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Man with a Mower- part 2
Bobby wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he continued to mow that humid summer morning. It had been about two weeks since he had had first gotten fucked by Chris, the red-headed cop. Ever since then, they had gotten together at least once every 36 hours or so. To protect and to serve, Bobby thought. It seemed to him that he was really the one serving. Not that he minded, of course. Chris just might be "the one". Of course, they had no commitment, their relationship being based solely on a need to get naked and sweaty, for right now. And for now, that was just fine with Bobby. He would like it to be more, and the two had gone to a movie together, but as friends and fuck buddies. Besides, Chris said he had been hurt before and he wanted to take things slowly. Even his sex. That man could fuck for hours, it seemed. So Bobby decided to be patient. And yet, Bobby still had the feeling that despite his words, Bobby was his and his alone. Oh well. Bobby was NOBODY's property. At least not yet.
This morning's job was a bit different from all of his previous jobs. He had been hired by a real estate agency. They had contracted him to mow, every other week, the three developed, but as yet unsold houses on one of the busier streets in town. It was a nice contract, as the price would be incorporated into the closing fees of the houses, and was a well to do neighborhood. The houses would go for quite a bit, Bobby thought, as the traffic was not TOO heavy or noisy, though the fire station nearby could occasionally be a bit disconcerting. There was a shopping center about 10 minutes away, and a heavily wooded park with plenty of walking trails and even some picnic tables just across the street. Bobby figured that the half-acre lots would probably go for $150-$200 grand easily.
He had finished mowing and was edging with a string trimmer, when he saw someone jog past him on the sidewalk. Bobby squinted in the bright morning light as he stared. The trimmer choked and died, but Bobby wasn't even paying attention. The man had very closely trimmed black hair on his head. His legs were large, but not defined and also covered in light black fuzz, and he wore what looked like black cotton shorts and a grey t-shirt which said "FIRE" on it. His shorts were form fitting and while he had a bit of a gut on him, he also had a nice ass, and Bobby growled under his breath.
He was so entranced that he didn't notice the man passing by and waving at him, until he had run past. Bobby sighed, and started up the trimmer again. It looked as though it was going to be a long day. It wasn't too long before he thought that again, as the same man approached a second time, about 30 minutes later, although at a much slower pace than before. When he got close to Bobby's lot, he slowed to a walk, huffing and puffing. Deciding to be bold, Bobby yelled out "Hey where's the fire?" and started to laugh out loud.
"Oh, there's one I haven't heard before," said the man, with a voice that just screamed country hick. He paused in mid-stride and turned to look at Bobby.
Bobby winced. "OK, I guess I had that coming. Just thought I'd see if I could get a laugh outta you. I guess you belong to the station a couple of doors down?"
"Yeah the cap says we gotta get in shape or he's gonna suspend us. In this heat I figure I can easily lose a few pounds."
Bobby grinned. "Yeah, I can believe that. The heat'll do it to you. That's why I tend not to dress too warmly," glancing down at the only clothes he was wearing, a pair of work boots and a pair of cut-off denim shorts that stopped just past the curve of his ass and hugged his crotch tightly.
"I can see that" said the fireman. "I gotta go. Cap's waiting on me. Talk to you later." And with that, the fireman turned and walked off into the distance, while Bobby stood and admired the muscular ass as it clenched and unclenched. Not a bad day after all, he thought.
Because he stuck to a fairly rigid schedule, when Bobby returned about 2 weeks later, he happened to be once again in the front yard when the same hot fireman passed by. As the man jogged by, Bobby intentionally turned his back, determined to act like a professional, even though his dick was already half hard. So he didn't see the man as he returned for another dose of witty conversation. This time however, it was the fireman who spoke. In fact, as he slowed his pace, he actually wandered over to where Bobby was busy putting down some pine bark. "You aren't 'pining' away, are you?"
Bobby turned around and grinned sheepishly. "Okay, I guess that makes us even. My name's Bobby and I've been contracted to do the landscaping for these houses." And he stuck out his hand.
"Well Bobby, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jason, and you might want to stand if you want me to shake your hand. From where you are at, the only thing you'd be shakin' would be my prick."
Bobby realized how this had to look, and his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I have a one track mind, especially when I am on a job site." Bobby got to his feet and stuck out his hand again. This time Jason took it, although Bobby thought Jason held it just a bit longer than normal. Or was that just his imagination? If it was, Bobby would sure find out, because he could always use some fresh meat. Bobby smiled inwardly. How to test this rugged piece of Grade A beef? Hmmm.
"Say Jason, where can a man go for a bit of peace and quiet? You know, just to chill. This isn't exactly my neighborhood."
"There's a park right across the street where they haven't started building houses yet. It has some isolated picnic tables. There isn't a lot of traffic, and they're shaded from the sun. I jog by there in the afternoons sometimes when I can't do my morning workout. Want me to show you sometime?"
Bingo. All I have to do is reel him in, thought Bobby, but what he said was "Sure. When's good for you?"
"What about now? I live at the station but this happens to be my day off. I am on call, but it isn't a big deal, so if you are up to it, so am I."
You bet I am, big man, thought Bobby. "Let's do it. I gotta put my stuff up, though."
"No prob. I'll go get some snacks. Be right back." And Jason tore off down the road. Ten minutes later, Jason returned, minus a shirt, but with a small knapsack of something. Bobby noticed that Jason had a thick mat of jet black fur covering his chest and pink nipples, fur that was plastered down from the sweat that poured from his body in rivers. Bobby could feel his cock stir to half mast and prayed Jason wouldn't notice. At least not yet.
