WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing (hopefully) graphic descriptions of sex between any number of willing men. If this sort of material offends you, you shouldn't be reading it. If you are too young to read this sort of material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you are of age and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your best buddy drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my friend.
This story is purely fictional. Any similarities between the men in this story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although the author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.
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Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed. Flames will be ignored.
Now, without further ado . . .
LeaDR HOUSE
by Theo North
Chapter One
in which David
meets the new gardener
and the gardener meats David
The gardener continued his relentless ramming, the huge swollen cock plunging into David's tight hole. The 18-year-old gripped the edge of the bench, his knuckles turning white, as he gasped, grunted and groaned. Sweat poured off the teen's tight body; the cock in his ass only serving to up his body temperature in the already-steamy shed at the back of his family's estate. Though this wasn't the first time he'd taken the gardener's tool, the sweaty, hairy stud was the first and only man David had been with and he was still getting used to it.
"Ooooh god Kent! It feels so goood!" David moaned to the gardener drilling hard and hot behind him. He was lost in the sensation of Kent's thick shaft plunging in and out of his hole and his mind drifted, as it often did to the first time he had felt these sensations. Inevitably, it also led to thoughts of the man David wished was fucking him.
The first time . . . it was June 21st, David James' 18th birthday, and he awoke with his usual morning erection. He reached down and gripped the warm, fleshy rod in his hands. Grinning, he thought to himself, "I'm not a kid anymore. Today I'm a man." He rubbed his hands over his aching cock and balls to see if he felt like a man. Oh Christ, his hands felt good. David, like all boys or men of that age, knew exactly how to touch himself to maximize his own pleasure: his fingers curled around the shaft of his pink meat. He was circumcised, so when he stroked up, his fingers rubbed against the flange of his wide, mushroom-shaped head and sent every nerve ending from his toes to his scalp tingling. He struggled to keep his mouth closed, so his moans sounded like low-pitched hums as he pulled on his balls and stroked his cock. In his mind, it was another man pulling on David's tool. David could see the man plainly in his mind's eye: he had had this fantasy many times before.
The man David dreamed of was tan and athletic and he was a MAN. He was older than David by at least 20 years and his body was covered with the sort of lean, hard muscle that men develop, no left-over boy-fat on this man. He had a broad, hair-covered chest with big nipples that poked above the hair. David would suck one of his knuckles into his mouth and dream it was one of the meaty nips of his dream-lover. He would tug low on his balls and moan loudly as he imagined the calloused hands of his fantasy stud playing with his teenage nuts.
"You like that?" David imagined the man's deep voice asking him. "Huh boy? You like having your balls handled by a big man?"
"Oh yes!" David moaned out loud in the quiet bedroom.
"You want more, boy?" the voice asked.
"Yes! Yes, oh please!"
Stroking his hard cock, David bit his lip in fear and excitement as he rolled his legs up into the air. He imagined his dream stud was lifting his legs up and placing his heels on the man's strong shoulders. The stud would then release his own massive cock . . . so big and hard . . . its thick, red shaft framed by the dark, curly hairs. A large blue vein, throbbing with the stud's pulsing blood, ran along the top of the thick cock. "It's beautiful," David thought to himself, and soon he would feel it inside him, warming him, stretching him, making him into a man a true man.
"OOOOOh god!" David moaned as he shoved two fingers into his hole and imagined his lover's cock sliding deep inside him "YES! YES! Oh god damn...." He was panting hard and a sweat broke out on his lean, muscled body. David's green eyes rolled back and his short brown hair was matted with sweat as the boy rocked his head back and forth on the pillow, one hand stroking his throbbing erection and the other pumping in and out of his tight ass.
He was so close, so close to shooting his hot jizz. He could feel the familiar tingle in his balls that said the end was near. He tried to prolong the wonderful feelings, but his lust and excitement were too much. The fantasy of the dream lover was too much for him. It always was. David had been masturbating to this fantasy for a couple of years now. Every morning, every night, sometimes in the afternoon the positions would change, but never the man. It was always the same, hard-bodied, hairy, tan, handsome, rugged man. And he never had a face. That was the odd thing about David's fantasy: the man taking control of his body never had a face. Later, after he was finished and as he cleaned the cum fro his exhausted body, he would wonder who the man was and why his fantasies never revealed the man's identity. But while he was in the middle of the dream, he never questioned it.
