Loaning Tools

by: Peter

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I sat at the kitchen table, naked, nursing my second cup of coffee, planning the day in my head, when the phone rang. I turned to answer it.

"Is your garage unlocked?" It was Todd, the boy next door.

"Yeah, what're you doing up so early?" I asked, already with a smile coming on.

"I need to borrow some tools," he said.

My smile widened. "Okay, I'll be right out," I said.

The call was our code. It meant his parents weren't home and he was free to come over. I set my coffee aside and went upstairs to put some clothes on. I opted for a pair of old ragged cutoff jeans, nothing under them, and added a T-shirt then slipped on socks and work boots. Downstairs I grabbed my cap and went out the door. I walked across the deck and let myself in the side door. Todd had beat me there; he was at the workbench straightening out some tools I'd left out.

Todd had just turned fifteen two days before, and he already looked seventeen. I'd watched him grow up from age nine and it looked like he was going to skip the gangly stage altogether. His young body was filled out with smooth hard muscle a couple of years before its time.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"Somebody has to take care of your tools," he said, laughing softly.

I moved up behind him and tugged on his T-shirt and slipped my hands under it and around to his bare chest and stomach.

"You are the only one I let even touch my tools," I joked.

"Yeah, right," he scoffed. "Like when I was on vacation, what'd you do, take a vow of poverty? Or join a convent?" He laughed. "Heck, if you did, you would probably be fucking the nuns."

"Where are your folks?" I asked.

"Both at the store. Mom had to fill in today," he said.

They owned a hardware store and it wasn't unusual for just his parents to run it. Sometimes they took Todd along to work. I was glad they had left him home for me today. I nuzzled the side of his neck as I pressed myself against him. He pushed his solid little butt back against my groin. He was always so eager and anxious since he had discovered the pleasures of man-boy sex. I felt his chest muscles and his flat, hard abs as I kissed his neck. He turned his head and I found his lips. He kissed me before I had a chance and it was I who followed his lead. It was a kiss full of lust more than true passion, our tongues lashing and dancing together, in and out of our mouths. He sucked mine into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a cock.

"MMMmmnnnnn," I moaned.

He whimpered as he turned around in my arms, and we continued the kiss. I pulled his shirt up and we had to part for me to pull it off of him.

"I'd better lock the door. Jump up on the truck and pull the garage door cord," I said.

I went back to the lock the service door. When I turned back, Todd was standing on the tailgate, waiting for me. He took my hands and placed them on his hips "You wore my favorite shorts," I said. They were red satin running shorts, slung low on his hips with slits up the sides.

"And your favorite jockstrap under them," he said.

"You're going to have to trade that jockstrap in one of these days."

"I want you to go with me to buy a new one," he said.

"Only if I get this one," I said, clasping my hand over the front of his shorts. He pushed his young manhood into my hand and I leaned in to kiss his stomach.

"Ohh, I like your tongue," he moaned softly, putting his hand on my head. "It's like soft sandpaper."

I could feel his cock growing. I replaced my hand with my mouth on the lump of his cock and he pushed himself against my face. I mouthed his manhood till his shorts turned darker read with my spit and his cock hardened inside his jockstrap. We'd done this many times before; it was sort of routine. I ducked down and kissed the inside of his thighs and he set his feet wider apart. I kissed up his left thigh and nuzzled my face into his warm crotch up under his shorts. He humped his crotch into my face.

"Ohhhh, please do it. Take it," he begged.

I smiled. He was always anxious and I liked teasing him.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"You know."

"Tell me," I said. "You're old enough to say the words, your parents aren't here."

"Suck it, suck my cock," he said.

"Todd, what would your parents say if they heard you talking like that?" I chided him.

"What would they say if they knew you were sucking my cock? And if you don't hurry up, I might just tell them."

I looked up at him with a deadpan stare.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't," I said.

"I'll never say it again."

"No, you won't. It's not something to even joke about," I said sternly. But then I smiled. "But I know how anxious you are." I tugged his shorts down off his hips and clasped my hand around his bare butt and smashed my face into the pouch of his jockstrap.

