My Summer Job
In the summer of 1980-1981 I was ************. In the southern hemisphere, summer starts on December 1st and ends at the end of February. For much of that time is the summer school holidays. School ends two weeks before Christmas and starts up again at the end of January. That’s six weeks off – a fantastically long time when you’re 11.
Between hanging out with some friends and biking around and masturbating in secluded spots I had quite a lot of free time and my parents sat me down one day and suggested I could maybe look at getting some kind of summer job. I had never had a job, so I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but when my father pointed out the idea of having my own money to spend, well, that didn’t sound bad at all.
Initially, he suggested a paper run, but as you had to get up before the birds did, that idea was quickly ruled out. Eventually, we all agreed that I could go around the neighborhood and ask if anyone had any odd jobs they wanted done. The next morning, at about 9am, I was off.
I must have knocked on about thirty doors before having any success. Most knocks went unanswered, the occupants being either at work or away on vacation somewhere. The few that answered were not interested or had nothing for me to do. I was beginning to get disillusioned.
Keen to give up and go home, I decided I would try a few more addresses and give up for the day. There was a nice park nearby where I could strip naked and jerk off, then I would go home and maybe try again the next day. Or maybe not.
The next couple of houses went unanswered, but when I knocked on what was going to be the final door for the day, an old lady answered. She had some stuff in a closet she needed thrown out, and some other stuff sorted, so she agreed to my offer of help. As I worked, she sat and chatted away about all kinds of stuff, mostly her life. I only loosely **** attention as I worked. She made me a jam sandwich for lunch and when I was done, she **** me – a crisp new two-dollar bill. I wasn’t a millionaire, but I guess it was a start.
Over the next couple of days, I mowed two lawns, making a total of ten dollars. By the end of the week, I was up twelve dollars. Not bad for an ***********.
Saturday morning came and, with most of my friends away, I decided to go around the neighborhood again. Picking a different street this time, most of my knocks were answered, but most people had nothing for me. I managed to mow one more lawn and cut some firewood for another old lady and by the end of the weekend I had a total of $25.
At the beginning of the next week, a cyclone edged past town. I had never seen anything like it! I remember waking up the next day and looking across the road at the junior high school. In the middle of the year, they had planted about a hundred trees down a bank at the lower side of the school. They were all about twenty feet tall. That morning, every single one of them was laying on the ground, all having been ripped out of the ground.
I went around the neighborhood again and helped clean up. Some folks **** me and some didn’t, but it was okay. It was a real community effort, so it was pretty cool just to be helping. By the end of Tuesday, I had added $10 to my tally. I took Wednesday off to go have some naked public jerk off fun and resumed my neighborhood canvassing on Thursday.
After a few no answers and a couple of knock backs, my knock on the next door was answered by a man in his early 50’s. I’ll call him Mr. J. He listened to my spiel and smiled. He had some debris in his back yard from the cyclone he hadn’t had a chance to clear yet. He told me to go around the side of the house and he would let me in through the gate.
There were leaves and twigs everywhere, as well as some small and larger branches. He told me he would take care of everything that was too big for me, if I would rake all the leaves and twigs into piles. He gave me some tools and headed back into the house.
It was a warm day, the sun was shining, and after raking about a quarter of the leaves I was pretty hot. He called out to me, asking if I was hungry or thirsty. I said yes, and a few minutes later he called me over to the back patio where he offered me a can of coke and a ham sandwich. We chatted as we ate, small talk really, but mostly about me. How I liked school, what I got up to in my spare time, that sort of thing. I couldn’t help noticing his eyes looking me up and down as we talked.
After lunch, he cleared up and I got back to raking. I noticed him watching me as I worked. Looking up from time to time, I would see him standing at the back door or watching from one of the windows. I didn’t think much of it really, but I was sure I saw him adjusting himself at least a couple of times as he watched me.
A little while later, I saw movement in the window at the end of the house. Standing side on, in full view, Mr. J unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He had a nice, firm chest and stomach. I tried to continue raking, but my attention was now fully distracted. Did I see him take a quick sideways glance at me? I couldn’t be sure. I looked back down at what I was doing for a moment.
