Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2018 04:15:58 +0000 (UTC) From: A J Subject: My Lawn Boy Stinks Disclaimer/Warning: The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature, involving consensual adult/youth relations. It is completely a work of fiction and is not meant to depict any actual persons or events. It is also pure fantasy and is not intended to condone or encourage the events depicted, nor anything remotely similar, in real life. Do not read or download if you are offended by such material or if you are not a legal adult. Do not make it available to anyone who is not a legal adult. *** By the third Saturday at my new house I realize that the young boy mowing the lawn next door doesn't live there. I saw him come over this morning with his mower from down the street and figured he must be doing it as a job. He's gorgeous. He looks to be about 11 or 12, with nice little muscles and the flattest hardest little tummy I've ever seen. Dirty blonde hair (or maybe it's light brown and just bleached out by the sun) that's cut short (with a little patch of it in his armpits too). Blue eyes, or perhaps green or hazel (I haven't been close enough to tell). Smooth tan skin that's absolutely dripping in the sweat of a wet hot South Florida summer. After he comes back outside from going in to presumably get paid, I work up the nerve to go ask him about his services. It would be nice to have someone do the yard work, and I know that just getting to watch him would be wonderful. As I approach him he turns and I catch his eye. I give him a big dumb smile and he just kinda gives a half smirk back. "Hey! I saw you bring your mower over from down the road and was wondering, if you were interested, if you were for hire? I just moved in and would love to have someone to mow the lawn." "Yea, sure," he says nonchalantly. I can see upon closer inspection that he has a scrape on his elbow and the knuckles on his hand. Whether from doing yard work or fighting another kid, I wasn't sure, but I got the distinct impression that he was kind of a tough boy. "Wonderful! What do you charge?" "20 bucks," he replys. He smells musky and sweet, and an earthy smell from working outside. It's making my dick get hard. "That sounds great! I'd be happy to pay you today if you'd like, or you can come by tomorrow or next week if you'd like! Whatever works for you." "I can do it today." "Sure! Oh, my name is Phillip by the way." "I'm Tyler," he says. *** The next few Saturdays he came and went and I got to know Tyler a little better. I'd invite him in for a drink when he was done and chat with him some. I learned he was 12 and was in the 7th grade at the local middle school. He lived just a couple streets over from mine, in the same neighborhood. And while he was a tough boy who was quiet at first he opened up pretty quickly and talked with me more, he even nicknamed me "Lip". He was pretty self-confident, even a little cocky. He also had a sense of humor, I came to find out, by the jokes he would make. Like the time we were in the kitchen and he said: "Shhhhhh... Do you hear that?" And then loudly rips a fart and cuts up laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too, it was funny... It also turned me on so much I almost came in my pants. *** So the next Saturday comes along, and I find myself standing by the window, secretly watching him mow the lawn with his shirt off like I always do. His beautiful body glistening in the sun. He finishes up and comes and knocks on the door. I invite him in and we go to the kitchen to get him a drink. I tell him I'll be right back to go get his money for him. I go and get my wallet and come back, his B.O. is strong and driving my faggot brain crazy. "Hey Lip" he says, "Check this out." I come closer and ask him, "What's up?" "Smell this." He says to me, as he holds up his index and middle finger. Obediently, I come even closer to smell his fingers. I take a whiff... and... I... I loose all fucking self control! It smells like his ASS!! He had either wiped his fingers in his buttcrack or scratched his asshole!! And I was SNIFFING IT!!! I knew the proper response would be to recoil in disgust but I couldn't help myself! I just stay there sniffing them. Taking bigger and deeper whiffs. I even whimper! His smirking face quickly turns to an expression of disgust. "FUCKIN' SICK MOTHERFUCKER!!! I could tell you were a fuckin' gay ass faggot but I didn't know you were a TOTAL sick fuckin' PERVERT!" "I'm SORRY Tyler!" I plead with him, "I just couldn't help it! It smelled so good!" "FUCKIN' NASTY man! That was my FUCKIN' ASS!!! Been mowin' lawns all morning and I didn't even have a fuckin' shower when I woke up! That shit must STANK bro! And you LIKED fuckin' sniffing it?!?! What the FUCK is WRONG with you?!?!" "I'm SO SORRY TYLER! PLEASE don't be mad at me!" "You're fuckin' NASTY bro!" His