Coybum

Lawn Work

Chris Hewes woke up early today, sipping coffee and procrastinating chores he's been neglecting for weeks. At 27, he was a distinguished lawyer at a top law firm, worked long hours and lacked a real life. However, this past week's been particularly stressful as he spent the entire week waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dreading the knock on the door or police officers appearing at his office for letting that cute boy suck him off in his car the week before. At least he'd given a pseudonym to that cute preteen. Inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly, a deep warm feeling of satisfaction spread over him. He had never seen boys as sexual beings before, but now, he was captivated by their glowing beauty and innocent sexuality. Young boys now looked completely different to them now. Not that he expected himself to be an active pedophile (he had plenty of young interns at the office throwing themselves on him), but he found himself staring at the buns and legs of boys, appreciating the firm asses and thighs.

The ringing doorbell snapped him out of his reverie, taking his coffee mug to the door. Chris opened the door to find a cute young boy standing there.

'Talk about coincidences,' he thought. He appraised the adorable visitor with a brand new sense of appreciated. This boy looked to be about 7 or 8, 4 feet [1.20 m] tall, thin but toned. He wore running shorts exposing his well-toned thighs and legs and loose tank top exposed his bare shoulders and arms. His skin was sun kissed, smooth, hairless, and without blemishes. His large green eyes were perfectly framed by his long eyelashes, under an unruly mop of wavy of strawberry blonde hair. His face was more a perfect combination of beautiful and handsome, at a point where Chris was instantly infatuated.

"Um 3; hi, I am Zach 3;" mumbled the boy nervously. He glanced at Chris' face then away at the door then down to his shoes, then at Chris' crotch. His nervousness made him seem very vulnerable, which Chris really found erotic. Chris found his cock begin to swell as the sexy boy fidgeted. "Um, I was wondering, um, if maybe 3;" his voice trailed off as his eyes continued to apprehensively dart around. Chris did notice that the boy's eyes kept returning to his crotch.

"Yes?" The man asked, coaxing the boy out. The youngster inhaled deeply and pushed out his words in a rush.

"I was wondering if you would like me to mow your lawn for you," relief washed over his angelic features as he finished, but a dejected look replaced it as he expected a refusal or denial.

"Well, how much would it cost?" Chris asked, smiling at the angel in front of him. The boy looked up with excited eyes and a pleased expression. The he smiled, and Chris' cock fully hardened and yearned to be touched. 'What a gorgeous smile,' Chris thought. 'I've got to get me some of that," Chris continued to think, looking at those delicate lips and how they would look with his cock in his mouth.

"Um, well, I've never got this far. You're the last house on the street, and everyone else either isn't interested or isn't home." The boy's anxiousness was receding rapidly at Chris' positive response. Chris was falling fast for this attractive youth as the boy began to brighten up. His eyes wandered over the firm young body as the boy spoke, "I was thinking $10?" He finished.

"Well, Zach, are you going into business for yourself?" Chris asked.

"Um, no, not really. I need money right away, so I thought I could raise it this way." Zach said as a brief shadow crossed his face.

"How much do you need all together?" Chris asked. The boy hung his head and the brief shadow that passed before now clouded his angelic features. Chris' cock twitched at the submissive pose.

"Two hundred dollars," Zach muttered.

"Wow," Chris said. "That's a lot of money to raise mowing lawns. Why do need so much money?" Zach looked up imploringly, his green eyes shimmered beautifully.

"I broke a window at my house and my foster dad says I need to pay for it to learn about consequences and responsibility," Zach replied as he fidgeted with his arm.

"Right away?" Chris asked, intrigued.

"I have to have it by tomorrow, or 3;" Zach's voice trembled and trailed off.

"Or he'll beat you?" Chris supplied.

The boy nodded, clearly petrified.

"Does he do that a lot?" Chris asked.

The boy didn't answer, but his lack of denial was in itself a confirmation. Chris' mind was whirling and his hard cock continued to throb. He wondered what else he did to this angel. Tearing himself back to the present situation, he sought to way to turn this situation to his advantage and get this boy's ass in his bed.

"Well," he began, "I do need to get some lawn work done. Why don't we see how much work you can get done before noon. I have somewhere to go then, but you should be able to earn more than ten dollars."

A grateful look brightened the boy's young face and took Chris' breath away. Chris had nowhere to go at noon, but he only had until five before his sister would come to drop off his niece and nephew. Chris wanted to spend as much time as possible with this beauty. He took the boy out to the shed and demonstrated how to start and operate the lawn mower. Standing as close to him as possible, feeling a tingle on the skin whenever he got near. Chris noticed that the body didn't seem nervous by the closeness and didn't move away if his hand or body brushed against his, although he maintained a cautious and meek reaction. Zach didn't talk much and almost never looked Chris in the eye.

