Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 14:40:13 +0200
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Yardwork With Tom-4

Tom continued to sob and pinch my sides, and then did something that
shifted the ground under me again. He began to kiss and lick my neck again
between sobs. "Hey, Tom..." I started lamely. He shook his head again
quickly, still hiding his face, and licked my neck again, but now started
to bite it. I jumped -it hurt. My dick was more or less hard again now, and
his was too, unbelievably. What the hell was going on? He pinched me
harder, and bit me again, and his sobs were more like short, quick breaths
now. When he bit me, I grabbed his ass hard and squeezed it. His body
contracted and he raised himself suddenly, looking at me. His eyes were red
and wet, and his nose was snotty. His mouth was open and his spit was more
viscous; there were threads of it between his tongue and teeth.

"What happened, Tom? Are you okay?"

He looked at me and strangely smiled, breathing rapidly. I was completely,
utterly lost. I tried to put my hand on his back and he pushed it
away. Fuck.

Still...he was hard. Before I could appraise anything more, he raised
himself upright on his knees, and then climbed over me, straddling my
chest. His dick was above my mouth now, pulsing. I felt his slimy balls as
they rested on my mouth, and felt his black pubic bush on my cheeks. I
smelled his come and skin. Finally he spoke. "I know what you want," he
said huskily.

I looked at him with wonder. "What do you think?" I asked.

"You just told me, and I'm gonna give it to you. I think you want me to use
you, like a little girl." He sniffled again. I couldn't believe what he was
saying. My earlier instruction was off the mark - it seemed - I was just
trying to put him at ease and draw some equivalency between sex with men
and sex with a woman, but he was taking it into some role playing stuff
that wasn't really my thing! But - I was going to let him do what he
wanted, in any case, for fuck's sake, because this was so powerfully sexual
and intimate.

"Go for it, then, Tom," I intoned. "Use me how you want. I'd like that."

He snickered. He started playing with his dick and looking at me. I
realized after half a minute that he had the desire to order me but didn't
know what to tell me to do. I decided to give him some
encouragement. "Would you like me to play with your tits maybe?"

He grunted, "Yeah." I reached up and felt them gently, and then squeezed
the nipples gently. They quickly hardened and grew larger. His mouth opened
more and he smiled, looking down at me. He was feeling the great feeling of
being on top for the first time, and he was loving it - being in
control. Next, he pushed his dick down onto my lips and bounced it against
them. "Stick out your tongue, girlie," he said, and giggled. I obeyed, and
tasted his hot, salty head. He rubbed the length of his cock across my
tongue, and watched, fascinated, sometimes looking at my eyes, watching for
my response. I looked at him blankly. Precum oozed out onto my tongue; he
rubbed it around there with his dickhead, licking his lips.

I had another idea. "Would you like me to play with your ass, Tom?"

He stopped for a moment, and then said, "Yeah but don't stick your finger
in there perv."

I put my finger in my mouth and wet it, and then reached under him gently,
easily finding his sweaty hole. I rubbed back and forth and he moaned. He
slapped his dick on my lips with more force. "Keep your mouth open," he
whispered. I followed orders, and brought my finger back to my lips to get
it more wet, then returned it to under his hole. He lifted his ass to allow
my hand under there again.

He grabbed his dick between his forefingers and thumb suddenly and started
jerking in earnest as I played with his button below. I wondered why the
change in style - earlier he had jerked with his whole hand and now he was
doing the little kid dicky-wicky thing. Not that I minded - it gave me a
better view of his dick. I marvelled, with jealousy, at his loose foreskin
that moved back and forth with his hand motion. Suddenly I realized that he
was using only his finger to jerk because he wanted to have more control to
aim his dick in my mouth, to bend it down there, as he came. His orgasm
approached and he leaned his whole body in, smiling and looking right at me
- a victor who was about to make me his bitch. What a stud. But I had other
plans. I watched as his orgasm peaked, and as it did...I slid my index
finger into his ass. It went in easily and I turned my digit a little,
clamping onto him. It was a hot, tight, sweaty, sexy asshole Tom had and I
had him there, on my finger, as he shot his load into my mouth, onto my
teeth, and then onto my cheeks and hair.

"You fuck!" he said, and kept on coming. He was pissed. But he started to
instinctively ride my finger to the rhythm of his contracting
dick. "Fucking asshole!" he said, really angry. A new tone: an unfriendly
tone. Then without warning, Tom slapped me hard on the cheek, and then with
his other hand on the other. Tears sprang in my eyes and I winced. He
raised himself off my finger and kicked me in the ass and on my
leg. "Faggot!"

He ran outside and down to the trees and I followed him, running. I reached
him and put my arms around him and he pushed me away. "Sit on the ground,"
he said, breathing heavily, now with anger. I did so. "Now I'll get you
back, bitch." Where did he get this language - from his older brother
Steve? It was really aggressive and kind of white-trashy - didn't come from
his parents. It was new to me, and on Tom, it fit...nice. This was, I
realized, a game for him - a brutal game like two brothers might play, but
a game nonetheless.

I sat on my ass with my legs spread, and Tom kneeled directly in front of
me. He looked at me and smiled, and, biting his lip, took hold of his cock
that was still big. He pointed it at me and started to pee. "Fucker - I'll
get you like this," he hissed. Fucking hot, this was. "Lay down."

I lay down. "Open your mouth." I opened it, and Tom started to pee his
stream again, this time into my mouth. I swallowed some and choked a bit -
wrong pipe - and he stopped for a second. "You all right?" he asked,
worried, holding his dickhead.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Finish off, Tom. I deserve punishment. Shouldn't have
fingered you like that."

He continued peeing on me, but now moved back to the rest of my body, and
now his peeing was tender - like a gardener watering his plants, slowly
taking care. He sprayed some between my legs, on my balls and on my dick,
and finally some on my chest. I started to jerk my cock. He had changed
now, and the brutal vibe was gone. Now he was sweet and lay down, resting
his head on my chest. My come came fast and I shot onto his face as he lay
there. He flinched but stayed put; I couldn't see his expression. A few
more globs of my come landed on my stomach and I was done.

Tom took my cock in his hand and jerked it slowly, and started to lick my
chest and belly. He had really learned what made me happy - his licks just
drove me wild because they were so pure - no slick shit with his tongue
that he had learned watching porn. He lapped up his own piss, hesitantly at
first, and then my come, slowly. I stroked his hair. "Thanks, Tom.," I
whispered. "And I'm sorry I put my finger in your ass like that."

"It's okay," he said from below. Finally he turned around. I took his head
in my hands and finally asked, "Can I kiss you?"

He looked down and blushed a little, then said, "Yeah, we can try." I let
our lips only meet first, and put my tongue just a little in his mouth,
tasting my own come. I stopped. He didn't seem to mind it, but - just like
me at 15 - kissing a man was nothing that great for him, I guessed.

We took another long swim, not talking, and soon it was time to call it a
day. "See you tomorrow?" I asked, after we were dressed.

"Yup," he said, and raised his hand and waved, trudging up the hill back to
his house.