Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2018 20:14:48 +0000
From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 2-Lawn-Boy-Tales

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Lawn Boy Tales
Chapter 2


Ok, let's talk about Mr. Jones.Like I said before, Mr. Jones is older than
Mr. Smith. He's probably 50-ish. He is very handsome and distinguished
looking. He keeps his head shaved, so I can't tell how much gray hair there
might be. He lives alone and I have no idea if he's ever been married or
what. I heard somebody say he was divorced, but I don't know if that's
true. He's got a really nice house with a big yard. He has manicured flower
beds and he works hard to keep his curb-appeal high.


During the hot summer months, Mr. Jones works out in the yard a lot,
particularly when I'm there. He always watches me work. He works without a
shirt most of the time, so I've gotten a look at part of his body. He is
very fit and lean. He's not muscly, but he looks firm and put together. He
doesn't appear to be terribly hairy, although, he trims his chest hair so
it's kind of hard to tell. His body hair is salt and pepper and it runs
across his pecs and he has a streak down the center of his chest, covering
his abs and trailing into his pants. It would be interesting to see what's
inside those pants. He's about 5'-10", and he's got a really cute butt.


I started cutting Mr. Jones lawn way back when I first started my business
at 16 years old. Back then, I was skinny and kinda scrawny; I hadn't worked
long enough to build up the body I have now. My chest was smooth too, my
chest hair didn't start to be noticeable until I was 19 or 20. I still
spent a lot of time without a shirt on in the summer, I just didn't have as
much to show off.


One afternoon that first year - in late August, Mr. Jones was working in
one of his flower beds while I mowed. He was getting up off the ground when
he tripped over the stones lining the bed and he fell. I shut my mower off
and ran to help him.


Me: "Mr. Jone, are you OK? Can I help?"


Mr. Jones: "Oh, Carter, thanks. Yes, you can help me stand up and see if
anything is hurt badly."


I helped up and he bent and stretched and decided he wasn't really
hurt. "Just my pride," he said, laughing. "As long as you're stopped, let's
take a break. Come inside and I'll get us some lemonade."


I followed him inside, leaving my dirty shoes on the front porch. He led me
through his house and into the kitchen. He told me to sit and he went to
get glasses and the lemonade.


Mr. Jones: "So, tell me Carter, when did you graduate from high school?"


Me: "Oh, I never graduated, sir, I was too dumb. I dropped out after last
semester. I just run my business full time now."


Mr. Jones: "Oh, I see. Are your parents OK with that?"


Me: "Oh, it's just my mom. She appreciates the money I bring in and she
never finished high school either. She had me instead."


Mr. Jones: "Oh, I didn't know. So, how old are you, Carter?"


Me: "I'm just turned 16, sir. Why?"


Mr. Jones: "Oh, no reason, just curious. I never had children of my own and
I've always been fond of teenage boys. Do you have a girlfriend?"


Me: "Nah. No time for girls. And they never showed me much interest and I
never thought much about them either. Too busy."


Mr. Jones: "I see. Well, I guess we should get back to work, shouldn't we?"


He put his hand on my shoulder as he reached for my glass. As he walked
away, his hand slowly slid across my skin. He walked to the sink and put
the glasses in, then he turned around and hefted his crotch to adjust
himself, and he smiled. He rubbed his other hand along his chest too. I
just sat there and didn't react. I had an idea of where he wanted this to
go; I'd had enough attention from mom's boyfriends to know when a man wants
me.


I turned and went back outside and continued to mow. I finished his whole
yard and he paid me. He patted me on the back as he paid, and said, "See
you next week."


The next couple weeks, I mowed and he didn't do anything else weird. The
third week after his fall I got see the real Mr. Jones. I mowed his front
yard, edged, and cleaned up. Then, I went through the gate into the back
yard. When I rounded the corner, Mr. Jones was standing just outside the
door on his patio, completely nude. I couldn't help but notice his enormous
cock. It was fat and flaccid and it draped over his large ball sack at
least 7", and it was really fat. His balls were shaved and his pubes were
trimmed short. I stopped in my tracks and stared at it. Then, he looked up
and saw me staring.


Mr. Jones: "Oh, Carter. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were finished out
front. I shouldn't be out here like this. I would have gone inside if I'd
known you were standing there. Unless, you don't want me to go back
inside."