"Ohh, I can feel your hot breath."

"I can feel your hot cock,"

"Feel it with your mouth. Please," he begged.

I mouthed the bulge, soaking it with my spit, then tugged the jock down. His cock swung out and touched my face. I ignored it for the moment and nuzzled under his balls.

"Ohh, I love it when you do that."

I laughed softly. "You love it when I do anything," I said.

"Yesss, Oh, yess! Your tongue feels so good down there."

"How about here?" I asked as I licked the underside of his cock. He took my head in his hands and guided my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and let him shove it in. He buried it deep in my throat. I sucked him with generous strokes while I kneaded his taut butt muscles.

"You're going in deeper all the time," I said as I paused to slurp his cock.

"I hope I get as big as you, or my dad, so I can choke you," he said.

"You're already pretty big," I said. "How big is your dad? Have you seen him hard?"

"Yes, sometimes in the morning he gets hard before he goes to the bathroom then I think he goes back and fucks my mom. It sounds like it anyway."

"You eavesdrop on your parent shaving sex? You are a little pervert," I said, laughing.

"I think my dad knows I listen, too," he said. "I think he knows that I know he's going to fuck her when he goes back from the bathroom. He gives me that funny little side glance."

"So how big is he?" I asked again.

"About as big as you. Why, do you want to suck him too?"

"I would if he wanted me to."

"I think my mom sucks his cock, too. I would really like to see you suck him, though."

"Tell him I'm available," I joked "If I did that he would ask how I know, then he would know about us."

I twisted his hips to turn him around.

"Ohh, you're going to do that again," he said excitedly.

"Don't you want me to?"

"Oh yes, I love it when you eat my ass, I just wish you would fuck it."

"No you don't. You have no idea what it feels like. I would hurt you."

"But then it would feel good, you said so yourself."

"You're too young, and too small," I told him.

"If I have the feelings, I'm not too young. And I can be stretched."

"Bend over," I told him.

Eager for my tongue, he bent over and clasped his hands around the sides of the truck bed. I pulled his butt wider and licked up the smooth crack of his ass. Smooth except for a few new hairs that had begun to sprout. His tender ass was a delicate feast to my eyes as well as my taste buds, especially up inside the soft lining that palpitated around my tongue I paused to ask, "Do you want to come twice?"

"Yes! Godd, yes! I want to cum as many times as you can get me off."

I knew I could make him cum this way and there would still be more than enough sexual energy and semen for another one; and sometimes a third. I played with him, bringing him up, letting him down, taking him higher each time, till he was practically dancing on the tailgate and thrusting his butt at me wildly. His hole was slick inside, much of the slickness provided himself, making him ready. He made it known recently that he had prepared himself for fucking, just in case. Finally when he was so close, I stopped tonguing his fine ass. I turned him around and lay back across the tailgate between his legs, propped up on my arms. I took his cock in my mouth and shoved my finger deep in his ass. He cried out. He gave me barely a dozen fuck thrusts before he cried out louder and exploded in my mouth. Godd, it was hard to believe a kid his age could come so hard and so much. After swirling the stuff around his tender cockhead, I happily gulped down every drop of his wonderful boy juice, leaving his legs trembling.

I lay back on the truck bed and he sat on my face while I continued to lap at his ass. Then he moved around to lie on top of me. I loved his naked young body on mine.

"Do you still think you're up to a second time?" I asked.

"I know I am. I just wish you would please fuck me. Your fingers feel so good, and your tongue. I can only imagine what your cock would feel like. And you know I'm ready. I've been ready the last few times. Please, please fuck me."

"All right." It was out of my mouth before I realized it. He looked at me, his eyes wide.

"Serious!"

"Yes, if you want it so bad that you're begging....well, maybe you're not too young. Maybe it is time."

"Yes, it's time, way past time," he said excitedly.

"You're just barely fifteen. Two days ago you were only fourteen. It's not past time," I said.

"How do you want me?" he asked anxiously.

"Sit here on the tailgate, and lie back."

