Cutting Ms Betty's Lawn

My mother had suggested I might consider cutting Ms Betty's lawn as none of the other boys in the neighborhood would. All the other mothers hated Ms Betty and wouldn't allow their sons to associate with her. She was one of my mom's friends and I thought nothing of it, so I agreed to do it every week. It seemed Saturday mornings would be best, so I put her in my schedule and planned on the following Saturday to the first.

I was doing a great job with my lawn cutting service, picking up new clients from word of mouth after I did a lawn or two, but my schedule was becoming full. I needed to save some time for fun that summer. I was always very sexual and loved hanging out with a few older guys and females for fun. The only one my age I played with regularly was the boy who lived next door. He was my age age and we had been masturbating together for years. It was just recently that we had taken our play a little farther.

His name was Rene, and one day he looked at me and said, "I want more out of this, I need more." I was baffled at his comment, asking him what he meant. He shared, "It's always us getting naked and showing each other our cocks.....I want more.....I want to be touched and......" Then his words trailed off and he sat quietly stroking his cock. Were both naked and hard. I sitting across from him asked, "Rene......what do you want?" He got up and stood in front of me, his hard cock pointing forward, inches from my face. He had a smile on his face and asked if he could show me. I nodded. Rene stepped forward and climbed onto my thighs, his own legs straddling mine. It felt good feeling his warm thighs touching mine. His cock rested against my own and the feeling was amazing. I moaned and he asked me, "Are you okay with this, are you comfortable?" I nodded again saying, "Yeah, it feels good.......our cocks touching is so good." Rene took his hand and began stroking both of us. I thought I was gonna cum right then and then he stopped. I remember thinking why'd you stop. I looked up at him and he kissed me. I kissed him back and then he kissed me again. Then he did it again and opened his lips and I felt his tongue teasing my lips as it then entered my mouth. I was surprised, but I began to sense what he wanted, what he was referring to when he said he wanted more.