Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:53:36 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: The Boy Who Washed My Windows

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**068 - The Boy Who Washed My Windows

		       The Boy Who Washed My Windows

The boy pulled up in a late model pickup and I wondered how kids afforded
vehicles like that. When he got out my focus turned away from the truck. I
was pleased to see he was wearing what looked like school PE shorts.  He
had nice legs and nice arms sticking out of a white T-shirt.  He came up
the sidewalk and I went to open the door.

	"Hi, I'm here to wash your windows," he said cheerfully, even
eagerly.

	"I hope you're up for it, there're a lot of them," I said.

	"I saw when I drove up," he said.

	"Come in, I'll show you where everything is in the garage."  I
brought him inside, taking in the fine aroma of his freshly showered body,
and took him out to the garage.  I could hardly wait for him to work up a
sweat, which he surely would in the hot sun, and to smell the mixture of
soap and fresh boy sweat. I showed him the window cleaner and paper towels,
I grabbed the ladder and we went outside.

	"I've cranked the windows out part way so you can clean around the
frames, but you can't roll them out any further because they come off the
track.  So you'll have to wash the inside of the windows from inside the
house.  And listen, Randy....."

	"It's Rand, not Randy," he cut in politely.

	"All right, Rand, take a break and come inside to cool off any time
you want, and help yourself to anything out of the refrigerator."

	"All right, thanks."

	I picked up the ladder and took him around to the other side of the
house.  "This is solid ground along this side but along the garage side and
in front it's all rock so I'll need to hold the ladder for you."

	"All right."

	"Okay, Rand, have at it," I said and I left him to go to work.

	From inside I checked from time to time to see how he was doing.
He worked fast, just like he did at the fast-food restaurant where he
worked, and it looked like he was doing a good job.  I would be able to
tell more after he was done with the inside.  He worked from the master
bedroom up to the guest room, to the dining room.  That's when he took a
break.  He came around to the front and rang the doorbell.  I went to the
door.

	"You don't have to ring the doorbell, I know you're here, just come
on in.  By the way, the bathroom is just down the hall."  I took him to the
kitchen and told him to pick out what he wanted from the fridge.

	"I was wondering if it would be all right if I take off my shirt,
if you don't think your neighbors would mind," he said as he got a can of
coke.

	I smiled at how he expressed himself.  "I don't think the neighbors
would mind one bit. You would probably give the ladies a thrill.  Go ahead
and take it off."  I almost gasped when he skinned his shirt off.  He was
small of stature but he was nicely built and well proportioned. His body
spoke loudly of the man he would soon become.  I especially liked his flat
stomach with the deep ridges that separated six distinct, solid muscles.
His thick pecs, capped with delicious looking nipples, were most impressive
for a boy his age. His body was exciting, and enticing.

	"I see you've already got a nice tan," I said.

	"I sometimes lifeguard at the pool in my brother's place," he said.

	"Do you wear a Speedo, or those awful looking boardies?"

	"No, you can't lifeguard in boardies; they slow you down in the
water.  I wear a Speedo that says Lifeguard across the butt.

	"I'll be that drives the girls crazy."

	"Some of them are not shy about letting me know they like me in
it," he said.

	"I'll bet.  Does that ever lead to anything more interesting?"

	"Not really," he said, blushing.  "Actually, I'm still a virgin.

	"Well, I'm sure that's only a temporary condition for you," I
joked.

	He said he needed to get back to work and I reluctantly let him
go. I had observed the way the sunlight shown, that I could watch him from
inside without him being able to see me and I took full advantage of that.
Watching his smooth, rippling muscles was pure pleasure and it fueled my
desire and determination to somehow devise a way to prevent him from
leaving without leaving at least a bit of his virginity behind.  The more I
watched, the hotter I got, and the more determined I became.

	When he finished the kitchen windows and went around to the garage
side where there were rocks instead of solid ground, I went out to hold the
ladder.  It was my chance to exercise more of the senses--smell as well as
sight, and possibly touch--and I anticipated the taste of him.

	I set one foot on the bottom step, the other firmly in the rocks,
and let him climb up then I took hold of the ladder with both hands.  I
could feel his body heat even in the sun, and I was able to glue my eyes to
his round, tight looking butt inside the short shorts, and his thighs.
When he shifted his weight to lean further to one side the ladder shifted
in the rocks and I grabbed the back of his right thigh to steady him. His
solid, smooth muscles felt good in my hand and I kept hold of him with a
lighter grip.  A couple of times I reached up and clasped my hand around
his butt. He didn't seem to mind that. When he reached to the highest part
of the windows the ladder tilted slightly and I shoved my hand higher in
his crotch for a locked-on grip.

