October 29th, 2011, 12:41 PM
What you're about to read is a story about a man who has made me more horny than any guy my age. I'm not usually so attracted to older men, but this man has seriously gotten me aroused over the years. I literally wrote out my fantasies, so there's no sugar coating her! Be prepared to hear some of my kinks if you decide to read! The first 3 Part's of this actually happened! I wish the rest would..
Anyways, this is my first story so be nice! Here's Part 1. The rest to come soon. Tell me what you think!
The sound of the lawnmower distracted me as I tried to study for finals. I was wrapping up freshman year of college and I was swamped with work. It was a hot summer day and the AC was broken so we had virtually every window in the house open. I was anticipating this study session given I needed peace and quiet to work and I would be home alone for at least 4 hours. However, the Landscaping crew had just arrived to do our lawn, thus my “peaceful” study session had gone out the window. I chewed at the back of my pencil as I attempted to focus. I flipped through pages and became increasingly weary of the subject matter. Then, there was a knock at the back door.
My neighbor, Sandro, was the owner of the Landscaping company. He lived about 2 houses down and was married with 2 children. He was a tall, burly Italian man about the age of 47. He had very dark skin and very short brown hair that had just begun receding. He wasn’t very muscular but was big boned and slightly husky. His presence seemed sort of menacing due to his stature. He was very hairy, but had no facial hair. As I opened the door and greeted him he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“If it isn’t any trouble, could I just get a glass of water? I’m dying out here,” he said with a grin.
“Sure,” I responded as I pulled a water bottle from the fridge.
He stood in the doorway, leaning with his arm up against the doorframe as he waited. I approached him with the water bottle and noticed his hairy armpits. I’d always found hair on a mans body sexy. The quintessence of a man had always turned me on, and he literally embodied the meaning of a “manly man”. As I handed him the water bottle, I didn’t lift my eyes from his sweaty pits. He took the water bottle and put his arm back down.
“Thanks, bud,” he exclaimed, and retreated back to the yard.
By now there was no way I could go back to studying. He had enticed me and my mind was roaming. I had fantasized about him on rare occasions based on glances I got of him when he was over our house drinking a beer and watching the game with my dad, but I’d never really interacted with him in this manner. Seeing him sweaty and scantily clad in just a loose tank top and tight jean shorts turned me on. I sat at the table, still, but rather than focus on my work, I was focused on him. I gazed at him out the window as he worked meticulously on the lawn.
There was a rattling at the front door, and my father walked in.
“Hey Chad, studying?” he said to me.
“Yep,” I replied with a bland tone.
He made his way into the kitchen with a few bags and placed them on the counter. He glanced out the window and saw Sandro collecting his tools in the back yard. He opened the back door and yelled for him.
“Whatsuuuuup!” Sandro shouted back as he piled his last piece of machinery into the truck. His men had all moved on to the next house but he ran up the back steps to the door.
He slapped my father’s hand and shook it. They both smiled as they greeted each other.
“Whats going on Sandro, haven’t seen ya’ in a while,” my Dad said.
“Yeah, yeah; been real busy with work, and the wife and kids,” Sandro replied.
“Yeah.... well if you’ve got some time, maybe you’d like to stop by some time soon to watch the game and have a few beers,” my Dad suggested.
“Let’s see,” Sandro answered as he worked some things out in his head.
“I’m free tomorrow. What time should I head over?”
My Dad thought a bit and responded, “Well the game starts at about 7:30 so you should probably get here at like 6 so we can go in the hot tub first, if you’d like.”
“Sure, sounds great,” Sandro said with a smirk, “See you then!”
“Alright, see ya’ later,” my Dad responded.
Sandro headed back down the steps and around the house where he reunited with his men.
I couldn’t help but beam at the idea of Sandro shirtless in the hot tub. I was certainly looking forward to tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED
October 29th, 2011, 12:42 PM
Re: The Landscaper
Does anyone know if I'm allowed to post a picture of the real life "Sandro"? It's not really violating him since he uploaded the picture to the internet... I'd love to share him with you guys.
October 31st, 2011, 12:29 PM
Re: The Landscaper
Sandro invited himself in, and I stormed down the stairs to greet him.
“Hey, what’s happening man,” he said to me as he slapped me five.
“Not much. My Dad’s outside getting the hot tub ready,” I told him.
“Oh, alright, great!” he said. He walked into the kitchen and sat down where he waited for my Dad. His presence turned me on so much that I really wanted to be around him. I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and gazed at him while he wasn’t looking.
“Oh, hey, by the way,” he said as he held up a bag, “Where can I get changed?”
I looked up the stairs and saw that the bathroom was occupied.
“Well someone’s in the bathroom, but my room has a lock. You can change in there if you want.”
“Okay, thanks,” he said as he made his way up the stairs.
I sat down and began to envision him changing. As of late, this man had been turning me on more than ever. My Dad walked in the back door and asked, “Where’s Sandro?”
I pointed up to my room and replied, “Changing.”
He nodded and sat down at the table as well. Soon, Sandro came walking back downstairs and greeted my father. He was dressed in only a bathing suit. At this point, I was mesmerized by him.
He had a very furry chest, which I found sexy. His nipples were rather large and they were surrounded by hair. He had a very little beer belly, but nothing that could classify him as over weight. His stomach was hairy as well, and he had a thick treasure trail that led down his abdomen. His chest hair was greying a bit, but was mostly dark brown like his hair. He rubbed his chest a bit while he talked to my father which really turned me on. I stared at his body for as long as I could before it became obvious that I was staring at his hairy frame. Soon they went outside to the hot tub, and I advanced to my room.
