Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2018 20:37:59 +0000
From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 3-Lawn Boy Tales

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Lawn Boy Tales
Chapter 3


So, you've met Smith and Jones; Kyle wasn't so bad either, huh? Through my
teenage years in the business, Smith and Jones provided a lot of action and
a lot of release for me. Kyle was such a stud; I missed him a lot when he
moved away. Along the way, I met a few random boys to play with. Nothing
spectacular to talk about, just cocks and cum. There was this one time when
I was mowing for a new customer. Oh yeah!


I didn't know much about this guy. He was married, I'd seen his wife come
and go some. Never did see any kids. So, one day, I finished mowing in the
front and opened the gate to go into the back yard. Apparently, he didn't
know that I was there. When I turned the corner around his house and got a
view of the patio, I saw my customer with his cock deep inside another
guy's ass. The y were both completely naked and the bottom man was bent
over the back of a chair.


They didn't seem to notice me, so I stepped back around the corner and
peeked around to watch them. Both guys were good looking. My customer was
probably in his fifties; the other guy looked to be thirty-something. My
customer was pounding this guy's ass with what looked like and 8" or 9"
rod. They were both making groans and moans, and were completely unaware of
me. Or, so I thought.


Suddenly, my customer shouted: "Oh, Carter, I know you're there. Get over
here!"


Well, fuck! I had no choice but to comply. I walked over to the patio and
then, I recognized the bottom man as the guy next door. My customer, let's
give him a name, for fun we'll call him Harry, because he really is a big
bear.


Harry: "I heard your mower and knew you'd be coming back here soon. I saw
no reason to hide from you; I figured you'd like it. Was I wrong?"  Me:
"Fuck no, Harry, I like this a lot."


Harry: "Then strip. I want to see you naked and hungry. Show me what's
under those jeans."


So, I did as I was told. I stood in front of these two men naked and let
them look me over.


Harry: "Remind me again, how old are you?"


Me: "I'm 18, Sir!"


Harry: "Good boy. We won't be going to jail at least. Come closer, Boy!"


I walked up onto the patio and Harry started to walk around me and rub my
body with both his big hands. His friends stood and watched us licking his
lips and stroking his hardon. Harry slapped my ass a few times. He came
around in front and grabbed my pecs and pinched my nipples really
hard. "Ow!"


Harry: "Oh, does that hurt boy? Do you like to feel that hurt when you get
fucked, boy?"


Me: "Sir, yes sir! I like you to hurt me, Sir. I want you to fuck me,
sir. Will you please fuck me? I'll suck your friend if you'll fuck me, sir"


Harry: "Oh, Carter, you are such a good boy. You sure don't have to ask
twice! Bend your sweet ass over that chair, Now!"


I bent over the chair from the front and held onto the arms. The other guy
stood at the back of the chair and brought his hard 6.5" cock up to my
mouth. Harry stood behind me and smacked me on the ass several times, I
could feel the welts starting to swell. He pried my cheeks open and dumped
saliva into my crack and then spread it around with his cock head. I felt
his head at the entrance to my special place and he pushed. It didn't go
through right away. He pushed harder and still didn't fit inside me. He
slapped my ass and said, "Open up, boy!"


I pushed out to help open my portal and he shoved in hard. He popped
through my muscle ring and I creamed. But, he kept shoving his cock into me
until he was balls deep and I had tears running down my cheeks. As soon as
he bottomed out, his friend grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock in
my mouth. He was a skull fucker and he took no prisoners. This guy was good
and he dominated my skull for the duration of this fuck.


Harry was also brutal. He assaulted me with his beast and pumped me hard. I
loved it! My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum onto the chair seat. Harry
drove into me, and my cock leaked more. He kept thrusting deep and I
thought I was going to cum. Then, Harry said: "Like it or not, boy, I'm
going to fill your hot ass with my man seed. I'm going to breed you like a
prize mare. Take it all in, boy!"  From then on, he was fast and
furious. His thrusts were powerful and he filled my cavity with his hard
rod. I couldn't hold out, my cock started to spit out a huge load of cum
all over Harry's chair. Harry screamed and I felt his swollen cock erupt
inside my ass, filling me with jolt after jolt of hot creamy man
juice. Then, my skull fucker shot his big load into my mouth and swallowed
every drop. When Harry finished shooting, he walked around in front of me
and said: "Suck my cock, boy, drain every last drop of my cum and then
clean me off. Make my cock look like I just stepped out of a hot shower,
boy."