	"This is the reason I need to hold onto you and the ladder," I
said.

	"Yeah, thanks."

	We worked as a team while he washed the three long windows along
the garage side then we moved to the front of the house.  This was the last
of the windows outside. Inside he wouldn't need me to hold the ladder; I
needed to hatch a plan, and those last few windows I made all the physical
moves and contact while I could.  Again, he didn't seem to mind me having
my hands on him.

	Inside we had to take the screens out, giving me more time to think
of something.  I decided on the same tactics I'd used on the neighbor kid.

	"Listen, Rand, if you would like to earn some more money, when
you're done with the windows I would like to keep you a little while longer
and have you help me move some stuff up in the attic if you have the time."

	"Sure, anything you need."

	I got him a towel to wipe sweat and fixed him some iced tea but he
didn't take a sit down break. He did a good job. I saw no smears on the
windows from the inside.

	"There, if you want to inspect the job," he said.

	"I've been doing that all along.  They look fine," I said.

	He took a manly stance with his hands on his hips and said, "I'm
ready to help you with that stuff that goes overhead."

	"Do you need a break or another cold drink?"

	"Naw, I don't need to rest. I'm good to go."

	I took him out to the garage and he pulled down the ladder without
me telling him. I picked out some stuff that didn't need to be stored
overhead that I would probably bring back down when he left.

	"Do you want me to climb up and you hand the stuff up to me?"

	"Yes, that'll work. Be careful, the top steps don't have much toe
room," I told him.

	He climbed up in the attic and I grabbed a box off the shelf to
hand up to him.  It was an "Ohh, fuck moment when I looked up and saw him
straddled over the opening and squatted down on his haunches to take the
box, the bulge of his crotch suspended right overhead. I went up a couple
of steps to hand him the box; I almost pushed my face right in his
crotch. I looked up between his legs and saw the white of his jockstrap in
the leg opening.

	"Just set it anywhere, I'll come up and help arrange stuff," I
said.  I got another box and looked up just in time to see him scratching
his balls.  His tennis shoes were over the edge of the opening.  "Watch
your footing," I said.

	"I'm good," he said as he squatted down to take the box.  I handed
him another one, and another, and it was time to make my move. I climbed up
in the attic. It was hot as hell.  He was glistening with sweat.

	"Dam, it's hot up here," I said.

	"I don't mind," he said.

	"Almost makes you wanta work naked, doesn't it," I joked.  It was
pretty lame but he laughed. "Do you have time to help me move some stuff
around up here?" I asked.

	"I'm yours for as long as you want me," he said.

	"Don't say that unless you mean it," I said, but I knew he didn't
catch my meaning.  There wasn't anything that needed to be moved around
either, but I asked him to hand me a rolled up single mattress that was
behind him. He bent over and picked it up in his arms and his shorts pulled
down in back almost revealing his butt cheeks. It was an armload and he
struggled with it.  It was almost too much for him. When he handed it off
to me we dropped it and it unrolled, leaving him holding onto the end of
it.

	I laughed and said, "I guess you're wanting to take nap?"

	"Sorry, I couldn't get my arms around it," he said

	"It's okay, I'll take it."  I took hold of it and knelt down to
roll it up.  He was standing right beside me. I had no clue how it might go
down but I made a quick conscious decision to take a chance.  I had to; he
was more than I could pass up.

	"Rand, Dude, I, uh....I've got a confession to make.  None of this
stuff needed to come up here," I said.

	He gave me a confused scowl. "What do you mean?"

	"I think you're old enough to understand if I tell you....I wanted
to get you up here," I said as I reached out and put my hand around the
back of his thigh to emphasize my point. I ran my hand up his thigh and
pressed my fingers in his crotch.  "You said you're mine for as long as I
want you...I wonder if you really meant that."

	He still had the scowl on his face and he looked bewildered.  I
thought I might've scared him, but he wasn't moving away from me, and he
didn't resist when I pulled him to me. "You can tell me if you don't want
me to do this," I said as I let go of the mattress and clasped my hand over
the front of shorts.  "Dang, nice!"

	Thankfully, he didn't resist. He felt good through his shorts, nice
and full.  I squeezed the front of his shorts and moved my other hand up
around his butt and squeezed his taut butt muscles.  He felt good there
too. His butt was nice and firm and he tightened it for me. I twisted him
around so he stood on the mattress, facing me.  I held him by his hips and
pressed my face against his shorts.  He muttered, "oh, Mann" as I started
mouthing the front of his shorts.

	His cock came to life fast and pretty quick I was mouthing a hard
rod through his shorts. He was intoxicating to me, being so young and cute
and nicely built, and innocent, and not afraid to give up part of that
innocence to me. I knew he'd never done anything like this before. When he
was at ease enough to push back against my face I tugged on his shorts,
saying, "Do you mind if we take these off?"