When I entered my room, I saw Sandro’s bag on the floor and his clothing laid out on my bed. I closed the door and locked it and returned to his pile of laundry. I sifted through a bit and threw his shirt to the side. I unfolded his pants and tucked inside of them was his boxers. As I eye balled them, my heart began to race. I held them in my hand and looked at them; turning them over and getting a view from a different angle. I laid them down on the bed and rubbed my hand over the area where his cock had once been. The idea that I was feeling his warm underwear that was once firmly attached to his ass and his cock made me so horny. I turned them inside out and took a whiff. Testosterone was pumping through my body as I smelt his masculine aroma. The smell of his ass made me hard and I began to rub my dick through my pants. It wasn’t long before my pecker was out in the open and I was stroking it.
I myself am fairly average looking. I have light brown hair, and hazel eyes. I’m athletic and have some body bulk but I am more skinny than muscular. I was never really attracted to that type though. I was always more attracted to Sandro’s type: hot, hairy, well-built, lion-hearted, straight daddies. They always gave me a vibe of pure power. Sniffing his boxers and rubbing the place where his cock had been had my dick throbbing. The smell of his ass was crisp and welcoming. I smelt a hint of his cologne, but it was over powered by the arousing scent of his raw, tempting asshole. As I jerked off and rubbed his boxers on my face, I closed my eyes and pictured his fat cock hanging between his legs. I watched as he stroked his meat and pinched his nipples. He moaned and groaned and rubbed his hand on his bubble-butt ass cheeks. It didn’t take long for me to bust a huge nut all over my chest. When ever I was extraordinarily horny, I tended to shoot bigger loads, and this was one of those times. I laid their for a moment, still hanging on to the fantasy, with my pulsating dick clenched tight in my hands. I was drenched in cum, and more turned on than I had been in a long time.
I just had to see what this man could offer. I was so attracted to him, and I needed to formulate some type of plan to see what he was packing, or get any type of glimpse of him off guard and maybe even in the buff. I placed his boxers back inside of his jeans and folded them again. I laid them where they were originally placed and laid his shirt back over it. The crime scene was secure. I cleaned myself up and head to the window to get a good look at him.
The hot tub was right outside the window from my second floor bedroom and I peeked outside. I saw him sitting in the hot tub, looking at my Dad. He didn’t even know I was watching him. His arms were up and I got another long hard look at his wet, hairy arm pits. I felt another boner coming on. After a while, they decided to get out. Sandro stood up and what I saw made me want to reach for a camera. His body hair was wet and stuck to his chest. I watched the water glistening on his dark skin. Water dripped down his body and he ran his fingers through his hair. He stood up even more and I got a quick look at his bulge. His wet bathing suit was stuck to his legs and I could clearly make out the shape of his dick. It was stuck to his leg as well, and came
about a quarter of the way down his thigh. After all, he was soft, but I was still impressed. I felt my body begin to quiver as he grabbed at his package, then adjusted his bathing suit. As he turned and climbed over the edge, his bathing suit sagged a bit and I could see the top of his ass crack. His back hair made its way all the way down to his ass, and I was taken over by how sexy this man was. He grabbed a towel and threw it over himself and began to rub his body down. It seemed that every thing he did turned me on. While he was proceeding with this, he looked up at the window and our eyes met.
Shit, I thought. However, he just smiled and waved. I smiled back, but decided to un perch myself from the window after that awkward encounter.
I made my way out of my bedroom, knowing he would soon be returning to gather his clothing. By now the bathroom was unoccupied, so I expected him to use it to change. However, he passed by me with a nod and closed himself inside my room. I listened closely, but I didn’t hear the door lock. The house was silent, and I could hear as he slid his bathing suit down and kicked it off. I heard him shuffling his clothing and going through his bag.
I pictured this tall, dark-skinned, well-built, hairy man standing totally naked in my room, and I felt an incredible urge to go have a peek.
I was possessed by the thrill of the moment and my lustful feelings towards him, and I made my way towards my bed room. As I grew closer to the door, I made a plan.
Walk in, look at his cock, apologize for walking in on him, and leave.
It seemed infallible, but as I grew closer to the door, I began to imagine how awkward it would be after, and my heart rate increased tremendously. It seemed like a great idea in my mind, but executing it was the problem. I didn’t have the guts to do it, and I stood by the door with my hand reaching for the knob trying to decide whether or not I wanted to go through with this. Just as I made up my mind, he opened the door and walked out, fully clothed.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, “it’s all yours,” he told me.
It took me a moment to snap out of my craze but I smiled, looked him in the eyes, and gave him a nod. As I walked into the room he patted me on the back which stopped me in my tracks. The friendly relationship between him and I excited me. I dreamed about a scenario where he would playfully expose himself, or put himself in a situation with me that he wouldn’t with any one else. I was enjoying the idea of this, and my mind was racing. He went downstairs to meet my Dad at the couch, and I laid down in my bed, continuing to fantasize about him. I smiled warmly as I pictured him in my mind. This was my perfect man, but I knew I’d never be able to do anything sexual with him. He was straight as a ruler; married with kids nonetheless. At best, I’d be able to catch glimpses of him in a rare form like I had tonight. Still, the concept enlightened me, and I laid silently in my bed.
I listened to their conversation through the floor; they were talking about the game. As the night went on and more beers were downed, Sandro became louder. Their conversation was pretty stupid. Typical guy stuff: farting, hot girls, alcohol, football. I had almost entirely lost interest until Sandro threw an odd ball. Out of nowhere, he brought up his personal life. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to his head, but he seemed loose. His voice grew fainter and I couldn’t make out what he was saying as well. Intrigued, I jumped off my bed and pressed my ear to the floor. Being that my room was directly above them, I could make out what he was saying here and there. After he was done, I had come to the conclusion that he and his wife were struggling to keep their relationship alive. He told my father that they were considering a divorce, and that she wanted to move out and take the kids........... perfect.
