My Latino Lawn Boy

Actually, Marco works for the apartment complex as one of its maintenance men. That he is a man, and not a boy, is very, very evident to anyone with eyes in their head. He is the shorter of the two fix-it guys. The tall one is uber hunky...a real gym rat...a super-bulked hard as nails ripped testosterone-soaked masculine superstud. God's gift to women; and to the imagination of men like me! Alan is all man. Not an ounce of gayness in him. But Marco...

"I can trim it back only so far, Mr. C, before the inner branches show." He calls us all by the first letter of our last names. C stands for Carlson. Marco stands for all of the hopes I have to finally take a much younger man into my bed. He looks to be in his mid twenties. I am in my mid forties; at a time when the seeming innocence of a tight young male body has been calling my name, like the sirens of antiquity. Just the thought of making it with Marco sends my sexual appetite into overdrive.

"It's okay, Marco. Do the best you can. I have faith in you. You always come through for me." Even the sound of his voice is enough to push me to my edge. His voice is deep, well rounded like his full ass, with the melodic and mesmerizing tonal qualities of his Latin roots.

"You always make me feel good, Mr. C. I really like being here." His smile is earnest and inviting. I feel like exploring this a bit. He keeps giving off sexual innuendo...at least I think he does?

"Where's Alan, Marco? I haven't seen him for a few weeks now. He's always with you like a big brother. Like he's protecting you in some way." I say this with a chuckle and a warm grin in a kidding way, teasing Marco into talking with me on a more personal level than ever before.

"He did. But he got fired, and had to move out." I am shocked, dismayed, and showing it.

"WHAT? How? Why?" Even though obviously and totally straight, Alan could always be counted on for putting on a muscle show; and for slipping into my imagination every now and then, in a not-so-straight way.

"He kind of beat up another renter who tried to force me, so they fired him." I take in Marco's look as he says this, searching for a clue as to his inner thoughts.

"Who would do that to you, Marco? Why?" I am concerned; I am also eager to play this to my possible advantage.

"It was Mr. H. He had me clean his pool. It was a very hot day; and I got a little dizzy.

He sat me down on his lawn chair and got me a drink. Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see him wrestling with the zipper of my shorts. I felt really weak, kind of drugged or dazed. I knew that Alan was next door fixing their patio door, so I yelled his name as loudly as I could muster. He came running. He pulled Mr. H. off of me, slammed his fist into his face, and carried me out to our service van."

"Damn, Marco. I'm glad you weren't hurt. It's one thing to fool around, but no one should ever get blindsided like that. Too bad about Alan. I'll miss him."

"Me too. He sure was good eye candy, right?!" Marco, Marco. I wonder if you wagged your hefty butt at Mr. H. that fateful day. Anyway, you never should have been treated that way. And though I will certainly miss Alan's eye candy, he did hover over you a lot. Protecting...or smothering...I wondered.

"Alan turned heads everywhere he went. He overshadowed everyone else in the room." The bait is out there. Will Marco take it?

"Not just in the room, Mr. C. Everywhere. He was good to me, that's for sure. But he also was overprotective; and I could never..." Marco is biting his lower lip, and is now thinking instead of talking.

"Are you working alone now, Marco? Is it somehow easier to... get along... with the renters?" He is tilting his head just a wee bit; burning holes in my mind with those soulful brown eyes, and forming a slight 'Mona Lisa' smile with his full, ethnically gorgeous mouth. I am an equal opportunity gay man. I find beauty in every race, creed and color. There is beauty in every size, shape, and form of man on this planet. With this question, I have initiated a viscerally strong connection with Marco; and I eagerly await his answer.

"Yes. I have been more careful how I show myself to some of the renters now. You know. Some men see me...differently."

"In what way, Marco?" My look is now slightly puzzled, with my own 'Mona Lisa' smile.

"They know that Alan is gone. They think they can be more bold with me than before. They think that just because I like to wear tight shorts, and wiggle my ass, that I'm as hot for them as they are for me. That may be the case with some..." He trails off and glances down my body to the bulge in my loose gym pants; before looking me in the eyes once more. A big smile is now on his face.

