Let them be free

Summer had arrived and I was ready for the change. It was time to start up my little lawn mowing business again, workout in the family garage, and play sand volleyball. My favorite thing about the summer though was the fact that the sun was out, it was hot, and it gave me a good reason to wear as little as possible. I loved the warmth of the sun on my skin. I enjoyed the tan lines I would get that only seemed to draw more attention to my cock in the showers. I enjoyed showing off the work I had put into my body developing my broad shoulders, large pecs, and chiseled abs.

When I started preparing my schedule for mowing lawns I was impressed to see that it had grown. Just by word-of-mouth I had almost doubled my lawns from last summer. My mom also mentioned that a new neighbor had moved in down the street and expressed interest in my services. She suggested that I go down and meet him, and see if I could add his lawn to my list of yards.

This was my least favorite part - selling myself. But since mother had suggested I went down to his home to introduce myself. When he opened the door I was surprised! My mother had said he was an older single gentleman. I had expected an old, age-ridden, man. Instead a taller man with a solid build and silver/white hair stood before me. He must have noticed my surprise because he laughed and said, “You must be Kevin. Are you here to talk business about my lawn?”

This surprised me more because I had not said anything, or even talked with him before. Once again he must have noticed my confusion and said, “You smell of grass and your mother said you would come down and visit today. Will you come in, I have some lemonade waiting. We can talk business over a glass of lemonade.” And he turned, walking into his house, expecting me to follow. I did.

After a few glasses of lemonade I left and Dave was a new client. This was proving to be a lucrative start to a good summer. Sun. Working out. Money. All good things.

One hot weekend while I was mowing the lawn, Dave called out to me and reminded me he had some lemonade made in the kitchen. This was a normal event. Dave was always thoughtful of the hot summer days. I expressed gratitude and said I would be in after I finished the section of grass I was working on.

After finishing that section of the front yard I let myself in the home and went to the kitchen where I found the cold lemonade waiting. I was excited for the reprieve from the dry and sunny heat. I had already mowed a few lawns and felt my back might have started to burn. I didn’t have a shirt with me, since I just mowed in my shorts, and the air conditioned coolness in the house felt nice.

While I sat back enjoying the cool lemonade Dave walked in. I stood up embarrassed and apologized, “I should have announced my entrance. Umm, sorry Dave.” I started to leave, keeping my eyes on the ground.

Laughing Dave said, “It’s not like I’m naked. I do have a bathrobe on. I should be apologizing to you. I had just assumed you would have come in earlier to get out of the heat. The grass is looking great. Do you think I should water it more? Sit, tell me how my yard is doing. You haven’t finished your lemonade either. And it looks like your back might be burning. Take a break.”

“Well, okay. Thanks. It is hot out there. I guess I should have brought a shirt to cover up.”

Again Dave laughed, “A shirt! No shirt needed. Just more sunscreen next time. While you are young you should enjoy ever moment you can with as much skin exposed to the sun. No one wants to see an old man mowing his yard without his shirt on.”

We had a laugh over that. I sat back down and returned to drinking my lemonade. As we talked about his lawn I learned that Dave was going out for the afternoon and was just about to jump into the shower. Sitting on a barstool across from me, Dave was situated just slightly above me, and I had to look up at him. He asked me to pass him the pitcher, and I did, but when I returned to my seat I noticed his robe must have shifted. Dave had been right, he did have a robe on, but he was naked underneath.

Underneath I saw a big, long, thick cock. It was partially covered, but didn’t leave much to the imagination. I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t want to embarrass him or even let him know that I had looked at his cock. I took the last swig of my lemonade and stood to excuse myself to finish his lawn.

“Kevin, sit. There has been something else I have wanted to talk to you about. Do you edge as well? How much more would it be?”

“I do edge, but I would have to measure the perimeter to give you the correct price. I can do that once I finish today.”

“Kevin, I would like to have it done today if possible. Sit. Just give me a ball park. I am about to jump in the shower and will be gone before you leave. I would like to be able to leave the correct amount of cash for you.”

