Warning: The following story depicts two adult males having unprotected sex, as well as some bondage and discipline. In the real world, always use protection.
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Man with a Mower- part 1
When Bobby had first started up his business, he had been only 17. Mowing yards was just something to do to earn a little pocket cash. After a while, though, news about his work had spread. He had been born in a small town, and he had kept his small town values as he grew up. Hard work and professionalism were the order of the day. He mowed yards, sowed seed, landscaped, and even thought about doing some bricklaying. He had started with a couple of neighborhood clients, but word travels fast, and he was soon doing 30 or so a week. He had toyed with the idea of college, but it wasn't for him, and at age 24, he was past the point where he really cared. Working with his hands had always given him satisfaction, so why go away to learn another trade?
His most recent client lived at the end of a dead end road, near the outskirts of the city. In fact, it might as well have been in the boonies. It was at the end of a dead end street on a one acre lot in a new subdivision. A nice little one story house with a large privacy fence in the back, right at the property line. The owner's name was Chris, and he was on the police force. Due to his schedule, he was unable to mow like he should, so when he had called Chris and asked him to take up the job, Chris had agreed.
Now, here was Bobby, mowing in the late afternoon heat on a Saturday that he wished he could have taken off, even though he set his own schedules. Early on that morning he had shed his shirt, preferring to mow in his shorts and work boots. Now, in the waning daylight, he paused to take a look at himself. Not bad, he thought. His legs were thick with muscle, his chest not excessively broad, but well defined. No six-pack here, though his stomach was flat. His arms were nicely developed from all the work and his skin burnished an attractive bronze color and covered in blond hair from his neckline to his toes. He scratched his balls, tucked away in a pair of jean cutoffs that showed just enough to tease, yet not enough to look lewd. After all, he was a businessman.
As he finished mowing the last bit, a car pulled up in the driveway, and Chris got out. He walked over to Bobby and shook his hand. "Nice job man. Here's the money I owe ya," counting out some bills. "Do you want a beer? Or do you have another job to do?"
Bobby grinned broadly; what redneck doesn't like a cold brew? But he didn't have time to answer, as Chris hurried inside to fetch a cold one. Bobby paused to watch Chris's rear as it made its way inside. "Nice ass", he thought, as he put his mowers and trimmers onto the truck. "Sure would like a piece of that!"
He was rousted out of his daydream as everyone's favorite neighborhood cop returned with two beers, and Bobby couldn't help but grin even more broadly. Chris had removed his uniform, returning in only a pair of black nylon running shorts. And the cop could definitely wear them. He was making idle chit chat, but Bobby didn't even hear him, as he was all caught up in the cop's body. At about 6 ft. even, Chris was stockier than Bobby, his broad chest and slight beer belly covered in Strawberry blond fur like the downy stuff on his trunk like legs. His arms were thick with muscle, probably from the physical training he had to endure. And he had a buzz cut. Bobby loved that. All of a sudden, Chris snapped his fingers in front of Bobby's face, jerking him back to reality.
"Are you listening to me?"
Bobby, grinned sheepishly, and said "Sorry. I was daydreaming. It must be the heat. Sorry."
"It must have been some dream," said Chris, "judging by your reaction, and you are right. It IS hot!" He winked at Bobby and glanced down. Uh oh!
Bobby looked down and groaned, shaking his head. His dick, which seemed to always have a mind of its own, had snaked down the leg of his shorts and the head was clearly visible past the edge of his jeans.
"Don't worry about it," said Chris. "Besides, the view is not bad, not bad at all!" He put his arm around Bobby's shoulders and led him inside. All the while, Bobby kept apologizing to him. But his cock didn't shrink at all, and Bobby now saw that Chris's shorts were tenting out obscenely. Things were beginning to look "up".
Once inside, Chris began pawing at the button on Bobby's shorts, practically ripping them off of him in an attempt to get to the prize. Now free from its confinement, Bobby's eight inch cock sprang to full mast, its pinkish head already glistening with precum. It looked good enough to eat, and Chris sank to his knees in an attempt to do just that. He began caressing the head with his tongue, circling it in a spiral which centered on Bobby's piss slit. His tongue invaded it, determined to dig out any more juice that it could find there. Bobby moaned softly, and ran his fingers over Chris's short hair. Chris took the cock deeper into his throat, softly caressing a large set of balls while he did so.
In only a few minutes, Bobby's breath quickened and Chris reluctantly pulled himself off one magnificent cock. As he did son, Bobby's shorts dropped to the floor and he eagerly stepped out of them. Chris took the opportunity to step out of his as well, a cock as big as Bobby's and just a bit thicker than Bobby's glistening in the fading light. Bobby caressed it and ran his fingers across the cop's massive chest. He sucked on a quarter size nipple and felt the cop quiver with anticipation.