THREE WEEKS LATER
School was out and I had a lot more free time on my hands. I was home alone virtually everyday except on weekends, and I was really enjoying living independently. The fact that I had so much alone time meant one thing: I was horny as hell all the time. I hadn’t seem Sandro in quite a while. Him and his wife were going through a divorce settlement and he distanced himself from his friends, including my Dad. I’d only seen him on a few occasions when he was doing our lawn, but I didn’t interact with him at all.
I was watching TV when I heard my Dad talking on the phone. He was speaking to Sandro. “Hey Sandro. Haven’t heard from you in a while,” he paused and let Sandro speak.
I listened intently to his conversation.
“Well, we’re having a BBQ this weekend with family and friends and we’d love if you’d come.”
Again, he paused and waited, “Right. I understand if you don’t want to come if she is there.”
Based on my Dad’s responses, I figured Sandro was talking about his wife.
“Well then how about just you come? It’ll be fun and you can loosen up,” he suggested.
Again, he listened in to the phone, “Alright great, see you then.”
After the phone call concluded, I’d come to the conclusion that Sandro was coming over for a small get together in the backyard this weekend, without his wife or kids. I began counting down the days, and then it finally arrived.
FOUR DAYS LATER
It was the day of the BBQ and Sandro showed up early, being he lives only 2 houses down. My Mom greeted him at the door and he handed her a plate of brownies. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and at that point I was really jealous. As he walked by me, I nodded and smiled and he ruffled my hair.
“Sup Sport,” he said as he passed by.
I was glad that he was in my company again; I missed seeing him around. I knew he was kind of down in the dumps, so I wasn’t expecting anything really thrilling from him today.
Once all the guests arrived I ventured outside and found a seat at a table with Sandro, my Sister, my Dad, and my Uncle. Sandro had a beer in his hand and seemed like he was already getting comfortable. Maybe this wouldn’t be as boring as I thought it would.
“Oh, Cassie,” Sandro said grabbing my sister’s attention.
She turned and looked at him, “Yeah?”
“Do you think you could baby sit tomorrow night?” he asked her, “the wife won’t be home and I’m going out with my friends.”
She thought a bit and replied, “No, sorry. I’m going out with friends tomorrow.”
“Ah, Okay,” he said in disappointment. She always babysat for him so this would mean finding a new one for the night.
“Oh, Chad, do you think you can baby sit for me?,” he turned to me.
I look at him wide eyed, “Uhm, yeah sure.”
“Alright great, thanks! I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” he told me.
“Okay,” I said with a smile. This smile wasn’t faked, however. I was glowing at the idea of being inside of his house. As the night rolled on, the guys decided to play a game of backyard football. Normally I wouldn’t want to play, but Sandro would be on the opposite team and if this meant physical contact with him, I was totally down.
I nonchalantly agreed to play and was given a role. I wasn’t very good at football. My main sport was Volly Ball. However, I pushed through and made some decent plays. After a while, we decided to do away with 2-hand touch and play tackle. I made sure I was covering Sandro and I anticipated a tackle. I fathomed rolling around with him in the grass as we wrestled for control of a ball. I couldn’t wait; it was bound to happen.
Sure enough, I was thrown a pass and Sandro was right there to block it. However, I didn’t even get a chance to catch it. He swatted it out of the air and followed it up with a smug victory dance. I laughed playfully, although I was angry that I missed the opportunity.
‘Next time’ I thought. I waited for another pass, but it wasn’t coming. We weren’t able to make the touch down and Sandro’s team got control of the ball. He taunted us with chants and remarks from the other side of the lawn. We kicked off and the ball landed right in front of Sandro. He scooped it up and came sprinting at us. His players did their best to protect him and block our teams defense, and he was darting straight up the center of the playing field. It was like a bull charging right at me, and he’s about the only bull I’d gladly try to take by the horns.
Rather than take the blast of his brute force, I stepped to the side a bit and tried to tackle him that way. He reached me and put his shoulder out first. I threw myself at him and grabbed his side. I slid down as he treaded on. My strategy was effective and he began slowing down. I slid further and further towards the ground as I held on for dear life. His pants began to slide down as well, exposing the rim of his boxers. I didn’t get a good look, however, because my face was buried against his thigh. I wrapped my arms around him and locked myself on, trying to pull him down. I felt his body trying to squirm free from my grip as he attempted to pull through. By now I was being dragged like a rag doll, hanging out to his legs, and just before I lost grip, another team mate tackled him. He landed on top of me and rolled over. I also flip flopped and he ended up face down at the bottom of a doggy pile.
I laid just above him in the mix and everyone continued to pile on, laughing wildly. His face turned bright red as he laughed and struggled to avoid being flattened. With my legs up by the back of his head, I laid pressed tightly against him, and in the flailing of arms and feet, I decided to take advantage of the situation. As I “struggled for freedom”, I slid my hand around his ass and felt it a bit. It was firm and round. I felt around a bit more, but what I feared eventually happened. After only 4 seconds of feeling his ass and sliding my arm around by his ass cheeks, I popped a boner.
Being that I was compressed against him, I felt my hard dick rubbing against his back. In the frenzy, he didn’t even know what it was, or who was even on top of him. Fortunately, he didn’t get any ideas and laughed along with all of us as we slowly fell off. Eventually, I was freed and climbed off too. He laid flat on the ground laughing to himself with his face buried into the grass. He took a moment to regain his composure, and I took a moment to stare at his boxers which I had exposed earlier. I really felt like tearing them off and licking his ass, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen; especially not here. We finished the game shortly after, and went inside for dessert. As the night wound down, everyone left and I went to sleep.
I was looking forward to hearing from Sandro.
October 31st, 2011, 11:02 PM
Re: The Landscaper
Boy, Chad has it bad for Sandro. The fantasies are running wild. He best be careful when he goes to babysit. Great story and well told. Look forward to Part 4.
