Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:02:37 +0200 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: Yardwork With Tom-7 Thanks for all the great feedback, guys. Really enjoying it. - Dave Steve left in a hurry - he made some excuse about having to get back to the kids, which may or may not have been true. The next day I worked by myself until the early afternoon, and then took a short nap. Around 4:30 in the evening, Tom's mother called. I gulped when I heard her voice. Had Tom told her as well what went on between us? Oh Jesus... "I didn't want to bother you with this," she began. "But Tom's been pestering me all day to come over your place for a swim." What a relief. "Oh don't worry - I'm just doing some odds and ends around here. He's a strong swimmer, right?" "Yeah, he'll be fine. As long as you don't mind." "No problem," I said, playing it cool. Tom was over in 10 minutes or so. He came by, to my delight, in some short cut off shorts. I could really drink up his gangly long legs and noticed the silky black hair on his calves. He smiled just a little with his mouth closed - back to shy. I loved this dynamic - now familiar - of Tom getting shy at the beginning of a visit each time. It made our meetings even more exciting for me. "Hey Tom. Feel like a swim I hear. Glad you came by." I went up to him and put my arm around his shoulder and nuzzled him a little. His body was tight but he smiled. I ruffled his shiny black hair. "How was it at your grandfather's place?" "It was pretty cool." He looked at me now, biting his lip. "What'd you guys do?" "My grandma made us sandwiches and we went fishing in the Hudson." "You catch anything?" "Just small stuff. Threw it back." "I worked with Steve yesterday, you know." I tried to gauge his reaction. There was none. I wondered - did he expect Steve to confront me, and did he think everything was just going to be okay? It could be that he just figured that Steve and I would work things out when he told Steve that we had been sexual together. Well, we did, in a way. "Steve's really cool. You're lucky to have him as a big bro." He smiled and nodded. "I always wished I had had a big brother," I continued. Then we were silent for a while. I was organizing some paint cans in the shed and he was staring around at nothing in particular. One thing I noticed - I noticed everything with Tom - was that he was standing with his hip cocked to one side. This was very unlike him. It looked, in a word, gay - for him at least, who was usually my quite macho 15 year-old Tom. He was looking around, and put his hand on his hip. Holy shit, I realized - Tom was trying, in his inexperienced way, to get things going. That's why he wanted to go over for a swim. I decided to let it build a little, and just took him in, smiling. He didn't look at me, but knew I was looking at him. I looked at his waist, I looked at his face; I smiled more. "Well, I'm glad you're not still mad at me from the other day," I said, meaning when I slid my finger in his hole. I didn't say it outright, but he knew just what I meant. "I got you back," he said quietly, not looking up. He sure had - I could still feel the sting in my cheeks when he slapped me like that - like his little bitch. Thinking about that now, I felt my dick retract - that always happened to me whenever I was nervous about something. But it was also erotic to think about - to think about how Tom and I had this strange little world together, with its own laws - like him being allowed to bitch-slap me, and me being allowed to use his young body for my pleasure. Tom's world was less filled with other more normal alternatives, I realized, because he was younger. For me, it was sweet and transgressive at the same time to be with him. What was it like for him, I wondered? What was he making of all this - sex with his neighbor, a married guy and a father? He shifted around a little, and then did something that was dangerously cute. He leaned with his elbow against the wall and leaned his hip out the other way, and stayed there, looking at me. It was obvious now that Tom wanted to initiate some more sex with me, but what kind? Before, I had made the moves, and here he was, playing a new role: Seducing me actively, and showing me another side of himself, a more queer side. I had the feeling he was just discovering it himself. He looked so cute in those cut-offs - I just had to tell him. "You look great, Tom. You're really sexy in those shorts, if you don't mind me saying." He didn't smile, but his eyes widened a little. "How?" he asked. "How what?" "How...am I - sexy?" Oh, this game, again. Whether Tom realized it or not, he had a way of seducing me and making me feel in control all at once. He acted passive, but was always drawing me out, making me admit how much he affected me - how much power he had over me. I think he knew just what he was doing, by asking me to say things literally. It was a perfect arrangement, in any case - it allowed both of us to act in a way that we never had before. I had a feeling of being in a very far away, exotic place, but at the same time, feeling safe. Did he feel that too? "You're sexy in a lot of ways, Tom," I went on. "I really like your black hair, and I like how it's on your legs and your ass." He looked down involuntarily at his legs, mutely, and swallowed. He had probably never thought about the hair on his legs in erotic terms. "I like your blue eyes - I like how you squint sometimes when you say stuff." I smiled, and he smiled - he knew what I meant. "I don't know why I do that. My mom says it's a tick." "Could be. It's cool - special to you." I paused. "And just now I was really digging your butt in those shorts. You know, I didn't mean to force it on you the other day, but...there's a lot of good feelings that a guy can get there. When we were roughing around there, did you feel anything when I had my finger inside you for a minute - besides being pissed off at me?" "Well...," his