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When I was a senior in high school I often took a short cut on the way to school by walking down the alley behind our house. There was less traffic, it was quiet, and it actually did cut off some of the distance. Often on the way home I would see Mr. Talbot in his backyard in his Speedo. I later learned that he took early retirement in his fifties and he spent most of his day in his backyard, in his Speedo. He laid out in the sun, he worked on his garden, he sat on the patio and read, or lots of other activities. And, it seemed that he had an inexhaustible supply of different Speedos. He was in great shape without being super muscley. It didn’t hurt that he was also handsome to the point of being beautiful – at least I thought he was beautiful. Like most people’s yards, he had a combination of waist-high fence and large bushes along the back of his year but there were gaps between the bushes so it wasn’t a privacy fence. I would usually make it a point to slow down as I passed his yard and take a long look without appearing to stare. Of course, he noticed me and always waved when I came by each day. I particularly loved it when he wore the string bikini style – just a triangular patch in front to cover his business and a narrow band on either side going back to the full seat. He was sexy as fuck when he wore these. Also, he had one or two of some other type of material that was really thin and clung to him and emphasized every little bump and bulge of his crotch. Those always made me hard. One day in May, I screwed up the courage to stop and talk with him. When I stopped he came over and I asked if he would need any help with the yard work during the summer. I was nervous as hell (and hard as a rock) talking with a beautiful man who was more naked than covered. “Well I don’t know, I’ve not given it any thought. Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about it.” He opened the back gate (I hadn’t even noticed there was a gate) and showed me to a seat on his back patio. I sat down and he sat facing me. To see his nearly naked body and bulging Speedo three or four feet in front of me, I had to will myself not to shoot a load into my shorts. It took all of my mental force to keep it from happening. The motivation to keep from cumming was the fear of embarrassment from a growing wet spot at my crotch. We talked for ten or twenty minutes but I honestly don’t remember a thing he asked or anything I said. I just remember watching him intently and soaking up images of every square inch of body that I could see. Suddenly, he was standing up and extending his hand to shake mine. “So, its settled, I’ll see you Saturday morning.” How the fuck did that happen, I kept asking myself as I walked the rest of the way home. I nearly ran to the bathroom. I could feel my cum rising and just as I pulled out my dick I shot a load into the toilet. I stayed hard and then rubbed out a second load. I was still hard but I tucked myself back in and went to my bedroom. My younger brother wasn’t home yet so I had the room to myself for a while. I laid down in the bed but all I could imagine was being in the same yard with Mr. Talbot. I rolled onto my stomach and began humping the bed. Before I knew it, I dumped a third load into my shorts. I always hate doing that because everything is sticky and then when the cum dries the shorts are glued to my dick and balls. I didn’t care, I just laid there enraptured with the thought of spending time with Mr. Talbot. Saturday morning came and so did I as soon as I got up. I showered, spent more time than usual picking out clothes even though I was going to be doing yard work. I put on a jockstrap because it would be really confining and I knew I would be hard most of the time I was there. Then I put on an older pair of shorts, really too small for me anymore but I thought they were sexy. Then I added a t-shirt that was a bit longer than usual and covered my crotch. I walked down the alley and opened the gate to Mr. Talbot’s yard and went in. He was laying out in the sun wearing a zebra print Speedo. He looked fucking hot and, yes, I was already hard as a rock. He was happy to see me and asked me if I would do some weeding in his flower beds. His backyard wasn’t huge but he had deep flowerbeds along both sides that extended along the sides of his house to the front. I had never seen the front of his house before. He showed me the types of plants that were weeds and needed to be pulled. Then he asked me if I minded him laying out in the sun while he worked. Of course I didn’t mind. I set to work and tried not to stare at his body as I worked my way down the flower beds on both sides of the yard. When he turned over to sun his back, I took my time to stare at his butt, his legs, his back, and his shoulders. He had been out in the sun long enough to start to sweat and it was collecting along his butt crack and waistband. It was making the Speedo cling even closer to reveal the shape of his body underneath the cloth. I even managed to go down the opposite side of his house, quickly pull out the head of my dick and shoot a load into a bush. I desperately needed the relief and felt better. I worked hard for a couple of hours until Mr. Talbot got up and told me I needed a break. He took me into his kitchen and poured me