A moment later I risked another glance and watched as he undid his jeans and lowered them to the floor. He followed with his underwear. He was now standing stark naked in front of his window. In full view of me!
I could see his torso and a thatch of pubic hair and the top of his hips, but nothing more. He turned is back to me and I saw the top of his ass. He turned again, now fully frontal in the window. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t looking, but I was moving the rake with no conviction whatsoever as I sideways stared at the window. Mr. J rose on tiptoes and the base of his cock came into view.
Unable to control myself, my mouth gaped open and any attempt at raking ceased. My head turned to get a better view and, for just a moment, Mr. J and I made eye contact. He smiled slightly and turned away. Embarrassed, I turned and stumbled back into raking again. All I could think about was his cock, and my cock, now hard and uncomfortable in my underwear.
I snuck a glance back at the window a couple of times, but he was gone.
About five minutes later, Mr. J appeared on the back patio. He had a drink with him, and some cigarettes. He sat in one of the armchairs and lit a cigarette. I watched him smoking and watching me work. A minute or two went by with me sneaking peeks at him, and him watching me whilst puffing away on his smoke. I’m sure I saw him “adjusting” himself more than once.
A few more minutes went by, and he called me over again. He had been inside and fetched me another cold coke and sat it on a small table to his left. He invited me to sit and enjoy a cold drink and I sat in the chair to the right of the table. Both chairs were angled slightly toward each other.
I gulped down some of the drink and Mr. J chuckled and said I must be hot. I nodded and he suggested I take my shirt off. Since his strip in the bedroom, he was now shirtless and was only wearing a pair of short shorts, as were fashionable at the time. They were Stubbies brand, very popular in the late 70’s and early 80’s. very short, and very tight, they left little to the imagination. As I snuck glances at his body, his smooth chest and stomach, I could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls in his shorts.
I was nervous about taking my shirt off. I was just a skinny ********** compared to him, but I was hot, and very excited….and an exhibitionist! With a few more words of encouragement egging me on, I finally sat forward and pulled off my t shirt.
He smiled and gazed over my body. He eyes on me made me even more excited and I shuffled a little as my cock began to grow in my shorts. He seemed to smile more at my discomfort and reached over to pick up his cigarettes. As he did, the leg of his shorts gaped open, and the tip of his cock came into view. He was circumcised, which I prefer, and it looked like he might be semi hard. He leaned back and lit his smoke and relaxed back in his chair. He propped his leg up on a small railing along the side of the patio, which had the effect of allowing that open leg of his shorts to remain fully open, and fully in my view.
We sat and talked as I sipped at my drink, and he puffed on his smoke. His free hand rested on his lap and, although he was making some effort to disguise it, he was very visibly rubbing his crotch. As I watched, trying very hard to make it look like I wasn’t watching, his cock began to grow. Very soon, the tip was poking out of his shorts, now in my direct eyesight!
Our conversation went silent, and Mr. J shifted in his seat, causing his shorts to slide up, revealing even more of his hardening cock. There was now about three inches of his cock sticking out from his shorts and I was uncontrollably staring at it. His hand moved down and grasped his cock and, as my mouth gaped open, he began to slowly stroke it in front of me.
My trance was broken when Mr. J broke the silence, asking me if I liked it. It was obvious I did. My mouth was agape, and my eyes were transfixed on his hard cock. My own cock was now very uncomfortably pressing against my shorts. I believe I may have nodded and that was all the encouragement Mr. J needed.
He rose up and, in one smooth move, dropped his shorts to the ground. His cock flew upwards and bobbed as it was freed, his full length exposed. He took a step toward me, leaving his shorts behind him on the floor, and grasped his cock again. Literally a foot from me, he began to slowly stroke his hard cock in front of me.
It seemed like hours went by, watching him stroke his beautiful hard cock in my face, but it was probably only a minute or so before Mr. J broke the silence again. This time he asked me if I wanted to touch it. I have no recollection of saying anything, or even nodding. The only thing I remember is my arm reaching out and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He sighed with pleasure as I slid my hand up and down.
