I was shocked to see Gavin coming towards me up the sidewalk. He had been sitting in his truck waiting for me to return from work for who knew how long. Meanwhile, I had stayed after work to fuck Connor in his van in the parking lot.
Gavin's handsome face was set unreadably grim. My mind flashed back to yesterday when I had lured him inside after he'd mowed our lawn, seduced him into letting me suck him off, and then desperately pleaded for him to fuck my ass. His reaction then had been less than favorable, and he'd fled the scene.
I suddenly got the notion that Gavin had returned to confront me about my actions. As he hurried up the sidewalk towards me, I had no time other than to brace myself for what I was sure would be a punch in the face.
Instead, Gavin grabbed me hard around my arm and kept walking, pulling me along with him around the side of my mother's house.
"We've got to talk," He grumbled gruffly as I had no real choice but to be pulled back around the side of my house with him towards the backyard. It made sense that he knew where he was leading me, he was our landscaper, after all.
He led me down the steep grade that our driveway took down around the side of the house to a lower backyard with further parking space on a flat concrete pad, as well as a decent sized patch of grass surrounded by woods. We stayed close to the side of the house as we rounded the corner and he pulled me into the shadows underneath the deck that extended out off of the dining room and looked out over our secluded backyard. The moonlight didn't reach under the deck, and my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. I could just barely make out the impressive outline of Gavin as he shoved me backwards against the back of the house and crowded in around me, giving me no room to escape.
This close to him, I could smell his sporty scented deodorant or body wash, and despite being scared shitless, I was incredulous to find myself still getting excited, feeling a stirring, even, in my pants.
"If you ever tell anyone about this, I will kick the shit out of you, Noah." He kept his voice low, but still full of enough menace to scare me.
I realized I'd have to push my hormones aside to save my skin. Thinking he was talking about the events from yesterday, I opened my mouth to assure him I wouldn't tell a soul.
"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about yester-"
I was cut off mid-sentence as I felt one of Gavin's strong hands clamp onto my shoulder and forcefully begin pushing down on me. I had no choice but to comply and begin sinking down to my knees. When I felt my knees hit the grass, Gavin shifted his grip from my shoulder to the back of my neck. He used his grip to pull my head forward towards what was mostly just a dark shape that was his lap.
I felt something warm and soft, yet firm, press into my cheek just to the side of my mouth. With a shocked thrill, I realized that it was Gavin's cock that he must have already pulled out of the fly of his track pants.
Instinctively, I reached up and found the base of his already hard shaft protruding from the fabric of his pant's fly. I wrapped my hand around it, opened my mouth, and guided him between my lips.
I picked up just where I had left off yesterday, bobbing my head up and down his length, using my fist around his base to stroke up and down his lower half as my mouth engulfed his upper half.
Gavin's hand remained at the back of my neck, guiding and quickening the pace of my head bobs. Almost right away, I felt his other hand grip around the wrist of my hand that was wrapped around his pole. He forcefully pulled my hand away.
"Get that out of the way," he commanded in a low voice just above a whisper. Almost immediately, he brought his other hand up around the back of my neck as well, and began using both to force my face further into his lap.
I gagged and sputtered as he forced my nose and chin into the fabric of his pants around his protruding cock. He nevertheless held me there a few moments while I gagged and thick saliva involuntarily built in my mouth and bubbled out around my jam-packed lips while I struggled to get in some air.
He let up the pressure on the back of my head and I instinctively pulled back away from him, his now saliva-coated cock plopping wetly from my mouth as I greedily gasped in air.
"Again," Gavin ordered, and I found myself desperately moving my open-mouth around to find his free-bobbing cock-head as he pushed me face-first towards his crotch again. I found it and wrapped my messy lips around just as he forced himself again to the back of my throat and held me there as I fought my gag reflex.
"Uhhhhhn, that's it. Get it nice and slippery," Gavin breathed.
I felt my mouth again filling with thick spit with nowhere to go. Just when I desperately needed a breath, Gavin released my head and I again pulled back off his dick, gasping. Saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and coated my chin. I felt snot leaking from my nose and reached a forearm up and swiped it across the bottom half of my face.