November 1st, 2011, 11:42 AM
Re: The Landscaper
Originally Posted by Craiger
November 4th, 2011, 11:38 AM
Re: The Landscaper
The next day, I was sitting at the computer when the phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was Sandro. I picked up the phone and said hello.
“Hey Chad. So my wife is going out at 7, and I’ll be going out shortly after. You can come over around 7:15. Just let yourself in,” he ordered.
“Okay, sounds good,” I said, “anything I need to know?” I replied.
“Yeah, just have them in bed by 9:30 the latest. They already had dinner so you can just give them a little snack from the snack cabinet if they want one,” he told me.
“Okay, sounds good. See you then,” I said.
“Alright, Bye Bye,” he answered.
He hung up the phone and I began to think. It was only 2:30 now, so I still had a good 4 hours before I had to head over there. I tried to fathom what I’d do. I’d never baby sat before. I wanted to establish myself as a respectable, trustful baby sitter so that he’d invite me back if he ever needed one. I had to out do my sister, which meant sneaking the kids a little ice cream if they really wanted it. Yet at the same time, I had to maintain a sense of professionalism, which meant no looking through his dirty laundry for boxers to sniff. I figured staying out of his room was the best way to keep myself from getting horny while over there, and it was a pretty solid plan. I was awaiting my baby sitting adventures for the night, and set my mind on it.
Before I knew it, 7:15 was here. I grabbed a few things and head over his house. I knocked on the door, but then remembered his demands. I let myself in and walked in to the hallway. I looked around a bit, but nobody greeted me. I wandered around the house some more and ventured upstairs. I didn’t see a soul. I could see the master bedroom at the top of the second stair case and saw a flickering light coming from underneath the door. I followed the sign of life and opened the door.
When I did, I saw Sandro laying on his bed in just his briefs! My eyes widened and I clenched the knob tighter. Startled, he looked up at me.
“Sorry,” I called, as I closed the door.
I stood outside the room in shock. What’s happening? I pondered in confusion. A slight grim emerged on my face, realizing I had just walked in on Sandro almost completely naked.
After an awkward pause, he hollered, “Come in.”
I expect to walk in and see him clothed, having taken the time to get dressed, but when I walked back in, he was in the same position. He was sprawled out on top of the covers of his bed in a snug pair of blue briefs. His arms were stretched across the pillows and his legs were open.
I looked at him with uncertainty. He looked a bit out of it. His eyes seemed heavy and he looked very relaxed. I noticed one beer bottle next to the bed, which wasn’t enough to get him drunk.
“Chad, my wife took the kids with her. Sorry, I forgot to call you back,” Sandro told me.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said with a chuckle.
“So, you want to watch the game with me? Cliffe is at bat,” he muttered.
“Oh, uhmm,” I said as I began to think. I wanted to stay here with him but it seemed sort of awkward and strange hanging out with a 47 year old man. Before I could finish, he cut me off.
“Ah- shit,” he mumbled as he got up, “I’m sorry, I’ll put some pants on.”
I smiled at him but as he began to get up, he stopped.
“You know what, fuck it. It’s hot as hell in here. You don’t mind right?” he said as he looked at the jeans he held in his hand.
I was taken back and couldn’t answer. He looked over at me and waited for my response.
“No. Not at all,” I replied, “Sure, I’ll stay and watch the game.”
He smiled and threw his jeans to the ground, then patted the bed, implying that I should come have a seat.
I walked over with a big smile and sat at the edge of the bed and glared at the TV. What I wanted to be glaring at was Sandro’s bulge, and his unshaven body. He mumbled some baseball factoids and mentioned some pointers to me to which I nonchalantly nodded. I had no idea what he was talking about since I didn’t watch baseball.
We continued watching the game, but after a while he stopped talking and I noticed he had closed his eyes. He was so relaxed that he had fallen asleep. I swallowed hard and leaned back a little. I looked at his bulge and made out the shape of his cock. The head of his dick pressed against the bottom of his briefs and his balls rested against his thigh. His meaty cock seemed pretty thick, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I scanned his body and glared at his hairy legs. His fuzzy chest made me horny and I felt an urge to kiss and caress his body. His arms were hairy as well, and his arm pits were thick with fur.
I leaned back a bit to the point where I was nearly laying next to him. I moved my face closer to his hairy arm pit and took a whiff. His aroma sent chills through my body. He was wearing deodorant but I could still pick up his scent. He stirred a bit and I immediately sat up and turned my head back to the TV.
I built up enough courage to glare back at him out of the corner of my eyes, and he hadn’t awoken. I was too nervous to smell or feel him anymore, fearing he’d awaken and I decided to turn back to the TV. I didn’t want to watch baseball, and after all he was sleeping. I grabbed the remote and flipped through a channel. I pressed an incorrect key and the VCR player turned on. I fumbled with the remote to undo my error when suddenly, the baseball game cut off and a porno came on.
Some blonde chick was getting eaten out, and she moaned in pleasure. I quickly pressed any key I could to turn it off, but I ended up making the volume louder by accident. Sandro groaned and opened his eyes.
“SHIT,” he yelled as he quickly sat up and grabbed the remote from my hands. He hit a button that turned the TV off and gasped as he laid back and placed his hand over his head. I sat there wide eyed, trying not to laugh.
“Sorry,” he told me, “I’m sure you’ve seen porn before, right?” he said to me.
“Uhm, yeah,” I said, without making eye contact.
“Alright, so no worries,” he said with a rift in his voice.
“Yeah,” I replied with hesitation. This is so awkward I thought to myself.
“Don’t tell my wife or anyone, please,” he ordered.
I looked over at him and said, “I won’t.”
“Well, my wife and I are going through a divorce and let’s be honest, I haven’t been getting any lately,” he said with a shy undertone.