His cock felt incredible, soft, but also very, very hard. I stroked him slowly, admiring his big cock in my hand. He was at least three inches bigger than me at the time, which would have put him at a very healthy seven to eight inches. I relished every vein on his thick shaft and, speeding up a little, my thumb extended to rub over the top of his helmet. He moaned my name and told me what a good boy I was.
I stroked his hard cock for a few minutes more, speeding up and slowing down in response to his moans. Precum appeared from the eye of his cock and my thumb ran through it, coating his cock and making it glisten. His moans were now more regular, and he began to thrust his hips gently in time with my stroking. He told me how good I was and said I was going to make him cum soon.
Excitedly, I sped up my motions. More than anything, I wanted to make him cum. Surprisingly, his hand took mine and stopped me. I looked up at him and he pulled me up off the chair and, with his hand on my hand, and my hand still wrapped around his cock, he backed up.
He sat down in his chair, pulling me down to kneel in front of him. His legs spread wide, and I nestled in between them. He released my hand and laid back as I began to stroke him again. His hand moved up to his right nipple and he began to fondle and flick it as he moaned words of encouragement to me.
His beautiful cock was now inches from my face. I could smell his manly sexual scent, and it was driving me crazy with desire. My left hand reached up to take hold of the base of his shaft and my right hand stroked up and down. I covered his entire shaft, my thumb swiping up and over his tip with each stroke, then down to meet my other hand at the base. More precum appeared and soon his shaft was glistening as I covered it in his juice.
He started moaning louder, encouraging me to go faster and faster. Soon, my hand was moving like lightening on his shaft and his hips were bucking up and down in unison. He exclaimed a final “Oh, Fuck yes!” as his balls tightened and his cock twitched in my hand. His cum shot from his cock. One, two, three, four big spurts that covered his chest and stomach. I held my hands in place and his hips rose and he shuddered as another spurt shot out, followed by another.
He moaned in ecstasy as another two spurts escaped his cock, these two less powerful, dribbled down his shaft and coated my hands. He panted and grinned as his orgasm subsided, praising me, mumbling what a good boy I was. He laid like that for a minute, his breathing slowing as he came down, my hands slowly stroking his cum soaked cock.
My eyes were still on his delicious cock when he rose up and told me it was my turn. He removed my hands off his cock and pulled me up until I was on my feet in front of him. His hands then found my cock and he groped and rubbed me through my shorts. I was so fucking hard, and it felt so good. Then his hands were on my waistband and, a moment later, down came my shorts and underwear in one move. My ********** cock sprang into view. I was possibly the hardest I had ever been and my cock, somewhere between four to five inches, looked impressive against my skinny physique.
He praised my body and told me how gorgeous my hard cock was and, a moment later, he leant forward and took my cock into his mouth! His tongued swirled around the tip as he sucked my cock deep into his mouth. I gasped in shock as my cock entered his warm mouth. It felt amazing!
His hands groped my ass as he pulled me deep into his mouth. He squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks as he began bobbing on my cock. He expertly sucked my cock as his hands squeezed and roamed over my body. My legs grew weak and I began to buck wildly. I didn’t last long with his expert sucking and very soon he had my cock exploding in his mouth. I gasped and shot load after load of hot cum into his mouth. He moaned and continued to suck until he had taken every drop of cum from my cock. He then released me and my cock slipped out. He looked up at me and opened his mouth, showing me his tongue swirling my cum around before closing his mouth and swallowing!
He licked my cock clean as I stood there and then relaxed back into his chair. He grinned as he lit another smoke. I sat back down, and we both stared at each other for a while. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. How lucky I had been to have found someone who had a thing for “younger” partners. How lucky he had been to find a ********** toy like me! Who knows what might have happened if he had tried that with some other boy.
Perhaps sensing what I was thinking, or worried about what I might be thinking, he decided, at that point in time, with both of us naked and him still covered in his own hot load – a load that had just been stroked out of him by an *********** boy – that he should breech the subject. He needn’t have worried. So long as I got to play with that gorgeous cock, I was happy to keep my mouth shut.
It was mid-afternoon as we dressed again. Mr. J had someone coming over late in the afternoon so it was time for me to go. Before I left, he gave me a $10 note for my work, but mentioned that I still had the yard work to finish…perhaps I could come back tomorrow?