voiced cracked. "I kind of felt it in my dick." "Yeah, exactly." I was going to tell him a little more about that, but he continued. "But I always felt weird about some guy sticking his dick in there." He said it fast, like a prepared statement. Tom revealed, cutely, more than he probably meant to - mainly, that he had been giving some thought about having a dick in his ass and what that would be like. I was thinking that he could have asked his brother Steve after he fucked him what it was like, but wasn't going to bring that up. Tom was still a mystery to me - he had fucked his older brother, but was a little on the fence about having something in his own ass. An instinctive top? Probably straight and just wanting to get his dick into any orifice? I didn't buy it. You can't know it until you try. And it looked to me like he was curious, putting his ass on display for me like this. The last thing to do with someone young is try to figure out their sexual preferences - they haven't figured them out themselves yet. "Well, I can tell you from experience, it feels great," I said firmly, about getting fucked. He snickered. "Whoa! You let a guy fuck your ass?" "Yeah, sure." "How'd you do it? When was the first time?" "I was 13. It was my buddy, Brian." He stopped smiling; he really wanted me to tell him the story, but I loved having him ask me questions first - it told me everything he was thinking. "Why did you let him?" "What do you mean?" "Why did you let him do it to you? Weren't you scared it would hurt?" "I was a little. But he had a small dick - he was a late bloomer. And we used vasoline - and he went slow at first. After a while it felt great. Besides that, we were playing this game..." I trailed away...it was all coming back to me. "What game?" "Brain and I used to play this game called 'I Want You To...' It was something he read in a book about sex that he snuck from his mom." Tom snickered again. "How did it work?" "The game was real simple, and we played it when we did sex stuff together, which was pretty much this one summer. One person would be in charge, and would make sentences that began with, 'I Want You To...'" Tom said, "Like what?" "Like...'I want you to play with your dick in front of me'. Or, 'I want you to play with my dick'. Or just anything you want." Tom thought about that for a while. Then I said, "Anyhow, that's how I got his dick in my ass, because he wanted me to let him. And the cool thing about the game was, once you were playing it, you didn't have to worry about what you thought - whether it was weird or pervy - you just did it because it was part of the game." I knew that he understand exactly what I meant. The room was silent. I spoke again. "It could be a cool game for us to play if you feel like it now, Tom." He swallowed. He said, "Who would go first?" I wasn't sure whom he meant playing what role, but I knew what I wanted for him, and I knew that he was down for the game, no matter what role he would play - I could just see it in his eyes. He had that blank, eager look, like an animal. I had seen it a few days earlier, the first time he let me play with his cock. Readiness. "Well I figure since I know the game a little more I can tell you what I want first. What do you think?" I was trying to keep it casual, but this was getting hot. I also could see he was nervous - nervous and excited. "It's just a game, anyways - and you can stop any time you want. I got up and pretended to do something. Strangely, I wasn't hard, but extremely excited. I wasn't hard, I realized, because I was empathetically nervous for Tom. This was the second time this was happening with us - the first was when both of our cocks shrunk when he was pee shy in front of me. I was, for some reason, so locked into what Tom was feeling that I went there with him physiologically on some level - weird and cool. "O...Okay." He swallowed again. I decided to not make any pretense that this was casual and try again to put Tom at ease: that would have been phony. This was serious, for both of us. I was a 35-year-old man with strong feelings for this 15-year-old boy: that was serious enough for me - no use denying that. And for Tom, he had just dressed up sexy to come over and seduce an older man - an older man who had already seduced him. He was stepping into a new role, and he didn't even know what it was yet. "Ready?" "Yeah." "Okay. I'll start. If it sounds weird, you've got to do it - that's the rules of the game. So..." I pretended to think about what to ask, then began. "I want you to turn around with your back towards me and put your hands on the wall." He scrunched up his face, and slowly did what I asked. "Now," I continued. "I want you to move your feet further away from the wall. He complied, and as he did, his ass jutted out, just like I wanted. "And shake your ass for me and stick it out." He looked around at me and gave me a look - as if to say, "You're such a fucking perv," - and then shook it fast, almost brutally. "Slower. I want you to move your ass slower now." He did it, and something clicked - he was moving it back and forth, and in little circles. He was getting into it. "Okay. That's great. That's really sexy, Tom. I like to see your ass like that, you moving it for me. Do you like doing that?" "Dunno." "Now. I want you to unbutton your shorts and pull them down slowly for me." I heard him gulp. "On second thought, stay like you are. I'm gonna do it." I came over and stood behind him. "But first your shirt. Stand straight and raise your arms." He shivered slightly. I pulled his white tee shirt up and over, and as my fingers brushed his sides, he jerked. "Tickles." "Sorry," I whispered. The shirt was off. I couldn't bear it any longer - he was so tender and beautiful. I had to step out of the role for a minute. I leaned forward and put my hands slowly on his belly, feeling the small layer of baby fat and the brush of hair that started his formidable glory trail. He stood