He scrambled into the position and raised his legs as I was reaching for them.

"If it hurts too much, you stop me." I said.

"It isn't going to hurt too much, nothing I can't handle," he said.

"You don't know that, Todd, you've never been fucked before."

"I know it won't hurt so much that I want you to stop."

I pushed his legs toward him and he wrapped his arms around his legs and hugged his thighs at the sides of his chest, completely bent in half.

"Godd, Todd," I whispered as I bent down to rim him some more.

"Ohh," he gasped. After a few more moments of rimming I inserted my thumb up to the last knuckle He loved it. He loved it more when I replaced my thumb with my middle finger and went in deeper. I rubbed my finger over his tender young prostate then added another finger, than a third as I stroked some more.

"One more and you'll have all of my fingers. Do you want them all?" I asked as I continued fingering him.

"Yess! Give me all of them!" he said excitedly.

I shoved all four fingers up inside his tight ass. He groaned with a wince and closed his eyes. I pushed and twisted my fingers around inside him, stretching his hole.

"Ohhhhh, Goddd!" he moaned softly through a grimace.

"If this is too much you're not ready for my cock," I said.

"No, No, I just need to get used to it. Don't stop, please," he said.

"Tell me when you are used to it," I said. I spent several minutes with my hand twisting around to spread his hole and felt the powerful, tight sphincter muscle slowly relax. I didn't wait for him to tell me he was ready. He either was or he wasn't, and I intended to find out. I was prepared to back off at the slightest hint that he couldn't take it, but I was going to show him once and for all if he was ready to be fucked like he thought.

I pulled my hand free, leaving his virgin hole gaping open and before it was closed up completely I pushed my cock down and set the head against his gaping hole. I dropped a mouthful of spit into the crevice and nudged and rubbed the head of my cock against his hole till he was hunkering up for it.

"Oh, please, put it in me," he whispered.

I shoved and the head slipped through with surprising ease and I watched his ass muscle lock around it. He didn't make a sound and I glanced up to see his cute, innocent face screwed up in a grimace of pain.

"Todd, I don't want to hurt you like this," I said and I started to ease back.

"No, no, please!" he whimpered as he reached up and clasped his hands on my hips "Don't take it out. I'm sorry I'm acting like a baby, but I'm getting used to it, I promise."

I leaned down and kissed all over his chest, moving to his neck. "You're not acting like a baby. you're acting like a boy being fucked for the first time," I said as I brushed my lips across his.

"And I want to be fucked so bad," he said as he grabbed my head and pulled me into a hard kiss and humped his butt tight against me.

I rose up and watched his sweet little asshole clinching spasmodically around the girth of my cock and it made my mouth water. I wanted to be down their kissing and licking his asshole at the same time my cock penetrated it. I was living a dream.

I never dreamed it would come to this when the boy moved in late in the fall. I noticed him on the few occasions I saw him coming and going, then in the warm spring I really noticed how he had filled out. I was more than a little surprised when I thought I was getting vibes from him when he offered to help me in the yard. He was just too studly for that sort of thing. Then it was more than vibes. He came on to me when we were putting the yard tools away in the garage.

"Want me to clean off your work bench and put your tools away?" he asked as we were hanging up the rakes.

"No, you don't have to. I'll get to it. I'm not a very neat person."

But he ignored me and got right to it. "I don't mind. I keep my Dad's work bench in good order. A man really ought to take good care of his tools," he said as he casually brushed his hand down over the front of his jeans. I thought it was a bit more than a casual brush, I thought he sort of squeezed himself.

He picked up a trowel that had some rust on it. "See this? After you clean them, if you dry your tools off then put oil on them, they won't rust. I like to keep my tool well oiled."

His tool....not tools....okay, I thought I was catching on, and I decided to call his bluff and see if I was right.

"You, uh....said tool....not tools," I said.

"Yup."

"You're not talking about yard tools."

"Nope. My hand tool."

"You keep it oiled?"

"Yup, all the time."

"What kind of oil should I use.....on that?" I asked.

