Gabriel Is No Angel

My name is Albert. I live alone in a modest part of town in a small Oklahoma city. My house is old, and needs some repairs, but my job as a waiter in a local restaurant doesn't provide enough income to make expensive renovations. I am 32, and in good shape, although I can't afford a gym. I do exercises at home and watch my diet. My body is muscular, having grown up on a farm, where there was plenty of muscle-developing hard work. I'm a masculine guy, in no way obvious. I live next door to a lady named Ethel, who has a  son named  Gabriel, in his late teens. But Gabriel's no angel. He's tall and handsome, and naturally well developed, but below my age threshold. I prefer men between 25 and 45. Ethel works as a caretaker for the elderly, which doesn't pay a good salary. Her husband deserted her when Gabriel was ten, and doesn't provide any support for his family.

I often chat with Ethel over my backyard fence, but Gabriel isn't very communicative, and seems to have a bit of an attitude. It's summer, Gabriel has no school, and just hangs around the house most of the time. I have a small lawn in front. In the backyard I have many exotic potted plants, which I adore, and a couple of trees I planted.

One Saturday morning, I was watering my plants, and Ethel was puttering around in her back yard too. She greeted me, then mentioned, "Looks like you could use some help with your chores. Gabriel is doing nothing, and I'm sure he would be happy to pick up a little pocket money. He won't charge very much."

"I don't know. Money is kind of short right now," I answered hesitantly.

"Well, if you could see your way clear, I assure you he will be a hard worker,' she encouraged.

 Since its always nice to have someone around now and then, I reluctantly said, “OK send him over and I’ll talk to him.”

About 3 minutes later my doorbell rang. There was Gabriel, wearing shorts, worn-out sneakers, and a T-shirt with holes in it.

"Hello, Gabriel. Come on in. Ethel says you might like to pick up a few extra bucks."

"Yeah, I don't go out much because I don't have money to spend on anything. Not even on dates with girls."

I offered him a beer. "You're 18, aren't you?"

"Sure am. I'll accept. By the way, you can call me Gabe."

"OK, Gabe. How much are you going to charge me?" I asked

"How about 5 bucks per hour?"

"Hey, that's reasonable. I'll try you out. If you want to start now, there are a lot of weeds next to my fences that need to be pulled out. I hope you don't work up too much of a sweat in this heat," I cautioned.

"No problem, that's what showers are for," he assured me.

"You can take your beer with you while you work. And there's more where that came from," I assured him. "Take this garbage bag with you for the weeds."

He went into the front yard, and ever so often I would take a peek out the window. He was working like a beaver. It didn't take more than a half hour to finish. He came back in, and I said, "My grass out front needs cutting. My lawn mower is in the tool shed out back." He hustled and got it and in no time flat the front yard was looking neat.

When he finished, I told him, "Now go do the same thing with the weeds in the back yard." This took longer, but again he did a great job. He had now worked for two hours. Sure enough, when he came back in, his T-shirt and shorts were soaking wet.

"Wow, you're drenched. You better go home and change clothes," I advised.

"To be frank, I can't."

 "Why not?" I questioned.

"Because what few clothes I have are being washed and dried at the moment.'

I replied, "Well maybe I have a solution. I can throw your stuff into my washing machine and the dryer if you want. And you can take a shower here."

"Sounds OK to me, but what will I wear?" he quizzed.

"You have two options. You can borrow a pair of my shorts which are probably too big, or just wrap one of my bath towels around yourself."

'I'll use a towel," he decided.

"OK, go into my bathroom, and take off your stuff. The shelf there has extra towels ready for use."

He was shortly back out, and handed me his smelly clothes. He didn't seem to be uncomfortable with just a towel wrapped around his waist. And he had decent pecs. After his shower, which seemed to last forever, he returned and sat on my sofa.

"Want another beer? Your clothes won't be ready at least for an hour."

"You bet," he assured me. "I'm in no rush."

On the way to the kitchen, I thought, "Wow, this is getting more interesting by the minute. But I'm sure it's all innocent. I'm gonna keep my hands off him. Besides, this is close to home, and I don't like to shit where I eat."

"So tell me about yourself, Gabe. Do you like school? What do you intend to do with your career after you finish?"

"Yeah, I get good grades, but I can't afford to go to college. I would like to be an accountant. I'm pretty good with numbers, and it pays well. Maybe I'll join the marines. They will offer me benefits when I finish. My mother would probably be happy to get me out of the house too."

"Sounds like a good idea," I replied.