completely still. My hands came up to his chest and nipples and he trembled, breathing in quickly. I kissed the back of his neck and loosed the buttons of his cutoffs with a little effort - they were tight around his waist. One, two...three. I pulled them slowly down, with his briefs, at the same time. Now Tom was shirtless, with his pants dropped around his legs, sneakers on. "I want you to turn around," I said. He turned. He was half hard. I knew he just needed me to talk a little. "Wow, Tom. What a great dick and balls you've got there - and all that sexy black hair. You're driving me crazy." Indeed he was. I was quickly hard and reached in my jeans to let my cock stand up in there. The words encouraged him and his dick started to rise, pulsing. He looked at me and put his hands on his hips. "Sway your hips like you were before." He looked at me, smiled, and shimmied a little. His dick was fully hard, and moved back and forth a little bit as he swayed. It stood practically straight up, jutting around lewdly, with all that foreskin. "That's fucking hot, Tom. You're really getting my dick hard." He looked at my groin and looked up at my eyes. "You want to see? He nodded. "Come over here." He shuffled over. "I want you to open my pants and get them down so you can see how my cock is hard for you." His breath quickened again. I noticed more and more how Tom really liked when I spelled things out for him very clearly. He started to unbutton my button and his hands were shaking. I took them firmly in mine and squeezed them. They were clammy and a little cold. I wanted to kiss him so bad but resisted. "You all right, baby?" I whispered. Oops! "Yeah...Whatta you mean 'baby'? I'm not a baby." "Sorry." I caressed his fingers, and, to my delight, he squeezed my hand back, still looking down. "Did you call Brian baby when you guys did stuff?" he asked. "Nope. I would have thought it was faggy. Sorry I said it to you." "But...then when? When do you say 'baby' to someone?" "I say it when I feel really close to someone - and it's only happened a few times for me, Tom - with my wife, maybe a few others, and you. It means I don't just want sex with you - I guess it means I care about you." He squeezed my hand again - as if to reassure himself of something - and then let go. "Okay. You - you can go on with the game." My cock had gone down to half hard and stood horizontal, waiting. "Come and sit on the cushions.," I said. They were still on the floor from the other day. "I want you to lay down on your back." He did so, looking at me all the while. I undid his sneakers, pulled them off, and pulled his shorts and underwear off. I admired his body. Tom scratched his belly and asked, squinting, "Why do I not take off my socks?" "I think you look sexy like that," I said easily. No-brainer. "Why?" he asked. "Dunno." I smiled and shrugged. "There's a lot of things about you that are sexy that wouldn't go on someone else. I wouldn't want to look at most people in the buff except for in their socks. But you, Tom - look. You make my dick hard." He looked and smirked. My dick pulsed. "Okay. I want you to lift up your legs with your arms and hold them back." He hesitated, and then did what he was told. "Pull them back a little further if you can." He raised them back and his ass lifted slightly off the cushions. I could see his hole perfectly, with the silky clumps of black hair around it. I noticed, with delight, that Tom was not perfectly clean. He looked at me nervously. "What are you gonna do?" "I wanna play with your hole and let you feel that, Tom." "But..." he looked away and swallowed. His dick was going down. He still held his position. "I'm...I'm not clean in my ass. There's probably shit down there." "I know. But don't you remember a few days ago I told you not to shower? I like you like that, Tom. Bet you didn't shower today, right?" "Yeah, I didn't." "Perfect for me." He looked back quickly, with a little recrimination. "Why?!" I didn't have an answer for him really. "Don't know Tom - it's just you - I really like you a lot and that means I like everything about you - all your smells in your body too." He looked away again, and finally sighed, and turned back, looking straight ahead. "Okay." "I want you to put some of your spit on my fingers here." He turned his head and gave me a small gob of spit on my index and middle fingers. I took it and before he could think, dabbed it around his hole. He endured it. "A little more." We repeated this a few times, and soon Tom's brown hole was covered with enough spit for my finger to slide in. "Now. I want you to push out like you have to shit. Trust me." I remembered vaguely that he had somehow gotten his dick into his brother's ass, so he had to know vaguely a little bit about the mechanics of an asshole. I saw him clench his jaw and knew he was pushing; I saw nothing change in his hole - it was tight! I slid my middle finger back and forth in his spit and pushed slightly, puncturing his rim. He gasped and reached involuntarily with his right hand, putting it on my knee, as if to stop me. I froze. "Are you in me?" he whispered? "Hell yeah. Feels fucking great. Nice and warm in there." He giggled. "Cool." "I'm gonna go a little further." I pushed slowly deeper with my finger and he didn't seem to mind. I pushed a little further; he tightened. "Don't do that," I said. "Even though it seems weird, try to push out instead of pull in. That way I can get more in there." He did as he was told and I was able to get my whole finger in there. Tom's penis was completely soft and shrunken up, which I found deeply erotic. I moved my finger back and forth. He smiled. "This is a little bit what it felt like when Brian fucked me with his small dick," I said. I looked at Tom and he grinned again. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to do so much. But I knew I had to take it slow - I wanted every step to feel safe and good for him. But how to take the next step?