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Josh's Summer Job 2
Josh parked the truck and strolled to the back door of the large colonial house. As expected it was open. He could hear the television in the den and helped himself to a soda from the fridge. The house was air conditioned. Its chill environs made him shiver, and his nipples stood proud and sharp. He ran the cold can over one and twisted the other. His cutoffs grew tight in response. A middle aged man was in the den. He had short cut gray hair and a well manicured goatee. He was lounging on a leather couch. His robe was open. His cock was erect. It glistened as he teased the head and watched porn on the large monitor mounted on the wall.
"Hey Mr. Coyle."
"Right on time." He said looking up to admire the young stud standing in the doorway.
"Don't want to miss my weekly service call."
"That right?"
"My favorite stop," Josh smiled.
"You don't have to lie for me."
"Lie! Who's lying?" Josh said stepping between the man and the screen. "I'd don't know anyone that gives better head than you."
"That right."
"Damn right. Now get on your knees and lick the fuckin' sweat off my balls."
The man dropped to his knees from the couch. He reached for the button on Josh's cutoffs only to have his hand slapped away.
"Please?"
"Through the denim, been sweatin' all day, should be a real treat."
He mouthed the distended pouch of damp cotton material. The aroma and flavor of the young stud's crotch swept over him. He chewed and sucked as the package expanded and strained the already taut material. The head of Josh's growing meat appeared above the waist band of his shorts. Mr. Coyle saw it emerge and followed the shaft upward. The arrow shaped head leaked against his tongue. He sucked at the flaring slit, hungry for more of the oozing syrup.
Josh pushed the shorts down his hips. They puddled around his ankles and he stepped deftly from them and his sneakers. He pulled down on his long hard cock and let it go. It snapped up hard and slapped his tight belly leaving a wet imprint of the head beside his navel.
"C'mon pig, eat my sweaty sack."
The gentleman at his feet was only too happy to comply. He sucked ravenously at the boy's balls savoring the rich salty flavor and inhaling his musk.
"Oh yeah. Need it all today."
Josh turned and parted his dimpled ass. Sweat stained hurls of tawny hair led into the convoluted knot that marked its center.
"You want it don't ya Mr. Coyle. You love to eat my funky ass."
The man groaned uncontrollably as he buried his face in the Josh's ass. His tongue shot out to drill into its center. His hands massaged the well muscled mounds. Josh reached out for the wall. The sensations coursing through him were profound. He leaned forward giving the man servicing him every access. The tongue lapping at his anus was strong and skilled. It worked into him then stroked him from balls to backbone before returning to the core.
"Coulda got some from this pretty boy earlier today." Josh groaned. "He was hot for a test ride. But I been savin' this load special for you Mr. Coyle. Haven't jerked it or nuthin' for days, sure hope you're hungry?"
Josh turned and grabbed the man by his ears. His long cock twitched visibly. He drove it between the man's lips and pumped frantically. Mr. Coyle gurgled and gulped as cum jetted into his mouth. Josh pushed deeper, driving the long meaty pole into the man's gullet. Bursts of cum painted the rippling passage. The man swallowed the monumental load. It seemed to go on for minutes, Josh panting and grunting; Coyle gulping and slurping. At last Josh fell back and sat on the arm of the couch. Mr. Coyle followed him nursing on the steely pole, slowly milking up the last of the hot thick load.
Josh trembled and moaned but made no attempt to dislodge his tormentor. He reached down and gave his sagging balls a hard squeeze. Coyle sighed as another dollop of cream oozed into his mouth. He pouted when Josh finally pushed him away. Josh leaned forward and wrapped his arms beneath his knees. His supple frame and remarkable length brought the purple head of throbbing cock within reach. Bobbing gently he was able to engulf several inches of his own meat and sucked hard to draw out a sample of his own discharge. Coyle had returned to working Josh's balls and ass. His expert attention kept Josh erect and thrumming despite the recent orgasm.
"Where's your toy?" Josh gasped.
Coyle's eye opened wide. Josh had only ever allowed him to play with his ass orally. He fumbled with the drawer of the end table and nearly dropped the lube and vibrator stored there. He anointed the toy and brought it gently to Josh's pulsing hole. He turned the dial and the metal cylinder buzzed to life.
"Fuck me." Josh demanded through gritted teeth.
