Once Upon A Summertime SeXStoRY

My summers were usually an interesting time for me. I lived with my Dad back then and while he was at work, I was home alone a lot of the time. Even at that young age I was fascinated by the nude body, especially males. Many times while at home by myself, I would strip naked and be nude for the rest of the day until just before my dad got home. It gave me such a feeling of freedom and was also exciting at the same time. A lot of times I would get up on the couch and look at my smooth nude body in the mirror. I would thrust my hips up and down making my penis flop until it became hard. I would then run around the house basking in the feeling of being nude and free and uninhibited. I thought about naked men a lot. I had seen some pictures and had even managed to view a few porn scenes back then and I knew that when males got older, they sprouted hair just above their penises and that when their male organs got real excited, they would squirt out this sort of whitish colored fluid. I couldn’t wait until that happened to me, but in the meantime I thought about developed naked males a lot. I had managed to sneak a peek at my dad nude a couple of times. One time when he was showering, I opened the door just a crack and positioned myself in such a way that I could just see inside when he got out of the shower. I just barely caught a glimpse of his flaccid penis and I got a decent view of his bare butt. I thought that was pretty exciting to see and managed to slip away from the door before he opened it. Sometimes when I would shower, I would emerge from the bathroom totally naked hoping that he would see me nude. It was exciting to me for another person to look at my naked body. To know someone, especially a man, seeing me nude was a real thrilling feeling. This was a kind of hidden pleasure that I kept secret from my friends. There were times when I was much younger that when a buddy would spend the night, we would fondle each other under the covers. That was a lot of fun but as I got a bit older those things ceased to happen and I knew that the implications were much heavier and so I just suppressed any such desires around my buddies. So privately, I was a very highly sexual young boy. I didn’t know all about the facts of life at that time but I was slowly discovering that thinking about activities while nude, especially with another man, sounded pretty damn exciting. One major object of my private thoughts at that time was a man that would come around every couple of weeks and cut the grass and do some trimming and generally care for our lawn. His typical method was to mow our yard shirtless. I would often times sit inside the house while watching him out the window. His sweaty torso would glisten in the sun and his tight shorts would accent a very shapely looking butt. As you may have already guessed, most of the time when I watched him I was totally naked. I would play with my penis until it was completely erect while trying to imagine what he might look like without his shorts on. I pictured his imaginary nude figure making the rounds around our yard, his sweaty buns subtly moving up and down sort of piston-like as he walked. I loved it when he would show up to care for our lawn because it gave me a real life male to focus my attention on. And focus I did. So much so in fact that even days when he wasn’t scheduled to show up I found my thoughts would often drift to him and his classic male features. Sometimes I would strip naked and lay on my bed with my penis standing straight in the air imagining his shorts suddenly falling down as he worked in the yard. I wanted to see this man naked so badly. One particular night while in bed I actually formulated a sort of plan. I had managed to sneak a couple of peeks at my dad when he showered; what if I invited this man into the house to use our shower after he completed his lawn care duties? The more I thought about it, the more excited I got and began to think it was at least worth a shot. He wasn’t scheduled to show up for another three days but I had made up my mind that I would at least make the offer. When the big day arrived, he showed up at just after noon. I walked outside to greet him. I was nervous but determined to carry out my little scheme. After some casual banter about how hot it was and how I was enjoying my summer, I finally blurted out, “After you are done, you can use our shower if you want.” My heart was racing. I did it. I actually said it. He gave me a sort of puzzled look as if that was the last thing he expected me to say. “No, I think I’ll just finish up here and go home and take care of that” he said with a chuckle. I felt a sudden feeling of embarrassment. He had rejected my offer and I didn’t have any sort of backup plan. “Oh, okay”, I said as I turned around and slinked back to the house in defeat. I went inside and sat down on the couch feeling very disappointed. I was thinking that I should have never said anything at all about it. I was thinking about how stupid my idea was as I heard him fire up the lawnmower outside. Moving toward the window, I didn’t even feel like taking off my clothes now. I just kind of watched him and kept regretting that I had said anything to him about taking a shower. So I turned away and started watching TV and generally passed the time away doing other things. After a couple of hours had passed, I heard a knock at the door. This was really unusual. Normally he would just leave after he was finished. I blankly walked toward the door and opened it. He was standing there shirtless and sweaty and looking gorgeous. “Thanks for the offer earlier, but I thought maybe I could get a glass of ice water from you?” “Sure, come on in”, I replied quickly. As he stepped inside I went off to fetch a glass of ice water for him. I returned and handed it to him. “Are you by yourself most of the time during the summer?” he asked. “Yeah, but I’m pretty used to it” I didn’t really have much time to process the fact that he was standing in my house after I thought I had failed to at least get him to do that. “Your dad usually get home late?” he asked in between sips from the glass. “He gets here around 6 most days.” “Don’t you get lonely being here by yourself all day?” “Not really. I usually find stuff to do most of the time.” He smiled at me and said, “A few weeks ago I thought I saw you through the window without your clothes on.” My face immediately turned red. I always thought I was far enough away from the window where no one could see me. I must have had a stunned look on my face because he said, “Oh its okay. I know boys like to do stuff like that when they are by themselves.” “I did it sometimes when I was younger”, he continued, “Hell, sometimes I still do it. Its kind of fun isn’t it?” My heart was pounding. This was not what I expected our conversation to be about. I was almost too embarrassed to say anything. I let out a weak, “yeah”, in reply. “Well….” He drew out the word and then said in measured tones, “I was thinking that since we both like to do it; what if we took our clothes off together?” My pulse raced, my palms were sweaty. I began to feel a bit dizzy. I had hoped to get a brief peek at his nude body as he used our shower. Now he is offering to strip naked in front of me. The more I thought about it I kind of started to get excited too. “Okay” I heard myself say. “Want to do it now?” he asked. I nodded my head in the affirmative. I could feel my penis starting to grow in my pants. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. It was one of those completely out of the blue ultra-surreal moments. He asked, “Mind if I take your clothes off for you?” Now my penis was fully erect. “Okay” I said. He stepped towards me and reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. His breathing was heavy and his hands were kind of trembling as he rubbed them on my stomach and chest. His intent was clearly more than just being naked together. He got down on his knees and began rubbing my crotch through my pants. “You seem to be enjoying this” he stated when his hand discovered my full erection. He rubbed my crotch a bit more and then unbuttoned my pants and slid down the zipper pulling my pants to the floor in the process. He began rubbing my cock through my now tented underwear. In a rapid motion he pulled my underwear down and immediately put his mouth on my penis and began sucking on it. His mouth felt so good and warm that I heard myself let out a series of moans. I wasn’t expecting this! But I love it! He reached around and grabbed both of my naked buns and squeezed them as his tongue began circling my incredibly hard cock. I don’t think it had ever been this hard before. This was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I could feel his hot breath on my crotch and his amazing mouth getting my penis all wet with his saliva. His tongue circled and licked my small cock head causing me to experience an unbelievable ecstatic sensation. He then stood up and with visibly trembling hands started rapidly removing his shorts. It happened so quickly that before I knew it, he was standing there totally naked with a very large and erect penis. It was a beautiful thing to behold. I was having thoughts about putting my mouth on it when he picked me up and carried me over to the couch and sat me down on his lap facing him. Up to this point in my life I had never been kissed on the mouth. But in short order he began giving me a tutorial on how it is done properly. He kissed me furiously as his hands excitedly caressed my back. My hard penis was pressed up against his stomach and I could feel his enormous dick rubbing up against my buns and butt crack. His pubic hair was tickling my balls. His tongue danced around inside my mouth. His hips started an up and down motion. I could feel the heat from his dick as it rubbed against my skin. He kissed my mouth as if he were truly starving for it. My mind didn’t have time to process this whirlwind of activity but I was having the most fun I had ever had in my life up to that point. His hot heavy breathing on my face added an element of passion to the experience. “Get on your hands and knees” he suddenly ordered as he lifted me off of him and onto my stomach on the couch. He positioned himself behind me as I lifted my butt up into the air. He began rubbing his swollen cock up and down my butt crack. I could feel his cock head tickling my anus. I felt a sort of wetness deposited on my tight butthole. “Such a sweet little ass, such a sweet hot ass” he said while his cock continued its up and down exploration of my butt crack. He then took my butt cheeks and squeezed them around his penis and began fucking my ass cheeks, rubbing up and down in a rapid motion. The heat from his dick and the friction of his action caused a warm almost hot sensation on my tightly squeezed buns. This was dirty, this was deviant and I was loving every minute of it. It felt so wrong that it felt wonderfully right. This was the kind of fun I had always longed for and this hot handsome man was providing all the entertainment. He began moaning louder and louder, “Oh yeah, Oh fuck yeah”. His exclamations were soon thundering throughout the house. I could feel his balls hitting my own balls as his hips rapidly thrust back and forth. My penis was hard like steel. Suddenly he raised up just a little and soon was erupting that white colored liquid I mentioned earlier that men do when they get really excited all over my back in rapid rhythmic squirts. One such deposit landed as far as between my shoulder blades. His demeanor abruptly changed from sexual passion to one of nervous uncertainty. “Don’t get up. Just stay like that and don’t move. I don’t want any of that to get on the couch or floor”, he said as he rapidly began to get dressed. I was still in my prone position when he finished dressing. “I’m going to carry you into the bathroom and put you in the shower so you can wash that off” he said. He walked over and placed one hand under my chest and the other under my thighs and picked me up and carried me into the bathroom in a horizontal position. He stood me up in the shower and backed away. I could feel his now cooling goo start to slide down my back. He started giving me a stern lecture on the importance of secrecy regarding what we had just done. As he was talking to me I could feel some of his mucus-like white liquid just start to slide down to the top of my butt crack. After my repeated assurances of secrecy to him, he quickly turned and left. I was left standing there in a bewildered state of ecstasy. My mind was in a wonderful place of confused passion. I loved the deviancy of what had just happened to me. I was reluctant to wash his juices off of me. Then I got a most dirty and gloriously decadent idea. I reached around and scooped most of his goo into my hand and started rubbing it between my butt cheeks, relishing the sticky gooey feeling of this hot man’s now cool juice on my butt, rubbing my anus with it, pushing my coated finger a little bit inside, appreciating that he had left something of his for me to play with. A few days after my encounter with our lawn guy, I heard my dad talking about needing to find someone else to take care of our lawn. When I asked him about why our regular caretaker wouldn’t be doing it anymore, he said that the guy called and said that he had scheduled someone else in our time slot. This was disappointing to me because I was really looking forward to the next time he came to our house. Years later I realized that the temptation of my availability would have been too much for him to resist. I also later surmised that my offer of using our shower had caused an already moderate temptation to have a sexual encounter with me to boil over in his mind and to make him really want to act out on it. But little does he know how much I appreciated that experience with him and I will always be grateful for that special summer afternoon we had together.