"See you later, Mr. C. I'll be working your grass tomorrow around 11. Nice talking with you." With that, I am watching as his bouncy ass cheeks carry Marco away toward his van. He is well proportioned in every way, yet his butt seems a bit too big for the rest of him. Not too big for me!

Part 2 -

I hear the low roar of the mower outside my window. It is just before 11. I peak out and see Marco near the road, wearing his trademark tight shorts but instead of his usual logo tee...he has on a kind of cropped tank top that shows just how built this hot Latin lawn boy really is! As I lick my lips in anticipation, I decide to throw caution to the wind; and take off my own tee shirt. Alan isn't the only one who works on his body. Mine is still in great shape, tight, and as appealingly 'Dad Bod' as can be. I open the front door just as Marco approaches the bush we spoke about before. He turns off the mower and smiles at me.

"Looking good, Mr. C!"

"So is my bush, Marco." He and I share a kind of knowing look, and we both burst out laughing. "You know what I meant." He just nods.

"Sure do. How about a drink together...it's hot as hell today." He follows me into the kitchen. I turn to see Marco lifting the sweat-soaked tank up and over his muscular chest. With upstretched arms, and wet pits on full display, this young hottie is taking his time to pull the moist fabric up and over his face and dark flowing hair; then he finally flings it onto the back of one of my stools.

"Cheers." I clink my glass to his, and in my minds eye, more than our glasses are joining together this afternoon. A lot more.

"Do you mind me without my shirt on?" Is he kidding? I am parched. Thirsty. Longing to lick the sweat from his body to quench my deepest thirst...

"Not a bit. You have your own 'eye candy' thing going on, my young friend!"

"You're my friend, too... Tom." First name! Now that's a first. I'll talk less and listen more.

"Thank you, Marco. That means a lot to me. I like you... a lot." He has taken a few steps closer to me now. I can feel the waves of heat wafting off his skin; the scent of him is manly-musk and oh so very sultry and sensuous.

"I feel special towards you...Tom. You have always treated me with respect and dignity. Can I thank you with a hug?" Not waiting for an answer, and me not caring one bit, Marco and I are now man-hugging in a full body bear hug that has my cool skin and his hot muscles tingling with our new connection. It is not long before I feel him shift his head to whisper in my ear: "I need to work your grass a little bit more. Then we can both work something else...if you care to, Tom?" His arms still hold me close to him. I can feel his breath on my neck now. The sweet warmth of him is seeping into my soul; and my mind is awash with possibilities.

"Yes. Marco. I'll wait for you." He breaks the hug. His lips fairly graze mine in the swiftest of all possible kisses - hardly at all. But the taste of him lingers as I watch his shapely form saunter out the door toward the waiting mower.

The next twenty minutes have me racing to shower, prep myself properly, and do my best to keep expectations low. When the mower motor stops, my heart begins to race. The door opens, closes, and I hear the safety bolt lock into place. As I enter the hallway, Marco stands there before me, naked, wet with sweat, and beaming with youthful pride. His body is now on full display for me. All of him is enticing. All of him calls to me, beckoning me to savor the feast he is offering up.

"I hope you are pleased?" He lifts his arms over his head in a muscular pose, exposing everything to my longing eyes and heart.

"Yes, I am pleased." Tawny brown skin, aglow with shiny sweat, hairless pecs and wispy treasure trail blossoming into a full and dense thicket of man-bush...all doing their best to upstage what can never be upstaged - his nine inch tool, unlike any other that this hot maintenance man has to work with. His manhood is on full display to me. The thickness of him does him proud. I can only wonder what Marco is thinking. What does he want to do next?

"Strip for me, Daddy." Not sure I like this appellation.

"Tom." That should set him straight. Uh...

"Daddy Tom!" Okay. I like it! I do as he says. I am soon as naked, and 'proud' as Marco is. He tops me in dick size by three full inches; not in height, though. At nearly six feet tall I am seven inches taller than he is. Should make for a fun-size tryst!

