Josh
I heard the garage door open as Josh brought the lawnmower back inside. It was one of those hot August days in Seattle when the temperature hit the 90s--not an ideal day to get the lawn mowed, but it was getting long enough that it was necessary to get it done.
Josh was a high school senior who had just moved into our block two houses down from mine about three months earlier. One day the doorbell rang and there was this skinny blonde boy standing there, skateboard in one arm and fliers in another. “Excuse me, sir, but I just moved into the neighborhood and I’m trying to start a lawn service business. I wondered if you’d be interested in having me mow and weed your yard every now and then?”
He was stunningly handsome--very slender, pale white skin, bright blonde hair that hung down to his shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and a soft, gentle voice and demeanor about him. He looked to be 18 years old. I instantly fell in love with him.
At the time I was twenty-six. Fortune had been kind to me--I had purchased a lottery ticket and hit the jackpot of $30 million. So, I retired from my humdrum accounting job and began living the life of leisure. I kept the house I had purchased a few months earlier in this neighborhood because I liked the area and because I hadn’t yet made plans for what I was going to do with my good fortune. So, I could afford some hired help, and I jumped at the chance to help this young lad.
“Sure,” I replied. “Not only could I use a yard person, but I could someone to help me keep the house clean and to do odd jobs now and then. How much do you charge?”
Josh’s beautiful face lit up with the smile that would captivate me for the rest of my life. “Wow, that’s great...I mean, well, actually I don’t know. You’re the first person that’s been interested.” He looked down shyly.
“Well, I guess we could start with a flat fee per month and see how many hours I use you. Then we can decide whether I’m overpaying or underpaying you. Hmmm...how about $500 per month?”
Josh looked up and his eyes grew as large as melons. “Really?”
I smiled. “Really. Besides, you look like a nice guy and like you could use some spending money. I won’t work you too hard...I promise.” I stuck out my hand. “By the way, I’m Eric.”
Josh took it and we shook. “I’m Josh,” he said. “Glad to meet you, ‘boss.’” He smiled that smile again. My heart melted.
Over the next several weeks Josh came by daily to work in the yard and help me with the housework that I despised. We got a chance to visit a lot, and I learned that he had turned 18 the week before he first rang my doorbell, that his mother was a single mom who had raised him alone, that they had moved a lot while he was growing up because of her career, and that she had just taken a job as a VP at a large software firm in Seattle and had promised Josh that this job would last until he had graduated from high school.
The more I got to know him, the more I liked him as a real human being, not just a pretty boy. I was dying to know if he was gay, but I didn’t want to just come right out and ask him because I didn’t want to scare him away. Frankly, I wanted the domestic help more than I wanted to find out about his sexuality.
I opened the door from the house to the garage as he completed putting the mower back in its designated spot that hot August day. He was drenched in sweat, his Seattle Mariners t-shirt clinging to his torso. “Thanks, Josh,” I said. “Beastly day to have to do mowing...way too hot.”
He smiled. “No problem, Eric. Glad to help!”
“Want a cold drink?” I asked, motioning toward the door.
“That sound great, but....”
“But what?” I asked, sensing the hesitation in his voice.
“But I’m drenched,” he replied, pointing to his sweat-soaked clothing. “I don’t want to get your furniture all smelly and wet.”
“Well, you could grab a shower first if you want,” I proposed.
“That sounds like a great idea,” he replied. “While I’m in the shower I can clean it as well. It’s overdue.”
“Great. You know where the towels are. You can leave your clothes on the floor, and I’ll throw them in the laundry while you’re in the shower.”
“Okay,” Josh said, walking past me through the door. I breathed in deeply to take in his boy scent. It was intoxicating.
After he passed me, he stopped and turned back toward me, smiling. “Thanks, Eric,” he said with a twinkle in those magnificent blue eyes of his. Then he made his way down the hall to the bathroom.
I waited for a few seconds until I heard the shower begin to run, then walked down to the bathroom. I gently pushed the door open. I could see his silhouette behind the white shower curtain, tall and lanky. His clothes were in a pile on the floor. I bent down and picked them up--his t-shirt, black running shorts, jockey underwear, and white socks. I pressed them against my face and inhaled the perfume of his boy sweat. It made me grow hard as I imagined him naked in the shower. I half thought of getting undressed, pulling back the shower curtain, and joining him. “Don’t push it, Eric,” I said to myself. Taking my own advice, I turned to take his clothes out to the washer.
But I stopped when, much to my surprise, he began to whisper in an incredibly soft voice. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Suck me. Suck me, Eric. I want to cum for you.” The boy was masturbating in my shower--and imagining that he and I were having sex! I about collapsed with the realization. Clearly, he was enjoying himself, and clearly, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I couldn’t believe my good fortune--an 18-year-old blonde kid in my shower, naked, masturbating over me! I quickly pulled down by own shorts, setting my hard-on free, and began to stroke myself while I pressed his sweaty clothes against my face. Eventually I caught on to the rhythm of his stroking as he ran his hand up and down his own erection, and I stroked myself at the same rate, imagining the body I had not yet seen.
