“Perfect! How about tomorrow? Say around 2:00 PM?” Mr. Allen led me back to the front door and opened it for me.
I tried to drink in his body as much as I could before I left. “That works for me. I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Don't forget to tell your mother thank you for the cookies.”
“I will,” I replied, stepping outside.
“Bye, Jack,” he said, his eyes glancing quickly at the rod at my pants.
I immediately blushed. “Bye, Mr. Allen.” I couldn't believe he saw the outline of my cock in my pants. He knew how hard I was for him.
There was no rush to get home. I took my time and my penis finally softened up. That man was something else. I'd never seen anyone like that before. He had muscles in all the right places. And they were big muscles.
I walked through the screen door of my house and my heart was still racing. I needed to go to my room and cool off the hot coals in my balls.
My mom stopped me. “How was Mr. Allen?”
“He was uh fine,” I said. I tried to escape but she wouldn't let me go again.
“And did he like the cookies?”
“Yeah he thought they were really good.”
“You were over there for a while.”
What was she accusing me of? It's not like I was over there all night. Maybe thirty minutes tops. No longer than that. “Mr. Allen wanted to ask me if I could help him with some housework. He said he'll pay me.”
My mom put her hands on her hips. “Well isn't that swell. Now you can make a little bit more money than that pizza delivery job that only gives you four hours a week.”
She was right. I was barely getting anything from the pizza delivery job and I would need some spending money for the upcoming semester.
The conversation was finally over and I ran to my room. I closed the door behind me and tore off my pants. My boxers were soaked in pre-cum. I jumped under the covers and pressed my hand against my member. It reacted to me instantly, growing and becoming hard as stone.
I wrapped my fingers around my base and started to stroke. I imagined Mr. Allen slipping my cock into his mouth, his tongue licking my tip. My back arched and I bit my bottom lip as my veins pulsed with pleasure.
All it took was for me to imagine him shoving me deep down his throat to find my release. My cock spurted and I shoved my hand in my mouth to keep from crying out. My balls emptied all over my bed sheets.
I rolled over and clutched my heaving chest. That orgasm took everything out of me. Even though I came so much, I still had that need in the pit of my stomach. Stroking myself wouldn't be enough.
–
The next morning I masturbated twice, before heading over to Mr. Allen's. I couldn't risk having a huge erection in front of him again.
I rapped on the door and waited with my hands in my pockets. Mr. Allen opened the door but he wasn't in a tiny white towel anymore.
He actually had clothes on this time. But he still looked damn fine. A white button-up shirt was unbuttoned at the top. Traces of chest hair could be seen. Gray dress pants with a nice belt made him look very professional.
“You made it, Jack,” he said, welcoming me inside.
Chapter Three
“I was hoping you can clean the pool today,” he said, walking me through the house.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
That juicy ass of his could barely fit in those pants. I watched it bounce with every step. God, I would give anything to sink my cock into that. Literally anything.
Mr. Allen brought me outside and into his backyard. It was an exact copy of my parents' backyard except for the rectangular pool on one side. I would've killed to have a pool growing up. The green grass on the opposite side was overgrown and in desperate need to be cut.
I was in desperate need for something else...
“The sweeper is over there,” he said, pointing to a long pole in the grass. “I'm going to make you some lemonade.”
This was the height of the heat. It had to of been over a hundred degrees out. I grabbed the pool rod and brought it over to the water. Mr. Allen was right. The pool was absolutely filthy. There was an entire layer of leaves and trash. I couldn't even see the water underneath.
I started clearing out some of the leaves. I had to dump the foliage next to me since I didn't have a trash can to put it in yet. I'd have to ask Mr. Allen for that when he returned.
Whenever I thought I was making headway in cleaning, more leaves would bubble up to the surface. I was beginning to think that there was more trash than water in the pool.
My black t-shirt turned out to be a bad idea. It was soaked in sweat so I had to take it off. I felt immediately cooler and I was able to work faster. I'd be here all day and night if I didn't get this done.
Mr. Allen returned with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. He set it down on a table underneath an umbrella. I watched him pour the yellow lemonade into a glass and he handed it to me. His dark eyes took in my shirtless body.
I took of sip and the tasty liquid cooled me off immediately.
“Hot out here isn't it?” he said.
“You have no idea. Thank you for the lemonade. I feel better already.” My eyes drifted down his neck line and to the sweat collecting at the top of his chest. I'd conquer him some day. Spray my cum all over his ass until he was plastered with my seed.
“Maybe having you come at this time was a mistake. You can come inside for a little while until the sun sets a little further. There's some light bulbs that need changing upstairs.”