I turned and sat back down. As I started to explain the additional costs Dave seemed to shift a little as if contemplating what I was sharing with him. With each shift my eyes seemed to be pulled to his cock. Was it being exposed more? Did it move? It was very hard for me to talk with Dave about edging and I kept making mistakes or getting caught on my own words. And the crazy thing was that Dave didn’t seem to notice the difficult I was having, or that he was exposing his cock to me more with each shift in his body.

Dave agreed to pay me a little more than I thought I deserved, and excused himself. As he stood up he turned and readjusted his robe. As he opened it to readjust and to tie it tighter, I saw in the reflection of his refrigerator his unobstructed full cock. My cock seemed to jump in excitement and strange embarrassment. Had Dave meant to expose himself to me? Did he realize I had just seen his large cock and thick bush? “Thanks for all you do Kevin. I am going to get ready and leave. Finish off the lemonade and I will leave the money on the table in the back. See you next week. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

I sat there confused, aroused, and excited. I said, “Thanks for the lemonade. Hope you have a good weekend too.”

I finished the lemonade and returned to the front yard to mow what was left. While going back and forth and feeling the vibration of the engine I reflected on what had just happened. Dave’s cock was impressive. Again, cock was a normal site for me showering with all the other athletes - but this was different. Was it because the nudity wasn’t expected? Was it because he was older like Coach?

All of a sudden the lawn mower got stuck in a small divot and I ran into the bar. I instantly became embarrassed. I quickly decided to stop mowing the front and move to the side and back of the house. My own cock had almost grown to its full stature of seven and a half inches under my basketball shorts and was pitching a tent for all to see. My mind was racing, trying to think if anyone has passed be! I didn’t think so. I wasn’t sure.

The shade from the house felt good. The cool air and my own embarrassment started to help deflate my cock. I was happy about this, and very happy that Dave hadn’t driven out of his garage and seen me pitching tent in front of his house.

Finishing the side, I rounded the corner into the backyard. I knew I was almost done. I could finish up quickly, go home, and jack off. But as I rounded the corner my eyes became distracted by an unexpected motion. Through the French Doors I saw Dave exiting his bathroom and walking toward his bed. He was naked. He didn’t seem to notice. see. hear me.

Seeing Dave without a bathrobe revealed a strong and thick body that had only recently gained some extra weight around the waist. His legs were amazing! They were catcher thighs. Large. Round. Strong. Defined. He was also much more hairy than I had noticed before. The light seemed to hit his body just right as he laid on the bed to reveal short, soft, hairs that seemed almost transparent all over his body. And as he laid down his cock just seemed to drape across his thigh as if that was its natural resting place.

I found myself transfixed by this. I could feel my cock rising. Fighting the restrictions of my shorts. And I didn’t care. I knew my shorts would lose the battle, and my cock would make known to the world my state of arousal. But for some reason, I couldn’t move. My eyes were locked on Dave laying in bed running his fingers up and down the sides of his stomach. He also seemed to sometimes flick his nipples, and with each flick I noticed his cock jump from his thigh. And it was one of those jumps that seemed to make my cock jump and brought me back to personal awareness of what I was doing. I looked down and saw that my cock’s bulbous head was pressing up against the mesh and leaking through. My own precum was seeping through my shorts as my cock strained to not only be relived of the shorts, but also the pressure that was building up inside of me. I let go of the mower, cutting the engine, and touched the wet stain with my finger. A string of cum maintained the connection between my finger and shorts as I pulled it away. My body seemed to clinch my bubble butt tighter at the touch of my cock and more cum seemed to ooze out. I liked this. I touched the head of my cock a few more times, each time clinching my ass tighter and tighter, sending quivers through my entire body. I couldn’t manage it any more. My hands wanted to dive into my shorts and blow the load right now! I knew this would be inappropriate but I needed relief soon. I looked up, trying to think of where I could go. The side of the house. Into the bathroom. Home? And it was then I saw Dave sitting up in his bed, watching me, with one hand on his growing cock, smiling.