a glass of iced tea. It tasted great. Seeing him even more up close in his tiny Speedo was driving me crazy. After the tea break, I worked a couple more hours and then Mr. Talbot said that was enough for today and invited me to return the next Saturday. He gave me a $20 bill, which was more than I had ever had in my pocket before. (This was 1982). The next Saturday, I was wide awake at 8am but I knew I couldn’t show up until at least 10. I laid in bed and managed to shoot a load into my shorts without touching myself just by thinking about all of the images I had of Mr. Talbot. I showered and got dressed (the tight jockstrap was a lifesaver) and walked to Mr. Talbot’s house. That Saturday and the next two were all pretty much like the first Saturday. I worked a couple of hours, we had an iced tea break, and I worked another couple of hours before leaving with a $20 bill. School was out and we talked and decided that I would come over on Monday and Thursday, in addition to Saturday. I showed up on the first Monday but Mr. Talbot wasn’t in the backyard. I knocked on the backdoor and when there was no answer I cracked the door open and called for him. I heard his voice, “I’m in here.” I had no idea where “here” was but followed the sound of his voice. I ventured farther into his house past the kitchen, through the living room, and then I saw him through the bedroom door, naked, looking in a mirror and holding up Speedos in front of him. When he saw me, his only reaction was to ask which Speedo I liked more, a bright yellow one or a flowered one that was primarily pink, red, and green. I was speechless. When I didn’t answer, he chose the flowered one and put it on. He adjusted himself and tied the inner string. Then he turned to me and said, “say, why don’t you wear one of these while you work in the yard? I won’t feel quite so alone.” He held up three or four for me to choose from but I was still speechless and effectively paralyzed. Finally, all I could muster was “fine.” He held up two or three in front of my waist and then said, “these should fit and I think it’ll look nice.” With that he left me alone in his bedroom to change. I took off my shirt and shorts. Thankfully, my jock was a swimmer’s jock so it fit underneath the Speedo. Otherwise I would have an obvious hard-on. As I as pulling on the suit he had chosen, I suddenly felt the inevitable and knew I was about to blow a load. I looked around and there was a bathroom right off his bedroom, I held my dick tight to keep the cum from spewing out and ran to the toilet. I pointed and the cum shot out. There over the toilet was a line drawing of a man’s naked backside. It was gorgeous and I wanted to cum again (remember, I was still a teenager and could cum five or six times a day without any problem). “You about ready?” Mr. Talbot called from the kitchen. “Let me see how you look.” I got myself squeezed into the yellow and green striped Speedo and adjusted myself as best I could to try and hide my semi-hard-on. I had never worn anything like this before and didn’t really know what to do with myself. When I walked into the kitchen, Mr Talbot said, “you look fucking great. How do you feel?” He had me turn around for a 360 degree look. I responded as best I could, “fucking great!” It was the first time I had said the f-word to anyone in my life. I had said it to myself and thought it many times but never actually said it to anyone before. “Well, lets get some work done, shall we?” He turned and headed out the back door. He then proceeded to tell me what he wanted to accomplish in the garden that day. All I could think about was his nearly naked body and my nearly naked body in his backyard for all the world to see. I threw myself into the work to get sex off my mind and before I knew it, it was time for our iced tea break in the kitchen. I was surprisingly sweaty. We worked another hour or so when Mr. Talbot suggested we call it a day because it was getting so hot. The sweat was just dripping off me. We went inside and I headed to his bedroom, where I had left my clothes. As I started to strip off my sweat-soaked Speedo, Mr. Talbot said, “I’m going to take a shower. Looks like you could use one too before you get dressed.” I didn’t really know what to say so I just sort of nodded. He walked in the bathroom, dropped his Speedos in the middle of the floor and stepped into the shower. I saw his naked body standing there in profile with his soft dick in front of him. He was fucking gorgeous and I could feel the blood starting to rush to my dick. The only way I could combat my thickening dick was to think about my grandmother, and the blood drained away. I had never seen a shower as large as Mr. Talbot’s in anyone’s house. There was two shower heads so it was clearly meant for more than one person to use at the same time. He beckoned me in, I pulled off the Speedo and then my jock. My dick thankfully stayed soft, or at least not at full-mast. However, that didn’t last once I was in the shower. Standing naked next to naked Mr. Talbot, I quickly got hard. I tried to keep my back to him. I don’t remember exactly who did what or in what order things happened but in just a few minutes he was on his knees sucking me. I shot a load, which he savored and then swallowed. It was my blow job. I was raring to go for another. When he stood up, he kissed