“Yeah, I get it,” I said as I laughed. My chuckle comforted him and he let out a sigh of relief.
He laughed, “Alright, thanks pal,” and gave me a light punch on the arm. Even a light punch from him made my body rock to the side a bit. We shared some laughter, but our laughs were shattered when he suddenly said, “So, should I turn it back on?”
I squinted and looked at him, “Uhm, what?” I wasn’t prepared for that.
“I said, should I turn the porn back on? You probably like that better than baseball,” he remarked with a chuckle.
“I guess,” I said hastily.
“Well alright then,” he said with a smile as he flicked the TV back on.
The porno resumed and the girl was still getting eaten out. It was kind of gross to me. Her pussy didn’t excite me at all. However, Sandro seemed like he was having a field day. I glanced over at him from time to time and his forehead was getting a bit sweaty. My heart rate increased as I fantasized about jerking off with him. He was focused on the porn and didn’t seem to care about me checking him out. His bulge was getting bigger, and his briefs began to lift a bit. His arms were up behind his head and his feet were still spread. His position made me horny, and watching his cock made me even hornier.
What I thought would never happen was happening. For some reason, Sandro felt totally comfortable in front of me. Maybe it was because of his lack of socialization lately, but he didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was laying in bed next to me with a hard on. I was lost for words as I saw a boner beginning to grow between Sandro’s legs. He moved his hand down from his head and placed it on his bulge. He didn’t stroke his dick; his hand just sat there. I looked back and forth between the porno and Sandro with anticipation. What was he going to do?
I was in shock and didn’t know how to react. I soon popped a boner too, but it wasn’t from watching the porn. Sandro’s hand reseting on his boner made me so hard that I almost cummed without even touching myself. I reseted my hand over my pants, trying to block him from seeing, and I thought that he was trying to do that too. However, he soon placed his palm on his bulge and rubbed from the base of his dick to the tip. I heard a girl being pounded in the background and watched out of the corner of my eye as Sandro slid his hand on his briefs. His boner was pretty big, and lifted the rim of his briefs off of his body. He had gone this far, I felt as though he was about to take his dick out any second and start jerking off. He exhaled as he felt himself, but suddenly he stopped. I realized I had a huge smile on my face, and quickly wiped it off. He looked over at me out of breath and we stared into each others eyes. He laughed, and jumped up. He turned the TV off and reached for his pants.
“Fuck, I’m supposed to meet the guys at the bar in 20 minutes. I’m going to be late!,” he yelled.
He payed no mind to what just happened, which unsettled me. He was so loose; so free, and I was yearning for more. I sat on the side of the bed in disbelief. Something must have come over me, but I began to pout that this session was over.
“Thanks for spending some time with me,” he said as he put on his jeans.
“No problem,” I said as I looked up.
“We should do this again some time,” he said as he put on his button up shirt in a hurry.
I paused, then answered, “Yeah,” I said with a nod.
“Hope I meet a hot girl there. I’d love to reenact that porno tonight if you know what I mean,” he said with a laugh. I laughed too, but sulked at the idea of Sandro fucking some girl, instead of me. I knew him and I ‘getting it on’ wouldn’t happen, but I guess I was just jealous.
“That tape always gets me off,” he said with a giggle.
I laughed and stood up, ready to say goodbye and leave.
“And hey,” he hollered. I turned to face him.
“NOBODY finds out about this,” he told me.
“Of course,” I reassured him.
“Alright, good,” he said, “Bye now.”
“Later,” I replied as I headed for the door.
As I walked down the stairs to the front door, I almost collapsed.
What just happened?
Tonights shocking events had me reeling. I was more horny than I’d ever been in my life. I had never had an experience with another man like this in my life. And of all people, it was Sandro. The hot landscaper I have a crush on. As I pulled down on the handle to the door, the satisfaction of what just occurred appeared on my face. I smiled as I left, but heard Sandro’s voice calling from upstairs.
“CHAD,” he yelled.
Maybe this night isn’t over I thought.
I darted back up the stairs, looking forward to what he was summoning me for. When I reached the room, he was standing at the edge of the bed, staring at his cell phone.
“Friends just texted me and said the bar is closed tonight,” he said.
I had to stifle a smile; the excitement was really getting to me.
“Fucking sucks man,” he said again.
“Oh, sorry,” I said in all seriousness.
“It’s fine,” he replied, “you know, I’d like if you stayed and kept me company,” he said.
“Sure,” I replied.
This was going perfectly.
November 4th, 2011, 05:23 PM
November 4th, 2011, 10:55 PM
Re: The Landscaper
I have a feeling Sandro won't have to find a girl tonight... He may find a completely different aspect of life... one the he may really enjoy. I'm sure Chad will.
November 29th, 2011, 01:10 PM
Re: The Landscaper
Sorry, it's been a while!
I had butterflies in my stomach as I stood before Sandro.
“So, whats up?” he said to me.
“Nothing, really,” I replied.
“Thats cool,” he said.
We paused for a few moments and avoided eye contact for a bit; it was getting awkward. Suddenly, Sandro surprised me yet again.
“Damn, that video made me fucking horny,” he said with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” I said.
The way he was talking to me was almost like ‘bro talk’. It was so strange coming from him, but so hot! This is what I’d been dreaming of, but now that it was happening, it was so strange.
“I wanted to go out so bad! I really wanted to do the dirty tonight,” he said as he laughed.
I laughed back. “Man,” he mumbled. Swiftly, our eyes met. We stared at each other for a few moments. I took a deep breath and gushed inside. His eyes enveloped me. He had such complete power over me, that I felt as though I was his game.
“You got any booty calls?” I asked, then immediately regretted it.
However, he laughed along, “No, not for tonight, unfortunately,” he said.