He kept up his fantasy dialog, encouraging me to continue servicing him orally. A few minutes later I heard him take a sharp breath, then emit a loud sigh as he shot his load. As I felt my balls tighten and push out their load, I pressed his sweaty clothes over my cock to absorb my semen.
I could hear him collapse against the shower wall, weak from the power of his orgasm. I imagined his sperm floating down the drain as I milked the last drops from my own now-limp cock. Not wanting him to know I had been there listening to him, I quickly left and made it to the garage before I collapsed against the washing machine to steady myself.
The realization of what had happened began to sink in. The 18-year-old neighbor boy whom I had been lusting after was not only gay but was also lusting after me! My dreams were about to come true. But I knew I dared not rush anything. I knew I needed to let him be in the driver’s seat. Clearly, he had set up a scene to give me an opportunity to discover his “secret.” I needed to let him complete his plan.
A couple of minutes later the shower stopped, and a couple of minutes after that Josh appeared in the kitchen, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was drop-dead gorgeous, standing there almost nude. His long blonde hair was still wet, hanging down to his shoulders. His chest, which I had never seen, was smooth except for two tiny brown nipples. His stomach was flat but not overbuilt--he had a swimmer’s build, lean but not overly muscular. I could see the faint outline of his flaccid penis behind the tightly wrapped towel, and the light blonde trail of hair that extended from his navel down behind his towel to his hidden crotch. His bare legs had the lightest blonde fuzz.
I felt weak. I wanted to grab him, pull him toward me, kiss him, loosen the towel, reveal his full body to me. But I didn’t. “How was the shower?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.
“Exquisite,” he replied, grinning that grin of his. “It felt really good to freshen up, relax and release some stress...” he hesitated a split second, “...from all that hard work.” Then he rubbed his hand against his stomach as he pulled back his hair with his other hand. “I’m ready for something...” he paused again, “...cold to drink,” he said, smiling impishly.
He knew. He knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me. He was toying with me, seeing how I’d respond. It dawned on me that he probably had no idea if I was straight or gay, so he was proceeding cautiously, not being too blatant, but giving enough hints that if I were gay, and if I did find him attractive, I would be free to respond. I decided to be coy for a little while more. “OK. It’ll take a while for your clothes to finish washing, so find a comfortable spot on the sofa in the living room and I’ll fix us some soda.”
He turned and walked around the corner into the living room. The lump in my throat almost choked me, and I fumbled with nervousness as I prepared our beverages. All I could do was wait and see what he would do next. He didn’t wait long to make his move.
As I walked into the living room he was standing facing away from me. He had removed the towel from around his waist and was drying his hair. His beautiful young ass stared at me, luring me in like bait. I cleared my throat to alert him to my presence. Slowly, not in any rush, he wrapped the towel around him and turned to sit down on the sofa. “Darn hair,” he said with an impish smile. “Takes forever to dry. I don’t know why I keep it so long.”
“Yeah, I can imagine it’s quite a pain,” I replied. “But I must admit that I think you look really good with long hair.” There it was. An opening for him. I wondered if he was sophisticated enough to get my hint.
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling. He rubbed his hand across his nipples, which were hard. “Maybe I’ll keep it then. Just to please you.” That’s all I needed to hear. I put the glasses on the coffee table and sat down on the other side of the sofa.
“I’d like that, Josh,” I said, smiling warmly. He blushed and reached for his beverage. “Josh,” I said. He looked up at me. “May I ask you a question?” He nodded. “A very personal question?” He nodded again. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I have to ask.”
He sat his drink back down on the coffee table, still looking at me. “That’s okay, Eric. You can ask me anything.” I could sense that he trusted me.
“Josh, while you were in the shower I popped into get your clothes so I could throw them in the washer. And, well ...” I hesitated.
“You heard me jacking off,” he said, completing my sentence.
Now I blushed. “Well, yeah,” I admitted. “But I also heard ...”
“You heard me asking you to keep sucking me,” he said, again completing my sentence.
I nodded silently, looking at him. He seemed frozen. So, I slowly leaned toward him, put my hand on his shoulder, and pressed my lips against his. I could feel his warm, sweet breath on my face as his lips parted and our tongues met. We engaged in a long, passionate kiss, then parted. Still close to him, I whispered, “I want you, too, Josh.”
His eyes lit up again and his face looked relieved. I motioned my head up a bit, and he stood, facing me. I could see his erection behind the towel as he reached for it and gently pulled it open. As he did, he let it drop to the floor. There he stood, gloriously and completely naked. His magnificent cock jutted straight out a good seven inches from the patch of golden blonde hair in his crotch. His balls were hanging low beneath, large and round. He was everything I thought he would be, and more. An amazingly beautiful young man-boy, fully aroused and clearly wanting me to make the next move.
