The Lawn Boy

I'd spent most of the last two weeks replaying what had happened in my head. I kept thinking about Matthew's wispy blonde hair, his thin and petite figure.. his fingertips gripping my shaft through my shorts for that split second, why I backed away, and what I should've done. I decided after much thought, and numerous jerk off fantasies, to play it cool when he returned and not make a big deal out of what happened. I'd assumed he was as embarrassed as I was, and that if I played it cool than he'd feel better about it all. However, I knew I still lusted for him.

"Welcome back," I greeted Matthew from the front porch as he finished mowing the lawn for the second time. He smiled and waved as he left the mower and walked across the lawn towards me. My cock stirred as he approached and asked how I was doing. "I'll feel better if you come inside," I smiled and turned to walk inside leaving the door open for him to follow. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen area when I heard the door close and Matthew kick his shoes off. I ruffled through my wallet for his standard thirty dollar lawn fare and expected him to follow me into the kitchen, but I didn't hear a thing. 

"Matthew?" I said quietly as I walked back to the doorway. Then I saw him standing in the middle of the living room. He'd slipped his shirt off and slid his shorts to his ankles. Just as we made eye contact he was kicking his shorts from his foot and they landed across the room. There he stood in his tight, light blue TH briefs, his tanned hairless adolescent body. He stood with amazing confidence with his hands on his waist, posing almost when he asked, "Feel better now?"

Whoa! I wanted to shout out of shear surprise, but I caught myself. Don't freak out like last time and blow it, I thought. You've got a 17 year old clearly thirsting for you, you should take advantage of that, I thought!

I took a deep breath and playfully chuckled, "I feel something, yeah."

"Come and feel me," he quietly invited.

I walked towards him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder and with my other hand traced my fingers across his smooth chest. He almost immediately reached his hands for my growing cock in my shorts and gripped my shaft once again. I shuddered in pleasure and nearly gasped. It'd been a few months since I'd been with someone for one thing, but this sexy little twink groping me??

He began to gently stroke my boner through my shorts as I continued tracing his body with my fingertips. He groaned and licked his lips as he gazed at my bulge.

"Matthew," I whispered to get his attention.

He looked up and for the first time I realized his actual size. I'm just below six feet and he had to be six inches shorter than me. "Yeah?"

We stared at each other as he kept stroking me gently through my shorts. "You're sure this is what you want?" I asked, trying to quell my own internal anxieties about age and consent. 

He looked back down at his hand pumping the fabric back and forth around my shaft, "Mhm."

He nodded as he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts with him. Immediately my hard seven inch cock flops out and nearly hits him in the face. "Mhmmm," he repeats.

He opens his mouth and swallows half my shaft instantly, encircling his tongue around the tip first before pushing my cock deep down his throat. I gasp in amazement. He plunges my cock further down his throat and strokes the base of my shaft with his hand as he lurches in and out. I look down and see my hands running through his hair just as I'd imagined. This is a fantasy, I thought, this can't be real. He's so good, I thought!

"Cum for me," he said when he pulled my cock from his throat.

I looked down at him, probably a bit puzzled looking still as to how an innocent-looking seventeen year old could be this good at sucking someone off.

"Cum for me please!" he said louder before plunging my cock down his throat again. 

I grip his blonde hair in my fist and thrust into his face.

"Mm!" he winces as I groan.

I thrust again, harder this time. And again, and again. Before I know it, I'm face fucking this sexy little seventeen year old like crazy. 

"Mm! Mm! Mmm! Mm!" he winces and clamps his eyes.

"Ohhh fuck, I'm cumming!" I shout as I thrust once more and pull out.

I grip my cock and stroke and stroke, shooting thick clear streams of semen all over his face and open mouth. 

"Mm! Yeah!" he smiles and licks his lips before opening his mouth again for more cum. 

I shoot on his forehead, across his nose, down his chin and down his throat. He was covered. 

"Fuuuuck," I groan as I stroke the last few droplets of cum onto his tongue.

"Now you feel better," he smiled, still with his eyes closed as cum had covered them now.

I laughed aloud, "You got me kid."

I step out of my shorts encircling my ankles and leap to the kitchen for a hand towel. I return to catch Matthew clearing the cum from his eye lids with his index finger and burying it between his lips. 

"Use this," I say and toss at his face. 

He laughs and begins wiping himself off, neither of us speaking. 

He opens his eyes and looks up at me, still kneeling. He was stunning kneeling there in front of me, his big hazel eyes and messy blonde hair, down to his tight briefs that I could see was entrapping a pulsating rod that had a huge wet spot on the tip.

"I want to cum," Matthew said from his knees in almost a whine.

"Oh yeah?" I tease and ruffle his wispy hair.

"I want to cum so bad," he whined.

He began to slowly stroke his cock through his underwear, continuing to stare up at me.

"Stand up," I ordered quietly.

He stood, the top of his head coming to about my chin. I felt his hand on my hand and he pulled it to rest on the fabric of his underwear. He glared at me with his big eyes full of desire and submission. My fingers wrapped around his thin shaft. He wasn't as big or as long as me, but then again he was eight years my younger, I figured. He gasped, his eyes grew wide, and I felt his body tremble when I tightly gripped the fabric around his shaft. I began to gently stroke him and observe his minor trembles and twitches as I did. It was just amazing to watch his body react organically to his pleasure this way. His breath would shake and his muscles flex and relax repeatedly, his eyes looked like they were watching an optical illusion. 

"Ooh!" is all he said before lurching his body into me. I held onto his shaft as he thrust his hips and I felt his cock throb over and over before my hand grew warm and wet from his adolescent cum. He shuddered and winced into my chest as he continued to shoot streams of cum into his underwear. "Oh! Oh.. Oh... oh.. oh" he winced.

I was rock hard again after all of this. How could I not be? This kid just blew his load in my hand in the middle of my living room in under twenty seconds! Oh how I missed being a teenager, I thought.

A few moments passed where I sort of held him against me as he caught his breath. He pulled away and I saw what looked like a third of his briefs to be soaked a darker shade of blue from his warm, absorbed cum. 

"Welp, I should get to my next lawn," he shrugged innocently, as if he weren't standing mostly naked in a near-strangers living room soaked in semen. 

He began to collect his clothes and I stepped into my fallen shorts and pulled them up. 

"I hope you don't treat all of your clients like this," I joked as he pulled his clothes on and fixed his hair. 

"Eh," he shrugged, "a couple."