"OOOOh" he moaned again. His hand was a blur on his cock, the head was throbbing with the over-sensitivity that precedes an intense orgasm. The other hand was working just as furiously to pump three fingers up his tight hole. "OOOOOH!" His balls were drawn up tight; his legs ached from being held in the air. "OOOOOH! AAAAAAAAAAAH! FUCK!" The first white blast of his 18th year bolted out of his cock and splashed against his chin. "UNNNGH!" The second and third blasts landed on his smooth chest. The cum was so hot on his skin that David would not have been surprised to find a burn mark where his jizz had landed. "OOOoh ooooh ooooh" his hand slowed as the final jets of cum spurted out and dribbled down his shaft. With a deep sigh, David lowered his legs to the mattress and gently removed his fingers from his spastic asshole.
The young man got up from his bed and was walking toward his bathroom to clean up when he looked out the window onto the back lawn and saw two handsome men speaking. One was his father and David gasped a bit and blushed as he looked at his dad. God, he thought, what if his dad heard him moaning up here? What if he looked up at the window right now and saw David's dripping, half-hard cock? What if .... his mind wandered a bit before David caught himself and focused once more on the scene outside the window. He looked at the man to whom his dad was talking: a new gardener hired to tend the flowers and shrubs that highlighted their large lawn.
David looked the man over from his bedroom window. Wow! This guy had muscles bulging everywhere. His back was broader than any David had seen and his arms were as thick as the teenager's thighs, maybe thicker. David was no slouch in the athletic department. He was an avid swimmer. He played tennis in the summer and baseball in the spring. He lifted weights year-round to keep his lean body toned and muscled. He wasn't bulky, though, and had always admired those guys on the football team whose workouts produced thick slabs of muscle. The new gardener was just that sort of guy, but David knew that this stud's body came from hard work in the open air, not from pumping iron in a smelly gym. The gardener's black hair and blue eyes were set off by a deep tan, touched with just a bit of sunburn so that it looked like red clay. The man had not shaved in about twelve hours, David guessed, because he had just enough thick, black stubble to look exciting and dangerous, but not so much as to appear slovenly. He wore a pair of cut-off Levi's and work boots with thick socks. He also had on a loose fitting uniform shirt with a name patch which read "Kent." As soon as David's dad left, though, Kent stripped off that shirt to reveal a broad chest coated with dark thick hair.
David watched the stud work in his backyard. Sweat coated Kent's massive, hairy torso. It gleamed on his back and ran in rivulets down into those oh-so-tight shorts. David longed to lick that sweat. He ached to let his tongue follow that sweat down, down, down the gardener's back. He would pause at the top of the hunk's shorts, holding his breath, daring himself to touch those hard, firm buns, to feel the heat of the gardener's ass beneath his hands. Then he would lower those shorts and continue his tongue-assault, trailing lower and lower and . . . Well, to be honest, David didn't know exactly what he would do when he finally got his hands on a real man, but he knew right then and there that it was time to find out. Kent may not have been his dream lover, but he would have to do. "I'm 18 years old," David thought. "It's time to stop being a boy and start being a man. I'm gonna get fucked today, and it's going to be with that gardener." David actually was shocked at how easy it was to seduce the randy new hired man. He put on his tightest bikini swim trunks, the ones that hugged his round ass so tight you could clearly see the crack, and trotted downstairs and across the backyard to the pool. The gardener was working on the flowerbeds by one side of the pool and David selected a lounge chair on the opposite side, so that he could watch the stud sweat and strain as he worked...and so that Kent could see David lying there like an invitation. He could not take his eyes from the gardener's sweat-soaked shorts. The stud's hard bulge was evident and David's mouth watered to taste it, to hold it in his mouth, to lick it clean of the sweat and piss that surely had collected there. A few times, Kent looked over at David and the two made eye contact. Whenever it happened, David made sure to spread his legs a little, or lick the sweat from his upper lip innocent gestures that could easily be interpreted as the raunchy come-ons that they were. Finally, with his lust threatening to consume him and his bikinis stretched to their limits by his young, bloated fuckstick, David cleared his throat and spoke. "Um, could you please rub some sunblock on my back, please . . . sir?"
Kent looked up and gave David the once-over. "Fuck the sunblock, kid. The only thing I intend to rub into your back is my cum, right after I pull my cock out of your ass and blow my wad. Now, I know you're interested 'cause I've seen you staring at my dick for the last half-hour here. So let's cut the crap and tell me where we can go to do it . . . unless you want me to fuck you right here by the pool."
David blushed, realizing he hadn't been half as subtle as he thought. Still, the stud's rough words turned the young man on. Kent was pushing all of David's buttons, whether the stud knew it or not.