By the time Chris returned to his spacious living room to watch the boy through the bay windows, his dick was rock hard. He turned the couch to face the window, which was opaque from the outside in the morning sun. Chris took pictures while watching the boy's firm young body. He moaned softly when Zach peeled his tank top off and dropped it to the ground. He watched the sun glisten off the sweat on his back, chest, and shoulders.

At noon, when the lawn had been mowed and edged, the hedges trimmed, and the grass raked, the eight year-old stood on the back patio porch, breathing hard and sweating. A nervous expression and anxious anticipation dominated his body expression, but he was just so eager to please. His nipples hardened in the cool shade of the entrance to the kitchen. Chris had to tear his gaze from the boy's half-naked body.

"Well, you worked hard for the past two hours, and at $30 an hour, let's make it $60 all together," Chris said, taking out and handing Zach sixty dollars. They both knew it was fair payment but it also fell short of the money Zach needed: just as Chris planned. Chris could see the tears welling in the boy's gorgeous green eyes as he looked at the money.

Torn between gratitude and despair, Zach knew it was more than he could have hoped for.

"It's not enough, is it?" Chris questioned, completing the child's thought. All Zach could do was shake his head as tears spilled from his eyes over his smooth cheeks. "Come on," Chris said, putting his arm around the boy's bare shoulders and ushered him into the cool house. The boy entered the cool house docilely. The 27 year-old man watched as the boy's nipples crinkled up and goose bumps rose on his smooth skin as the sweat cooled on his hairless body. Chris led him to the couch and sat next to him, waiting for the boy to stop sniveling. When the boy clamed down, Chris said, "You know, there are other ways to make money faster. You only need like $150 or so right?"

"What are the other ways?" the boy asked, curious but obviously suspicious, as he should be.

"Have you ever thought of being a model?" Chris asked, taking the boy by surprise. Whatever had he had in mind for the older man to say this?

"A model?" he replied

"Yes. You're very photogenic boy," Chris explained. "I've taken some test shots as you worked, and I have to say you look fantastic."

"You're a photographer?" The boy further inquired, getting interested. He seemed to have accepted the idea of Chris shooting him with his big camera. Kids are so used to having pictures taken in public these days, combined with Zach's natural submissive nature, Chris knew he was in.

"Not full time, but I sell pictures occasionally to different publications, and on the internet." This was a total lie, but he did hope to take pictures of this boy, and he might be able to sell them, especially on the Internet.

"What kind of pictures?" the eight-year-old asked.

"Glamor, fashion, arts, etc." Chris answered vaguely.

"How much does it pay?" Zach asked, definitely intrigued with the possibility to get the full $200.

"That depends on the pictures. The posing fee is $30, just to get you here. The total depends on how many usable pictures are taken and the particular poses." Chris was making this up on the fly, but he did sound professional enough to fool the cute eight year-old.

"I don't know," Zach hesitantly said.

"Hey, that's okay. You can just go home to your foster dad and explain how you couldn't raise the money for the window. I'm sure he'll be very understanding." Chris replied. He wanted the boy completely under his control and threatening him with his foster father seemed the most logical strategy to get there. The look of despair on the cute boy's pretty face made Chris' cock twitch like crazy. He put his right hand on the boy's knees and his left arm around his bare shoulders in a reassuring gesture, but in reality, Chris wanted to be much closer to the boy. The boy leaned into the older man and lay against Chris' chest in defeat. Chris thought his heart would explode through his ribs it was beating so hard. When the boy stood up, Chris also straightened up, with an obvious lump in his shorts and offered his hand. The boy's soft, warm hand sent electric jolts up his arms and all throughout his body. Without saying a word, an agreement had been reached. The boy had surrendered his independence to the stranger.

"I use the spare bedroom for my studio," Chris lied, leading the boy upstairs and to a spacious room, with a large four-poster bed and lots of natural light. He noticed that the Zach didn't try to pull away from him as Chris pulled him close, acting like a docile pet.

"I thought we might we could take a few test shots with you on the bed," he instructed Zach, guiding and lifting him on the bed. The boy resigned and felt Chris' hands gently glide throughout his lower back and butt. Chris was surprised at the level of naiveté and trust the boy displayed, but was certainly willing to take advantage of it. He took his camera, which he grabbed off the table in the living room.