Talking about sex with Sandro was a bit uncomfortable. He had always been very outgoing, but I never though he’d be this outgoing.
“Damn,” he said, “I may need to just go in the bathroom and spank the monkey.”
I laughed and shrugged.
“You got any hot college girls that wouldn’t mind getting tossed around by my Italian sausage on speed dial,” he said with a grim. I assumed he was joking, but wasn’t totally sure.
“Nah, sorry,” I said.
“Damn!” he added.
He sighed and fell onto the bed. He threw his legs up, put his arms over his head, and closed his eyes. I looked around for a bit, waiting for him to do or say something. I decided to make a bold move and sat on the bed next to him. He opened his eyes and looked over at me. I thought he’d say something but instead he just closed his eyes again. A smirk arose on his face.
“Y’know,” he said, “I really could use a good blow job right about now.”
I smiled at him.
“I wouldn’t even care who it was from,” he said. I cringed a bit, trying to fathom where he was going with this. My heart beat increased and my palms began to sweat. He looked over at me, smiled, then reverted back to his old position. I nodded and glared at him as he lowered his hand down towards his crotch. He rested his hand on his ‘Italian sausage’ and cupped it. I swallowed hard and began to tremble. Was he trying to seduce me? Does he know I’m gay?
I was so confused and lost, but I was loving every minute of this. Then, it happened. The moment I was waiting for for so long.
He opened his eyes, looked over at me, smirked, and said, “C’mon.”
I knew what he meant, but I played dumb. I looked around a bit and didn’t answer him.
“Hmm?” I replied. I was so mad at myself for backing down. This was actually happening and here I was, acting foolish.
“Never mind,” he said as he sat up. I was losing him, and it was time for the last resort.
“No, what did you mean?” I said.
He looked over at me surprised and smiled.
“There’s the kid I know,” he replied.
I looked at him wide eyed and he sensed that I was nervous.
“Come on Chad, I know,” he said softly. The tone in his voice was as though he was trying to comfort me. I could only draw one conclusion to what he was talking about and it was of my sexuality.
“Just don’t look at me while you do it, please,” he said.
Once he conveyed that, I froze. My arms shook, and I began to sweat. I bit my lip and looked away from him immediately. It took me a while to come to full realization that Sandro was asking me for a blowjob. Holy shit! I thought. If I was going to go through with this, I wanted it to be good. I’d never sucked dick before, but I’d watched a lot of porn. I figured my skills were good enough and I decided to try it.
I looked at him again and he was still beaming at me.
“And this is the extent of it, okay?” he affirmed. “No other funny business. And this is the only time this will ever be going down. And you’re not telling ANYONE!”
I couldn’t even speak, so I nodded. He looked up at the ceiling and moaned. I sat on the edge of the bed looking around the room, waiting for him to act upon this. Maybe he had spoken too soon. Now he seemed a bit hesitant and shy.
“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence. He sat up and unbuttoned his pants. He unzipped them as well and pulled them down. He inched his way to the edge of the bed and his muscular legs dangled off. I decided it was my time to make my way over there. Still in shock, I kneeled down before him. His hairy legs hung next to my head and his huge bulge beckoned to me. He grabbed it with his hand and began to stroke it a bit.
“Let me get hard,” he said. I agreed and waited as he rubbed it for a while. Although it remained in his underwear it was still one of the hottest sights I’d ever seen. His hairy body rose above me and his sexy face puckered up as he exerted the force required to pop a boner. While he had trouble getting stiff, I had been rock hard for a while now.
“Can I turn some porn on? I’ll just watch that while you do your thing and It’ll help me stay hard,” he pleaded.
“Yeah,” I said. Getting that word out was difficult for me. My eyes were affixed to his briefs. His hairy bush couldn’t be continued in his tight underwear. Pubic hairs escaped from every which way. He flicked some porn on and it seemed to work. He was getting harder and harder and soon he decided it was time to take it out. He reached around the brim and began to lift them a bit. He was hesitant, however, he finally did it.
November 30th, 2011, 12:02 AM
Re: The Landscaper
Nooooooooooooo! the dreaded cliffhanger......lol “And this is the extent of it, okay?” he affirmed. “No other funny business. And this is the only time this will ever be going down. And you’re not telling ANYONE!” For some strange reason I don't think this will be the only time... Sandro's going to find that Chad is much better at this then he thinks. And, he gong to love it. Next chapter, please!
November 30th, 2011, 03:57 AM
Re: The Landscaper
You need his permission to post the picture especially if you were not the photographer and therefor do not own the copyright.
Originally Posted by ThisIsAUserName
November 30th, 2011, 03:02 PM
Re: The Landscaper
Thank you very much! I was certainly hesitant. Glad you filled me in before I did anything stupid.
Originally Posted by Autolycus
December 2nd, 2011, 03:15 AM
Re: The Landscaper
omg more please dont leave us hard for long
Hot and Horny
December 7th, 2011, 01:14 PM
Re: The Landscaper
He wasn’t lying when he compared his dick to an ‘Italian sausage’. The beast hung before me and left me in awe. It looked about 7 inches. It was tan, cut, and very thick. He had a few veins leading up the base of his cock which really turned me on. As I sized it up, I noticed the mushroom-head shape of the tip of his dick. His pubes were very fully and hairy, and the hair even continued down to his balls which hung low to the ground. I nearly came from the sight of looking at it. He looked at me for a second and seemed to signal that I could go for it. His eyes quickly darted back to the TV and he took his dick in the palm of his hand. He stroked it for a little and held it towards me. My hands began to rise and I could almost taste his sweet cock. I put my hands around his dick and his soft, warm skin made me shake. I stroked it a bit. I could fit both of my hands on the shaft of his cock, and the head was still exposed.
