BIRTH OF A YOUNG STUD Pt.1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, early June, late nineteen-sixties. High school was done for the year, and David was looking forward to doing nothing for the next 2 1/2 months. His parents were at the family cottage in the Laurentians. His prick of an older brother was working weekends at the local tennis club. David had the house to himself.
He was busy searching his father's den, looking for the latest edition of Playboy. Like all healthy teenagers, David masturbated incessantly and found the Playboy centrefolds to be very stimulating. Thinking of Barbara Eden in I Dream of Jeannie or Julie Newmar as Catwoman was nice, but the fold out centrepiece of Playboy was as close to real sex as the teenager had ever come.
Giving up his search, David realized it was almost 11:00. Time for Star Trek! His favourite TV show fuelled his very active imagination in so many ways: space travel, aliens, Yeoman Janice Rand's mini skirts...
But his newfound freedom came at a cost. He had to earn his weekly allowance of $2.00 by doing chores around the house. How else could he add to his collection of comic books? Captain America, Dr. Strange and Thor weren't cheap.
Today he had to mow the lawn. Their house in the leafy suburb of Montreal had a big yard and it was David's job to mow it every Saturday. Wearing his trusty Converse All-Stars and cutoff jeans he started the monotonous back and forth with the mower.
The yard had a long cedar hedge along the back they shared with their neighbours the McNeils. They had moved in five years ago and their two boys, Mark and Peter, had become David's best friends. Their swimming pool was an added bonus.
Just as David was finishing, he saw Mrs. McNeil come through the gap in the hedge.
"Oh, Davie you're here. Can you come and help me for a minute?"
Mrs. Laura McNeil was a real looker, sort of a cross between Mary Ann and Ginger from Gilligan's Island: Mary Ann's face on Ginger's body. She was wearing a skimpy bikini that David had a hard time not staring at. He certainly felt his cutoffs tightening as his cock hardened.
"I wanted to work on my tan, but the lounger cushions are up in the rafters of the garage. I could use a young mans' help."
David followed her as she walked towards the garage, her beautiful bikini clad ass swaying seductively as she walked.
"The boys are off at the golf course. You know how their dad loves to golf, and he's determined to teach them how to play. Eighteen holes before lunch then another eighteen after. They'll be gone all day, and I just can't wait to work on my tan. You're a dream for helping me."
"No problem, Mrs. M."
David was entranced by her rhythmically bouncing butt cheeks. He was getting a serious boner and adjusted it sideways in his cutoffs so it wouldn't be too obvious.
"I've got the ladder up, but I can't reach the cushions. Here, I'll hold the ladder while you go up. Just toss them down."
Mrs. McNeil stood under the ladder and braced the side rails. David climbed up a few rungs so he could reach the cushions, immediately realizing his crotch was directly in front of her face. Looking down he had a perfect view of Mrs. McNeil's substantial cleavage. His cock lurched in his shorts.
He pulled the first two cushions down and dropped them on the floor. Looking down, he saw Mrs. McNeil staring intently at the bulge in his shorts as she absentmindedly licked her lips.
The next two cushions were further back and as he reached for them, his cutoffs pulled up and his cock sprung out the bottom, inches from her face.
"Oh shit Mrs. M, I'm so sorry."
Mrs. McNeil gawked at the massive piece of teen meat dangling in front of her.
"Oh, my word, Davie, don't be sorry. You stay right there." She reached out and cradled the heavy slab of David's cock, massaging it gently.
"This, young man is a very nice cock. You should be proud."
David flinched as she tugged, his cock swelling. He clung to the ladder desperately, not wanting to break the spell and the fantastic feeling of his sexy neighbour pulling on his now extremely hard dick.
"Yes, you stay there and hold on while I take care of this for you."
Mrs. McNeil unbuttoned his cutoffs and slowly pulled down the zipper. Reaching around the sides of the ladder she peeled the cutoffs down to his knees. As she did, David's fully erect cock sprang up and hit the rung of the ladder with a loud thwack.
"Oh, you poor boy, that must have hurt. Here, let me kiss it better for you."
She showered his cock with tender kisses, thrilled at the size of the gawky teenager's massive pole.
"Oh, yes Davie, you are going to make a lot of women very happy with this hunk of meat. Have you ever been with a woman?
"No, never."
"Oh goody, so you've never had a woman do this."
She drove her mouth onto his cock, running her tongue along the underside.
"Oh fuck Mrs. M that feels so good."
"And you've never had a woman do this either," as she wanked his cock vigorously. Dribbles of precum lubricated her hand as she marvelled at the thickness and length of his teenage meat.
"Yes indeed, you are going to make a lot of women very happy with this big, fat cock of yours."
Lifting his cock out of the way she licked at his ballsack, tickling the substantial orbs. She took one into her mouth, laving it with her tongue and repeated this with the other ball.
"Please Mrs. M, I can't take much more of this."