I thanked him, smiled, and told him I would be back in the morning.
Between hanging out with some friends and biking around and masturbating in secluded spots I had quite a lot of free time and my parents sat me down one day and suggested I could maybe look at getting some kind of summer job. I had never had a job, so I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but when my father pointed out the idea of having my own money to spend, well, that didn’t sound bad at all.
Initially, he suggested a paper run, but as you had to get up before the birds did, that idea was quickly ruled out. Eventually, we all agreed that I could go around the neighborhood and ask if anyone had any odd jobs they wanted done. The next morning, at about 9am, I was off.
I must have knocked on about thirty doors before having any success. Most knocks went unanswered, the occupants being either at work or away on vacation somewhere. The few that answered were not interested or had nothing for me to do. I was beginning to get disillusioned.
Keen to give up and go home, I decided I would try a few more addresses and give up for the day. There was a nice park nearby where I could strip naked and jerk off, then I would go home and maybe try again the next day. Or maybe not.
The next couple of houses went unanswered, but when I knocked on what was going to be the final door for the day, an old lady answered. She had some stuff in a closet she needed thrown out, and some other stuff sorted, so she agreed to my offer of help. As I worked, she sat and chatted away about all kinds of stuff, mostly her life. I only loosely **** attention as I worked. She made me a jam sandwich for lunch and when I was done, she **** me – a crisp new two-dollar bill. I wasn’t a millionaire, but I guess it was a start.
Over the next couple of days, I mowed two lawns, making a total of ten dollars. By the end of the week, I was up twelve dollars. Not bad for an ***********.
Saturday morning came and, with most of my friends away, I decided to go around the neighborhood again. Picking a different street this time, most of my knocks were answered, but most people had nothing for me. I managed to mow one more lawn and cut some firewood for another old lady and by the end of the weekend I had a total of $25.
At the beginning of the next week, a cyclone edged past town. I had never seen anything like it! I remember waking up the next day and looking across the road at the junior high school. In the middle of the year, they had planted about a hundred trees down a bank at the lower side of the school. They were all about twenty feet tall. That morning, every single one of them was laying on the ground, all having been ripped out of the ground.
I went around the neighborhood again and helped clean up. Some folks **** me and some didn’t, but it was okay. It was a real community effort, so it was pretty cool just to be helping. By the end of Tuesday, I had added $10 to my tally. I took Wednesday off to go have some naked public jerk off fun and resumed my neighborhood canvassing on Thursday.
After a few no answers and a couple of knock backs, my knock on the next door was answered by a man in his early 50’s. I’ll call him Mr. J. He listened to my spiel and smiled. He had some debris in his back yard from the cyclone he hadn’t had a chance to clear yet. He told me to go around the side of the house and he would let me in through the gate.
There were leaves and twigs everywhere, as well as some small and larger branches. He told me he would take care of everything that was too big for me, if I would rake all the leaves and twigs into piles. He gave me some tools and headed back into the house.
It was a warm day, the sun was shining, and after raking about a quarter of the leaves I was pretty hot. He called out to me, asking if I was hungry or thirsty. I said yes, and a few minutes later he called me over to the back patio where he offered me a can of coke and a ham sandwich. We chatted as we ate, small talk really, but mostly about me. How I liked school, what I got up to in my spare time, that sort of thing. I couldn’t help noticing his eyes looking me up and down as we talked.
After lunch, he cleared up and I got back to raking. I noticed him watching me as I worked. Looking up from time to time, I would see him standing at the back door or watching from one of the windows. I didn’t think much of it really, but I was sure I saw him adjusting himself at least a couple of times as he watched me.
A little while later, I saw movement in the window at the end of the house. Standing side on, in full view, Mr. J unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He had a nice, firm chest and stomach. I tried to continue raking, but my attention was now fully distracted. Did I see him take a quick sideways glance at me? I couldn’t be sure. I looked back down at what I was doing for a moment.
A moment later I risked another glance and watched as he undid his jeans and lowered them to the floor. He followed with his underwear. He was now standing stark naked in front of his window. In full view of me!