“That would be great. I think I'm actually melting out here.” I would've said yes to anything that involved being indoors.
“If you bring the tray of lemonade inside, I can get some fresh light bulbs.”
I nodded and grabbed the lemonade. I walked inside and the air conditioning was on. The cold air felt so good against my nude top half. I realized that I left my shirt back outside in the grass.
I was about to go retrieve it when Mr. Allen came back with the light bulbs. “Follow me upstairs.”
I'd have to get it later.
I followed Mr. Allen up the steep steps. That erection in my pants returned, throbbing and reminded me that there was business I needed to take care of.
The thought of touching myself in the bathroom crossed my mind. But if masturbating twice before coming over didn't work, it wasn't likely that a third time would make a difference. Mr. Allen was too much man.
“There's a bulb in my bathroom that needs to be changed.”
He brought me into his bedroom with a king-sized bed and a flannel print comforter. Boxes with sharpie penned on the sides sat in one corner. He still had some unpacking to do.
“Here it is,” he said, pointing at the ceiling above him. I'd have to step on the bathroom counter to get to it.
Mr. Allen handed me a light bulb and I lifted myself up onto the counter. I unscrewed the old one and bent down to place it on the counter but I almost lost my balance. I was able to wheel my arms and keep myself from falling.
“Are you okay?” he asked, putting his hands on my thighs to steady me. My cock grew in my pants until it was almost peeking out of my waistband. His head was eye level with my crotch and only inches away from me.
There was so many things I wanted to do to those lips of his. “I'm okay,” I said, trying to ignore the throbbing in my pants. If his head bumped into my erection, I was sure that I would cream my pants.
I tried to close my eyes and think of something else. Baseball, football, college. Nothing was working. My head was foggy and I couldn't think straight.
I went to screw in the new light bulb until Mr. Allen addressed the elephant in the room. “It seems like somebody is very excited about something.”
I didn't know what he was referring to until I looked down and saw him staring at my boner. There was no hiding it now.
But Mr. Allen didn't want me to hide it. His hand reached up and he felt up my shaft. I close
d my eyes and groaned softly. If I hadn't touched myself earlier in the day, I had no doubt that I would've come instantly in my pants. Thank god, for planning ahead.
“Do you like the way this feels?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Allen.”
“Let's see what you have for me under here,” he said, unzipping my blue jeans.
Chapter Four
Mr. Allen slowly peeled down my jeans and left me standing on his bathroom counter with only my black boxer briefs on. His fingers traced the outline of my penis, teasing me to no end.
My balls were heavy with need. I had to unload them soon or this pain would never stop.
He pulled my boxers down, releasing my snake from its prison. He grasped me and rubbed my shaft with a delicate touch.
“Have you been dreaming about me?” he asked, looking up at me with evil eyes.
“Yes, Mr. Allen,” I said, watching him enjoy touching me. The way his fingers moved up and down my cock was mesmerizing.
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes, Mr. Allen,” I replied.
His other finger traced his lips. “Do you want to be in my mouth?” He clutched my cock hard in his hand.
“Fuck, please. It's all I ever wanted.” I needed more stimulation. It was the only way I'd be able to come. And I needed to come as soon as possible or I was going to implode.
Mr. Allen stuck out his tongue and ran it along my tip, collecting my pre-cum in his mouth. He placed the head of my penis on his lips and kissed it. He opened wide and shoved me down his throat.
My fingers balled into fists as the wave of pleasure hit me. His lips moved all the way down until my entire cock was deep down his throat. I didn't even know that was possible. My fingers raked through his dark hair as he sucked me off. His eyes made contact with mine as he went down on me.
I wanted to remember this moment forever so I could replay it in my head over and over again.
The pleasure was rising. My body wouldn't be able to take anymore soon enough.
Mr. Allen took me out of his mouth, his fingers still wrapped around my base. “I want you to come all over me.”
He knew exactly how I wanted it.
Mr. Allen unbuttoned his white shirt further until his pecs were exposed. I watched his chest expand and contract with every breath.
He started to stroke me again, the pleasure returning like a punch to the face. I was close now, my cock hovering so close to him.
“Faster,” I instructed him.
Mr. Allen rubbed me harder and faster. “Cover me with your cum,” he said.
His words were my undoing. I groaned as my cock exploded with cum. Streams of my seed landed on his neck and chest while he finished me off with his hand. My balls were drained until he was covered with my fluids.
I watched as my cum ran down and over his abs, disappearing. Mr. Allen grazed a finger across his neck. He sucked on his fingertip like a lollipop. “You taste really good.”
