on my chest and face - don't worry about it. He smiled,
screwed up his face a little bit and I could tell he was pushing. I got a
spray right on my chest and nipples and it dripped down into my crotch - it
felt fucking great. I was totally hard now and Tom was done peeing; he was
on his way. I stood back up. "Problem solved?"

"Yeah!" he said, smiling. He looked down at my cock.

"You ready to play with my dick - is that something you want to do?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said, still looking at it.

"Go for it."

He took my hardness in his hand and started a jerking motion. I could tell
Tom was a big jerker right away because he knew just what to do. He was
even zoning in on the spot near the head with his finger, sliding his index
finger back and forth there. He looked up at me suddenly. "Is that good,
like that?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, Tom. That feels fantastic. You really know how to make another
guy feel great."

He kept at it for a while. Then he said, smiling, "My pee is all over you -
I can feel it on your dick too - it makes it slippery."

"Yup," I replied. I was running out of witty answers and felt my orgasm
building up in my balls. "You're gonna make me come, Tom - you ready? This
feels so good, what you're doing."

He nodded and hunkered down into his task, staring intently at his hand and
my dick. I felt the come rise slowly - it was a wonderfully slow approach,
and Tom was a real natural and never broke his rhythm. My shots hit him in
the belly, hit his hard dick, and started to drip down his balls. He slowed
down his jerking rhythm - what a thoughtful dude - as my orgasm
subsided. "Wow, Tom - that was really, really great. Thank you." I held his
head in my hands, gently, really wanting to kiss him, but not yet. I
ruffled his hair instead, nuzzling up to him, smelling his neck again. He
nuzzled back, and I felt his hot dick, with my come on it, poking me.

"Your turn, Tom." I held his head again in my hands. "Now," I paused for a
moment, and then said, "Are you ready for me to suck that great dick of
yours?"

He looked serious, swallowed again, and nodded slowly. I got down to my
knees and took his hard cock in my hand as he stood there. It was pointing
straight up, and again I was struck by its dark purple tint. I peeled back
his foreskin, savoring the smell - my piss, his piss, that chlorine smell
of my come that had just landed on him, and finally the smell of his
skin. I licked the head and clear precum oozed out immediately. I lapped it
up. We had both gone from our funny little small dick game to complete
erotic overload; and I was trying not to act like a wild goat because this
was so intense. I had never been this heated by sex. It was everything - it
was his trust in me, and the intimacy that arose from that trust, and then
the way that mixed with the really lewd stuff we were both getting into
like our piss.

I put the head of his salty dick in my mouth and rolled my tongue around
it. He said, "Ohh!" very quickly and tried to pull back but I grabbed his
skinny ass and brought him back. I knew what was coming. I swallowed the
first two shots of Tom's thick semen with his dick in my mouth, and then
took it out, resting it on my lower lip, as he continued to come in my open
mouth, copiously - 3 or for more big shots. I really swallowed a lot of
come, and felt it in my stomach - like a little meal. Tom was a young stud
and fed me well. I looked up at him with his come on my lips and he looked
down at me with his mouth open and slack, smiling and panting.

The whole thing was incredibly intense - I couldn't even figure out the
trajectory of the morning and how we had gotten there - I just knew that
things kept on getting better. What could we do next, Tom and I?