Embarrassed my hand smashed into my hard cock hoping to cover it up, and it only made things worst. My cocks head shot up out of my shorts past the elastic. My body shuttered as the moist, cum wet, head felt the sun touch it soft and sensitive skin. I looked up in complete horror at Dave. But Dave just sat there with his cock standing tall between his strong legs, waving for me to come in. I didn’t move. Dave continued to wave, and he moved his legs farther apart slightly lifting his cock higher into the air. With the other hand he touched his cock’s head and showed me he too could create streams of cum that floated in the air.

My stomach started to do circles. I was obviously aroused and Dave knew that. I knew that. I was excited but unsure. I had only been with Coach, and that was in the showers where nudity was expected. But now I was standing outside with my cum lubed cock exposed for all the world to see. I smiled and walked through the French Doors excited for the unknown.

As I got close to the bed Dave smiled and shifted so his face was right in front of my cock. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there. Dave’s hand ran up my abs to my pec where he flicked my hard nipple. It was sensitive and I felt it through my whole body. My cock pushed against the elastic and must have pushed out more cum because Dave’s tongue, ever so gently, was licking it up. His tongue moved around my head as if it were a sucker, occasionally diving deeper into my piss slit seeming to hope to find more cum. I head moaning, and realized it was me as I threw my head back. I had never experienced this level of ecstasy before. Coaches touch had been different, but Dave was making me go wild.

Dave hooked a finger in my shorts and pulled them down around my bubble ass and then down my shaft. He looked up and laughed, “No underwear?! I hadn’t thought so.”

Had Dave just confessed checking out my junk! “I am more free flowing. And it is hard to find underwear that fits all of me.” Dave just laughed some more and returned to lapping the pre-cum oozing from my cock.

I wanted more. I started to bend into him, over him, and reached out to touch his ass. As I did so I felt those small, almost translucent hairs, brush under my hand. Dave seemed to like this as he moaned and took more of my cock into his mouth. I reached deeper and found his balls. Pulled up tight into his body as if ready to shoot their load any time. I pulled on them and Dave moved to lay flat on his back, my cock still in his mouth.

As he took my cock with his head upside down I felt things I have never felt before. He seemed to be hitting different parts of my cock. My hips started to thrust deeper into his throat. I started to move faster. Dave started to gage and went to pull out, but as I started to apologize he grabbed my ass and pulled be deep into his mouth where he twirled his tongue around my shaft.

He pulled me in deeper and I started to fall. I caught myself on the bed, and found his cock now just inches from my face. I could smell his cum. His masculinity. There was no soap smell. It was pure manhood. I grabbed his cock with my hand, and as I pressed down I let my mouth fallow suit. I wasn’t sure what to do, but Coach had done this to me. It had felt good. I hoped Dave enjoyed it.

As I pumped his cock with my hand and mouth I tasted a sweet but salty cum. It seemed to coat my teeth with each pump. I was having trouble balancing, sucking his cock, and managing the shivers Dave sent through my body. Dave pulled my cock out and told me to roll on my side. I did so, and once on my side my cock was back in his mouth, and his cock was oozing before my eyes. I devoured it. This was much easier. I was able to pump his cock faster, and he must have liked it. His hips started to move with my mouth, and his cock would sometimes bounce inside.

As we enjoyed our cocks, Dave’s hands started to rub up and down my back. I started to flex and give him different mounds of muscle to feel; but eventually his hands fell to my two largest mounds of muscle. My ass. He started to work my muscles deep with his hands. Pulling the mounds apart and then smash them together. As he would pull them apart he would push his nose deep into my ball sack and seem to take a deep breath. HIs fingers started to move down my crack and started to tease my hole. I was embarrassed by this because I could feel the sweat was running down my back and pooling in my hole before it would run down my sack. I wiggled my ass a little and Dave laughed. It felt weird as he laughed with my cock in his mouth. He pushed up on my hips and extracted my cock and laugh even harder. I was embarrassed, had I don’t something wrong.

“I have got to see that ass! Kevin, get on all fours for me.” Dave wasn’t mad, he seemed excited. He had liked the wiggle. I got on all fours and looked back between my legs, past my hard cock that was dripping from cum and saliva. There, between my legs I saw Dave smiling. “Dame, that is a nice ass!” he exclaimed. I wiggled it some more and he laughed.

