This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. It started in 1995 when John came to my house and ask if I would like for him to mow my yard. He was a 14 y/o neighborhood guy and I was working long hours, so I figure he could use the money and I would get my grass cut. At the time, I was 37 y/o and I do like young guys. I guess that goes back when I was 13 y/o and had a 12 y/o friend and we exchanged blow jobs. Most of the time, John would mow my grass when he got home from school and I would not be home. So I started put his money in an envelope and tape it to my front door with his name on it so he could have the money without having to get up with me.
After several weeks of him doing my yard, I started wondering if he would be interested in receiving a good blow job from another guy. His body was slim and semi-hairy and that is one thing I like for my guys. So when I would leave his money in the envelope, I would also left a note taped to the door asking if he was interested in getting some good deep throat head. I did this several times for the next couple of years until he left me a note saying he was not gay and for me to quit leaving these notes. He is still mowing my yard, so I figure he was not too mad.
I gave up on getting in his pants until one night in June, 2009 when I woke up hearing someone knocking on my back door. When I open the door, there stood John asking if I would give him a blow job. We went into my living room; he dropped his shorts and sat down on my couch. What I saw in front of me was a nice 8x6" cut cock that needed some attention. I got down on my knees between his legs and starting given him a good slow sucking. After sucking for about 5 minutes, he told me he was going to cum, shot that load down my throat, and got up pulling his shorts back up and left. He did tell me that was a good blow job I gave him.
I was thinking that would be that last time I would get the chance to blow him but in about a month, he was knocking on my door again. John told me that his girlfriend was good in bed but would not give him head. I tell him I am sorry that she will not suck his cock but I am happy about it.
After a few of these meetings, one night while I was sucking his cock, he asks me if I wanted him to return the favor. I told him I was not going to ask him to do anything he did not feel comfortable doing. So I sat on the couch and he started sucking my cock. I don't think this was his first time at giving a guy head because he was good. After a few minutes, he had me getting close to shooting my load and he jerked me off and sat back down on the couch for me to swallow his load.
Every time we have met, he will make the statement that I must like sucking his cock and I tell him with a cock like his, I wish I could suck it several times a week. I have not been able to suck it that often, but he will text me about every 6 weeks and asks if he can stop by. During our meetings, I would talk with him about the neighborhood guys he grew up with. They never did anything sexual with each other but he has jerked off with them. All of these guys have always been on my mind whenever I was jerking off. There are 5 of them and I have always wanted to get into their pants. John has told me about their cock sizes, so I guess that is better than nothing.
Most of the time when John will text me asking if he can stop by, I will tell him come on and bring one of those neighborhood guys with you. None of them live in this neighborhood, but two of them do live in the county. I never said anything to them, but from my actions over the years, I am hoping they will come knocking on my back door like John did that night. John should be asking me soon about mowing the yard this summer.