"If you are ready, let's go." And they began jogging across the street, the park seemingly lifeless, except for the trees and birds. After about 10-15 minutes they left the sidewalk and went down a hill to where there was a picnic table set up. They set up shop, so to speak, and quickly devoured several sandwiches and bags of chips, as well as some bottled water. After a relaxing meal, they stretched out on their benches of the picnic table.
"You know something?" said Jason after a few minutes. "This is nice. No noise, no people. No distractions. Okay, maybe just one. You know how it is when you have stuff racing through your mind, that you wish you could talk about."
"Yeah. So what's running through your mind and got you stressed?" said Bobby.
"Well...I have been trying to figure out..."
"What?" said Bobby, as he began to fidget, anticipating what he was sure was coming next.
"Whether you would suck my dick on your own or I was gonna have to make the first move. I have seen you watching me, and I've seen the way your crotch gets fuller when I run by. I know you want me, so come and get it. Dinner is served, mower boy!"
Bobby needed no further encouragement. He leaped off his bench and began to undress his big butch toy, noticing in the process how the man's shorts were tented out by the unrestrained package beneath them. Slipping them over Jason's shoes, he saw the thick eight-incher which awaited him. It was thick and slightly moist from precum, and was flat against the man's hairy belly. Bobby wasted no time. He bent down and ran his calloused hands up the man's hairy legs, kneading the muscles as he did so. He bypassed Jason's big prick and slid his hands instead up the man's sides onto that very hairy torso. As Bobby began to run his fingers through a sea of black chest hair, he dove for that prick, and the head slid easily into his mouth.
Going slowly so as to be able to take it all, Bobby began to bob up and down, each time taking just a bit more cock inside him. A moan escaped Jason's lips, and Jason's hands found the back of Bobby's head, guiding it gently but firmly. Bobby removed one of his hands from Jason's chest and let it wander to the egg sized nuts it found between Jason's legs. As Bobby finally took all of that big dick, he gave Jason's balls a slight tug, and pinched one of the man's nipples ever so slightly.
The extra work began paying off, as Jason moaned loudly and began bucking his hips wildly. Bobby's face was slammed into the man's crotch and he breathed in the man musk. Intoxicating, he thought. He pulled back somewhat, and began to really suck on Jason's dick, caressing the head of it with his tongue and teeth. He saw Jason's nuts draw up in their big hairy sack, and gave it all he had.
With a shout, Jason forced Bobby's head into his crotch one last time and held it there as he fired off his hot load in six big shots. Bobby stored them all up in his mouth until Jason had given him the last drop, and pulled the now softening dick out of his mouth. Then, with a glint in his eye, he very obviously made a point of swallowing the jism, licking his lips when he did.
"Wow! Now that was what I call head. That has got to be, without a doubt, the best sex I ever had," rumbled Jason.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," said Bobby, rubbing Jason's dick gently. He smiled as he felt it stir to life beneath him. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
With that, he straddled Jason's waist. As he aimed that big pecker towards his hole, he noticed with satisfaction that Jason was staring at him with undisguised hunger, like a man who has been rescued from the desert and hasn't eaten in a week. So he barely noticed when Jason slipped inside him, though he gasped just a bit as the head passed through and his sphincter snapped back tight. But Bobby just gritted his teeth until his ass was grinding against Jason's pubes.
"Wow man!" said Jason. "I never expected this. You are so fucking tight. And warm. It's like an oven in there. Damn, I could get used to this."
Bobby began sliding up and down that cock, pressing on Jason's muscular pecs for leverage, so he could only nod his head in agreement. But it seemed to be enough. Until Jason said "hold up."
Jason grabbed Bobby's back, now slick with sweat from the fuck he had been getting. Slamming the boy onto his dick, he held him in place and sat up! Bobby shifted his weight, anticipating Jason's next move. He didn't have to wait, as with Bobby's help, Jason stood up, walking over to the table's end. He was impressed with Jason's raw power. It takes a real man to fuck walk someone for any distance, he thought to himself.
Jason sat Bobby on the table's edge, and began to fuck once again. "That sure is a sweet piece of ass," he thought. "He wanted it all right. I think I'm gonna make sure he gets it." With that, he threw all his energy into the sex act, tuning out everything but the young man beneath him.
Bobby, meanwhile, had locked his legs around Jason's waist and was tightening up his hole. This was incredible. Jason seemed to be inside him up to his tonsils. It felt like he rode up one wall of Bobby's ass, hit his prostate, and then came down the other wall, pulled almost completely out, then started over. Bobby's moans were louder, and Jason was almost matching him. Bobby could feel his own nuts about to explode, as Jason's dick seemed to swell, and the man began to fuck wildly and rapidly. Sweat poured off of Jason, matting the hair on his chest and running onto Bobby, mixing with Bobby's own sweat before sliding off. Bobby reached up and gave Jason's tits a savage twist.
That did it. With a loud shout, Jason slammed up into Bobby, and shot after shot of cum began filling Bobby's insides. Bobby shouted as well, and his own dick, which had been totally ignored, roared to life, spilling white hot seed everywhere. The first two blasts landed in Bobby's goatee, while the rest landed in the rug of blond fur covering Bobby's chest.
With a great sigh, Jason collapsed onto Bobby, the cum and sweat mixing between them. "You firemen sure do know how to use a hose. Next time, let's see what happens when YOU make the first move" said Bobby, and clasped his new friend tightly. That was when they heard the clapping. They turned to see a stranger applauding from about 50 ft. away, shorts around his ankles, dick waving proudly in the air. Jason waved, and their voyeur pulled up his pants and slowly jogged away.
To Be Continued??