Gavin still had a hand latched onto the back of my neck. My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that I could now make out the dim shape of Gavin's cock jutting out inches from my face. He had his other hand around it's base now, pushing down on it and aiming it at my face.
"Spit on it," he instructed.
I was confused for a moment, opened my mouth because I wanted to continue sucking, when Gavin squeezed harder on the back of my neck and gave my head a forceful shake.
"Spit on my fuckin' cock," he hissed through gritted teeth.
My mouth was still swimming with spit from my recently triggered gag reflex, and was also watering just from the thought of having Gavin inside of it again. I did as instructed, gathering the saliva towards the front of my mouth and spitting it out in a glob on the tip of Gavin's glans, which he had pointed inches away from my lips.
Gavin stroked his hand up from his base and caught the wad of spit before it could drip off his head, and dragged it down his already spit-slicked shaft. I could hear my fluid squishing and squelching between his fingers as he stroked himself.
His other hand left the back of my neck and grabbed a handful of hair on the top of my head, yanking upwards.
"Get off your knees, faggot," he ordered. I complied, pulling myself up off the ground until I was standing again, facing him. "Turn around!"
He grabbed me by the shoulder and roughly spun me around. A little shove sent me stumbling forward into the nearby wall of the back of my house. I felt Gavin's hands now gripping the waist of my work pants and tugging on them.
"Get them pulled down," he grunted.
A thrill ran through me and my legs momentarily felt like they might buckle. Was this really happening? I couldn't unbuckle my belt fast enough. When I got it undone, Gavin's hands were already at the waistband again and he roughly yanked them, and my underwear, down off of my hips. They momentarily got tangled up in my hard-on in the front, and I quickly untangled it and it sprung free just as Gavin pulled them down my thighs just far enough for me to feel the cool night air on my bare cheeks. He left them that way, half pulled down my legs, and was pushing forward on my upper back between my shoulder blades.
"Do you want fucked or not? Stick your ass out." He sounded a little annoyed, like I wasn't complying fast enough.
He was still pushing on my upper back, hard enough that with my pants bunched up around my calves and ankles I almost tipped forward and smacked my face off the brick wall of the house. To prevent that from happening, I brought both my hands up and planted my palms on the bricks, bending myself forward and sticking my ass out behind me.
I was already panting in nervous anticipation as Gavin shifted around behind me. I felt something, his foot, nudging my feet further apart, until I had my legs spread as far as my pulled down pants allowed me to. Then Gavin was looming even closer behind me, and I almost jumped in surprise when I felt something warm and bulbous pressing right into my puckered anus.
I couldn't help but hiss as it felt like Gavin was trying split me open at the crack. Behind me I heard him grunting and felt him push with even more pressure trying to force his saliva coated tip into my virgin hole. The pain was blinding and I bit down on my lip to stop a scream that would have woken the neighborhood. Nevertheless, I felt a sharp pang of disappointment rather than relief when Gavin pulled his cock-head away unsuccessfully.
"Oh, you got a tight little hole, don't you?" He gruffly whispered.
I stayed where I was, trying to find the voice in my throat to tell him not to give up. I stopped myself when I heard him hawking a spit-wad behind me and spitting it out. I half expected to immediately feel his lougey hit me somewhere. Instead it was a few moments before I felt his rough warm hand swipe between my ass cheeks, smearing his spit around my asshole.
"You better be fucking clean down here, dude," he grumbled.
I nearly jumped up out of position when I suddenly felt him invading my back door again. There was a quick sharp pain that faded just as quickly, before I realized he had popped a spit-lubed finger up my anus. He worked it in a slow circle and I felt it roaming around just inside of me, the sensation alone causing me to want to moan out. He worked the finger in past the second knuckle and pulled it slowly almost out a few times, and I felt my eyes fluttering up into my skull.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched in the darkness as he hawked another lougey up out of his throat, brought his free hand up to his mouth and spit it into it. I let out a low whine as he pulled his finger out of my ass. I heard the squelching sound of him rubbing his saliva into some other part of his body, and then felt him roughly plant one of his hands on the very small of my back, just above my butt cheeks, dragging it to the side to splay my cheeks further.