me, again, a first for me. I had never kissed a man but it was hot and I wanted to do a lot more of it. I knelt in front of him and looked at his dick and balls up-close. His pubes were trimmed and his balls were shaved. When I sucked on them, they were smooth and delicious. I took his dickhead in my mouth and sucked on it. It was slightly salty from sweat and pre-cum. I took more of his dick into my mouth but this was my first time and I was horrible sucker. I got better, primarily with Mr. Talbot’s expert instruction. Eventually, I found myself inserting my dick up his butt. Another first for me. I was fucking a man, a gorgeous man. I think I dumped two loads up his butt I was so excited. I think he came but, honestly, I’m not sure. It was all a blur. He kissed me again, I felt his tongue in my mouth. As he stepped out of the shower, he handed me a towel. I dried off, got dressed, and was out of there in about three minutes. As I walked out of the bedroom, he called out, “see you on Tuesday.” My dick jerked, even though I had shot I don’t know how many times that day already. When I got home, I rubbed out one in the bathroom think of him sucking me, me sucking his dick and balls, and then me fucking Mr. Talbot. That evening a rubbed out another one and then, again, in the middle of the night in bed. Tuesday morning I got to his house a bit earlier than usual and let myself in. I found him in the bedroom and, as he said “good morning” to me, he handed me the Speedos I had worn on Saturday. Without a word, I stripped and put on the yellow and green striped Speedo, this time without the jock underneath. I don’t remember what work we did that morning but I do remember our iced-tea break when he rimmed me. He didn’t fuck me but he rimmed my butt for a good ten minutes straight. I shot off hands free just from his tongue. I had never felt anything so good. I hadn’t even imagined anything could feel so good. I didn’t want it to ever end, even after I shot I wanted it to continue. We ended up not going back out for work but spent an hour or two in his bed. He rimmed me forever, I shot again, and then he offered his butt to me and I rimmed for the first time. He taught me by suggesting I do this or do that and I loved it. I thought an asshole would smell like shit but his had an incredibly masculine smell. I don’t really know what “masculine” smells like other than I know that is the best way to describe the scent of his hole. It was soft and inviting while it was also clamped tight. As I rimmed, he relaxed and I even pressed my tongue farther and farther into his hole. I buried my face in his butt simultaneously feeling, smelling, and tasting of his hole. I was overwhelmed by sensory overload I had never experienced before. I shot again, of course, and he jacked off into my mouth. I followed his lead by savoring his cum and then swallowing. After he kissed me, I got dressed and left. I felt spent and even though I was teenager, I went home and took a nap. I woke up hard and rubbed one out in bed, something I usually didn’t do. By Friday of that week, Mr. Talbot and I had a routine down. I would let myself into his house through the back door. He would leave my freshly laundered Speedo in the bathroom and I change and then meet him in the backyard. We worked hard in the garden for a couple of hours in the morning, took our break, had an hour or so of sex in his bedroom, and then we laid out in the sun together for an hour or so. He continued paying me for the full four or five hours of work. Looking back, I guess I was being paid while having sex which made me a high school sex worker. I didn’t think of myself as a whore but I guess an argument can be made that I was. Over the course of the summer, I got a good sun tan and one thing I hadn’t expected was how sexy I found the tan lines. As most of my body got darker, my butt and crotch stayed bright white making for a striking contrast that emphasized the highlighted that part of my body. Every time I saw Mr. Talbot naked, it looked like he was wearing white underwear the contrast was so striking. My younger brother even remarked on my tan. Around the end of June, Mr. Talbot fucked me for the first time. I had fucked him a handful of times, probably not very well, but he had never fucked me up to that point. He had certainly rimmed me at length and on one of those occasions, I finally asked/told/begged him to fuck me. I was so hot and so ready for it. I wanted his dick inside me. I wanted to feel him become part of me. I wanted to feel is cum pump deep inside me. He complied. He was so gentle entering me, he let me get used to him, and a few minutes after he entered, he was furiously fucking my butt and I was loving it. Like rimming, I couldn’t believe anything could possibly feel this good. We were face-to-face and he kissed me long and hard while fucking my butt. In no time he deposited his load of cum as deep in my ass as he could reach. He left his dick in me until he softened completely and then slipped out softly. I wanted to keep all of his cum inside me and make sure I absorbed it into me. I wanted him to be part of me. To say that I was in love with him, even though I wouldn’t have put it in those words, was an understatement. My ass was sore for a couple of days and I walked like John Wayne on the way home. Orangebinder@yahoo.com