The Skate Park: Yard Job

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The Skate Park: Yard JobThe Skate Park—The yard job Jamie and me show up at Mr. Wilson’s about 9:00 AM. I had recuited him the day before to help me do his yard. I promised him a mouth full of jizz—lol cheap labor.It was a big yard, about 1 ½ acre. Lots of trees and bushes, and wood chips. This would be an all day gig, then the “bonus” afterwards for Mr. Wilson and his friend, Johnny.Took us about 2 hours to do the front. Mow, trim some bushes, and a few bags of mulch. By now we were both pretty pumped up, and dripping in sweat. Mr. Wilson and Johnny would walk around from the back every so often just to catch a glimps of “eye candy”. Jamie had a nice bod, not quite as cut up as me, but skinny as fuck, and a pretty nice bulge as well. Nice palm sized butt cheeks. Mr Wilson had requested a “uniform” for the job—white spandex 🙂 He had requested bare feet as well—he seemed to have a kink for my big size 13’s. I explained that even the cleanest of yards could still have surprises in them that could land a trip to the ER, so I would have to wear some kicks while working, but I could pull them off later and let him smell them. He was good with that 🙂 Top it all with an awesome near brick red tan, and these two fags were in for a show.We proceeded to the back which was about half the size as the front, but a lot more trees and bushes. Took 25 bags of wood chips to re-do all the beds. Mr. Wilson kept the lemonade flowing—what up with this guy and lemonade ???? Jamie weed-eated for almost 3 hours. I was wearin his punk ass out :)Finally done—almost 6:00 PM. We all gather around the back, on the patio. Mr Wilson and Johnny sat at the patio table, under the umbrella, while Jamie and me kicked back in a couple of chase lounge chairs facing them. We angle the backs about 45* canlı bahis giving the perfect display on our hard young bodies. I drop each leg to the sides, showing off a nice spread. The white spandex left nothing to the imagination. I pulled of my kicks, giving one a quick whiff—then tossed them over to Mr. Wilson. Shooting at glance over to Jamie and a wink, I signified it was time to start the show.I pick up my water bottle freshly filled with Mr. Wilson’s lemonade. I sucked a long drink from the straw, then poured a bit down my chest and belly. Giving a final squirt over my big bulge, soaking the spandex, making it transparent. Jamie looks and smiles and just says “show off” I says “naa not really. Here’s how you show off”—and with that hooked my thumbs in the spandex shorts and pull them down, hooking the waist band under my balls. My pubs and ass were saturated with sweat, giving a gleam of reflection from the sun. My dick, already half hard pops str8 up on my belly. I grab my head with my right hand, and start rubbing my thumb over my piss slit—making it ooz up with fuck juice. Mr. Wilson and Johnny grab there crotches and start rubbing on them like a couple of old fucks watchin porn at an arcade. Mr. Wilson had filled me in the day before about telling Johnny about my enormous 10” of cock, and the donkey sized load I blew into his mouth at the bathhouse. Johnny had said he was exaggerating—but Mr. Wilson was out to prove it. Today would be a show, no sex. I started stroking on my shaft, cupping my balls with my left hand. Slowly up and down, reaching it’s full vein poppin hardness. I tilt my head back, and prop my left leg up on a planter sitting next to the chair, exposing my awesome hairyness under my balls and ass. Throwing my left arm up and grabbing the back bahis siteleri of my head, I turn and take a deep whiff of my bushy rank pits. “Oh ya—that’s funky” in a low baritone voice. Mr. Wilson and Johnny rubbing their crotches even harder now, along with Jamie rubbing his, not sure what to do. Johnny, panting like a dog now finally speaks “Abe—I confess, that’s the biggest dick I have ever seen” I took it that Abe must be Mr. Wilson’s first name. Mr Wilson just replied “wait till you see him nut” BY now the sweat was literally pouring down my chest. It was 103 that day. With a fully clenched fist now, I start stroking my massive fuck stick,, swelling even more. I let go and stand it str8 up, rubbing the back of my head, and says “It can get bigger, and shoot more if I could get it wet right now” giving a look and big smile at Jamie. Jamie kinda smirks, but can’t resist. He stands up and comes over, bending down to his knees, and engulfs my cock into his mouth. He bobbels his head up and down, working up spit to make it slick. I tell Jamie to pull his dick out and start stroking. He complies and quickly bones up a good 8” . Nice dick himself, it doesn’t take him long to tense up. I tell him to stand up and blow his load on my chest. Mr. Wilson and Johnny widen their eyes—wasn’t expecting this in the show 🙂 They each pull out there boned up little dicks and start stroking as well. Jamie throws his head back and starts shooting stream after stream across my chest and belly. One shot catches me in the pit—and I turn my head to lick it and my sweat from it. My thighs tense up, and I let out a deep low groan and BLOW. Two shots go str8 over my head. The next one I catch right in my own mouth. Then 5 more, leaving a perfect str8 line down my pecs and belly. Johnny screams bahis şirketleri out “my fuckin god, he’s like a water hose”, and with that he and Mr Wilson both shoot their own little nuts. I grab Jamie by the hair, and pull him down with his face on my belly and command “lick it up”. He goes at it like a hungry dog, licking my sweaty torso from my pubes up to my pecs. He then goes left and right, sucking up the sweat from my pits and then he fuckin shoots again ! Surprising even me, he shoots a nice puddle on my belly. I look at Johnny, and tell him he could have it. Johnny stumbles across the patio, eager to accept his prize. Everyone is now pretty spent, and now just chillin, back to suckin on lemonade.I decide to give one last show and says “damm, I got about a gallon of lemoade in my belly now that needs to come out” With that I tilt my head back again, and relaxing my belly and thighs, cut loose a stream of piss all over my belly—up to my pecs. I piss for what seems like 5 minutes, letting it finally drizzle down, soaking my pubes and balls. Just letting out a “whew” I stand up, pulling up my spandex shorts, packing my meat back in them. I says it’s getting late, and Jamie and me need to start packing up and get back to the sk8 park. Mr. Wilson and Johnny give some thank you’s on the awesome show and tell me it was well worth it. They didn’t even comment on the yard work—guess the show just blew them away. Jamie volunteers to load the equipment while me and Mr. Wilson “conduct business” I shake hands with Mr. Wilson and Johnny, thanking them and Mr. Wilson hands me a check for $750. Not badd for a day’s work :)As Jamie and me hop in the jeep to head back to town the phone rings. It’s Kelso, back at the sk8 park. I answer with a what’s up, and he tells my lil b*o has taken a fall—looks like he crushed his nuts. FUCK. I tell Kelso to get him to the bathouse, and lay him out flat on his back on one of the benches, and I will be there in about 15 minutes. NEXT CHAPTER—”The Bonding”

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