All the characters in this story are 18 years or older. Part one can be found here.
I thought about my experience at the man's house all week – I'd let another guy suck my cock. I knew I should have been repulsed by the thought of doing anything with another guy, but the money had just been too tempting, and the orgasm had been amazing. Did it really matter if it was a dude sucking me off? I mean, a mouth is a mouth, right? It's not like I was doing anything gay.
By the time Saturday morning rolled around, I was eager to try again. I pushed my mower straight to the man's house. It was barely nine o'clock in the morning, and still relatively cool out, so I was still wearing my shirt when I rang the man's doorbell. I briefly wondered if I should have taken it off first, but I didn't have time to dwell on it, as the man opened the door a few seconds after I pushed the button.
“Umm, morning.” I chirped happily when the man opened the door.
“Good morning.” The man smiled back.
I bit my bottom lip, and shuffled my feet nervously. What if last week was an exception? “Uh…I was wondering if I could cut your yard again?” I said hopefully, giving the man my best smile.
The man's smile broadened. “Five dollars, or twenty five?”
I blushed, and smiled bashfully; obviously the previous week hadn't been a one time thing. “Uh..twenty five….” I murmured.
“Of course.” Gary stepped back, and gestured for me to enter.
Without being told, I took my shirt off as I walked to the back of the house; I could almost feel the man's eyes on my back as I walked. I stopped in the middle of the room with the view of the back yard patio, and turned to face the man. My heart started to beat harder, my pulse picking up; I was about to sell my body to the man for the second time. It sent a strange tingle of excitement through me.
The man stood a few feet away and just stared at me for a moment, his eyes sliding up and down my nearly naked body, before he stepped closer. Standing just a few inches away, he reached for my shorts, and unsnapped the button and let them fall to the floor. My heart lurched as I once again surrendered my modesty to the man. The man stepped back, and looked over my fully naked body.
I shivered, not from the cold -the room was barely cool, but from the look the man was giving me. The man was looking at me like a starving man staring at a steak dinner. It gave me a strange fluttery feeling in my belly. I wondered what the man could see to interest him in my nude body. I mean I was just an average eighteen year old guy; well, slightly smaller than average.
After a long moment, the man eventually dropped to his knees in front of me, and this time there was no hesitation as he reached for me. He gently gripped my limp noodle with two fingers, and raised it up. Unlike the last Saturday, I was already starting to harden by the time the man wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock.
“Ohhhhgod….” I gasped as the man sucked my cock in, a electric surge of pleasure shot through my slim form as my cock surged to full hardness. As the man's lips slid down my hard shave, swallowing ever more of my cock, I shook my head in disbelief; I couldn't believe that I was actually, actually letting the man suck my cock. But the waves of pleasure rippling out from my cock were definitely real, and in the moment I couldn't care less that it was a man's mouth giving me that pleasure.
The man reached around me, his hands cupping my ass. His strong fingers gently squeezed, as he massaged my bottom. I flinched slightly a the touch, but didn't object – it actually felt rather good, in a strange way.
The man finished making his way down my hard shaft, his lips wrapped around the base of my cock, his tongue swirling around the length of my cock. “Ohhh….” I moaned softly, and bit my bottom lip, as the man started back up my shaft, letting my shaft slip from his sucking mouth.
In just moments, I felt a ball of pressure form at the base of my cock, I was just too inexperienced at having m cock sucked to last any length of time. “Oh….Jesus….” I moaned, jerking my hips forward as tingles started to deep in my belly. I leaned my head back, my mouth open as I moaned non-stop as the man's talented mouth and tongue quickly pushed me to the breaking point.
The man picked up his pace, sliding nearly all of my rod from his mouth before plunging back down on it. As he did so, he slipped his thumb into the crevice of my ass, letting my thumb gently stroke the puckered knot of flesh at the center of my cleft. In any other circumstance I would have violently rebelled at the intimate touch, but in that moment, on the cusp of orgasm, I couldn't spare the brain capacity to even process the man's touch – the man's gently stroking of my most intimate of places was just one more sensation wracking my slender body.
The tingles increased, turning more powerful, and my whole body started to tremble. I threw my head back and shouted as my cock exploded in the man's mouth. “Oh..oh…GOD!!!” My cock jerked, pulsing with each spurt of cum that shot from my twitching teen rod. As before, the man swallowed every drop of my teen cum as it filled his mouth. His tongue and lips continuing to work on my shaft even as came.
“Oh…man…” I sighed breathlessly as the man finally pulled off my cock. I felt light-headed from the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt slightly rubbery, and I swayed slightly in place. It had been another amazing orgasm.
After an all-too brief moment, I opened my eyes, my orgasm rapidly fading. The man was sitting back on his heels, and looking up at me, his eyes raking across my naked body as my orgasm slowly faded. As before, I quickly became self-conscious standing naked in front of the man, and I quickly scooped up my shorts and pulled them on, hiding my now, once again, limp cock.