I could see his torso and a thatch of pubic hair and the top of his hips, but nothing more. He turned is back to me and I saw the top of his ass. He turned again, now fully frontal in the window. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t looking, but I was moving the rake with no conviction whatsoever as I sideways stared at the window. Mr. J rose on tiptoes and the base of his cock came into view.
Unable to control myself, my mouth gaped open and any attempt at raking ceased. My head turned to get a better view and, for just a moment, Mr. J and I made eye contact. He smiled slightly and turned away. Embarrassed, I turned and stumbled back into raking again. All I could think about was his cock, and my cock, now hard and uncomfortable in my underwear.
I snuck a glance back at the window a couple of times, but he was gone.
About five minutes later, Mr. J appeared on the back patio. He had a drink with him, and some cigarettes. He sat in one of the armchairs and lit a cigarette. I watched him smoking and watching me work. A minute or two went by with me sneaking peeks at him, and him watching me whilst puffing away on his smoke. I’m sure I saw him “adjusting” himself more than once.
A few more minutes went by, and he called me over again. He had been inside and fetched me another cold coke and sat it on a small table to his left. He invited me to sit and enjoy a cold drink and I sat in the chair to the right of the table. Both chairs were angled slightly toward each other.
I gulped down some of the drink and Mr. J chuckled and said I must be hot. I nodded and he suggested I take my shirt off. Since his strip in the bedroom, he was now shirtless and was only wearing a pair of short shorts, as were fashionable at the time. They were Stubbies brand, very popular in the late 70’s and early 80’s. very short, and very tight, they left little to the imagination. As I snuck glances at his body, his smooth chest and stomach, I could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls in his shorts.
I was nervous about taking my shirt off. I was just a skinny ********** compared to him, but I was hot, and very excited….and an exhibitionist! With a few more words of encouragement egging me on, I finally sat forward and pulled off my t shirt.
He smiled and gazed over my body. He eyes on me made me even more excited and I shuffled a little as my cock began to grow in my shorts. He seemed to smile more at my discomfort and reached over to pick up his cigarettes. As he did, the leg of his shorts gaped open, and the tip of his cock came into view. He was circumcised, which I prefer, and it looked like he might be semi hard. He leaned back and lit his smoke and relaxed back in his chair. He propped his leg up on a small railing along the side of the patio, which had the effect of allowing that open leg of his shorts to remain fully open, and fully in my view.
We sat and talked as I sipped at my drink, and he puffed on his smoke. His free hand rested on his lap and, although he was making some effort to disguise it, he was very visibly rubbing his crotch. As I watched, trying very hard to make it look like I wasn’t watching, his cock began to grow. Very soon, the tip was poking out of his shorts, now in my direct eyesight!
Our conversation went silent, and Mr. J shifted in his seat, causing his shorts to slide up, revealing even more of his hardening cock. There was now about three inches of his cock sticking out from his shorts and I was uncontrollably staring at it. His hand moved down and grasped his cock and, as my mouth gaped open, he began to slowly stroke it in front of me.
My trance was broken when Mr. J broke the silence, asking me if I liked it. It was obvious I did. My mouth was agape, and my eyes were transfixed on his hard cock. My own cock was now very uncomfortably pressing against my shorts. I believe I may have nodded and that was all the encouragement Mr. J needed.
He rose up and, in one smooth move, dropped his shorts to the ground. His cock flew upwards and bobbed as it was freed, his full length exposed. He took a step toward me, leaving his shorts behind him on the floor, and grasped his cock again. Literally a foot from me, he began to slowly stroke his hard cock in front of me.
It seemed like hours went by, watching him stroke his beautiful hard cock in my face, but it was probably only a minute or so before Mr. J broke the silence again. This time he asked me if I wanted to touch it. I have no recollection of saying anything, or even nodding. The only thing I remember is my arm reaching out and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He sighed with pleasure as I slid my hand up and down.
His cock felt incredible, soft, but also very, very hard. I stroked him slowly, admiring his big cock in my hand. He was at least three inches bigger than me at the time, which would have put him at a very healthy seven to eight inches. I relished every vein on his thick shaft and, speeding up a little, my thumb extended to rub over the top of his helmet. He moaned my name and told me what a good boy I was.