I was in shock that this gorgeous, straight man was sharing his big, beautiful cock with me. My wildest dreams were coming true, and I was loving it. I cupped his balls in my other hand as I stroked his dick. He coughed and grumbled, and continued to watch the TV. I rubbed his balls and firmly gripped his dick. I was ready to suck it.
I moistened my lips and held his dick towards my mouth. I stared at it for another moment and prepared myself. I opened my mouth and slowly worked my head closer to it. He looked down for a moment to see how I was doing, only this time he didn’t look back up at the TV. I avoided eye contact, and stuck out my tongue. It made contact. My wet tongue scraped the surface of his cock. I held the monster with one hand, and stroked the base of it with the other. I licked it again, and again. I rolled my tongue around the head and he winced a bit. I hit the sensitive spot over and over and made him shiver. I gripped harder as I massaged his cock, and felt his veiny dick running through my hand. My lips closed on the head and my tongue circumnavigated it. I rolled my mouth over the head and felt my lips close on his shaft. I fit my mouth over the whole head and sucked a bit. He moaned and laid his head back in pleasure.
Will still beating his dick, I began to move my head down. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I pushed my mouth forward. I pulled off and his wet dick bounced in my face. I stroked it for a bit and went back in. Slowly, I pressed forward. I rolled my neck and tilted my head as my tongue glided against his shaft. My mouth rotated on his dick so that he would feel the pleasure from all angles. I bit very gently and lightly scraped my teeth against his cock. My jaw moved as I fit into all the grooves and bumps in his bulgy penis. Again, I pulled off and held his dick up in the air. He was still watching me. I decided to make eye contact with him as I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the top, then down. Was watching me service him turning him on? I took his balls in my mouth and stroked his dick as I sucked on his nuts. They laid in my mouth as I made them moist with my tongue. I released them and pecked at them with my tongue as they hung. I really wanted to keep licking, between his legs, and eventually to his ass, and then give him a kiss.
I took his dick back in my mouth and worked my way down again. This time, getting further down his penis then before. I began to feel the pressure and the loss of air. I felt my gag reflex kicking in as I dove nose deep down his long dick. My nose had just about reached his bush when I had to pull off. A strand of saliva hung from my mouth and connected to his soaking wet slab of meat. He giggled as I struggled to fit his dick in my mouth. My ears teared a bit and I wiped it away. Determined, I went in again. This time I opened my throat wider, and began to swallow it. I reached about the same point as last time when I felt his sweat hand on the back of my head. He began to push my head down. My eyes widened as his cock slid into the back of my throat. I gagged again, but I was unable to fit the force of his hand on the back of my head. This submissive kink turned me on and inspired me to keep pushing. Finally, my nose became buried in his furry pubes and my lips reached the base of his cock. His entire dick was in the back of my throat and I choked. I wanted desperately to escape his clutches and take a deep breath, but his other hand held me down. He held the position and pushed with his cock. I felt it vibrating on my tongue and once he was satisfied, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off.
I gasped for breath and blinked. I’d just taken his whole dick. He smiled and laughed as he wiped the saliva from his lips. I stared at the beast and it stared back at me. I drip of pre cum had found its way out of his dick and I placed my tongue on it. As I dragged my tongue away, a strand of pre cum formed. It broke and I licked up the rest of it. Sandro’s big Italian sausage made me hungry for more, and I put my lips around his dick around. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and they could barley touch my palm. I stroked and twirled and licked and sucked. He moaned in ecstasy as I began to move faster. My mouth slid up and down his cock and my tongue slurped faster and faster. My hand stroked the base of his dick and I pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. He began to tense up and I felt him quiver. I pulled out for a second to give him a quick break and went back to his balls. I let them dangle above my face and I lowered them into my mouth. My tongue worked it’s way in between and all around them. Once I was done, I turned my attention back to his dick.
I finally came out of my shell. I was no longer shy, in fact; confident. He was really enjoying my dome and it gave me a warm feeling. I threw myself upon his cock again and licked it from top to bottom. I took the whole thing in my mouth and deep throated him. Faster, faster, faster. I slurped and sucked like mad. He held his hands on the back of my head again, and face fucked me. I let my neck rest and allowed him to plow his dick further into my throat. He humped my face over and over, and his hairy legs wrapped around my head. His balls swung as he rolled his hips back and forth, smacking me in the chin. I closed my eyes and opened wider so he could fit it better, and tightened my lips. He began to moan louder and louder. I held his balls in my hand and tugged on them while he fucked my face till his hearts content. Suddenly, he hollered, “Wait, I’m going to cum!” He pulled out fast and held his dick. He didn’t stroke it and held off the orgasm. I was hungry for that load and darted towards his cock again, thinking it was a false alarm. However, I was met with his palm in my face.
“No, I almost finished!” he said.
I looked at him perplexed, “Don’t you want to?” I asked. I figured this session had lasted long enough. It had been a good 40 minutes that I’d been going at it. I couldn’t believe he’d even edged for that long. “No,” he responded, “We’re not done.” He winked at me and I got the message. He wanted to go further.
December 7th, 2011, 03:24 PM
December 7th, 2011, 10:43 PM
Re: The Landscaper
He's never going back to his wife or any other woman, you wait and see............lol Particularly if he "goes further."
December 8th, 2011, 01:13 PM
Re: The Landscaper
And we want you to go all the way with your story
Originally Posted by ThisIaUserName
December 9th, 2011, 04:23 AM
Hot and Horny
December 17th, 2011, 09:37 AM
Re: The Landscaper
I stood up and looked at him. He looked back at me and smiled. He turned the TV off and started at me with a lust in his eyes. He rubbed my arm and lifted at the bottom of my shirt. I took it off and he put his arms around my waist. He drew me a bit closer and I felt the pull between us. I laid the palm of my hands on his fuzzy chest and stroked his hairy body. His fur ran between my fingers and I massaged his side. Slowly, we grew closer. I kneeled on the bed and placed myself on his lap. Facing him I let my fingers graze against his nipples. I caressed them gently and tweaked them in my fingers. His soft nipples grew harder, and I rubbed them even more.