I stood up, my own pole pushing against the fabric of my shorts and offered him my hand. He took it, and I led him up the stairs to my bedroom.
We stood in front of my bed, Josh naked and me fully clothed. We were both erect. We were both ready for what was about to happen.
“So,” I asked, “what do you want to do, Josh?”
“Have sex with you,” he replied, breathlessly.
“Undress me,” I said. Tentatively, he reached over and began to unbutton my shirt. I kicked off my running shoes as he fumbled with my buttons. Finally, the last button was unloosed, and he pulled my shirt off. I raised my arms and he pulled my white T-shirt up and off. As my chest was exposed, his eyes widened. He ran his right hand up and down, working his fingers through the light brown hair there. I grabbed his hand and moved it down, over my belly, to the button of my shorts. He took the hint and unbuttoned them before pulling down the fly. As the zipper lowered, they slipped off my hips and down to the floor. I stepped out of them.
Clad now, only in my white jockey shorts and white socks, I looked down at the tent pole inside of my shorts. Then I looked at him, as if to say, “Okay, finish the job.” Trembling, he moved both hands to my waist and tugged my shorts down. The elastic stretched to allow my cock to spring free, then they, too, fell to the ground. My seven-incher jutting out, waived proudly and expectantly. Josh inhaled. “Are you okay?” I asked, breaking the silence that had dominated my undressing.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s just that...well...I’ve never seen a man erect before. This is...well...this is my first time.”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say so.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Are you sure you want to lose your virginity?” I asked.
He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. I reached out and grabbed his face with my hands, pulling him toward me. We kissed, and as our bodies touched, he began to move his hands up and down my back. His warm erection met my belly and slid upwards as he squeezed my ass, kneading it with his fingers.
I stepped back, breaking our connection, and looked down at my erection. “Touch it, Josh. Explore.” He didn’t need any more prompting, and knelt, taking my cock into his hands. As he rubbed and viewed it, I almost came. But I was able to hold back, saving myself for him. Finally, after running his hands over most of my mid-section, he stood up.
“Suck me, Eric. Please.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I fell to my knees and took his glorious rod in my hands. It smelled fresh, like soap and water, and before I even took him in my mouth, he began to moan. I quickly swallowed him, giving him the full benefit of my warm, wet tongue, licking his cock head, then plunging down and taking the entire shaft into my mouth while I squeezed and tugged on his balls. I felt him grab the railing at the foot of the bed to keep his balance, before tossing his head back and crying out, “I’m going to cum!”
I locked my lips over the head of his cock and felt him begin to shoot his warm, salty boy jizz, which I eagerly swallowed. He gasped for air, the intensity of his orgasm overwhelming him. I felt his knees begin to tremble as if they were going to buckle. I grabbed his ass cheeks and support him as he completed pumping his first load into my hungry mouth.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he pulled out and stepped back. “Jesus,” he sighed, still looking as if he was going to collapse.
“It’s pretty intense, isn’t it?” I asked.
“No shit,” he said breathlessly. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”
“Just wait,” I said, smiling.
“You mean...”
“Yes, it gets better.” I looked down at my throbbing cock and motioned for him to take his turn. He smiled and knelt before me. His sucking was awkward, as was to be expected for someone who had never sucked a cock before. But he got into it quickly and sucked it quite earnestly. This time I didn’t hold back and, without thinking to warn him I was going to cum, began to spray into his young mouth.
He took in the first couple of squirts, then pulled away. I continued to shoot, spraying his face with my warm jizz.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, as I grabbed my shooting cock and milked the last few drops out of it, which fell onto his chest. He stood up. His face was covered with sperm, which began to drip down off his chin and onto his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, and strings of white cum connected his lips. “It tastes so salty,” he said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“It’s an acquired taste,” I acknowledged. “But once you get used to it, you crave it.” I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and wiped his face and chest. Clean now, I stepped back to look at the body of my teenage lover. Having spent his load, his cock was semi-flaccid, hanging down for the first time since had exposed himself to me in the living room.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I sighed.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for so long,” he replied.
I smiled, and took his hand, leading him to the side of the bed. I climbed up and motioned to him to follow me. We lay together; our legs intertwined and enjoyed the presence of each other. Finally, I broke the silence.
“So, this is your first time?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, brushing the hair back from my eyes.
“You never had sex before with anyone?” I asked. He shook his head. “Not even experimental?”
“When I was in the eighth grade, I became best friends with a kid named Jeremy. We talked about sex a lot, and sometimes we touched each other. But it never went any further. I really wanted to do more with him, but he was too scared. That’s about it for me.” He reached down and grabbed my dick, which began to grow hard again under his gentle touch. I reciprocated, and soon we were stroking each other.