He snapped some pictures with Zach sitting innocently on the bed, telling him different poses he wanted to see Zach in: his knees drawn against his chest as his arms holding his legs, laying on his side, then on his back, and on his tight tummy, leaning against one of the posters of the four-poster bed, kneeling while looking over his right shoulder, on his hands and knees (doggie style) while looking into the camera.

Then Chris took charge, "Okay, good. These are great, but what people are really going to want to see are nudes."

"Nudes?" The boy asked confused.

"Right, so why don't you take off the shorts and underwear and we'll get some more shots."

Zach looked befuddled as if someone might come in and ridicule him.

"I don't know if I should 3;" Zach said, nervously playing with the strong of his shorts.

"Well that's okay," Chris told him, "I'll give you the $30 for the sitting fee, and you can go home." Chris reached into his wallet, took out a $30 and handed it to Zach. He let the unspoken threat of Zach's foster father hang in the air between them.

"Wait!" The boy exclaimed, grabbing Chris' hand. "How much will I get if I, you know, get naked?"

Chris couldn't help but smile.

"Well, let's just say I'll send you home with $200, if not, you can take the $30 sitting fee and see if you can make up the difference elsewhere."

This way, Chris would eliminate the bargaining and things would go smoothly. All or nothing, take it or leave it. Zach sat on the edge of the bed with his hands between his knees, looking very vulnerable and sexy as fuck. Chris put an encouraging hand on his shoulder, gently stroking his shoulder blades and bare back. He felt the boy's back arch as he took a deep breath and exhaled, "Okay."

The ultimate submission Chris thought me might pass out from excitement. He stepped back as the boy stood up. Having made up his mind, he didn't hesitate, slipping his shorts and underwear off in one push, stepping out of them to stand naked next to the fully dressed Chris. The boy put his hands on Chris' arm to steady himself as he pulled off his shoes, then turned to look at Chris as if to say, what do you want me to do?

The boy was two feet [60 cm] away, nervous, scared and vulnerable in his nudity. Chris was so horny that he could have grabbed him right there and crushed the eight year-old into his chest. He wanted to, but resisted, because he had other plans and on limited time.

"Right then," Chris said, trying to sound as business-like, but his obvious hard on seemed to give him away. "Have a seat back on the bed."

He started posing the boy, but now in the sexiest positions he could think of. Zach posed sitting on his hands with his knees bent and his legs spread open to display his young cock and balls. Chris took a lot of close up pictures of the boy's sex organs, noting their small size. The boy's penis was small, at least an inch [2½ cm] soft, and his walnut sized pouch beneath the flaccid but rapidly growing penis. Zach found himself kneeling with his crotch thrust forward, and on his hands and knees while Chris directed him and took lots of pictures of his hairless anus and scrotum where it hung beneath his milky thighs. The contrast between the smooth tanned skin and delicious white thighs made Chris' cock leak even more. Whatever the man asked the boy to do, the child obeyed. He was clearly humiliated and scared, but the thread of sending him home to the abusive foster father held the boy captive to Chris' perverted demands.

Getting a horny idea, Chris demanded, "You jerk off, right? Jerk yourself off." Chris pointed to the boy's small 2" [2½ cm] hard cock and Zach unconsciously spread his legs and grabbed his turgid member.

Embarrassed, Zach blushed and replied, "I guess, yeah,"

Chris pointed his camera and encouraged Zach, "Show me."

At first, Zach just held onto his cock and pinched his small but hard meat.

Chris didn't know whether the humiliation or sheer depravity turned the kid on, but the cock looked so sumptuous and delicious. Chris grabbed a bottle of lube from the bed stand and tossed it next to Zach and instructed, "Put his on your cock and jack yourself off more."

Zach leaned back on the headboard and began adding lube onto his cock and Chris grabbed and splayed his feet apart. Chris took hundreds of photos of the kid, from full body shots to close ups of his ass, crotch, chest, his bouncing hairless scrotum, and of course his lovely face. Zach wanted to close his eyes and look away, but Chris told him repeatedly to look into the camera and a lusty smile. The boy's total humiliation caused a deep flush to spread across his cheeks. Chris was truly impressed by the true natural skill with handling his cock. Zach's lovely pink asshole framed with luscious twin ass cheeks. Chris took several close-up shots of that delightful view of Zach's awesome ass and testicles. He switched the camera to video mode after Zach began sweating and panting hard and showed signs of an imminent orgasm. The boy's thin, hairless young body shone with perspiration as he neared his orgasm and Chris waited with bated breath as Zach began to reach his climax. The naked eight year-old feet slid around as his passion built, and his head tipped back, and closed his eyes.