As one hand rubbed his chest, my other slid down his body. My hand moved over his gut and down towards his cock. It felt through his forest and I slid my fingers against his boner. His erect dick pulsated in my hand and I grew nearer. He looked at me and puckered his lips. He closed his eyes, but I didn’t. As I drew nearer, I expected he’d back out, but he didn’t. I closed mine as well and parted my lips slightly. Our lips met and a wet kissing sound echoed throughout the room. We both paused for a second, but went back again. My lips fit into the groove of his and we kissed softly. Our lips intertwined and slowly grew open. My bottom lip fit into his mouth and he sucked on it a bit as I tilted my head and sucked on his upper lip. We rolled our heads back and forth as our mouthes slid together.
Then, I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. His big, wet tongue filled my mouth and hindered mine. When he retracted it, I slid mine into his. Our moist tongues fell into each others mouthes and our lips opened and closed. I felt his hand on my face as he rubbed it lightly. Saliva gathered in our mouthes and we paused for air. When we did, we opened our eyes and glared at each other for a moment. I bit my lip and he stuck out his tongue. I closed my eyes and moved my lips over his tongue. He held it there and I sucked on it, almost as if it was his dick. We then reversed roles and eventually let our tongues hang out of our mouthes. They scraped each other as they twitched. He held the back of my head and pulled me even closer. I kissed his neck softly and sucked on it a bit. He moaned and pushed me down even more. He held up his arm and made a muscle and I rubbed his biceps. I breathed deeply as I embraced his huge arms. I kissed them and held his arm up. He closed his eyes and held his head back as he exhaled in pleasure.
His hairy armpits beckoned to me. I licked from his triceps down. Slowly, I felt his his hair skimp against my tongue. More and more filled my mouth as I licked his armpit. His hairy underarms made me so horny, and I licked them bottom to top. The hair became stiff as it got wet. They clung together as I tasted them with joy. My tongue rolled over his arms and smothered his sweaty pits. His scent made made me excited and I desired more.
“Can you turn around?” I asked him.
“You’re not fucking me,” he said with sincerity.
“I know... just do it,” I told him.
He trustfully stood up and turned around. I bent him over on the bed and spread his legs. His tan, plump ass gazed at me. His ass cheeks were hairy like the rest of his body and the hair became more abundant as it reached his asshole. His hard cock rested on the bed and his sagging balls hung between his legs. I stroked them a bit and pulled them between his legs. I licked them and sucked them ‘till they were moist. Then, I let them hang and placed my hands on his ass. I rubbed his cheeks and grabbed them a bit.
“What are you doing,” he asked me as he looked over his shoulder.
“Just close your eyes,” I said.
He turned back around and laid his head down. He arched his back and I put my hands between his cheeks. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at his pink asshole. He puckered it and I spit on it. I stuck my nose near it and sniffed. Then, I took a nose dive right into his ass. I pressed my tongue against his hairy hole and pulsated it. He lifted his head and moaned. I held his cheeks open as I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his hole. I pressed on the opening with my tongue, trying to battle my way in. The tip of my tongue managed to slither in a bit, but didn’t get far. He was really tight!
“Fuck kid, that feels good,” Sandro whispered.
I continued to roll my tongue around his blowhole and took big long slurps. It was all wet and lubed up and I stuck my finger on it. I smeared my saliva around and dug my finger in a bit. He winced forward and turned around.
“Easy,” he said with a giggle.
He took me by the chin and lifted me up to his level. He grabbed my face and pulled me in and kissed me some more. Sandro, like I, was getting really turned on. He was even more passionate than before. I could feel the fire in his spirit as his viciously kissed me with immense pleasure. We moaned a bit as our tongues filled each others mouthes. His hands reached down and felt around my bulge. I was hard as hell so it wasn’t hard to find. As we kissed, I grabbed his cock, which remained hard, and stroked it backhanded. I took a break to pull off my pants and boxers. My dick bounced out and smacked him in the balls. He hesitantly took it in his hand.
This was Sandro’s first dick. He’d never handled one before, and the fact that he was now handling mine was beyond my wildest dreams. He held mine and rubbed it in somewhat of a fixed manner; much like he would jerk his.
We continued to kiss for a while and I pushed him on to the bed. We continued to make out as I laid on top on top of him. My cock rubbed against his stomach as I swung my hips. I arched my back and slithered across his body like a snake as we hooked up. The wet noises of our tongues and saliva being exchanged made us move even faster. We were so horny that we couldn’t help ourselves. I grinded against him and my cock snuck through his hairy chest. I worked my way up and eventually pulled off of him. We worked our way up to the top of the bed and he pulled the covers over us. We laid together, intertwined. Our hard cocks poked at each other as we slid closer. He placed his leg over mine and his balls rested on my thigh. He scooted close until I could feel his furry body against mine. We cuddled naked under the covers and I rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and put his leg over my hip. We laid together for a while, my head buried in his chest. He rubbed my arm and kissed my forehead. We gazed into each others eyes full of both love and lust. He moved his face closer to mine and whispered in my ear.
“Want me to fuck you?”
December 18th, 2011, 02:04 PM
December 18th, 2011, 02:43 PM
December 19th, 2011, 08:03 AM
Re: The Landscaper
i say yes to, more please soon
Hot and Horny
December 23rd, 2011, 11:25 AM
May 26th, 2012, 07:13 PM
Re: The Landscaper
once again another dead end!
May 28th, 2012, 12:22 PM
Re: The Landscaper
This story is so hot. Please continue.