Without waiting for an answer, I pulled them down his legs, exposing his
bulging jockstrap.  It was tented and I joked that he was liable to rip it
out. His cock pointed off to the side, stretching the mesh material so that
I could see the darker hue of his manhood through the material, and it
stretched the material away from his body so I could see his balls.

	"I'll bet you look great in Speedos," I told him.

	My mouth watered, but I loved the anticipation of the unveiling. I
pressed my face against his jockstrap with my mouth opened wide and began
sucking his young manhood through the mesh pouch.  I basked in the smell of
soap and fresh boy sweat.  I licked in his crotch on each side of the pouch
too and tasted his salty sweat.  He spread his legs out and thrust himself
into my face.  I didn't realize it was getting to him so much till he said
in a hoarse voice, "Ohh, fuck, man, suck it if you're going to."

	I didn't need to be told twice.  But I didn't respond quickly
enough. He was grinding his jock pouch in my face and I had my fingers
crooked in the waistband of his jock, ready to pull it down when he
suddenly, without warning, lost his load!  He grunted and sort of whined as
he grabbed hold of my head and shoulders and his lean, tight body convulsed
as he shot off in his jockstrap.  There was a lot of it especially for a
boy that age.  The stuff soaked through the mesh pouch like a white sludge
pushing through the mesh material and started cascading down like syrup on
ice cream.  I quickly put my mouth over the spill and began sucking it
through.

	Fuck, he tasted good!  So fresh and sweet, he didn't have the harsh
acrid taste of many older men.  I sucked his cum through the jockstrap till
there wasn't much taste left then I pulled his jockstrap down.  "Fuck, that
is a nice cock," I said. He had goo on him and in his hair and I cleaned
that off with my mouth.

	He said he was sorry.

	"Fuck, don't be sorry.  That was awesome.  You cum like a pony."

	"It was just too good for me....you made it too good."

	"It's okay, you weren't too quick, you were just too hot."

	His cock was still hard--not much surprise there--standing up at a
sharp angle, maybe about seven inches, throbbing violently. I saw more cum
pushing out of the wide cum slit as I leaned in to kiss his balls. It was
the thick stuff.

	"I'll go ahead and suck it now if you want me to, it doesn't look
like it's going down any time soon," I said.

	"Yeah, if you want to."

	I lapped up the cum that was cascading down over the head then took
his cock in my mouth. He almost screamed.  I think he would have if his
sudden gasp had not cut off his breath.  He seemed to be holding back away
from me when the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat.  I
got off of it and put my hand around his butt.

	"You can shove it all the way in, I can take it."

	"All the way in your throat?  You're going to swallow it?"

	"Yes, I can take it," I assured him and I pulled his hips forward
to force his cock all the way in my mouth so his balls were pressed against
my chin.

	He groaned, "Ohh, Mann" and began fucking my face.

	I gave everything I knew how and he gave back in return with his
youthful, lusty exuberance. I wanted to make it something he would always
remember. He lasted longer this time and he gave back in spades. He was so
sexy.  At one point, with my help and urging, he brought one leg up and
wrapped it around my head and practically raped my throat but I didn't
care. I wasn't about to tell him to stop or slow down or take it easy.

	After several minutes--quite a long time, I thought--he gasped that
he was cumming again and he got even wilder. He was choking me and I was
fighting my gag reflex and he brought tears to my eyes, but I kept hold of
his thrusting butt to urge him on.  He didn't cum as much the second time
but there was plenty enough that I could taste him, and I imagined that
this fresh batch tasted even better.

	I hated to let go but his legs were trembling. I let him down on
the mattress and he sprawled out with his arms flung out to the sides.  I
bent over him and kept on sucking his cock till he pushed my head away,
whimpering he couldn't take any more. I let go of his cock but nuzzled and
licked his balls.

	"Fuck man, I wasn't expecting this when I said I would wash your
windows," he said breathlessly.

	"It was my privilege.  I hope you enjoyed it."

	"It was awesome.  I never had anybody do that before. I can't
believe how you took my dick all the way like that."

	"I'm glad I didn't spook you, but you seem to be a pretty mature
kid."

	"I was sort of getting an idea the way you were holding me on the
ladder to keep me from falling."

	"I was hoping you would." All the while I was rubbing my hands all
over his body.  I told him he had a great body.  He said thanks.  Then I
said, "Listen, Rand, I wanta show you one more thing if you'll let me."  I
didn't want for him to answer. He had a wide-eyed, curious look as I lifted
his legs up and folded them toward him.  I sucked his balls for a moment
longer then moved down to his asshole. He jumped and let out a little
screech when I touched his asshole with my tongue but then settled down to
let me show him what it was like to get rimmed. His cock got hard again in
short order, if it ever went down, and he started to jack it but then he
let go of it.