I couldn't form any coherent thoughts. I just couldn't believe this man sucked me off before I'd even had a kiss before.
“Was that your first bj?” he asked. Mr. Allen grabbed a towel and began the work of cleaning all my cum from him.
How the fuck did he know that? I nodded slowly.
He smiled deviously. “That's what I thought.” He lent me his hand and helped me down. “Shall we do this at the same time tomorrow?”
I didn't want it to be over yet but there was no need to argue when I knew that I would have more of him tomorrow. “That works for me,” I replied.
Mr. Allen handed me my jeans. “I'll get your shirt from the backyard.”
I tried to put my pants on standing up but it was way too difficult. I had to sit down and place each leg in one at a time.
By the time I had them buttoned up and traveled downstairs, Mr. Allen was back inside holding my t-shirt.
I went to grab it but he pulled it away from my hands. “I want a kiss first.”
My heart jumped into my throat. There was no better time than now. I stepped into Mr. Allen's orbit. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do it.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered. I did as I was told. I opened my mouth slightly and Mr. Allen places his lips on mine. My entire body was overwhelmed with ecstasy. A surge of electricity flowed through me. Our mouths moved against each other as he slipped his hungry tongue past my lips.
But then he broke away before I could really get into it. I still didn't think I had the hang of it yet. I was about to get a lot of life experience very fast.
Mr. Allen was going to give me shirt but then he held it against his chest. “I'm going to keep this for now.”
“What?” I said.
“Don't worry, I'll give it back to you.”
I couldn't believe he was going to make me walk home without a shirt on.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself,” he said, opening the door for me. It was shut before I got to respond.
The biggest grin spread across my face.
Chapter Five
I knocked on the door with more enthusiasm than last time. This time I had more of an idea of what to expect. I also didn't masturbate this morning. I wanted Mr. Allen to be the only one to touch me.
He opened the door but only a crack. I could see a sliver of his face and then it was gone. No hello or anything.
“Are you there, Mr. Allen?”
No reply.
I pushed the door open and he wasn't there. I walked inside and saw him at the top of the stairs for just a split second. He was wearing only a pair of white boxers briefs. He was gone in a flash. I wasn't even sure what I saw was real.
Was I supposed to follow him?
I wasn't going to waste time debating it. The hardness in my pants demanded it.
I ran upstairs and into his bedroom. Mr. Allen wasn't there.
The door behind me closed and he was hiding behind it. The sight of this god almost made me come.
His white boxers were barely big enough to contain him. Could a man really be that big? I guess I was going to find out.
No words were said. Mr. Allen's lips were on mine in an instant. My hands held his rough skin and goosebumps formed on my arms. I'd never held a man before.
My pulse beat in my ears, distracting me. I could feel his monstrous cock pinned against my stomach.
Mr. Allen stepped backwards. I watched as he slowly pulled down his boxers and let them fall to his ankles. His thick meat was like a huge cannon, sticking straight up in the wind. My mouth salivated at the sight.
I needed to be inside him today. But after yesterday, I didn't know if that's what was on the menu. He might want to play with me some more before we get to the real thing.
Beggars couldn't be choosers.
Mr. Allen ran his fingers through my hair. “This is going to get difficult to go any further if you don't undress too.”
“Shit, sorry about that.” I tore off my shirt and pulled down my pants faster than lightning. My cock stood at attention, bouncing up and down as it pulsed with desire.
“Do you want to go to my bed?” he asked, his hand stroke his cock slowly up and down. Was he going to fuck me or was I going to fuck him?
I didn't know how this was supposed to work.
I nodded as he took my head and brought me over to the king-sized bed. “This being your first time,” he began, “you should take me from behind. You need to learn how to take a man the right way.”
Mr. Allen bent over the bed and exposed his ass to me. It was toned to perfection. His hole was calling to me. “Come over here,” he commanded.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I sidled up behind him and carefully positioned myself close to his ass. My cock accidentally brushed against his hole. I didn't mean to do it but Mr. Allen moaned all the same.
“Go slow at first,” he said. “Shallow thrusts. I don't want you coming too quickly. Pace yourself.”
My brain was having a hard time comprehending when all the blood
had drained to my lower half. My tip teased his eager opening and I did my best to only push partway inside him.
He was right. The pleasure was too intense. I almost blew my load right then and there. I quickly exited and took a deep breath.
“Take your time,” Mr. Allen said. “There's no rush. But don't worry if you come too quickly. That's only natural. We have all summer to experiment.”
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