Pausing the camera, Chris made him stop, making Zach look imploringly at him with his need to cum. Ignoring the kid's discomfort, Chris told him to pose and continue jerking in different positions. For 45 minutes, he directed the kid to masturbate himself to the point of orgasm eight times, but wouldn't let him finish. His cock glisten with the lube as the boy pulled and squeezed his cock. Tears of frustration rimmed the boy's eyes as he struggled to obey the commands not to jerk himself to completion. Chris was intoxicated with the power he had over the boy. The poor kid was not only forced to perform this degrading act in front of a stranger, recorded on video, but wasn't allowed to complete the act. Zach's emotions warned with each other, as he was reluctant to perform this publically and desperately wanting to finish. Chris reveled in the power he had over this sexy young kid. He would have loved to continue torturing the boy all day.

Finally letting the boy cum, Chris demanded, "Look at me. Look at me."

Zach lowered his head and locked gazed with the older man, his emerald eyes filled with shame and lust. "Aaaaarrrgggghhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, as he felt a dry orgasm pass through every part of his body.

"Wow!" Chris breathed, "That was amazing!"

Zach's chest rose and fell rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath. That had been the best cum he'd ever had, even if it was involuntary. He must like being watched and controlled, Chris guessed. Zach's tiny nipples were rock hard again and Chris joined him on the bed. He glanced down at the sheets between the lad's legs as he smeared some lube from Zach's cock onto his fingers. Zach stared into his molester's eyes, his own green eyes glazed with lust and shame.

Chris was pleased to feel the young kid's cock respond, swelling slowly in his fingers as he fondled him. While he manipulated the boy's cock, he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the boy's pouty lips. Then, Zach leaned forward into the kiss and accepted Chris' tongue and gentle sucking. Both sharing a long French kiss, the boy's cock was again ridged and he breathed a contented sigh. Zach held still as the grown man began exploring his naked body. The adult slowly engulfed the boy's hard cock in his mouth. Chris never considered sucking cock, but he knew he wanted to with this boy, and his reward was the boy's reaction, and the sweet pleasures of a dry orgasm. Chris continued to fondle the boy's balls and taste the sweet succulent flesh. He took his lubricated finger and began smearing them all around Zach's hole. Chris continued to bob his head up and down. Zach fidgeted in discomfort as Chris pressed his fingers against his most intimate opening. His adult captor placed his hand on the boy's chest to keep him still as his finger invaded the child's rectum. He explored the insides of the boy's asshole, reaching his prostate and wiggling his fingertips around it. The boy's cock twitched in Chris' mouth as he massaged the sensitiveorgan. He continued to slip more digits into Zach very tight hole.

After a few minutes, Chris stood up and removed all his clothing and looked down at the boy looking meekly at him. Feeling his own cock leak more and more pre cum, he lay back down next to the boy. He reached across the cute boy's chest to grab his shoulders, guiding the boy up and across his own body.

"My turn," Chris granted and placing his hand on the back of the boy's head and pushing the wide-eyed face towards his throbbing cock.

The boy opened his mouth, afraid of the consequences of disobeying, sliding his warm lips over the head of Chris' thick 8½ inch [21 cm] cock. Chris moaned in ecstasy as he felt the hot wet mouth on his cock. He felt Zach's small hand grip his shaft below when his mouth was filled with a hot load of cum. He felt the boy's tongue wiggling around his cock head as he swallowed the semen. It was the best orgasm Chris had ever had since that other boy sucked him off. When his cock finally stopped spurting, Zach looked up at him nervously, waiting to see if the man was pleased and he had his job properly. His sexy lips were shiny with cum like some tasty lip-gloss.

Chris grabbed the boy's bare shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted his own cum as he kissed the boy's slimy lips. He squeezed the boy's ass as he French kissed him and slid his hands over the back of his young thighs. He wanted to touch the boy's naked body all over, all at once. As they kissed, Chris maneuvered the boy's nude body to lie on his own chest, naked, abs-to-abs. The adult man pressed on the tops of his captive boy's shoulders, forcing him to slide down his body. The boy repeated what the man had done to him, kissing and sucking his way across the man's hairy chest and abs to his crotch. Zach continued to kiss and nibble Chris' flaccid cock, licking up the drops of semen that had oozed from the head after the blowjob. Zach nuzzled and Chris' nut-sack with his nose and took each testicle into his mouth, sliding his wet mouth gently as his tongue licked all around the cock, bring it back to its former hardness.

"Get your sweet ass up here!" Chris demanded, quickly scooping the boy up as his hands resumed playing with Zach's incredibly tight hole. As Chris added another digit to his anal ministration making Zach moan in delight, sending vibrations through Chris' cock and eventually all throughout his body.