He pressed the vibrating toy to Josh's hole.
"Do it!"
The knob of the metal dildo popped into his taut anal ring. Josh clamped down hard on the cold metal tube. The vibration sent chills through his body and his cock hardened and leaked once more.
"Now pump my ass and suck me."
Coyle did as he was told. He took the long hard cock between his lips and began sucking. His hands remained busy as well. One driving the vibrator in and out Josh's ass with a firm steady rhythm, the other exploring the boy in ways he was not usually allowed. He plucked at Josh's nipples and tickled his ribs. He followed the lines and contours of the boy's hard smooth body. He used the vibrator to explore the anal canal, pressing it upward under his throbbing cock in search of the button. Josh's body tightened when Coyle finally located the sensitive structure. His muscles drew up in tight bunches and his skin flushed. The flow from the head of his cock increased and his balls drew upward in their sack.
Coyle milked the boy's balls as they tightened, and took more and more of the shaft into his throat. The angle and extreme rigidity of the member made the chore difficult. At last he found the position, standing between Josh's wide splayed thighs and descending on the hard column from above. He matched his oral progress with that of the dildo; stroking the prostrate in time with his bobbing head.
Josh took hold of Mr. Coyle's head and fucked viciously into the man's throat. His gut clenched tight to the vibrator that was driving him toward the brink of another tremendous cum. He cried out as the sensation overwhelmed him. His balls ached. Veins and tendons stood out across his body in bold relief. With a deep groan he came. The first blast was lost deep in the man's throat. Coyle could feel the volley as the hard shaft jerked in his gullet. Josh pulled back until just the head of his enraged cock was in the man's mouth. Molten lust filled Coyle's mouth and leaked from the corners of his lips. The taste and smell flooded his senses. Josh slid to the floor panting. Coyle sat back on his heels, swallowing a mouthful of the boy's seed and licking the remnants of discharge from his hand and face.
As Coyle finished he noticed Josh still quivering. The vibrator still hummed in the boy's ass. Coyle eased the toy from him and shut it off. He licked drops of cum from Josh's belly and chest and seeing Josh did not protest nursed on one of his nipples for a self indulgent moment. Josh sighed and directed the man to his other nipple. He smiled at the man pleasuring him, before gently disentangled himself.
"Mind if I get a shower before I start your lawn?"
"Can I help."
"Wash me?"
"Yes."
"If ya want, I guess."
Coyle led Josh upstairs to the master bath. He shampooed Josh's hair and scrubbed his back. He used the wash cloth and lufa until the boy's skin glowed.
Coyle ran his hand over the boy's muscled ass. His fingers lingered in the cleft and massaged the convoluted ring he had so recently feasted on. Lovingly he massaged and washed the boy's groin. Exploring every crevice and cleaning every aperture. He scrubbed Josh's shapely legs and then his feet.
He then dried the boy once more feasting his eyes on the near perfect frame, and the long smooth lines of his body. He wanted more, he always wanted more when it came to Josh, but the boy carefully controlled the situation. Josh slipped back into his cutoffs and sneakers. He headed out to cut the lawn. Before he'd finished Coyle emerged from the house carrying his golf clubs. He stowed them in the trunk of his new Mercedes and headed for the club. When Josh finished up he found an envelope on his dash, in it was his pay for the afternoon's labor. On the seat was a leather jacket that Josh had once admired in Coyle's company at the mall.
Josh was raking up after having cut the shrubs at his last stop for the day. As he bagged the last of the debris Mrs. Johnson appeared on the veranda with a pitcher of lemonade.
"Care for a cold drink?" She offered.
"Sure would, it's been a scorcher."
She was in her late thirties, but cycled and played tennis to stay in shape. She was wearing a pair of shorts and sleeveless blouse. Her black hair was cut moderately long and draped to a soft curl at her shapely neck. A drop of sweat ran down between her ample breasts. Josh smiled and took a deep drink of the icy lemonade. He closed his eyes and ran the glass across his forehead relaxing into the chair. She drank in his long lean body, allowing her gaze to linger on the pronounced lump gathered in his lap. He stretched and in the process spread his legs wider and drew the material tight around his ample endowment.
"Suppose I should get goin'." He said rising to leave.
"Have you finished? I didn't know."
"Unless there's somethin' else you need done?"
"Come in, I'll get my check book."