 He startled me by asking, "I know you live alone. Do you have a girl friend?"

I blurted, "Why do you ask that question?"

"Well, I'm your next door neighbor, and I like to keep up on things in the area." But he continued, "I think you're gay," he ventured. "I've seen a couple of guys visit you."

I became annoyed. "Look, I don't like where this going. Everyone deserves their private life."

"Sorry, even if you are gay, I'm cool with that. I know a couple of gay guys in my school."

"OK, I'm an honest guy. Yes, I'm gay and proud. So let's leave it at that."

But he persisted. "You know, I've never had a blow job, but hear it's great."

"Well and good. But you are a young boy, and I like men older than you. So drop the subject," I demanded.

But instead of obeying, he moved his towel aside, and said, "Look, I have a big dick. Isn't it nice?"

"You cheeky guy," I exclaimed. But I have to admit, his prick was a real turn on.

He didn't stop his pursuit to seduce me. He began to jerk off, looking at me in a beckoning way. It soon grew to its full, huge glory. I became mesmerized.

"I'll bet you give a good blow job," he challenged.

"Well, as a matter of fact I do." I decided to take plunge, with this delicious morsel staring me in the face.

I requested Gabe to stand up. His towel fell off, and I immediately sank to my knees, devouring his whole male member.

"Oh Jesus Christ," he exclaimed.

Working my usual magic, he was unable to hold off for long, and released what seemed to be a very generous amount of cock juice down my throat.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction, and said, “Hey, I’d like to do that sometime soon.”

“Anytime,” I replied.

“How about tomorrow?”

“OK, just tell me the time,” I replied.

“Eleven o’clock OK?”

“Great. You can stay for lunch. I make a great pasta,” I assured him. “Speaking of lunch,” I continued, “I only will work in the restaurant for dinner today. I can fix you a cheeseburger, with my special potato salad.”

“I accept, with thanks.” 

  I decided to give Gabe twenty bucks for his services. He was thrilled,          

Thus began a new routine. Gabe came for lunch almost every day after that. I’m sure I saved his mother some money, and besides, he continued to do odd jobs for me, in addition to getting a daily blow job. After a few days I ran into Ethel, his mother, and she complimented me, “You know, I’m pleased that you have taken Gabriel under your wing. He needs a father figure like you.”

            I thought, “If only you knew, bitch.”

            During lunch on Sunday, I remarked to Gabe, “I like to get my dick sucked too. I know a guy who is a great cocksucker, and services me often. Maybe I’ll invite him when you are here, and you can watch, and I can even let him suck your big prick a bit. I’m sure he would love that.”

            “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind trying out another mouth so I can compare his with yours.”

            “But I get your load, not him, understood?”

            “Yes sir,” Gabe saluted. 

            “Whataya say, I can phone him now to see if he’s available,” I suggested.

            “Sounds OK to me,” he replied.

            My cocksucker’s name is Eddy, a man in his early fifties. That doesn’t bother me, a good mouth is a good mouth. I phoned Eddy and he said he could stop by within the hour. When he arrived he stared at Gabe, all wide-eyed and greedy.  After chatting for a few minutes, I told Eddy to get up from his chair and come to my armchair. I opened my bathrobe and said “It’s all yours.” Eddie immediately fell to his knees in front of me, and started his usual fabulous technique. I looked over at Gabe and he was already fondling his tool.

            I told Gabe to come stand beside my chair. He practically ran to get to me.  I jerked his shorts down to the floor and start sucking, while Eddie was going down on me. I love this sexual position with three, and it’s even more thrilling when the person I am blowing shoots his load in my mouth at the same time I come in the third person’s mouth.

            I pulled Gabe’s dick close to Eddy, and asked, “Want some of this?”

            Eddy didn’t reply. He immediately engulfed Gabe’s tool, moaning with pleasure. I let him get his kicks for a minute or so, then I told Eddy, “I’m gonna take over again.” Eddie wasn’t happy, but I was the one orchestrating this event, so he complied. Both Gabe and I came soon, and at the same time. Then Eddie left in a hurry, probably for another “appointment.”

            Gabe kept his word. He joined the marines for a four-year stretch and went off to boot camp. When he returned on furlough, he was wearing his uniform. He sure looked fantastic. I’m a sucker for guys in uniform. I asked him if he would let me suck him off while in uniform, and he took to the idea. We did it in front of my full-length mirror, so I could get maximum enjoyment.

            Gabe faded from my life, and now I’m without a boy toy.