Secret Toyboy

The first time I saw you, I was battling with an uncooperative lawnmower on a stiflingly hot afternoon. I don't know why I thought that was a good time to mow the lawn, but I work from home and I can see the increasingly overgrown jungle from my desk and it was starting to annoy me.

Unfortunately, my lawnmower decided that it had other ideas and cut-out half way through. As I sat on the grass trying to look like I knew how to fix a lawnmower, you suddenly stopped at my gate.

I glanced up and was taken aback by the handsome young man smiling shyly at me. I live almost next door to the local college, so teenagers walking past my house are a daily occurrence (well, twice daily really).

I raised my eyebrows, silently enquiring as to what you might want. Your cheeks flushed as you pointed at the mower.

"Do you need help? I think I know how to fix that."

I sighed as I stood up, brushing the grass from my legs and shorts. "Be my guest." I smiled, not really expecting you to be able to fix it, but you're polite and friendly and I have no idea what I'm doing.

I watched as you turned the mower over to examine the underside. My eyes wandered, taking in your dark hair and fitted white shirt- tucked neatly into your pressed black trousers... then I stopped, suddenly embarrassed. You're far too young for me! (Even though youre very tall and handsome...)

You fiddled with something and turned to look at me grinning as the mower turned on, as if it was nothing.

I let out a laugh, partly in surprise that you fixed it and in relief that I wasn't going to be stuck looking at a half mown lawn for days!

"I tell you what," I laughed, "I'll give you a fiver if you finish the rest of the lawn for me."

You smiled again and tossed your backpack onto the path before getting straight on with it.

I popped back into the house and took two cans of Coke out of the fridge and rummaged around to find a £5 note.

I sat on the doorstep just as you finished the final corner of the lawn.

"Thanks," I smiled as I passed one of the cold cans over to you along with the money. I thought you would head straight home but you surprised me by sitting next to me on the door step. I shuffled over so we weren't too close together.

I watched as you downed most of the can in one go while I sipped my own. I know I shouldn't encourage this, I should definitely tell you to go home, but there's something about you. Most of the boys passing my house are loud, boisterous and annoying. But you seemed different.

"So, I guess you go to the college on the corner?" I asked, hoping you're at least 18.

You swallowed and nodded, "Yeah, second year."

I let out a breath I didn't realise I'd been holding, reassuring myself mentally that you were practically an adult by 18.

We made some casual small talk while we finished our drinks in the sun.

You passed me back the empty can and told me you should probably be heading home. I stayed sitting on the step as you retrieved your backpack and headed for the gate.

"If you want, I'm happy to pay you to cut the hedge too?"

You smiled and agreed to come back the following day after college.

I tidied the garden and went back in the house feeling a bit flustered at the thought of you calling round again. It was silly really, you're almost 10 years younger than me but.... There was something about your smile and the way you were quiet, almost nervous while we were talking. It's been ages since I felt like this, after my ex moved out 3 years ago. I just busied myself with work. Occasionally I'd log into some online dating sites but there hadn't been anyone I'd been interested in.

So that's how we met. You did come round the next day to cut the hedge and I found myself trying to find jobs for you to do over the following weeks, so you would keep coming round. Eventually I stopped making up reasons and you started calling in just to chat. I was drawn to you and you seemed to enjoy my company too. Once you even went so far as to tell me I looked pretty- even though you blushed furiously for ages afterwards.

I started to wonder where this might go. It was refreshing being around someone who was too nervous to make a move. I'd never been in this position before where I was the more experienced one. I needed to find a way to test the waters though, I didn't want to become a newspaper headline 'cougar seduced local boy'.

You often stayed at mine well into the evening. You said your parents worked late, so wouldn't be worried. As we sat on the sofa late one afternoon, watching the news with a cup of tea, I decided to find out if you were interested or not.

"You've never told me if you have a girlfriend or anything?" I asked quietly, secretly hoping of course that you didn't.

You put your mug on the table in front of us and looked embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say the wrong thing."

You shook your head, "You didn't, no I don't have one. Girls aren't really interested in me."

I open my mouth to say something and close it again. I shake my head in disbelief. "Are they mad?"

I watch your cheeks darken as you pretend to find something interesting out the window.

"I'd date you." I say quietly, feeling my own face flush at admitting that. You don't look at me, but continue looking out of the window.

"Why?" You almost whisper.

"Really? You're kind, funny, clever... you make me smile... I look forward to you coming around... you're incredibly good looking..."

You glance at me, perhaps to try and work out if I'm being honest. I smile and rest my hand lightly on your knee.

"I'd date you too." You mumble, before tentatively putting your hand on top of mine.

The next couple of times you came round we'd still sit on the sofa watching tv and chatting, but now we'd sit closer together and hold hands. We'd even kissed once, nothing over the top, just a nervous brush of the lips. I was afraid to move too fast, but I noticed you trying to hide your hard on more than once.

"Have you ever seen a woman naked?" I asked.

"No, not really. Why?"

I smiled, "Would you like to?"

I felt your hand tighten in mine and you swallowed.

"Not now, but if you're ready to, why don't you call in tomorrow? If you're not ready that's ok. You can still come round and we'll just talk like we do now."

The following day I impatiently watched the clock hands dragging round, as I waited to see if you would call in. At 2:45 I showered, taking extra time to moisturise everywhere to make my skin soft and smooth. I slipped on a white lace bra and matching knickers, that didn't leave much to the imagination, before covering myself in a black silk robe that I tied at the waist.

I sprayed a light mist of perfume and made sure the bed was made and the room tidy. I pulled the curtains closed and lit a couple of candles in the room. I was just pressing play on a playlist of soft sensual music, when I heard your knock at the front door.

