My Summer Job

My next assignment required some real work—mowing a lawn in the huge back yard of an upscale suburban home. I was to perform as “Andy” the Boy Next Door and call the client “Mr. Benson.”

The house was really beautiful, a classic three-story brick with a slate roof and a large veranda and patio in the rear, all shaded by big trees. As it had been described to me previously, the yard was a quarter acre of beautiful lawn with a nice pool to one side and a wooden garden shed on the other, set back out of sight from the house. I entered, as instructed, through a back gate, wearing only loose basketball shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt, and sneakers with no socks.

The client was on the patio seated at a table with a laptop computer open. He was a good-looking guy, about 38, probably married-but-had-a-few-male-encounters-in-college-and-wants-to-try-it-again. I waved and called out “Hey, Mr. Benson. Is it OK for me to do the lawn now?” ‘Mr. Benson’ waved back and said “Sure, Andy. Let me know when you’re done.”

So, I pulled out the mower from the shed, started it up, and began passing back and forth across the lawn. I glanced at him every time I came near the patio and a couple of times, I very subtly groped my crotch, until I happened to catch him looking at me, so I stopped.

It was about noon and the sun was hot, so I was sweating heavily. I honestly needed to take off my shirt, but you can be sure I put on a nice show of pulling it slowly over my head and showing my armpits. Sure enough, when I looked over to him, as if to “cruise” him a little, he was looking right back at me.

I finished with the mowing and pushed the machine back into the shed and then waited to see what his next move would be. I didn’t need to be acting here; this was a very sexy situation, and I was very turned on. I dropped my shorts, grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it up. And went on waiting, stark naked in the hot shed. Three or four agonizingly long minutes passed before Mr. Benson called out,

“Are you finished, Andy?”

“Um, yeah, almost...”

“Are you OK?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m OK.”

Finally, I heard his footsteps coming closer. When he got to the shed, he looked in and saw me naked with my stiff boner in hand. I pretended shock and embarassment.

“Oh, shit, Mr. Benson, you caught me. Sorry. I’m sorry. I just had to get some relief. It’s so hot today and you make me...”

He stepped in quickly, took my head in both his hands, and planted a massive tongue- kiss in my mouth. Then, without another word he dropped down to his knees and went to work on my rock-hard cock, taking to it like a desperate man who’s been starved of food for too long and who now finds himself at a full banquet table. He gave my cock a full treatment, swallowing the shaft, swirling around the head, licking my balls—all the while moaning and humming, while he gorged himself on me.

“You’re so hot, Mr. B. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

He stood up then and closed the door to the shed, kicked off his sandals, pulled off his shirt, and dropped his shorts to show his own cock standing out fully erect. The shed was lit then only by a small window. I moved right in, grabbed his ass, and pressed our naked bodies together. I pulled his face to mine in a hard kiss and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He took it like he took my cock, as if he was starving, breathing heavily through his nose, and whimpering in a low tone. With the door closed the shed got very hot. Soon we were both sweating heavily, and our bodies got slippery as we stroked and groped each other’s body. He gave back as good as I gave him. I didn’t need to stay in character. This was great sex, and I was major turned on.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and said, “I want you in me Andy.” He turned around and leaned forward a bit with his hands on the wall. I put my hand in between his cheeks and discovered that he was already slick and wet. Mr. B had come in pre-lubed for sex! It was easy then to press the head of my cock past his sphincter and push in. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I went in inch by inch until he had my whole shaft. He grunted once then, moaned softly once, and finally said “Do it, Andy.”

So I did. I started with long, slow strokes, gradually picking up my pace until I was banging him about once per second.

We were generating a lot of heat and the air in the shed was stifling. Our bodies grew even more slick with sweat, and I knew we were both getting close to cumming, so I pressed myself to his back, wrapped my arms around him, nuzzled close to his ear, and started to talk dirty.

“You are so fucking awesome, Mr. B. So hot... Ohhhh, your hot ass feels so fucking good on my cock... You’re so hot, you make me so fucking hard... Do you like my hard cock in your ass?... I’m gonna cum inside your ass. Are you ready for a blast of hot cum in your ass, Mr. B? I’m really close... I want to see you pump out some cum and hear it splash on the floor. Are you ready to shoot, too? Yes? Yeah...”

He said nothing, but his breathing was getting faster and faster. I reached around for his cock and found that it was now full-blown erect and ready to blow, as was I. I gave one more push into him and whispered, “C’mon, let’s do it, Mr. B. Let’s cum together... now!”

With that I could feel his body go tense and his ass muscles clenched down on my cock, and as I blew a big load into him, I could feel the cum pumping through his shaft and heard it landing in big splats on the floor of the shed.

It took a minute for us to calm down. Mr. Benson gradually started breathing normally, so I pulled out slowly and kissed the back of his neck, my arms stilled wrapped around him. We were both silent until he said,

“The lawn will need mowing every Saturday morning, Andy.”