"I use my Mom's olive oil. But I have to be careful and not use too much of it so she won't notice."

"Well, I guess I'll have to buy an extra bottle of olive oil and keep it out here,": I said.

"Does that mean I could come over here and use your olive oil?"

"Sure. Just make sure your parents aren't home," I said. I was sure we had made a solid connection; sure enough that I went slowly down on my haunches in front of him. "You know, spit makes good lubricant, too." I reached out with my hand around the back of his thigh. "Want me to show you?""

"If you....w-want to."

And that's how he got his first blowjob, and paved the way for many more. And now we were taking it to the next level.

His tight little butt was squeezing hard around the root of my cock that was buried deep inside his vibrant young body. It was so wonderful, the feeling, and watching him, that I almost wanted to cry.

"I think I'm okay....you can fuck me now," he said, rather nervously.

"Godd......!" I whispered.

"What?"

"You are so cute," I said as I pulled back several inches then eased back in.

"OHhhhhh," he moaned softly.

"That okay?"

"OHhh, Yesss! It's really okay."

I used a longer stroke and he moaned louder.

"Not so much noise," I cautioned him.

"It just feels so good," he said.

I pulled my cock out real easy.

"What're you doing? Don't take it out?" he pleaded.

"Don't panic, you're going to get it back." I pulled his shorts and jockstrap off. "Open your mouth." I stuffed his jock in his mouth. "Now you can make all the noise you want." Then I entered him again. I went slow and easy, as before, but when I was all the way in, I didn't wait, I started fucking him.

"Uhhnnn....Oohnnnn....MMnnnn....AAwwhhnnn!" he moaned, but it was muffled by his jockstrap how.

I didn't realize what I was really doing to him, driving him nuts, till I saw his eyes were wet, then a couple of tears ran down his face. I pulled the jockstrap out of his mouth and wiped his eyes.

"Todd, is this hurting you?"

"No, Godd, no, those are happy tears. It just feels so good, I can't believe how good it feels, those are happy tears."

That got to me. I leaned down and smothered him with kisses as I continued fucking him. "Aww, Todd, if I'd known, I would've relented and fucked you before now. I just thought you were too young and too small."

"Do I feel too small to you? Do I feel too young?"

"No, you feel just right to me."

"That means we can do this again, then, like all the time, right?"

"Absolutely, as often as we can," I said.

I fucked him way longer than I should've, I thought, for his first time. It must've been over an hour. But he didn't complain. He acted like he liked every stroke of my cock. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to get him off, but I would have to kick it up or notch and fuck him really hard, and I wasn't sure he could take it.

"I want to cum inside you, Todd," I said.

"Are you close?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"I could be, but I need to do it hard and faster."

"You can fuck me as hard as you want," he said.

"Are you sure? You're not getting sore or anything?"

"No. I'm loving it."

"I've been thinking, Todd, that we ought to move it away from the house, out somewhere else. If your Dad every came home unexpectedly and caught us there would be hell to pay."

"Do you know a place?"

"I've got a couple of places I want to check out."

"Okay, but right now, you said you were going to fuck me hard."

I laughed and leaned down and kissed him again. "Damn, Todd, you're turning into a wonderful little slut."

"But just for you," he said. "I want to be your slut. But I wouldn't do this with anybody else."

"You lie," I said as I smothered him with some more kisses. "You would be doing the entire football team in the locker room if you thought they would go for it."

"You're the one who lies. You said you were going to fuck me hard and you're fucking me like an old man."

"You little shit." Still leaned over him I clasped him by the shoulders and began pounding his ass hard. The truck rocked with a soft squealing of the spring.

"Ohhh, Yeaahhhh!" he cried before he stuffed the jock back in his mouth He kept moaning and crying out, all muffled by his jockstrap. I stayed bent over him, plowing his virgin ass with everything I could muster. I fucked him really hard till the muscles in my butt and stomach hurt.

"Are you gonna cum?" I asked him.

He nodded frantically and groaned louder. I kept at him till his muffled groans became a scream and he went crazy thrashing around under me. I jerked the jock out of his mouth.