"Suck that dick boy", said Chris. He took Bobby's head in his hands and forced it to his crotch. He expected nothing less than excellent head from this boy, and he was not disappointed at all. Bobby sucked like there was no tomorrow, like a calf nursing at its mother's teat. "Yeah, boy, take that cock" said Chris, and began to face-fuck Bobby rapidly. He needed to get off and get off soon. Just as he felt his climax building, Chris wrenched Bobby's mouth off of his dick. He pulled his boy to his feet and they kissed passionately, tongues darting into each other's mouth, each seeking to take control.
Ultimately, it was the cop who won out. He threw Bobby onto the bed, and reached under the pillows for the pieces of cord he knew he would find there. He leaped on top of his prey and forced him up towards the head of the bed. Bobby squirmed under him, but made no real effort to get away. Instead, he ran his hand through the reddish blond fur on the man's chest with one hand as the cop tied his other one to one corner of the bed. His cock was leaking like a faucet by now, and he stopped to stroke it gently, but his hand was slapped away. "None of that, now boy." And the man took his other hand and tied it up also.
"Now be silent listen to me boy. I am gonna fuck that ass and have some fun tonight. If at any time you want me to stop, say the word 'orange' and I will sop, and untie you. No questions asked. Do you understand me?" And his new toy just nodded, scared, but turned on at the same time. "Good. I will be back." And the cop left, his muscular ass rippling as he walked out of the room.
After a few minutes, Chris returned with a box in his hands, which he put beside the bed. Bobby couldn't see what was in it, but was sure it would be worth the wait. And when his new man climbed on top of him, Bobby ground their crotches together, while the big man lay on top, licking his armpit and the salty sweat of a hard days work. His tongue worked its way down to a nipple and gently caressed it before biting it with his teeth. "Hey man", said Bobby, but got no further, as the cop reared up. "No talking, except for your word, boy!" and slapped Bobby's cheek. "Do you understand?" And Bobby nodded as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Chris began nibbling on Bobby's tits again, and soon they were nice and tender. Bobby made no sound, not even when Chris reached into the box and grabbed nipple clamps which he quickly attached to Bobby's tits. He made no sound as the cop played with his balls, yanking on them until more tears welled up in his eyes. When Chris grabbed a scarf and tied it over Bobby's eyes, he thrashed his head, but said nothing.
Bobby heard a noise, like a squishing, and his legs were lifted up, resting against what Bobby felt could only be his man's broad hairy chest. He felt something cool abruptly press against his hole. It suddenly forced its way in, and Bobby yelped in pain as his sphincter was suddenly violated. It was thick, cool, and long, whatever it was and it began to piston in and out of Bobby's ass. Yet again he moaned, this time in pain as his as was brutally worked over. A rough hand smacked his ass and he moaned again. Another smack and he writhed on the bed. As the pain turned to pleasure, he moaned louder and more often. And with that his ass got the beating of a lifetime, till Bobby was sure that his ass was beet red, and was hot to the touch.
All of a sudden, that thing in his ass was removed, leaving his hole gaping momentarily, only to be replaced by something not as thick, but warmer, and not as slick. As he realized what it was, he said "Hey man, put a raincoat on that thing," only to be slapped as a large hand clamped itself over his mouth.
"Shut your hole boy. It's too late to turn back now. You wanted it. From the moment I saw you, you couldn't take your eyes off of me and my fat sausage. I ain't got no diseases boy, so shut yer hole and take it like a man." With that, he rammed his cock into Bobby's hole all the way to the hilt, until the boy's ass pressed against his reddish pubes, and Chris's balls were slapping the boy's ass. His boy was moaning freely now, and Chris no longer punished him for it. That hole was so sweet, so tight. He reached down, hooking the boy's legs over his shoulders, and twisted those tit clamps, enjoying the sensation of that hole clamping down on his thick cock.
Chris knew he wouldn't last much longer, and by the looks of things, neither would his boy. Sweat poured off of Chris's body, and was glistening on Bobby also. That golden cock of his was pouring out the honey. Chris reached down to taste it, and really went wild. He began to pump furiously, ripping his boy's blindfold off. His balls slapped the boy's ass and his boy (no, man, he thought) screamed and writhed in ecstasy. Chris reached down one final time and released the tit clamps.
That was all she wrote. With a shout, Bobby heaved his body upwards. His cock blasted its load, landing on his face, in the goatee. His hole clamped down on Chris's mighty cock. Chris shouted himself, and filled Bobby's hole with shot after shot of hot jism. He filled up the boy, and wrestled to untie him as he collapsed on top of Bobby, not bothering to pull out. As they lay there panting, Bobby felt something warm and moist beside his hand and held it up. It was a nightstick, one of the cop's more interesting toys.
Bobby sighed and laid the stick back down, as he felt himself being gently kissed. "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" asked Chris.
Bobby shook his head and gave the big bear a fierce hug.
"Good, 'cause I will never hurt you. I promise." And they fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms.
To Be Continued...?