“Thanks. I work hard on my ass.” What else could I say. I did.

Dave moved forward and started to stroke my cock between my legs. He pulled it back towards him. It was hard, but it felt good. I pushed my ass further into the air to hopefully give my cock more flexibility. And as I did so, Dave started to suck on my balls as they draped over my shaft. His tongue moved up and down, and then as he moved up he passed my balls. His tongue was now moving around my hole! I dropped my hips and squeezed my ass tight, and his tongue got stuck. His nose we caught between the mounds too! His hand left my cock and he used both to lift my hips and open my ass again. As he did so he dug his face in deeper. I could feel his tongue probing, trying to penetrate my ass, and I finally gave in.

Fuck! When I gave in and allowed his tongue to enter my hole my body pushed back into his face harder searching for more bliss. I moaned with each twitch of his tongue. I knew I could do nothing more than allow him to enjoy my hole. If I moved I might fall. I had no balance, my body had gone soft. No matter how ripped by abs appeared, I had no core strength. I had been turned to mush. My hands started to shake as he ate my ass and stroked my cock. I had to put my face into the bed, and my pecs flat onto the bed, to sustain my ass in the air. Dave said nothing, he only seemed to find ways to dig deeper.

As he pulled my checks apart and wiggled his tongue deeper I exclaimed through the mattress and my own panting, “ab-, abou- about, about to cum!” And with that Dave pulled out and gave my cock one last stroke. This isn’t what I wanted, I pushed my ass farther back, but there was no face. Instead Dave’s strong hands grabs my thighs and flipped me over onto my back.

“I want to see you cum!” And with that Dave jumped up on the bed next to me. He laid next to me and said, “Show me how you take care of your cock Kevin.” And I did just that. I started to stroke my cock. First slow, and then faster. My hips started to rise up off the bed and push back deeper into the sheets. I started to moan. And Dave watched with a smile on his face. I could feel my abs start to spasm. The sweat in my crack was increasing. My back was tightening up. I knew I was close. I knew I could cum now, but I wanted to show Dave my control, my strength. I wanted to hold this amazing pressuring my in body as long as I could. But soon, I realized I had forgotten about Dave. My body felt amazing. It felt like I wasn’t even in control of it. It was as if I was feeling someone else’s body, but knew it was my own. This was fucking amazing!

But I was brought back to reality when I felt Dave’s hand just flick my nipple and with that, my body was shattered. It started to shake and cum started to shoot. I had no control over my breathing. I had no control of my hips. My feet. My moaning. Then I realized I was yelling, “Fuck!” over and over again. And then my body went limp.

Before I could open my eyes I felt Dave’s body gliding up mine, as if my chest was a slip-n-slide covered in cum for Dave’s enjoyment. And then his lips were pressing against mine. Our tongues danced back and forth. He was grinding against my cock with his, my cum was the lube. Our chests became bathed in my cum, and the warmth felt amazing. I started to massage his ass and pull him higher on my body.

We continued to make out until he came between our bodies. I could feel the cum hit my abs and some of it seemed to pool in my hip flexors and run down to my balls, and even down between my legs. It felt so warm. So smooth. It felt amazing. Ours cocks laid limp pressing into each other, enjoying the marriage of our cum, as we enjoyed the embrace.

Dave finally got up, and suggested that I use the shower. I laughed and made some dumb comment about the cum not being as good a sun screen and jumped into the shower. When I came out Dave was still sitting on the bed naked. He just looked up and smiled. Still cum covered there, he looked happy.

I said I would finish the lawn and that I hoped he had a fun evening and he responded, “Oh, I am not going out tonight. I just needed a reason for the robe.” I laughed and went out the French Doors. I finished the yard, and I knew that Dave was still watching me from his room nude. It was fun knowing this.

This was proving to be a lucrative start to a good summer. Sun. Working out. Money. and Sex. All good things.

“No way! “ the boys protested, “They enjoy showing off their bodies - they LOVE the attention!”

And so a dubious deal was struck - phone calls were made and outfits were sourced, and for the entire weekend, morning noon at night on the convention floor, in the bars or anywhere outside their hotel room this was the only costume they’d been packed…