Me: "Uh, no, sir, I don't mind. You look real fit, like in shape, I
mean. Uh, nice body."


Mr. Jones: "Oh, thank you, Carter. I try to stay in shape. C'mon over here
and get a closer look. If you like what you see, you can touch it."


I walked over to him and he was so hot to look at. He had a great tan and
his body had just enough hair to get me excited and that cock was calling
my name. I could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts. I didn't wear
underwear back then either, so my cock snaked across as it got hard and it
was visible. Mr. Jones noticed.


Mr. Jones: "Well, I see you like what I've got. May I see more? I don't
want you to feel uncomfortable; like I said, I'm really fond of teenage
boys. I'd like to see you nude. I won't touch if you don't want me too, but
I'd love to see it and maybe watch you jerk off."


Me": "Ok, but it is really OK outside like this. Somebody might see."


Mr. Jones: "Oh, trust me, nobody can see over my fence and my neighbors are
all gone at this time of day. Besides, I like to be nude outside, try it,
you might like it too."


So, I dropped my shorts and stood there naked. Mr. Jones gasped when he saw
my cock. It was bigger than he expected. He started to stroke himself and
his cock quickly got hard. So, I stroked myself and he watched me and
smiled and licking his lips. I start to stroke faster and I can feel the
juices in my balls churning. It won't take me long to cum. Mr. Jones gets
going on himself too. I can't hold it, I shoot my wad and it flies out,
splashing on the deck. Mr. Jones cums then and his cum shoots on top of my
cum. He gets down on his knees and scoops up cum with his fingers, licking
them and going back for more. He tries to get all the cum off the deck and
eat it. He stands up and looks at me.


Mr. Jones: "Carter, you are a cutie pie. I would love to be your special
friend, if you let me. We can do this whenever you want. There are other
things we can try too, but not unless you want to. I want you to be
comfortable and happy. No pressure."


Me: "Cool. That sounds like fun. I'm going to finish mowing now and move on
to my next job. If you want, I'll finish nude."


Mr. Jones: "Oh, yes, please! I'll add a nice tip to your payment today."


So, I mowed in the nude and Mr. Jones sat in a chair watching me and
pulling on his soft cock. When I finished, I pulled my shorts back on and
he handed me an envelope. I waited till I was gone to open it. He added
$100.00 cash to my pay. Holy cow! Business just got better!


For the rest of that season, I mowed Mr. Jones' yard once a week. I always
did the backyard in the nude and he watched. He always sucked my cock and
cleaned up all the spilled cum. We graduated from watching after a couple
times. He took me inside the house and into his bedroom. I sucked his cock
and drank his cum. Finally, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He was
thrilled.


I laid back on the bed and he got in position. He was giddy with excitement
as he rubbed my smooth body and oiled up his cock. He rimmed me forever and
I was squirming and groaning. At last, he pressed his mighty cock against
my pink rosebud and popper through. It hurt because he wa so fat. But I'd
had bigger cocks in my ass. So, I relaxed and let him have me. He was so
grateful. He fucked me with affection and came to his orgasm slowly. He
made sure to jerk me off too and bring the cum boiling up out of my
balls. When he was ready to shoot, he asked me where I wanted it. I
shouted, "Breed me! Fuck me now!"


He went wild and drove himself deep into me and his cock erupted with cum
flying around inside me. He filled my little ass up and it oozed out around
his shaft. When he finished, he dove his face into my ass and licked the
cum off me and stuck his tongue in my hole to liberate as much cum as
could. I was screaming from the sensation of having my full, fucked ass
rimmed by this older man. After that day, we had weekly fuck sessions in
his bedroom.


After the mowing season ended, I moved to fall cleanup and snow
removal. This kept me coming to Mr. Jones almost every week, Every week, he
took me to bed and fucked my brains out and drank my cum. This old man
loved this young boy, and I was pretty happy too. Oh, BTW, he also gave me
an extra $100.00, every time he fucked me.  ////////// Now, Mr. Smith and
Mr. Jones are not my only clients, they just happen to be my first clients
who included sex in the bargain. I've been mowing and fucking those guys
for five years now. As I got older and more experienced, I was able to buy
better equipment and compete for bigger projects. Also, once I started
driving instead of walking, I could cover more ground and get out of my
neighborhood.


