Hello to all my horny readers! Here is the thrilling conclusion to Pulling Weeds. Please leave comments and let me know how many loads you're donating to my stories. My summer is light so I should be able to publish a little more frequently. Enjoy lovelies!
Pulling Weeds: Part 2
Shawn flipped through the three $20 bills from another satisfied customer. His solo trip had proved successful, and he was feeling good as he walked back to his truck. Shawn wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he always got nervous when he went out on his own. It's not that he can't handle the lawns, it's that he can't handle the people. Mrs. Baxter was a sweet enough old lady and Shawn immediately tensed when he dropped an "F-bomb" in front of her. Luckily Mrs. Baxter was pretty much deaf and could only hear every other word Shawn said, and equally as lucky the "F-bomb" was one of the words she missed. After that close call Shawn quickly cut and edged the lawn and trimmed some of the hedges around Mrs. Baxter's front yard.
"Thank you, young man, I appreciate your work!" Mrs. Baxter shouted, though she probably thought she was talking at a low volume.
"No problem Mrs. Baxter!" Shawn shouted back so she could hear him.
"Would it be too much trouble if you could get deep inside my gutters and clean them out?"
Shawn would have done a spit take if he had been drinking anything.
"What?!" Shawn asked as he stifled a laugh
"My gutters! They haven't been cleaned in so long, not since Mr. Baxter passed on! I'm sure a young man like you could give my gutters a good deep cleaning!" Mrs. Baxter asked innocently.
"No mam! Uhhhh, I'm afraid of heights!" Shawn added before making a beeline for the safety of his truck before he busted his gut laughing at the sexual innuendo.
Shawn slammed his truck door and sat in the silence of his cab amazed he was able to clamp his mouth shut and keep his dirty jokes to himself. He turned the key and started up his truck, the blast of cold air from the A/C feeling amazing against his sweat soaked skin.
"Ok, lets go see how Evan's doing. Hopefully he's done and we can move on to the next neighborhood." Shawn said to himself as he shifted his truck to drive and started back to that older guy's house.
As he spun around the cul-de-sac he thought back to the weird vibes he was getting from Evan before he left to check the other houses. Evan looked more tensed up than usual. Acting like a gazelle worried about a lion pouncing on him. Shawn and Evan had been friends for a long time, since Elementary school. Their friendship always seemed like an 'Odd Couple' situation because Evan was such a brainy, well-mannered kid while Shawn was a hyper-active disruption. Shawn played football while Evan stayed in the science labs. Truth be told Shawn was going to miss Evan a lot when he left for college. Something he was not interested in at all! Shawn was glad he could have this last summer with his best friend before they went their separate ways.
Shawn pulled up to the curb in front of Floyd's house and noticed a new car was now parked in the driveway. He checked his phone and saw no text from Evan.
Yo Evan, you done yet? I'm outside in the truck
Shawn hit send and waited for a response. But Evan wasn't going to respond, and he certainly wasn't in a position to read the text. In fact, the phone's vibration was barely heard from the pile of Evan's clothes in the corner of Floyd's bedroom. Evan's moans and cries for cock were drowning out any and all other noises. If Shawn wasn't in a hurry he might have called Evan, not that Evan would have been able to answer. Evan was occupied with the two thick black cocks rearranging his insides and rewiring his brain.
Fuck it
Shawn thought and got out of his truck and started up the driveway towards Floyd's front door. Once he stood in the very spot that Evan made his decision a few minutes ago he reached out and knocked on the heavy wooden door. No one heard the knock. Floyd and David had their hands full with filling Evan's holes.
Shawn went to knock again, a little harder this time, and accidentally pushed the door open. Apparently, David had been too excited and didn't make sure the door was fully closed when he sneaked into Floyd's bedroom.
"Hello! Anyone home?" Shawn asked as he poked his head into the entryway. He stepped into Floyd's house and closed the door behind him.
"Yo Evan! You still here, I've been waiting outside for like 5 minutes!" Shawn yelled out. He heard some noise coming from down the hall. As he got closer he could hear what sounded like punches or slaps and was suddenly worried about his friend and if he was getting his ass kicked by Floyd.
"Evan...you in here?" Shawn asked as he opened the door and was met with the sight of his best friend stuck between two black men, their cocks see-sawing in and out of Evan's holes. A look of pure bliss plastered across Evan's face.
"Evan?! What the fuck are you doing to him!" Shawn yelled, his jaw hanging open as he tried to process the scene in front of him. His childhood best friend, was on his hands and knees in Floyd's bed, his ass was up and his back was arched and two men, one of them looked like the guy Shawn saw earlier, were on either side of him their hard cocks were lodged deeply inside Evan.
Holy fuck, has Evan's ass always looked that good
Shawn thought as he felt his own cock jump slightly.
SMACK!
A loud smack interrupted Shawn's confused thought. Floyd thrust his hips forward smacking his pelvis off Evan's backside and pushing the boy forward deeper onto David's cock causing Evan to gag.
"What's it look like we're doing? We're filling this white boy up with two helpings of black cock." Floyd said as he continued his piston like thrusting into Evan's hole.
"You must be Shawn, name's Floyd and that's David, but you will call us Sir or Daddy from now own."
"Like hell I'm doing that!" Shawn said defiantly.