Actually, Kent DID know he was pushing the right buttons. He'd been working for these rich families long enough to learn that he was hired to improve the landscape in two ways: one, by keeping the flowers and shrubs looking well groomed and, two, by looking good himself so that his mere presence was like a trophy in the lawn which the neighbors would look at and lust over. Sooner or later, someone in the family would try to bag the trophy usually the wife or a moon-eyed daughter, sometimes a teen-age son, occasionally it was even the man of the house. Kent just considered these encounters to be a great fringe benefit, and occasionally it earned him a healthy tip.
But none of his conquests had looked as hot as David. This kid had "hot fuck" written all over his tight little ass, and the nervous expression on his face spelled out the added bonus of "virgin."
Kent knew to play the role of the confidant, rough, laborer the sex animal who would release the young man's inner fantasies. It was what most of his clients wanted from "that" aspect of his services. Inside, though, Kent was as excited as David. He'd never had a hot young stud like this come on to him and Kent had almost been afraid the kid would never get up the courage to make a move. (Kent never made the first move with a client.)
"Well kid, what's it going to be? Somewhere private, or right here?" Kent asked, hooking his thumb inside his tight denim shorts.
Man, this was working out better than David had hoped. He pointed to the shed at the back of the estate and headed off in that direction with the gardener close behind him. He was no sooner in the door than Kent had him shoved against the wall and the teenager felt the hot stud's mouth covering his own. Kent was biting his neck, his ear. "You're a hot kid," the gardener whispered hoarsely. "I can't wait to fuck that hot, round ass."
David could only blink and stare as he thought of this hard stud fucking his virgin hole. It was what David had wanted when he looked out his bedroom window this morning, but now he was afraid. Too late for that, though, as Kent was grabbing him and bending him over the workbench. All of his fantasies about licking the gardener's sweaty shorts, of holding that meat in his mouth went right out the window as David was forced to bend over. He knew what was coming and waited with anticipation and fear.
With a tug of Kent's strong arm and a loud "RRRRRRIPPPP" the bikinis were torn from David's ass, leaving him naked as he bent over the bench. David felt Kent's hard cock flop onto his back. "Jesus!" he thought. "It's huge." Indeed, the fat fucktool was nine-and-a-half inches long and thick as a man's wrist. David would have sworn that the cock resting on his back weighed five pounds. As the heat from Kent's dick burned his flesh, David heard the gardener spit and felt a rough finger shoving the sticky saliva into his tight hole. "Ooooooh god. Ooooh please, ouch, careful," David moaned.
Kent only let out a wicked, low laugh. "You a virgin, kid?"
"Yes ... owww," David replied as the gardener plunged a second finger inside his surprised rectum.
"Thought so. Well, it's time we did something about that, huh?"
"Yeah. Ooooh god, I want it. I want you to fuck me. Please. Just go slow."
David couldn't see the delicious, wicked grin that split the gardener's face as he prepared to plunge his cock into prime, virgin assmeat. He only felt Kent grab his hips and then the shocking, burning, mind-melting seizure as the gardener buried his thick tool into David's ass with one hard, brutal, balls-deep thrust.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhh!!!" David screamed. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!! OUCH! OUCH! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" His yells filled the tiny shed and echoed across the lawn outside. If anyone had been in the backyard, they would have sworn they were hearing the screams of a teenager losing his virginity to a bullmoose . . . and they wouldn't have been far from wrong. David yelled and shouted; his fingers grabbed the sides of the workbench as he fought to maintain his balance, his consciousness and his sanity. "Oh god. Oh fuck. You're so big. So fucking big!" David moaned.
Kent, too, was moaning and lost in the sensation. "Tight ass kid. Such a tight fucking ass. Hot virgin ass. So hot," the gardener blathered as his hips drove his monster cock in and out of David's gasping hole.
Neither one could say how long that first time lasted. To David's stretched, tortured, fucked-over ass, it felt like forever. To his mind and body, introduced to the joys of man-love for the first time, it was all over much too soon. To Kent, it was the best fuck he'd ever had and he, too, was sorry to see it ending so soon. But neither of them could control their orgasms another moment and so, all too soon, they were twisting and screaming together as their cum splashed through the air of the musty shed and splattered against their hot, sweaty, heaving bodies.
That had been in June. Now it was August and David was bent over the workbench for one last ride with his humpy gardener. "YEAH, FUCK ME!" David screamed. "RAM THAT HOT COCK INTO ME!!"
Kent loved David's energy and excitement. The kid was still the best fuck the gardener had ever had, though he never told David so. He continued to play the role of the rough gardener, fucking away on the master's son's ass. That ass was still so tight it sent shivers racing throughout Kent's body.