I stroked his hard cock for a few minutes more, speeding up and slowing down in response to his moans. Precum appeared from the eye of his cock and my thumb ran through it, coating his cock and making it glisten. His moans were now more regular, and he began to thrust his hips gently in time with my stroking. He told me how good I was and said I was going to make him cum soon.
Excitedly, I sped up my motions. More than anything, I wanted to make him cum. Surprisingly, his hand took mine and stopped me. I looked up at him and he pulled me up off the chair and, with his hand on my hand, and my hand still wrapped around his cock, he backed up.
He sat down in his chair, pulling me down to kneel in front of him. His legs spread wide, and I nestled in between them. He released my hand and laid back as I began to stroke him again. His hand moved up to his right nipple and he began to fondle and flick it as he moaned words of encouragement to me.
His beautiful cock was now inches from my face. I could smell his manly sexual scent, and it was driving me crazy with desire. My left hand reached up to take hold of the base of his shaft and my right hand stroked up and down. I covered his entire shaft, my thumb swiping up and over his tip with each stroke, then down to meet my other hand at the base. More precum appeared and soon his shaft was glistening as I covered it in his juice.
He started moaning louder, encouraging me to go faster and faster. Soon, my hand was moving like lightening on his shaft and his hips were bucking up and down in unison. He exclaimed a final “Oh, Fuck yes!” as his balls tightened and his cock twitched in my hand. His cum shot from his cock. One, two, three, four big spurts that covered his chest and stomach. I held my hands in place and his hips rose and he shuddered as another spurt shot out, followed by another.
He moaned in ecstasy as another two spurts escaped his cock, these two less powerful, dribbled down his shaft and coated my hands. He panted and grinned as his orgasm subsided, praising me, mumbling what a good boy I was. He laid like that for a minute, his breathing slowing as he came down, my hands slowly stroking his cum soaked cock.
My eyes were still on his delicious cock when he rose up and told me it was my turn. He removed my hands off his cock and pulled me up until I was on my feet in front of him. His hands then found my cock and he groped and rubbed me through my shorts. I was so fucking hard, and it felt so good. Then his hands were on my waistband and, a moment later, down came my shorts and underwear in one move. My ********** cock sprang into view. I was possibly the hardest I had ever been and my cock, somewhere between four to five inches, looked impressive against my skinny physique.
He praised my body and told me how gorgeous my hard cock was and, a moment later, he leant forward and took my cock into his mouth! His tongued swirled around the tip as he sucked my cock deep into his mouth. I gasped in shock as my cock entered his warm mouth. It felt amazing!
His hands groped my ass as he pulled me deep into his mouth. He squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks as he began bobbing on my cock. He expertly sucked my cock as his hands squeezed and roamed over my body. My legs grew weak and I began to buck wildly. I didn’t last long with his expert sucking and very soon he had my cock exploding in his mouth. I gasped and shot load after load of hot cum into his mouth. He moaned and continued to suck until he had taken every drop of cum from my cock. He then released me and my cock slipped out. He looked up at me and opened his mouth, showing me his tongue swirling my cum around before closing his mouth and swallowing!
He licked my cock clean as I stood there and then relaxed back into his chair. He grinned as he lit another smoke. I sat back down, and we both stared at each other for a while. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. How lucky I had been to have found someone who had a thing for “younger” partners. How lucky he had been to find a ********** toy like me! Who knows what might have happened if he had tried that with some other boy.
Perhaps sensing what I was thinking, or worried about what I might be thinking, he decided, at that point in time, with both of us naked and him still covered in his own hot load – a load that had just been stroked out of him by an *********** boy – that he should breech the subject. He needn’t have worried. So long as I got to play with that gorgeous cock, I was happy to keep my mouth shut.
It was mid-afternoon as we dressed again. Mr. J had someone coming over late in the afternoon so it was time for me to go. Before I left, he gave me a $10 note for my work, but mentioned that I still had the yard work to finish…perhaps I could come back tomorrow?
I thanked him, smiled, and told him I would be back in the morning.
9 months ago
waiting for the next part