After another long moment, the man slowly got to his feet, and gestured toward the door. I nodded, and walked from the room, the man following behind me. Once again I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked. Back at the front porch, the man settled into a rocker as I began cutting the grass. As he'd down the previous week, the man watched me as I slowly pushed the mower back and forth across the lawn.
By the time I was finished mowing, I was coated with a fine sheen of sweat, with the odd blade of grass sticking to my lower calves. I killed the mower, and parked it, before walking up to the porch. The man licked his lips as he watched me walk toward him. It gave me another fluttery feeling deep in my belly, seeing the man's obvious desire for me.
I stopped a few feet away from the man, shifting nervously as the man ran his eyes over my body. Up close I could see the hungry look in the man's eyes. I shifted my feet after a moment, standing uncomfortably as the man stared at me. “Umm…”
The man's eyes seemed to snap back into focus, and he raised them to meet mine. “Sorry, here you go.” the man said with a smile, as he pulled two folded bills from my pocket and handed them over to me.
“Thanks.” I replied as I took the bills, and shoved them into my own pocket. I couldn't help but feel the smallest feeling of guilt at taking the man's money. I hadn't done anything to earn the twenty, I'd simply let the man suck my cock. My thoughts were forgotten as the man spoke again.
“You know…I have some bushes around back that you could trim tomorrow. If you'd be interested.”
The suggestion came as a surprise, and my forehead creased, as I gave the man a questioning look. “Uh..I've never trimmed bushes before. I don't even have the tools for it.”
The man chuckled, and looked down at the bulge in my shorts. “You have all the equipment necessary.”
I blushed, and bit my bottom lip as he realized what the man was suggesting. “Oh.” gulped, dropping my eyes.
“Twenty five dollars?”
My blush deepened, but I eagerly nodded my head. “Yeah…that's fine. What time?” I mumbled, still looking down at my feet.
“About this time, if it works for you.”
I nodded my head again. “Yeah, of course. I can do that.”
“Great, great.” The man smiled, and nodded his head. “Oh, speaking of additional work, I've got a friend up the street that is looking for a yard boy to do some work for him.”
I looked up at the man. “Yeah?”
Gary smiled and nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah. He's interested in the twenty five dollar mowing.”
A bolt of fear lanced through me; the man had told someone else about…about what he'd done! I blushed, my already red cheeks going beet-red. “He…he knows about…”
The man chuckled, and dismissed my worries with a gesture. “He does, and you don't have to worry, he won't say anything to anyone. So, are you interested?”
The man's words dispelled some of my fears, but not all, but the lure of easy money was too much to ignore. I bit my bottom lip, and nodded my head.
Gary grinned and pointed up the street. “I thought you would be. His house is the two story, red brick house, the next block over. His name is Cal.”
I left the man's house, and slowly pushed my lawnmower up the street, I was growing more nervous with each step, and I almost turned back twice before stopping in front of the large brick house. Was I really going to go through with this? Was I going to let another man use my body? Despite my qualms, I pushed my mower up the driveway and left it in front of the garage before heading to the front door.
I pressed the doorbell, and the door opened almost immediately, as if the man inside had been standing, waiting for my arrival. A bolt of fear lanced through me – I recognized the man standing there. He was the father of a friend of mine! I almost bolted the instant I recognized the man, only a temporary paralysis from shock kept me from running.
“Hey Wes, Tripp isn't here right now.” the man said with a smile.
Frozen in paralysis of fear, I didn't know what to do. My brain worked feverishly, but only went in circles. After a too-long pause, I finally just decided to just do it. “Uh, I came about the grass….”
Tripp's father looked surprised. “Oh….uh..I wasn't….” the man shuffled his feet nervously, then looked past me, looking up and down the street. “You're the one doing the…uh…the grass for Gary?”
My cheeks darkened, but I nodded my head. “Yeah.”
“I um, I didn't expect…uh…”
Seeing the man's nervousness, I grinned bashfully. “It's okay, I can just cut the grass if you want.”
Mr. Taylor licked his lips nervously and glanced past me, once again before looking back at me “You….you won't say anything to Tripp?”
I chuckled softly, and shook my head. “Yeah, I definitely won't be saying anything to him about this.” I replied with an amused grin.
Mr. Taylor stared at me thoughtfully for another moment, then seemed to decide. “Okay…come in.” the man stepped to the side, and ushered me inside. It was a short walk from the entry foyer into the living room. I quickly glanced around the room, there were pictures of the man's wife, and of Tripp at different ages on the walls.
The man licked his lips nervously, and ran his eyes over my nearly naked body. “Can…can you take off…uh…take off your shorts?” the man stammered hesitantly.
I smiled shyly, and nodded my head. “Of course.” I murmured and reached down and pushed my shorts down, letting them fall down to puddle around my ankles. I deftly stepped out of the shorts and kicked them aside. Completely naked, I blushed, and fought the desire to cover my nakedness with my hands, forcing myself to keep my hands at my sides to allow my friend's father to get a good look at my naked body.
“God…you're so cute…” Mr. Taylor murmured as he sank to his knees in front of me.
I closed my eyes, sighing in pleasure, as the man wrapped his lips around my cock.