I obeyed. I cleaned him up and then I cleaned his friend. They both slapped
my ass and then they walked inside, leaving me out on the patio, naked and
full of cum. I used my t-shirt to clean off Harry's chair. I pulled my
shorts back on, and then I finished mowing and moved on to my next
customer. My ass was a little sore for the rest of the day, but I sure did
like Harry's fat cock up my ass and his cum inside my guts.


Harry and I hooked up several times over a couple of summers. If his wife
wasn't home, I would find him naked in the backyard, waiting for
me. Sometimes his friend was there, sometimes not. Harry was always eager
to fuck me and then he just walked away. It was so rude, but hot in a weird
way too. Our fucking days came to an end near the end of the second
summer. Harry's wife came home unexpectedly and caught us on the
patio. Harry had his big old cock shoved up my ass, I was moaning loud, and
she walked out and screamed at us: "What the fuck is going on? Get your ass
out of here , kid, and don't ever come back. Harry, I'm calling a lawyer."


I never did see harry again and I lost his house as a client. I ran into
the guy next door once when I was in the neighborhood. He was grateful he
hadn't been caught. He said Harry and is wife divorced and Harry moved
away. He also said: "Hey, if you ever need me, you know where I live. I'd
be happy to fill in for Harry. I'd even let you fuck me with that big cock
of yours."


Me: "Sorry, man, I'm strictly a bottom boy and you're not my type."


Those early years in the business were a lot of fun. But, when I turned 21,
things started to change a bit. As I was getting older, I was also getting
bigger. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean I gained much height, (I was kind
of stuck at 5'-7"; I could stretch a bit to gain a half an inch,) and my
cock kinda stopped growing at 7" soft and 8.5" hard. That's OK by me - I
like it!


What grew were my muscles and my confidence. I worked hard and it
showed. My chest was really packed and powerful now. I still trimmed the
hair, but it showed up nicely. My abs were really defined, and my legs were
hairy and muscled. All that made me feel invincible and confident. That
confidence helped me build my business. I hired a few young guys to help me
so I could take on more clients. We did mowing all season; we tended flower
beds and did Fall and Spring plantings; we did snow removal in the winter;
we cleaned gutters; and we installed Christmas lights.


I believe I was able to do all this because I had gained so much
self-esteem over the past five years. I had left behind the questionable
advances from my mother's boyfriends, finally recognizing them for the
child abuse they really were. I had made the most of my otherwise
unimpressive body. I had proven to myself that I wasn't so stupid after
all; I had a thriving business and it took smarts to get me here. Plus, I
figured out who I am sexually and learned how to enjoy what I wanted and
how to say no to what I didn't.


I will tell you that I was also in touch with the LGBT community when I
started to grow my business. I actively recruited LGBT persons who had an
interest in this type of work. I mean, I was a little picky, in terms of
hiring people who knew how to do the work or were willing to learn; I
wanted people who really enjoyed the work and came every day with a good
attitude. I also was not going to be an easy gig for guys who just didn't
want to work hard, but they wanted a paycheck. I'm nice, but not that nice!


I have done my best to keep all of those relationships professional. I have
never used sex as a criteria for hiring and I have never dated an
employee. I'm not about to be one of those guys who ends up in social media
as a predator boss.


This has been a really busy summer. I have one new client I think is going
to be really special. His real name isn't important. He's asked me to call
him Sarge. He's career military and is on active duty at the nearby
base. He's really cute and a genuinely nice guy. He is also not shy about
his body and I have seen all of it. More about that later. He stands 6'-0"
tall, 180 pounds. He has light, close-cropped hair and really soft, blonde
chest hair. (I just love blonde chest hair!) He's not in perfect shape, but
he's in great shape, if you know what I mean. He stays fit and lean. One of
his best features is his 7" fuck stick that gets hard everytime he sees
me. I love that! But, the really best part of all this is how we came to be
acquainted in the first place.


Not long ago, I was mowing a yard and the guy who lives across the street
walked over to tell me he thought I did a great job on this lawn. I thanked
him and gave him a card. I told him to get in touch if he wanted me to
quote him. We shook hands and he went home. I didn't think a lot about
it. The next week, the same guy drove into his driveway while I was
mowing. He stopped in the street, honked and waved at me, then he pulled
into his garage and went inside. The next week, he was sitting on his front
porch when I came to mow. He waved and then he sat there the whole time I
worked.


The next week, he was on the porch again. This time, about halfway through
the job, he walked over with a bottle of water and handed it to me and
walked back home. Then, the next two weeks I didn't see him at all. I
really didn't think anything about it. He was nice enough, but he wasn't my
customer. Then, I got an email from this guy.