I told you earlier that I get a lot of stares from teen age girls and older
women. I've never had sex with any of them, but I have managed to clear
some tips. Older women will find excuses to ask me inside to help with some
minor chore or to get a cold drink. They also find ways to touch me, on the
butt, on the shoulder, or squeeze a bicep. The ladies never let me wear a
shirt and they always look and squeeze. It's funny, they'd shit if they
knew I was gay.


The teenage girls are particularly cute.They giggle and pretend they're not
staring. They hide behind curtains or bushes to get glimpses of me bending
over. As if they'd ever have a chance. But, once in a while, the presence
of teenage girls means that teenage boys are around, and they are fair
game. At least they were when I was a teenage boy.


I remember the summer I was 17. I'd been at this for a year and I had some
really good clients. I couldn't take care of everyone, so there were other
guys mowing too. One of them was this hot football stud named Kyle. Kyle
was 6' tall, built like a building, and he never wore a shirt. His chest
was massive and his biceps could crush me. He had finely chiseled abs and a
pleasure trail down the center of his chest and abs, leading straight into
the waistband of his tight shorts. His powerful legs were really hairy, and
he worked shirtless, in tight jean shorts, and work boots. He was right out
of a gay porn magazine!


I had no idea about Kyle's background or his preferences, I just fantasized
about him a lot that summer. So, this one day, we were mowing houses next
door to each other. As we worked, we kept getting closer to each other
heading for the joining property line. It was hot and both of us were
dripping sweat. Everytime Kyle was walking toward me, he reached down and
cupped his package and gave it a little heft. He smiled at me and we kept
walking. Then, we'd come back around and he was walking toward me and he
did it again, every time. So, I started returning the gesture. Soon, we
were both hefting and smiling, we almost started laughing. After we
finished our front yards we stopped for a break. Kyle walked out to his
truck and got a bottle of water out a cooler. He motioned me over, so I
went. He handed me a bottle of water.


Kyle: "Hey, I'm Kyle. What's your name?"


Me: "I'm Carter. You did a nice job here. You also seemed to have something
caught in your shorts that's causing some discomfort."


Kyle: "Oh, you noticed that. Yeah I've got this big thing that keeps
getting in the way when I'm working next to some guy who looks like you."


Me: "Ya know, I've got the same problem. What do you think we might do
about it? I've got lots of work today and this thing is just in my way."


Kyle reached over and grabbed my crotch. "You're right, that's a BIG
problem."


Me: "I think you've got a much bigger problem than I do." *smiling*


Kyle: "Well, guess what. My client isn't home during the day; they're never
here when I am. They leave my payment on the back porch. What's nice is
that the porch isn't locked and there's a nice sofa i there. You maybe
wanna come and help me collect my pay?"


Me: "You bet your ass! Let's go."


Kyle led me around back and into the porch of this house. Sure enough,
there was a sofa there and an envelope with his name on it on the table. As
soon as the door shut, Kyle strip his shorts off and grabbed at mine. "Man,
you are hot! What's your ass like?"


Me: "My ass can take whatever you got to dish out. Show me."


I looked down and dropped my jaw. "How old are you, man? Fuck, that's a
log!"


Kyle: "I'm 18, you?"


"I'm 17, but I never seen a guy my age with a dong that big."


Kyle: "Yeah, I'm blessed that way. It's genetic. You should see my older
brothers, they would fuck you up."


I took hold of this incredible fuck stick and I could get my hand around
the shaft. The hard it got, the fatter it swelled. As I rubbed it, it kept
getting longer and I was scared. Hanging soft, it was 10" of cock draped
over a huge ball sack. Now, it was reaching a foot long in my hand. It was
the biggest, most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I craved it. I fell to my
knees to worship it.


Kyle sat on the sofa and spread his legs. I crawled between his hairy tree
trunks and started by likcing his balls and rubbing his hard chest. His
skin was tight and sweaty and I wanted him. I took some time to squeeze his
massive pecs and pinch his nipples. I could only get one ball in my mouth
at a time, and I relished each one, gargling and covering them in my
saliva. Kyle had laid his head back and he just moaned as I played.