Chris was going to do it!

He was actually going to fuck this gorgeous young boy's ass and judging from the kid's moans, he too was going to enjoy it. Chris sat up with his hands on the eight year-old boy. Chris planted kisses all over the boy's butt while fondling his stiff cock and scrotum. He slobbered over the soft warm skin of the boy's firm ass, until he touched the tip of his tongue to the crinkled rosebud of the boy's tight anus. Zach moaned into the bedding when he felt the warm wet intruder at his back door as Chris tentatively poked at the focus of his desire. Chris began aggressively tonguing Zach backdoor.

Chris finally tore himself away from the licentious feast, holding the boy by the hips as he climbed to his knees behind the up-thrust butt of his youngest conquest. He spit a glob of saliva on the boy's perfect hole and placed the head of his aching hard cock at the boy's most private opening. He started to shove the first two inches [5 cm] in, and Zach buried his face in the bed covers muffling his pained cry. Chris ignored the young boy's pain, driving his cock forward into the incredibly tight, hot glove of his rectum. Another two inches [5 cm] and half his cock was buried into the child's yielding ass, then paused to enjoy the sensation of the boy's clutching colon. Zach was panting, tars streaked his cheeks as the older man continued to push forward, feeling his hard rod slip deeper into the boy's slippery sheath. When Chris felt his testicles touch those of his play toy, he held his position to let Zach accustomed to the penetration.

Then, out of the blue, Zach squeezed his ass. Wow, what a feeling! Chris started stroking in a regular rhythm and soon was jabbing hard at the child's stretched rectum. Zach clutched the sheets in his small fists as his adult lover fucked his tight ass is quick hard thrusts. Tears of mingled pain and humiliation soaked into the sheets under his blushed face. Grabbing the slender preteen around the waist, Chris turned over on his side, keeping his cock buried in the tight sleeve of the boy's asshole. He hugged the boy against his chest as they spooned. Reaching between the eight year-old's legs, he fondled his hard cock and tightly wrinkled ball sack as he fucked him.

It took 25 minutes before he felt his next orgasm building, he just came an hour before after all, and when he felt the familiar tingle in his balls, he rolled the boy back onto his stomach, pinning him flat to the bed with his own heavier body. The boy nearly disappeared under the bigger man as he got his ass drilled. Chris' strokes sped up and became more insistent as he neared release, and the boy grunted as his thin frame was hammered by the larger man's powerful thrusts.

Both of their bodies gleamed with sweat, and Chris'hard abs made squishing sounds against young Zach's back. As Chris thrust harder into the eight-year-old's ass, the boy's cock slid back and forth over the soft sheets, masturbating him against the bed. Chris started thrusting in quick, fast jabs until he exploded, then held still as he dumped his second load of the afternoon into the boy's bowels. When Zach felt the man's semen spurting into his rectum, he felt his own third dry orgasm pass. Chris collapsed on the boy's sweaty back, totally spent, He lay atop the boy's young body, pinning him to the bed beneath him, panting desperately to catch his breath. When he got his hands under him, Chris lifted his weight off the boy's slight frame and rolled to the side onto his back.

"Clean me off baby," Chris whispered. He wanted to see how far he could push the boy, and how much he already knew about sex. Zach sat up, his abs slick with lube and semen, and looked down at Chris' rapidly shrinking cock. Submissively, he bent forward and took the man's penis into his wet mouth and cleaned it of the residue semen. Chris invited Zach to share the shower and the two took their time soaping each other's naked bodies, with lots of kissing and fondling mixed in. They were dried and dressed with plenty of time to greet Chris' sister, nephew, and nieces when they arrived.

"Make sure you're back next week for more 'Lawn Work'," Chris told the subdued child before anyone came knocking.

Zach looked up at him inquiringly.

"Oh I know you don't need the money any more, but I do have the videos and pictures of you jerking off and sucking cock. I could send those pictures to your foster dad if you were to disappoint me." As he spoke, he stepped closer to the frightened boy, putting his hands behind his back and drawing him into a tight embrace. He held both his young toy's ass though his shorts and squeezed hard. "I own this now," he explained to the boy. Grabbing his soft cock, he said, "So show up every Saturday at 10 AM for yard work and any other time I want and we'll keep this little secret to ourselves, okay?"

"Okay," the boy replied bowing his head in defeat.

"Good. As long as we understand each other," he held the captive boy's head in his hands and planted a long wet kiss on his soft lips, exploring his mouth again with his tongue. He broke the kiss when he heard a car pull into his drive way.