"Hi, Carter, I'm the guy across the street from that house you mow over on
Maple. I've been thinking that I need some help with the yard. Im gone
quite a bit and I just don't have the time anymore. I'd like for us to meet
and discuss what I need and what you'd charge me for it. When's a good
time?"


I wrote back: "I cut your neighbor's house every Thursday morning. I'll get
there a little early this week and come over to your house when I'm
done. OK?"


He wrote: "Absolutely! I look forward to it."


On Thursday morning, I got the first house done earlier than normal to give
me time to give the neighbor a bid. I put all my stuff in the trailer and
headed across the street. I was sweaty from the work and I didn't have a
shirt on, but he'd just have to understand. The guy came to the door. Like
I said, he's a good looking guy, but I got no vibe from him at all, so I
wasn't "on the hunt." I didn't step inside the house. Instead, I said:
"Sir, I'd like to walk around the property and see what all you've got
here. That way I can recommend what services you could use and give you a
bid."


The guy: "Oh sure. I'll walk with you."


As we walked around the property, we chatted about the weather, I talked
about the various plants he had and what his grass needed to look its
best. He asked me how old I was and commented on how I kept myself in great
shape. He told me to call him Sarge, because he was military. That's what
often took him away from home. He's not married, no kids, just him, a
confirmed old military bachelor. He was nice. We were done, so he led me
inside and I asked if we could sit at the kitchen table.


He led me in there and I sat down. He sat in the chair next to me, rather
than the one across the table. I had made some note, so I went over my
notes and did some calculations. Then I was ready for my pitch.


Me: "Your yard is in pretty good shape, actually. I can maintain all your
flower beds throughout the season, mow and edge once a week, for this
price." *pointing to the page* "I can add in Springs and Fall debris
cleanup, pruning and so forth for this much." *back to paper* "Any other
services you want I can price as you need them."


Sarge: "That sounds fair. I think you're hired. When can you start?"


Me: "I can get you on the schedule next week. Now, you know, I've got
several people on my crew, so you may be assigned to another crew."


Sarge: "Oh, no, that just won't do. I'm a very private person and I don't
trust a lot of people to be on my property when I'm not here. I trust you,
Carter, and I want you to be the only one who works for me."


Me: "Well, I guess I can rearrange some stuff to make that happen, Sarge. I
sure don't want to piss off the military." *laughter*


As he laughed, Sarge patted my shoulder, like a buddy would. But, he kept
his hand there and let it slid down my arm, stopping to squeeze my bicep. I
pretended not to notice and stood up. Sarge stood up too. He stood really
close to me, I could feel his body heat radiating. He was tall enough to
look down on me and he reached over and put both hands on my shoulders. He
patted them and then slid his hands down my arms and squeezing both biceps
now. I thought I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure I did. He was so
big and so macho and so military, I didn't want to get into something that
might just be an easy way for him to get release. If he's not gay, then I'd
just be a whore again, and I wasn't going back to that.


I ignored him again and stepped away. I went to the table and bent over to
pick up my paperwork and Sarge stepped in behind me. He pressed his crotch
against my ass and reached around to grab my chest and pull me back against
his body. He leaned in and whispered in my ear: "Carter, I've been watching
you for weeks. You are so fucking hot. I have to be so careful about who I
date, I can't let the military find out about me being gay no matter what
they say. I got a great vibe from you and I hoped you were gay and that you
might take a chance on me. If I'm wrong, just walk away now and we'll
forget it happened. You can still have the contract to mow."


I stood very still for a moment and felt him hug me into his hard body. He
was massaging my pecs and my nipple were getting hard. I was being seduced
by a customer. He wasn't ordering me around. He wasn't abusing his
privilege as a client. He was just seducing me for sex because he wanted
me. I was very flattered. Sarge had to be in his late fifties, maybe even
sixty. He had lots of experience and he could probably get lots of
guys. But, he was seducing me in a gentle, romantic way. I really like
it. I turned around in his arms to face him and I kissed him, parting his
soft lips with my tongue.


Me: "Sarge, I am very flattered that you want me. You didn't guess wrong, I
am gay. I'm not used to being seduced by hot older men, though. I'm kind of
speechless. Let me have some time to digest all this. I need to get back to
work right now, but I will definitely think about your offer. I hate to
leave you like this, but I hope you understand."


Sarge: "Absolutely, Carter. I know what it means to be careful. You take
all the time you need."