I wrapped both hand around his massive shaft and pumped him up and down. I
needed to be sure it was not going to get any bigger. Then, I put my mouth
on his tip and started to lick under the foreskin and chew on his smegma. I
opened as wide as I could and then relaxed and forced my jaw more. Then, I
barely got the whole girth inside me. I knew I couldn't take the whole
length, but I tok as much as I could and used my hands to engulf the
remainder. Kyle seemed to like it, he was moaning and squirming around a
bit. When I couldn't take him in my mouth anymore, I pulled off and said:
"Kyle, I really want you to fuck me. I mean, I know you're going to kill me
and rip me up, but I have to have that monster beast p my ass."


Kyle: "I knew you did. First, though, I want to suck your cock and drink
your cum. That's what I like and it will help take some of the tension off
you during the fuck. Believe me, you don't want any tension."


So, Kyle gave me an amazing blowjob and sucked every drop of my cum out of
my balls and into his stomach. Then, he told me to lay back on the sofa. He
pulled a tube of lube out of his jeans and squirted a glob on his hand. He
moved to my asshole and started to rub around the rosebud and comment on
it's beauty. He kept going round and round until he had one finger inside,
then two, then three, then four. His fingers are huge and I could feel the
stretch. "Hang on, little buddy, there's more. He pulled his hand out and
smear a lot more lube into his hand. He went back in with four fingers,
then I felt his giant thumb press through. He spread his powerful hand
apart and I felt another big stretch. Then I felt the heel of his hand pop
through and I screamed form the pain. He stopped moving while I calmed
down. "You OK, man?" I nodded.


I could feel my ass expand with Kyle's entire hand inside my ass. He made a
fist inside me and moved around inside my ass, stretching the walls
out. The he start to fist fuck me and force my opening to get bigger and to
stay open. He pulled out and covered hi beast in lube. The, he pressed the
monster's head against my abused hole and pushed. I felt a strain and some
pain as he entered me, but it was the best pain I'd ever felt.


"OMG! Fuck me, Kyle! I need you to fuck me with your beast hard and
deep. Oh gawd! FUCK ME!"


Kyle started to pump me slowly.


"No, Kyle, more, I need more of you. Bury your sword in me and drive it
home. Fuck, you are a giant! FUCK, fuck, FUCK, MEEEE!"


Kyle gave me what I asked for. He fucked me hard and deep and long. He was
good at holding back and he had the stamina of an athlete. Football players
should all be gay!He was inside me, in and out, slow and fast, deep and
shallow, he fucked me for nearly an hour, then he howled like a wolf and
exploded inside me. He had so much cum, I thought he never stop shooting. I
lost count of the spurts and enjoyed the hot fillup of fresh cream.


When he was finished, he hung hi fot cock in front of my face and told me
to lick it clean. I did. Then, he reached into my brutalized ass and dug
out a glob of his cum and fed it to me, then he got another glob and fed it
to himself. He slid off me and sat on the floor next to the sofa. I sat up
behind him and reached around to rub his magnificent chest.


Kyle: "Carter, you are one of the few guys who can take me. You are
amazing. I would love to keep fucking you. Will that work/ Is there a way
we can be friends without telling anyone?"


Me: "Ah, I take it you are still in the closet."


Kyle: "Oh, hell yeah, deep in the closet. I play football, man. The team
would kill me if they knew. They've all seen my cock and they figure I'm a
lady killer. I am not going to come clean. I need a football scholarship to
go to college and I'm not going to fuck that up by coming out as gay. What
do you tell people? What do the kids at school do?"


Me: "I don't go to school. I dropped out when I turned 6. I'm too stupid
for school. I'm good at this hard work and I like it, so I'm building a
business."


Kyle: "Ok, then, we can make this work, can't we?"


Me: "Yes, I think we can. Give me our det's and we'll figure this
out. Kyle, I need your cock inside me whenever possible."


So, the next year was great. I had my two older men paying me for sex and
mowing AND I had the biggest cock on the planet ravaging my ass at least
twice a week. I was in cock heaven! Of course, then Kyle got his football
scholarship. He chose a school 1500 miles away. We met for one last major
fuck, in fact we stayed the night and fucked three times, it was fun, but
it was time for him to move on. I never saw him again after that night.


[END PART TWO]