	"Go ahead," I told him. "I'll gladly take another load."

	"I want to, but fuck, my cock aches from being so hard so long.
I've never been so hard in my life."

	I gave his ass a few more licks then I said, "Let me show you this,
then maybe my mouth would feel better than your hand." I very carefully
pulled his hole wide open and drove my tongue up inside him as deep as I
could reach.  He stifled an outcry with his forearm across his mouth. I
tongued the satiny inner lining for a moment then rose up.  He was
glistening beautifully with a lot of sweat and I leaned up and licked it
off his chest,

	He gasped, "Ohh, Fuck" again when my tongue dragged across his
nipples.

	"Yeah, that too," I said, laughing. "Bet you didn't know you had
feelings there."

His cock was bucking violently, so hard I knew it must really hurt.  I made
my way down his smooth, flat stomach will I encountered his cock and I took
it in my mouth.

	"Ohhh, yeah, that does feel better," he said softly.

	I don't know if I sucked him three times or if it was one
continuous blowjob with intermissions.  I just know I loved having his
hard, virile cock in my mouth and watching his muscular, young body
writhing around on the mattress under me.

	I wanted to keep him as long as I could. At one point I stopped
sucking.  "Listen, let's put you in charge," I said.

	"What do you mean?"

	"Let me lie on the mattress."

	He moved out of the way and let me stretch out on the mattress.

"You know how to do pushups, don't you?"  He said, yeah.  "Okay, get down
here and do pushups, you can pretend my mouth is a pussy."

	I knew I was in for it when his arched body hovered over my face
and I guided his cock to my mouth, but I was willing to suffer the rape of
my mouth and throat.  I forgot how many pushups a kid that age can do.  I
sucked him till his arms were ready to give out then I rolled us onto our
sides and let him fuck my face that way. He didn't come much a fourth time,
I barely got a taste of him, but his body went through all the motions.  He
lay gasping when he finished. We rested for a few minutes then I leaned up
and put my hand out to pull him up and he stood up.

	"Is there anything else you need me to do?" he asked.

	"No. There really wasn't anything that needed to be done in the
first place, that was just a ruse to get you up in the attic."

	He said he was glad I tricked him.

	"Listen, Rand, we could do this again sometime if you want, there's
a lot more I can show you."

	"Hell, yeah."

	"I'll give you my email address so you can arrange a time."

	He leaned down to pick up his jockstrap and I quickly leaned in to
kiss and lick his ass again while he was bent over.  He gave me a minute
more of heaven then straightened, holding his wet jockstrap.

	"I'll give you one of mine to wear home. I would like to keep that
one if you don't mind."

	"I guess so.  My Mom won't notice."

	"You might want to shower before you go home," I said.

	"I don't think I should go home smelling all nice and clean and
have to explain that I showered at your house."

	"Then why don't you wash up so you don't go home smelling like
cum," I said.

	"Yeah, that would be a good idea."

	I went down first and stood at the bottom of the steps to watch his
cute, sexy little ass descend the steps.  I showed him to the bathroom and
went to get one of my jockstraps for him then stood in the doorway and
watched him washing up, noticing that his cock was still nicely fluffed up.

	"You've got my mouth watering just watching you," I said.

	He smiled.

	I held out a towel for him but jerked it back.  "I can take care of
that again before you go if you want me to."

	"Thanks, but I need to get back," he said.

	"Okay, till next time, then," I said, handing him the towel.

	"Definitely next time," he said excitedly as he dried off.

 	I stayed to see him put on my jockstrap.  When he had it adjusted I
reached down and cupped the pouch. "Are you sure you don't want to drop
another load before you go? I would sure like to have some more that sweet
cum."

	"I don't think I can produce any more cum."

	While he got dressed I wrote down my email address.  I also wrote
down Nifty.

	"What is Nifty?"

	"It's a website that has porn stories.  Check out Peterbilt.
That's me."

	"You write porn!!??

	"Gay erotica I like to call it."

	"That is awesome!  I'll check 'em out."

	"There's straight stuff there too," I said.

	"I wanta read your stuff. It'll be awesome reading stories and
knowing I know the author." He was really excited about that.

	"Even more awesome knowing the author gave you four blowjobs," I
said, laughing.

	I stopped him as he was about to leave.  "Wait, I need to pay you."

	"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

	I paid him well.  You might say I overpaid him but I considered
much of it a well-earned tip.  I hope he emails me.

				  The End