disgusted expression turns into an amused sneer. I've totally blown any bit of cover I had up until this point, so I figure I might as well just double down... "I would smell the real thing if only I could!" "Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!" He asks with a dubious, amused look. "I'd PAY YOU DOUBLE!!!" He cuts up laughing at me. "Are you for real serious man???" "YES Tyler! I would be happy to pay you double what I normally give you!" He sneers at me again. You can see the gears turning in his head. "Fuck it...." he says after a moment. "Make it 50 bucks!" "DEAL!" I reply back, my heart racing as I reach into my wallet and grab the cash. I hand it to him. "So... whatta I do?" He asks me, giggling a little. "You just stand there, and I'm gonna kneel down behind you. Ok?" "Ok..." he says. I kneel down behind him. I can smell his sweaty ass wafting from his red basketball shorts. I press my nose as close as possible to his crack without touching him. I want to go slow so I don't freak him out. I also want to savor it. I can't even believe this is happening and want to take my time, calm down and enjoy every second of it. I take a deep whiff and am positively delighted over the smell of his sweaty dirty ass through his shorts. They had absorbed his ass sweat and were moist from it. I can smell the earthy scent from the dirt, the freshly mowed grass, his sweat, and his sweet boy musk. I feel myself catching a buzz. After enjoying this for a couple of minutes, taking very deliberate sniffs of his rear-end, I decide I'm ready to pull his shorts down and sniff his ass through his boxers. Working my way slowly, layer by layer. I gently hook my fingers in the waist band of his shorts and slowly start to pull them down. My face is still right up to his crack so I feel the waist band pull down over my nose, revealing his blue plaid boxers, soaking wet with 12 year old boy ass sweat. I press my nose in closer, touching him now, slightly in his crack and take another whiff. I'm hit by a sweet and sour scent from his boxers having a greater concentration of sweat, combined with the musky aroma of having been rubbing between his buttcheeks. I press my nose in even closer now and sniff deep and hard, enjoying his pre-teen boy stink. "You're a fuckin' FAGGOT dawg..." he says to me, disgusted yet amused. I don't reply and just keep sniffing those soaking wet boxer shorts for a few more minutes before deciding it's finally time to reveal the sweet ass of this middle school boy. So I very cautiously hook my fingers in the waist band of his boxers and slowly remove the last layer hiding his ass from me. It's gorgeous. So smooth and firm, pale in comparison to his tan skin. Wet with sweat. I gently place a kiss on his left cheek and then his right one. I lick my lips and taste his salty delicious ass sweat. "Yeah... kiss my ass bitch," he says with a little chuckle. I place my nose at the top of his buttcrack and take a deep whiff. I can feel myself getting good and high now on the funky smell of his buttcrack. I place my nose near the bottom of his crack and take another big whiff. Scrumptious! I give little kisses from the bottom of his crack up to the top. Then I place my hands on his cheeks and ever so delicately pull them apart. And there it is... His 12 year old boy butthole... It's exquisite! Splendiferous! SUBLIME!!! Just a small bit of hair around his sweaty, dirty little asshole. I exhale slowly and then place my nostrils right on his puckering hole... take another deep, heavenly whiff... and my fag brain just explodes on the overpowering stink of his shithole! I'm now as high as a fucking kite! After a few sniffs I remove my hands from his cheeks, letting them envelop my face. I spend a few minutes there, sniffing that sweet, sweet tween dookie hole. My face buried deep in his buttcrack. Worshiping at the temple of pre-teen boy butthole. After a while I just can't help myself. I cautiously place my lips up to his hole and gave it a little kiss. Praying he doesn't freak out. "EEEWWWWWWWWWWW!! NASTY motherfucker....." He's obviously disgusted that someone would KISS his ASSHOLE. His Sweaty. Dirty. Asshole... Yet he doesn't move or turn away! There IS A GOD!! HALLELUJAH!!! It's wet and sticky as I pull my lips away. I kiss his cheeks some. Again I place my lips to his sweet butthole and give it another kiss. After kissing it a few more times I press my lips to it once more and hold them there. I wait a moment and then slowly stick my tongue out, just a bit and taste his delicious boyhole. The intense sharp saltiness of it hit me instantly! "Fuckin' GROSS bro!!!" I take a soft lick of his rank farthole. It tastes like fag heaven... I give it a few more caressing licks before at last I deciding to push my tongue in his dirty, stinky shitter and get a better taste. The flavor goes from being a salty and sour musky funk, to a bitter and coppery taste. I stuff my tongue in as deep as I can and am rewarded with an even richer bitter ass funk flavor. He wasn't lying about not showering, that's for sure! He is RIPE! "Ughhhhck! I took a fuckin' DUMP this morning too you nasty FUCK!" No lie either, I'm sure... I'm now hungrily eating away at his stinky hole. Jamming my tongue in, taking big deep licks. Sniffing his musky crack and eating his funky dirthole at the same time is pure bliss. Truly a memory to last forever. As I continue cleaning his rank ass with my tongue, I watch as a drop of sweat slowly snakes down the middle of his back before finally making its way to the top of his buttcrack and sliding in. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen! It could be a fucking renaissance painting! The beauty of it inspires me to slowly and cautiously take my hand and reach between his legs to fondle his boy nuts. None of this is part of the deal after all and I pray yet again he doesn't freak out... He doesn't! Praise you God... Jesus... Allah... Buddha... Mother Earth... all of you!! I'm surprised not only at how low his smooth, sweaty nuts are hanging, and at their appreciable size for a boy his age, but by the fact that I can feel that his cock is rock hard! I'm not touching it but I can tell by the hardness at the base from were his balls are hanging. He's enjoying it! His 12 year old boy cock is hard as a brick while I eat up his dirty asshole. After cleaning out his shithole good, now I decide to fully clean up the rest of his crack. Taking good licks from his taint to the top of his buttcrack, cleaning every bit of funk out of it. I work on it for a few more minutes, coming to terms with the fact that my job is essentially done as virtually all of his stinky boy funk is gone. Alas, all good things must come to an end. But... as they say, when one door closes, another opens... and I decide to try my luck with another delicious treat. After kissing his buttcheeks some I place my hands on the sides of his hips and gently press for him to turn his body around. And there it is... His rock solid 12 year old hard-on... Staring me right in the face! A dollop of pre-teen pre-cum dripping from his plump dickhead. His cock is a good size for a boy his age as well and proportionate to his low hanging balls. I judge it to be about six inches. Straight, smooth, girthy, slightly veiny and with just a very small patch of pubes right at the base. Whoever circumcised him deserves an award ceremony too. It's flawless, no scar at all. I look up at him, sure that I must look like a hypnotized idiot queer. He just stares down at me, his mouth slightly agape with an expression of animal lust. His pubescent hormones are surely raging throughout his lean, hard, sweaty body like a wildfire. I look back down at his dick and gaze for a moment in enchanted awe. Then I carefully put my lips just over his piss slit and lick up his oozing pre-cum. It tastes like pure honey. It's better than honey though, it's Boy-honey! I move my lips to the underside of his cock, right at the base, and give it a gentle kiss. I kiss up every stiff inch of his shaft till I'm back up at his dickhead. It too I give a kiss and then slowly wrap my lips around it and equally slowly push down to about half way down his thick pipe. My mouth lovingly wrapped around his pre-teen boner. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." he quietly sighs. I move back up to the head and again I slowly take half of it in my mouth. Being careful not too make him nut to quick. His cum is probably boiling up and ready to explode out of him. After sucking his dick this way for a couple minutes I bring my lips back up to his head and go down again but this time even slower and this time I push down till every inch of his cock is buried deep in my throat. With my nose buried in his little bush... "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk..." I stay down on it, massaging his hard-on with my throat, while taking a big deep whiff of his sweaty little bush, loving the musky sweet aroma of a tween boys pubes. His eyes are locked with mine, boring a hole in them just like his cock is boring into my head. Ever so slowly I move my way back up to his dickhead, and just as slowly deepthroat him to the balls again. "Uhhhhhh...." he breaths out softly while I lick his sweaty nuts with his dick buried all the way in my sissy faggot throat. I knew for sure this sweet prince can't possibly last much longer, and I want to give him a great finale. So I slowly move back up his shaft to the head, pause for just a moment, and then bury it down deep and hard until his dickhead punches into the back of my throat and my nose smashes into his bush! I let out a little sissy whimper. It was like I knocked the breath out of him... I quickly move back up his shaft and then bury it down