"MORE! HARDER! YEAH!" David yelled. To him, this was just sex. The gardener was a fun and necessary substitute for the mystery man who haunted his dreams. But still, it was just sex. It wasn't making love and, now that he knew what man-sex was like, he wanted all the more desperately to make love to his dream lover. "Who IS that man?" David wondered. Until he figured it out, this last fuck with Kent would have to do. It would have to satisfy him until he got to college and then, hopefully, he could find someone to make him forget the stud who haunted his dreams and fantasies.
"MORE! FUCK ME! REALLY FUCK ME! DRILL ME WITH THAT HARD COCK!" David screamed.
Kent was blown away with David's ferocity this afternoon. He was, however, more than happy to plow harder and give the hot teen beneath him exactly what he asked for. "OOH GOD, David! FUCK! I'm gonna cum, man! Gonna blast my jizz into your tight ass!!"
"YEAH! Cum on man. Do it! Stuff me with your cock! Feed me that manseed!" David urged him
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Kent roared as his cock spazzed inside David's chute. "YES! FUCK YES!!! SO GOOD!"
David was yelling too, as his own dick fired off its load. His cum splashed against the workbench, as so many of his loads had done this summer.
"That was incredible, kid. You're the hottest little fuck in town, you know that?" Kent said as the two of them cleaned up in the tiny shed. "See you next week?"
"Nope."
"What?"
"I'm leaving for college this weekend. I'm heading out to St. Winston College on Saturday. But thanks for a great summer, Kent. Maybe I'll see you around." With that, David wrapped a towel around his waist and headed out the door of the shed.
Kent's jaw dropped as he watched the young man walk away. Damn, he thought. He simply stood there for a while. His heart felt as if it had dropped to his feet. There was an emptiness in his chest that he wasn't prepared for as if something he didn't even know he had was suddenly torn from him. He tried to shrug it off, to tell himself that he was acting like a fool, but it wasn't working. "We were just fuck-buddies. It was a once-a-week thing, a fling. Granted, he was a damn good fuck, but still, he was just a fuck," Kent told himself. That wasn't true, though. It had started out that way, but somewhere along the line Kent's feelings had changed. At some point, his weekly fuck-sessions with the James boy began to mean more to him than hot sex. Now the kid was leaving. Damn.
Outside, David rounded the corner of the shed and saw his father walking toward him (toward the shed!) across the back lawn. "Hey Sport!" his dad called out. David's dad always called him Sport.
Jesus, thought David, dad was looking for him and he was coming to the shed! Did his dad know what David and the gardener had been doing all summer, not to mention where they were doing it?!! David blushed a deep crimson and pulled the towel tighter around his waist. He hoped his father wouldn't notice that David was naked underneath the towel . . . and that he wouldn't see the gardener's cum dripping down the inside of his son's legs. Then he wondered if his father already knew what was under the towel, even without seeing it. The young man blushed more deeply.
Despite his embarrassment, David couldn't take his eyes off his dad. Just 40 years old, his father walked with the confidence of a successful, athletic, all-around stud. His muscular pecs pushed against the tight polo shirt and the meaty nipples which topped those pecs formed tiny nubs against the cotton material. Seeing them, David was tempted to suck his knuckle. David had inherited his green eyes and brown hair from his dad. The eyes, the hair, the slightly crooked nose (broken during a football game with his fraternity buddies back in his college days), the hair-covered torso and the deep tan, may Dad one sexy man in David's opinion . . . "Oh Christ, what am I thinking?" David reprimanded himself. "That is twisted!"
"Good news, Sport!" David's dad said, clasping the young man around the shoulders with his firm, strong arm.
"What's that, Dad?"
"You just got a letter from the men at Lambda Delta Rho. They're going to be expecting you at rush. You're going to be a LeaDR at St. Win's, just like your old man!"
David looked into his dad's eyes. He could see his father's pride and that, in turn, warmed the young man's heart. He idolized his dad. Some guys would have rebelled rather than follow in their father's footsteps the way David did. Not him, though. He loved his father and would do anything for him. He was never more excited than the day he learned he had been accepted to his father's alma mater, St. Winston's. Now, it was certain he would pledge his dad's fraternity. Dad's old fraternity, Dad's old college. David was doing everything he could to be just like his old man.
"If only Dad were a little more like me," he thought. As soon as the thought entered his mind he paused and wondered where it came from and what it had meant.
David's adventures continue in the further chapters of LDR House.