The room was cool and inviting. There was something simmering on the stove.
"Sure smells good." Josh said leaning close.
"It's just a little soup."
"Not the soup ma'am," Josh whispered, smiling shyly.
The comment caught her off guard. She looked into his eyes. Golden lashes fluttered over his crystal blue orbs. The tip of his tongue brushed his upper lip. She blushed. He was closer than she expected. He smelled of hard work, soap and new mown lawn. Her lips parted as she sighed. He moved in and kissed her lightly; then quickly moved back, but not away. She was excited and frightened. Their eyes locked again. The passion in his eyes was evident. She groaned and pulled him into an embrace. His body was hard and lean. Their tongues dueled and teeth clicked. He pressed her into the counter, his groin rode her hip. The unmistakable hardness there made her knees weak. He guided her hand to it. Her eyes widened as she assayed his endowment. He cupped her breast. It was full and ripe to the touch. A few deft moves and the buttons for her blouse allowed him better access. He pulled the sports bra beneath the two great pale melons and bent to suckle the ripe red nipples that strained to meet him. Her hands ran through his damp curls and drew him back and forth between her breasts. He paused and cupped one in each of his large hands, then kissed her deep and hard.
He stepped back from her. She leaned against the counter for support. He pushed the cutoff down his slim hips and stepped out of them and his sneakers. His long cock swayed before him. Her eyes were riveted to it. It dripped and pulsed visibly. She reached out for it. He smiled and pushed her hand away. He gave it several long slow strokes. She surveyed his entire form. She'd never experienced anything so virile, so enticing, so sexual. He smiled seeing her desire unmasked. He kissed her lightly and sank to his knees. Her shorts rolled down her round hips. The scent of her fired his lust. Her panties were drenched, and he lapped and sucked at the sheer material until her taste filled him. He tore the material with his teeth and parted her swollen lips with his nose. The bridge of it rode up against her clit as his tongue dipped into her molten core. She cried out and once more took hold of his tawny locks. He slurped and sucked the glorious flow, letting her orgasm mount as she rode his face. She ground into him relentlessly, crashing from peek to peek. He continued the sensuous torture until her knees weakened and she began to slump toward the floor.
Pleased with his accomplishment he licked his way upward. Long arms looped beneath her knees. He lifted her easily to the countertop, parting her legs and setting his hardness in her sopping gash. With long slow strokes he anointed his length. He leaned forward for another kiss. His face was slick. She savored her own juices from his lips. He fisted his manhood and brought himself into alignment.
"Do you want it?" He whispered in her ear.
She shuddered and croaked an inaudible response.
"Tell me."
"Fuck me." She moaned.
He thrust, short and hard. Six smooth inches pierced her. Her hips hitched in response. More of his hard tool slid home. She gasped. He rolled his hips, long and slow. Her eyes opened wide as she felt movement deep within her. A last thrust and his balls slapped her upturned ass.
She rocked against him; short hard thrusts of her pelvis riding the long pole that speared her gut. He reached down and plucked at her distended clitoris. Her body quaked in return. Slowly he pulled back. The flanged head of his appendage threatened to fall free. He changed directions. The speed and power of his thrust caused the room to echo with the impact of their bodies. A dozen hard swift strokes followed. Then he held himself deep within her and stirred with wide circles of his hips. Her head snapped from side to side. Her nails clicked against the countertop seeking a handhold. She wrapped him in a desperate embrace. Again his hips flailed hard causing the sharp sound of flesh slapping flesh to fill the space.
He rose to observe her. His body was bathed in fresh sweat. He was flushed with effort. He pulled her legs together and pushed them back into her chest. Her swollen pussy rolled into sight. Once more he drove his nose into the crevice, slurping and sucking the moisture from her hole like it was nourishment for which he starved. Then he captured her clit and ravaged it with his tongue and teeth; sucking and nipping at the proud hard knob `til she begged for respite.
He delved lower, parting her plump ass, and sweeping his tongue through the long smooth valley between her mounds. Her asshole puckered like a sunrise, and pulsed beneath his probing. Stiffening the oral appendage he pressed for entry. She squealed and wriggled as he moved slowly within. Deeper and deeper his tongue slithered, opening her along with a desire she had never considered. Again he stood over her. His cock wedged into her swampy slit. He rode atop her bringing her to the edge of orgasm once more. Then fit the arrow shaped head of the slick tool to her anus.