again. Back up quick, down deep and hard again, faster each time. "Ohhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!" I keep going faster and faster until I feel his cock swell up, get warmer and impossibly harder, and then I deepthroat him one final time, massaging his boner with my throat, feeling the underside of his dick start to twitch. "UUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A super hot blast of cum hits me HARD in the back of the throat like a torpedo. Another. Another. Another. Firing like a machine gun, my lips feeling the base of his cock twitch like crazy. I move up now slightly, massaging his head and upper shaft with my mouth. I need to taste his sweet boy cum. And sweet it is, I realize, as the next hot and hard shot of boy jizz blasts into my mouth. It tastes just like white grape juice! He fires off six or seven (I lost count!) more shots into my mouth, filling it up completely. I have to try hard, like a good faggot, not to let a single drop of his precious boy-nectar spill out. A bead of sweat drops from his forehead onto my face like I've been thanked (or blessed perhaps) as he stands panting with his knees wobbling slightly. I keep his shaft wrapped in my throat still. Massaging it for every last drop and keeping it nice and warm for him as he recovers. When he finally does I slowly relinquish it, savoring his big hot load of boy juice, swirling it around with my tongue. "Holy fuck..." he says. "Did you swallow it?" Only then do I finally swallow, making an obvious show of it. "Every drop." I reply. "Was it a lot?" "It was enormous." He chuckles. "Did it taste good?" "It was the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole life." He laughs at me and smiles. "You liked suckin my big dick, huh fag?" Cocky boy. "I LOVED sucking your big fat dick Tyler!" He giggles as he starts to pull his shorts back up, his dick still hard as he tucks it up in his waistband, the head sticking out. "Cool. Cool... So... I don't see how you could like to suck a dick, I mean I like pussy bro, but I guess since your gay and shit you like it so I guess I get that... But why you like lickin' my bootyhole?" He chuckles a little. "I mean... that's straight up nasty dawg!" He smiles. "It's just that your so hot and sexy Tyler that I just love every single bit of you. You're a total stud. A hard working stud. A lot of young men your age are sleeping in or playing video games or watching TV or just goofing off. But your hard at work, making that money. So it's a privilege to lick your bootyhole!" "It didn't taste nasty?" "You taste wonderful to me." He laughs. "If you say so, but thanks. So... are you gonna wanna do this next Saturday?" "I would love to if it's ok with you?" "Yea, it's cool. So... are you gonna give me some extra cash too?" "Yes, I'd love to keep helping you out. You're a hard worker and deserve a good tip. This is just gonna be between us though, right? I really don't wanna get into trouble." "FUCK no I'm not gonna tell anybody, crazy. You're cool Lip don't worry. I know you're a straight up guy." "Ok cool." "Ok, well you know how I've got two more houses on my route after you? Would it be cool if I come over after I'm all done with them instead? It'd be easier and I'd have more time and plus I would be even dirtier and I think you like that shit." He chuckles a little. "That actually sounds like a great idea!" I smile up at him, still on my knees. "Ok, well I better get going then." He starts heading towards the door, his dickhead still poking up above his waistband. "Later Lip, see you next week." "Be good Tyler! I'll see you then." He heads out the door. I can still smell his musky buttcrack on my face and lips and taste his sweet cum in my mouth. I start jerking my cock some and cum pretty much instantly. Good God in Heaven... I can't wait for next Saturday! *** /// This was my first story! I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me comments, suggestions and the like or just to say if you liked it. I wanted to write short yet fulfilling wank/diddle fantasies that get to the point. I hope I've achieved that? I would also like to hear comments about me using the first person present tense versus the usual past tense ("I suck his dick" versus "I sucked his dick"). I wrote this in the past tense first and then changed it because I thought it would put the reader in the action more? It's also why I didn't mention how old Lip is or even what he looks like, and kept Tylers appearance at least somewhat ambiguous. I don't plan on making installments just to let you know. I won't say you won't see Tyler again, but I'd rather write different stories first before he reappears (I have three planned). I imagine that Tyler and Lip will reappear in a separate but related story set at some point in the future (when he starts high school maybe?). Thanks for reading!!! ///