I kissed him again, enjoying the warm moistness of his tongue. Finally, I whispered in his ear. “Josh?”
“Yeah.”
“I really want to fuck you.”
He pulled back a bit and looked at me very seriously. “Really?” I nodded. He thought for a moment, then said, “I really want to get fucked by you.”
“It might hurt a little, your first time,” I said protectively.
He nodded. “That’s okay. I want you to be inside of me. I want to feel you inside of me, Eric.”
I smiled and ran my hand through his blonde hair. “I’ll be gentle. It will be as special as your first blow job was,” I assured him. He nodded again.
I turned him over on his stomach and moved down between his legs. Pulling his cheeks apart, I moved my face down to his puckered hole. Like the rest of his body, it was completely hairless. As I put my tongue on it, I felt the electricity run through his body. “Jesus,” he moaned again.
I gave him a full rim job, darting my tongue in and out of his hole, before wetting my middle finger and gently pushing it inside. “Relax,” I whispered. He nodded, and his hole opened to my probing finger. First one, then two, finally three fingers slid inside of him. I knew he was ready for my cock.
I reached over to the bed stand and pulled open the drawer, removing my bottle of lubricant. I squirted some on my fingers, then pushed them again into him, injecting him with the slippery liquid. When he seemed well lubed, I told him to turn over. As he watched, I poured more lube onto my now hard cock, readying it to enter him. He watched, fascinated at what I was doing.
Then I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and positioned myself. “Relax again,” I said. “If it gets too uncomfortable and you want to stop, just say so.” He nodded again and closed his eyes.
Very gently I began to push. He was tight, but not too tight. With little effort I suddenly slipped completely inside of him. He gasped. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned that I had hurt him unintentionally.
“Yes. It doesn’t hurt at all. It just feels weird.”
I smiled. “Your first time. You’re not used to the sensation yet. But eventually, you’ll associate it with immense pleasure.” With that, I began to gently pull bock, then push in, then pull back. The gently rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of him appeared to be affecting him because his penis began to enlarge as I fucked him.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “That feels great. Keep going.”
Soon I was fucking him at full speed, my balls slapping against his ass cheeks as I completely buried my dick in him, then pulled it out before diving in again. He began to breathe hard and grabbed my head with his hands.
My brain was exploding with pleasure. I had never fucked someone so young before, and that, coupled with the realization that he was giving his virginity to me, brought me tremendous pleasure. Finally, I could feel my orgasm building to its climax. “I’m going to cum,” I shouted, and thrust deeply inside of him as my cock exploded. Simultaneously, he began to cum as well, never having touched himself. As I shot my load into him, he shot his load all over his chest and belly. The squeezing of his ass on my pumping cock only intensified my pleasure, and it seemed like forever until I completed emptying my balls.
Finally, my erection began to subside, and I slipped out of him. I crawled up beside him, and we kissed deeply. I rubbed his cum all over his chest as we kissed. “How was it?” I finally asked.
“God, Eric. That was fucking fantastic!”
I grabbed him and we held each other closely. Within minutes we were both asleep, regaining our energy after having each had two orgasms within the space of a half hour.
About an hour later I woke up. I propped my head on my hand and looked at him sleeping. His chest rose and fell gently with each breath, and his cock lay off to one side, exposing one of his balls. He was so gorgeous, so amazingly sexy. As I stared at him, he opened his eyes. When he saw me looking, he smiled. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” I asked.
“For making my dreams come true.”
“Your dreams?”
“Yes. Do you have any idea how many times during the past few months I’ve jerked off thinking about you? I’ve wanted you so badly. I’ve wanted to see you naked, feel you in my arms, taste you, kiss you. Working for you has been torture for me. I’d go home every day, drop my pants, and pull myself until I came, all the time remembering your smell, the curve of your ass, the slight bulge in your pants.”
I smiled as he told me this, for I felt the same way. “Ironic, isn’t it,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, after you left each day, I’d come up here and do the same thing. We were both jerking off thinking of each other and wishing we were together.”
“Eric,” he said softly.
“Yes.”
“Can I fuck you?”
I smiled again. “I’d love that, Josh.” I turned over on my stomach, and he repeated what I had done to him. When he turned me over and lifted my legs, I watched his now hard cock move toward my waiting hole. As he slipped inside of me, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. As he fucked me, I watched his face. His mid section moved forward and back, exposing his belly then hiding it.
It didn’t take him long to begin shooting, and I could feel the streams of sperm he was ejaculating inside of me as they spurted out. He cried out in pleasure as he came in me and then collapsed on top of me as his cock slipped out of its warm home. I pulled him tightly into me as I ran my hand through his long, blonde hair.
He finally raised up a bit and said, “You want to come and spend the night at my house?”
I did. And we did it…again and again and again.