I took a deep breath to steady the butterflies in my tummy as I went downstairs to open the door. I stayed behind the door as I opened it and I heard you gasp quietly as I closed the door behind you. You stood in front of me looking a little stunned as your eyes travelled down my body. I smiled, noting that you were already growing hard.

I took your hand without a word and led you upstairs to my bedroom.

"Come on." I smiled again, tugging you towards the bed. I lay on my side facing you, feeling the edge of the robe fall back exposing my bare thigh and my shoulder. You lay next to me on your back, your hands at your sides. I placed my hand on your chest.

"Are you ok? We don't have to do this." I asked.

You turned onto your side and faced me.

"I do, I'm just a bit nervous. I haven't done this before."

I nod and loosen the tie of the robe, letting it fall back so you can see me in my underwear. I take your hand gently and place it on my hip. You moan softly.

"I've never touched a womans underwear before."

I smile, "You can touch anything you want to."

"I want to touch all of you." You whisper and I giggle. You hand lightly rubbing my hip. I sigh as your hand slips up to my waist, grazing the side of my bra before moving back down to my hip.

"Wow." You breathe quietly and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hand on my body. I gasp as your warm hand suddenly settles on my breast.

I lean in to you, searching for your lips with mine. I kiss you, over and over until I feel you relax a little, your mouth opening and our tongues meeting.

You gently squeeze my breast and I moan against your lips, making you squeeze again. I loosen your tie, and stroke your chest as I unbutton your shirt. Your breath catches as I touch your bare chest. I cup your face as we kiss, my thumb brushing your smooth cheek.

Instinctively you move your hips against mine, your body being driven by your desire and arousal. Awakening new feelings inside you. I reach down and rest my hand on the bulge between your legs. You moan as I unbutton your trousers and slip my hand inside.

You're big and hard in my hand, bigger than I'd expected. I feel you throb as I stroke you.

"Take your trousers and boxers off." I breathe quietly, my gaze focused on your cock as you slide them off. I move down the bed and place a kiss on the head of your cock.

You moan again, so I slowly lick the length of you before taking your tip in my mouth. Your hips move beneath me, eager for me to take more of you in my mouth. I savor the taste of you, feeling myself getting more turned on as I think about this being your first blow job.

"Stop," you pant, "please, or I'll cum!"

I smile to myself and move back up the bed, surprised to suddenly find your lips on mine as you push me onto my back, half on top of me. I wrap my arms around you, rubbing your back and bottom as I feel you unclasp my bra.

"I want to suck your breasts." You murmur against my lips and I moan thinking about your lips around my nipples. You kiss my neck, my shoulder, moving down to my breasts and I moan as I feel you take my nipple into your young mouth. I run my hand through your hair as you suck, my heart racing as I feel a more maternal need to nurture and protect you. As you suck I feel your fingers brushing the lace between my legs.

I know I'm already wet and wonder if you've ever touched a pussy before. I groan as I feel your fingers move beneath the lace to my bare skin, dipping between my swollen, aroused lips. I sigh, whispering your name and telling you how good you're making me feel.

"Would you like to taste me?" I ask quietly, looking you in the eyes as you glance up from my breast.

You don't answer, instead you move down the bed and slip my knickers off. I open my legs for you and watch you looking at my pussy.

"Have you seen a real pussy before?"

You shake your head and I moan, opening my legs wider for you to get a better look. I lay back and close my eyes as I feel you place a nervous kiss on my lips, your tongue lightly flicking over my clit.

I moan in pleasure as you explore me intimately with your tongue. Letting you work me up to an easy climax before you join me on the bed again.

"We can do more," I whisper as I gaze into your bright eyes, "If you're ready?"

"I want to but..."

I pull you into my arms holding you against me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to. You're safe here with me baby." I whisper into your ear and my hands stroke your bare skin.

You nestle your head into my breasts. "I want you to be my first."

I stroke your hair and place a kiss on top of your head.

"Why don't you lay back and let me do it?" I whisper.

You settle onto your back and I straddle you. I take your hands and place them on my bottom, as I take your cock and line it up against my pussy. I take your tip inside and you gasp, your hands tightening on my bottom. Slowly I lower myself down onto your lap, taking all of you inside.

"Babe I'm inside you!" You gasp and I giggle, taking in the look of shock and delight on your face. I start moving my hips, feeling you moving in and out as I do.

"We're making love, baby." I smile and you squeeze my bottom again. I run my hands down your chest as I ride you, our moans mixing together in ecstasy.

"You're so good, better than I've had before." I moan.

"Really?"

I nod.

"I want to take you. I want to go on top." You breathe and I slip off you, changing places with you on the bed. I spread my legs for you and you nestle yourself between them, sliding your cock back inside.

"Yes," I moan, "yes, baby fuck me. Take me. Make me yours babe."

You drive your cock into me deep and hard. I moan over and over as you fuck me. Your cock throbbing inside me.

"I want you to cum inside me, your first time cumming in a pussy." I groan as I feel myself coming closer to my own climax. You keep going, fucking me hard until I hear your breath catch and I know you're close.

"Baby yes, cum inside me. It's ok I promise."

You cry out as you cum, filling me deep as I tighten around you, cumming just behind you.

You lay on my chest and I hold you tight. I stroke your back and kiss your face, whispering to you how amazing that was and how good you made me feel. I keep holding you tight as you catch your breath. I'm suddenly reminded how young you are, how vulnerable you're probably feeling.

We lay on the bed in each other's arms for ages. Not talking, just being together in the dark with the candles flickering.