"It's cherry ain't it?" He panted.
She nodded unable to speak.
"You want me to pop it?"
Yes," she whispered.
He rolled his hips. The anal knot spread just enough to kiss the tip. He relaxed slowly allowing his weight to come to bear. Her sphincter unwound in tiny increments finally allowing the head to slip in. Her breath came in tiny gasps. His cock widened just past the flair of the head. He pressed and she spread wider as he passed within, the long shaft slowly sliding in on a slick of her own creation. Half way home he paused. She was panting hard and amazed at the sensation. He pulled back slightly then drove anew.
Gently he stroked, rocking slowly in and out of her anal passage with practiced patience. With each pass he used a little more of the length, pulling back just a little farther and pressing in just a little harder. By the time he was using half his length he was once again hammering into her body. She raved incoherently as she took hold of his flexing ass. She'd never been fucked like this and she didn't want it to stop. Suddenly he withdrew. He stood over her panting. The hard tool in his hand was purple at the head.
"Tell me what you want?" He demanded, breath heaving his chest to greater dimensions.
"I want you to fuck me with that stud meat." She spat desperate for more of what he offered.
Josh slammed back into her ass. He fucked hard and long holding her legs high and wide. He tore free of her ass and shoved the pole into her pussy. Once again she ranted and raved as the boy between her legs proved to be more man that she'd ever hoped to find. Josh felt the edges of his own orgasm begin to coalesce. His balls tightened and his legs clenched. He fell atop her sweat slick body and pumped, no longer thinking about her, simply laboring toward a blissful release. His breath grew short. He grunted as the lightning flashed behind his eyes and the bolts of lust fired deep within her. His effort spurred her to one last surge. She clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he moved her in ways she had not experienced since delivering her last child.
Finally they lay still sodden and steaming on the countertop. In the far doorway of the adjacent room someone stood watching. As Josh recovered he recognized Billy, her eldest son. They were classmates. Their eyes met. Billy's hand grasped hard at the lump in his jeans. He retreated from the room. Josh waited a long moment not sure what would happen next. Mrs. Johnson pulled him to her for another kiss. His flagging cock was still buried in her twitching vagina. He slid it free, it was still tender. She slid from the counter to her knees, kissing the head and gently licking away the remnant of their discharge from the shaft.
In a bathroom he washed quickly at the sink and slipped back into his cutoffs and sneakers. The kitchen smelled of sex, but she was cleaning the counter and had opened the windows. But for her damp hair, she was once more the proper suburban housewife. She smiled a knowing smile and touched his chest. He beamed back and she handed him the check. It was for twice the agreed price. As he packed the tools back in the pickup he noticed Billy sitting on the front steps.
"Hey Billy, you okay?"
"Yeah I guess."
"Got hot watchin' yer Mom, huh?"
He rose quickly, but Josh stood in his way.
"Dude, she's a really hot lady."
Billy didn't say a word. He looked deep into Josh's eyes then walked around him and toward the driveway.
"Look, it'll never happen again okay. I promise." Josh said rushing to catch up with him.
Billy just stopped and shook his head. Josh didn't know what else to say. He walked to the truck and got in. He hung his head and wishing this hadn't happened, but there was no way to take it back. When he looked up Billy was standing beside the truck, a tear coursing down his cheek. He brushed the black hair from his eyes and set his hand on Josh's exposed arm.
"I got hot watchin' you." He admitted.
Josh was surprised. He and Billy had never been close, but they'd known each other since grade school, taking the same bus, sharing a table at lunch, playing on the same teams. He looked the boy over recognizing the same classic lines and features that had enticed him into seducing the boy's mother.
"Pretty sad huh?" Billy shuddered as another tear joined the first.
"Sad," Josh wondered. "Why sad?"
"I'm a fag."
"You're no pansy."
"What?"
"You're not a fairy."
"I'm..."
"Hot for me. So??"
"You're not angry about that?"
"About a cute guy that's hot for me, no way!"
Billy looked confused.
"You busy tonight?"
"I'm--no."
"Ya know the Redmen?"
"Know who?"
"Never mind."
"Never mind!"
"I'll call you around eight okay?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes tonight. That is if you're interested in some of what you saw?" Josh said starting the truck and backing away.