"You have any preferences, Marco?" He is quick to answer.

"Men."

"I mean, like, positions and such..." He pauses to think.

"Sure. Your penis in my butt. My tool up your ass. Lots of hot kissing. I love to share my lover's cum with him..." With that he presses his warm mouth to mine, his tongue pressing into me with gentle insistence. I let him have his way.

Part 3 -

Marco takes my hand, and we get into bed together. He has my hands pinned above my head, his crotch slowly grinding into mine. This kiss is causing me to drown in a sea of impossible pleasure. I have never been gifted this level of comfort with a man. Every move he is making seems designed to please me. I am beyond euphoric!

"What does my Daddy want his boy to do next?" My list could take forever...

"Ride me, son. Make my manhood disappear inside of you. Slowly buck your hotness on full display for me. Don't stop, even as I fill your hole with cum. Keep us together as we nap off our orgasms."

"Yes, Sir!" Marco is striding my flanks now. He is on his haunches in position above my fuck pole. I am squeezing a big glob of lube into his hand; and he is anointing both his hole and my cockhead with the silky stuff. Now both of his hands are spreading his cheeks apart. I fist my pole as he slowly lowers himself to me. His ring touches my sensitive head. A shiver runs through me as Marco continues to lower his body onto and over mine. I flinch with joy as I feel my cockhead pierce his ring, and plunge deeply into his channel. He is warm, wet, and glowing all over. As Marco bends to me for a long and languid kiss, his hips begin their slow and rhythmical dance on my crotch.

"Oh. Marco. This feels so very good, son." I have reached my goal of bedding a young buck. The rest will be gravy for me.

"Me, too, Dad. I love being filled and drilled like this. Please stoke me. Let's see if we can get off together." I am fingering his cockhead, and my hand is wet with his copious precum. Something about having a cock up one's ass makes a man's precum flow like a faucet. Mine does, anyway. Marco's too, apparently.

"Let's do it." I am circling his helmet and running a finger into his pee slit to coax more of his flow from his body. Before long, I have his entire length covered with his precum; and am enjoying languidly stroking his manhood into a frenzy. He is obviously on a high!

"Oh. Tom!!" His eyes are closed now; he has not missed a beat in his efforts to hump the cum from my own body. We must both be close.

"Getting close?" He is breathing deep and ragged.

"Yeah. Close." Marco is now flush in color, his tawny skin turning pale pink with his efforts. I can feel the first gurgles of fluid begin to course through my plumbing; and the twitching of Marco's rod tells me that we are both on course to explode.

It is hard to say which body part starts the chain reaction going. All I know is that my own veins are straining to pump blood through this now muscle-tensed body on its way to orgasmic delight.

"Marco? This is it, son. I...I..." I feel his ass tighten around my dick shaft; his own cock becoming even more rigid than before. There is a ball of searing hot cum that seems stuck at the base of my crotch for just a millisecond before it...before it...

"Tom. TOM!!" Just before I lose control, I see his cock slit gape; the first of his lightning fast ropes shoot from him onto my face and neck; covering my chest and belly, as well. Each of his ropes brings another spasm to his ass muscles; and my own crotch starts to clench and release in equal bursts of ecstasy, filling his channel with more of me than I ever thought possible.

"Damn, Daddy! What a fucking ride!" He can barely catch his breath.

"Uh. Mmm." I have no words yet, just moans. He is absolutely right. This 'ride' is my most exhilarating sex ever! As Marco collapses onto my chest, feeling his own seed spread like butter between slices of bread, it coats our bellies and feels wonderful. He is still semi-hard; his ass is still sheathing my nearly flaccid member. Wishing I could go again with this young stud is pure fantasy...I feel sleep overtaking me; yet can also feel the unbridled glee and energy of Marco's body as he begins to think about round two!

"Rest up, Pop. This afternoon is not nearly over yet! My mind is full of ways to whack some more 'bush', trim some more 'lawn', and feed some more seed! You with me...Daddy Tom?"

"All the way, son. All the way!"

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