He kissed me and released his bear hug. I gathered up my stuff and started
to walk out. I stopped and looked back at him. "Sarge, you're really a nice
man. I mean it when I say that I'm surprised and flattered. I'm really just
a kid and you could do better."


Sarge: "Oh, Carter. You're the perfect age for me. And don't sell yourself
short. You are hot!"


"Thanks!" And I left. The next week, I came to mow Sarge's lawn, but he
wasn't home. He left an envelope on the patio for me. "Carter, out for a
while. Here's your money for the next couple weeks. Also, I left you a key
to the back door. Make yourself at home if you need anything while you're
here. Sarge"


Wow, that's trust. Sarge was legit. I pocketed his key and the money he
left. He paid me for two weeks with and added bonus. His seduction was
complete. I would be putty in his big, rough hands.


When Sarge returned, I showed up to mow. I finished the whole job and then
went to the patio. I was sweaty and a little smelly. But, Sarge was there
waiting for me. He was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. "I
was just getting ready to jump in the shower. There's room for two if you
want. No strings attached."


I knew for sure that, if I saw him naked and he saw me, I' be hooked. If
his cock was half as hot as the rest of him, you can't stop me from sucking
it. I stepped inside and dropped my shoes and shorts at the door. Sarge
dropped his towel and hugged me to him. He kissed me and repeated, "No
strings, really. This is just a shower so you can clean up from the
job. Nothing else."


Me: "Ok, Sarge, whatever you say. You're the boss, right?"


Sarge: "Yeah, I guess I am."


We got in the shower and Sarge kept his word. He looked, but didn't
touch. We each washed and rinsed off. He wa so polite and sweet to me. He
didn't even try to touch me. I was hooked! I got down on the floor and took
his cock in my hands.


Sarge: "Are you sure?"


My answer was to feed his 7" of fuck meat into my hungry mouth. I slurped
him and licked his hard shaft. I ran my tongue along his piss slit and
dragged it through the hole. I juggled his big balls in my hands, massaging
them slowly and gently. I pulled his meat into my mouth and sucked him
down. His head lodged at the top of my throat so I relaxed the muscle
letting him pass through and down my gullet. Then, I flexed that muscle,
squeezing the end of his hard rod. He moaned in delight. After that, I
pulled him in and out of my oral cavity several times. Finally, I stood up
and faced the wall. I bent over and braced myself for his assault. I felt
his fingers slide in and out of my hole, lubing me with spit and
shampoo. He stretched me and prepared me to receive his manhood. I felt the
pressure of his head against my rosebud, and he pushed harder to pop
through the ring. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his hot rod,
and he started to thrust in and out slowly. The pain only lasted for a
minute. I got used to his monster fuck stick and he felt so right inside
me.


He pulled out and turned me around. Then, his big strong arms lifted me up
and he planted me back down on his cock with my legs wrapped around him. He
let me fall down onto his cock and I groaned and smiled, hugging his neck
and tightening my legs around his body.  He stepped out of the shower and
carried me to his bed. He laid me down on the bed and repositioned us to
finish our fuck. He pulled my legs up in the air and pressed his beast back
into me. He went balls-deep and I moaned loudly. Then, he grabbed my cock
and started to stroke me. I was hard and leaking pre-cum. His stroking and
his pressure n my prostate was enough to end me into outer space. I can't
stop the orasm and my cock explodes in a torrent of hot creamy cum that
hits me in the face and then jets down my chest and puddles on my stomach.


Sarge creams, "Oh, yeah, son!" And he shoves his cock deep into my guts and
fires off a giant load of cum, volley after volley filling me up with his
precious juice. We are both tense and not moving as he fills me and I take
his gift. When he's finished, he leans down and licks my cum off my stomach
and chest. Then, he licks it of my face and kisses me to share my cum with
me. He brings me his cock and I lick his cum off and pull it into my mouth
to suck his shaft completely dry. Sarge begins to howl from the sensitivity
of his cock in my mouth. He collapses on the bed next to me and I turn to
rest my head on his powerful chest.


So, here we are. I'm 21, it's my 5th year in business and I'm having the
time of my life. I hope you'll keep reading the tales I tell about my
clients and our encounters with pleasure. Smith and Jones have now been
joined by Sarge; of course, sarge is getting a lot of special attention. I
work on his property twelve months out ot the year. I've stayed overnight
with him and he's taken me out to dinner. Sarge was the first older man to
seduce me and I am so glad that he did. If he hadn't taken a chance, I
never would have discovered how wonderful sex can be with a nice man who
cares about you.


[END PART THREE}