"Oh, Godd, Pete, I think you're fucking me out of my fuckin' mind!! I wanta scream!"

"Scream in my mouth," I said as I clamped my mouth over his.

The last moments of our frenzied fuck were all his, to do as he wished. I simply furnished him the instrument of his pleasure. He wrapped his legs around me and humped his ass up and down and did sort of suck himself silly. When he came he clung to me so tightly he almost squeezed air out of me. The truck vibrated on its springs with his convulsive climax. His cum shot between us and we slid together in it. I kept my cock buried to the hilt and his tight little ass kept squeezing around it with tiny vibrations that brought my climax to a head.

"You're getting me off too, little fucker; I'm cumming," I said. I didn't move except for my cock bucking inside him, pumping out cum like spurts from a water cannon.

"Ohh, I can feel it!" he cried. "Ohh, yess, give it to me....give me your load....fill me up with your cum."

I dumped a huge load inside him; I could feel my own liquid heat. We stayed like that for a long time, basking in the aftermath of his first fuck, and the wildest fuck I'd had in a very long time.

"Well, how'd you like getting fucked?" I asked as I rose up from him. He kept his legs locked around my butt, wouldn't let me pull out.

"I can't even describe it. I wonder if that's how a girl feels?"

"I don't know, but I never had a girl or a woman act like that when I fucked them. You're a wild boy."

"You made me wild with your cock inside me. I never dreamed anything could feel so good. I want to do this all the time. You need to hurry up and check those places out."

I was finally able to loosen the grip he had on me with his legs and ease my cock free of his ass. It gaped open and a little river of cum ran out onto the tailgate.

"I can't close up to keep it from running out," he said.

"It's okay, it's a beautiful sight," I said. I put out my hand and pulled him upright and when he stood down off the tailgate cum ran down the inside of his thighs. I grabbed a couple of clean shop rags and wiped up his thighs and stuffed one into the crack of his ass.

"I need to wear a condom next time," I said.

"No, I want to feel your cock raw in me I wanta feel it when you cum in me. It's an awesome feeling."

"Okay," I said. I laughed. "Listen, Todd, I know the coach pretty well, if you want me to mention to him that you would like to be turned loose with the football team sometime after practice."

"No, I don't want anybody at school to know about me."

"What if one of them started coming on to you? What would you do?"

"If I thought he was serious and not just teasing, I would probably do him."

"So what would be the difference if several guys came on to you? I could maybe arrange it here, host a party for the team."

"Why are you so anxious for me to have sex with all the jocks?"

"Because you need to connect with guys your own age."

He frowned. "What are you saying, you don't want me anymore? You want to pawn me of on somebody else?" He looked hurt.

"No, Todd. I'm not saying that at all. I think you would like being this kind of friends with boys your own age. That doesn't mean I want to be shut out from you." I could tell from his face that I wasn't convincing. "Okay, I'll level with you, but you have to promise you won't mention a word of it to anybody."

"You know you can trust me," he said.

"When I said I know your coach pretty well....I know him really well. He and I....well, we've had sex with a couple of his players. I would like to bring you into that little circle. You and me and the coach first. I know they would be happy to have you as part of the group."

"Who are they?" he asked.

"Not till the three of us get together; you, me and the coach. Just know it will surprise you," I said.

"I'd do the coach in a heartbeat. When can we get together?"

"All it takes is a phone call," I said. "I'm going to see if he can arrange it for in the locker room, like you want."

"How long before we bring the other two guys into it?" he asked.

"That'll be up to the coach. I was thinking, Todd, with three players, it would be a lot easier to get something started with others on the team...you know, strength in numbers. Do you want us to kind of work towards that?....I mean, with the other two guys?"

"If I had two other guys at my side, I would be on my knees in no time, any time, with the entire team standing in line," I said.

"Well....these guys won't exactly be at your side on their knees," he said. "They haven't come around that far; don't know if they ever will. They'd be standing in the line."

"Oh. Well, I guess I need to buy some knee pads," I joked.

The End.

Posted: 10/08/10