Gay Boy Needs A Daddy

Gay boy mowing my lawn asked me to teach him how to suck cock. I told him no at first buy changed my mind when I saw his huge boner.

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I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushing the machine along.

The lawn needed mowing maybe three times a month, but this must have been the third time young Carson had come over to do it this week. I didn’t have the heart to tell him not to do it, because he seemed to enjoy doing it, or at least that was what he claimed when he offered to start doing it last year.

Before then, my life partner Jeff had done the lawn work while I tended to the gardening, but after he passed away in that car accident almost two years ago, Carson volunteered his services, and when I checked with his mother to make sure it was okay with her, she was all for it.

Times have changed, I thought to myself. It had become common knowledge that I was gay, but in the ten years Jeff and I had lived in this neighborhood we hadn’t gotten even a hint of resentment from anyone. We lived our lives, acted just as responsibility as every other couple, and were treated with respect.

The support I received from the neighbors after Jeff’s tragic accident was overwhelming, and was another indication about how much things have changed. Part of it was having enjoyed a wonderful 35 year career as an educator, and Jeff having been a well-known accountant, I suppose, and part was also that most people these days really don’t seem to care about people being gay.

Carson saw me looking out at him while I was daydreaming and waved, breaking me out of my reminiscing. His smile was infectious, and as I watched him scoot along behind the mower, he made me wish that I was his age, because he was a heart-breaker.

Carson was gay, or at least I believe that was what my “gaydar” was telling me, although I had no real evidence of that. I had picked that vibe up a while back, and while I doubt his mother knew, it somehow seemed obvious to me. Maybe because he would flirt with me a lot, like he was now. It might not have been intentional, but that was the way I saw it. Even if he was doing it on purpose, it was harmless fun as far as I was concerned, because he was just being kidding around, and there was no way that he would be interested in somebody over three times his age.

Then again, when I was Carson’s age I had been very attracted to older men. My first experience was with a much older gentlemen, and found myself drawn the them, and them to me as well. In fact, the only real relationship I ever had with a younger man was with Jeff, who was half my age when we met when I was 45.

So I had no delusions about Carson being interested in me like “that”, not that I would mind because Carson was now 18, and I had even been to his birthday and graduation parties to prove it, but I have socks older than Carson. It’s just that being around a lad and watching him grow up, I didn’t feel right about looking at him like I sometimes did.

All my career I had been extremely careful, not wanting to give the slightest impression of impropriety because while I loved children, I did NOT like them in that way. Having been a victim in a way of that sort of thing long ago, I had vowed that would never be something I would do, and that vow was kept.

The sun was out, making Carson’s blonde hair glow even brighter than it usually did, and with the sun coming out Carson saw fit to stop the mower and take off his shirt. I took a deep breath, exhaling upward to cool my face as I looked at my neighbor.

This was a distraction I didn’t need, seeing Carson naked to the waist. Bare chested and wearing only shorts, socks and sneakers on, I realized that I was not going to get much writing done until Carson was done. Not that my novel in progress was all that great, and certainly not as interesting as Carson.

Carson was a long way away from the grubby little kid that used to deliver newspapers. He was about six foot tall, and while he might be carrying a couple of extra pounds on his frame, it looked good on him. Long blonde hair that bounced as he moved, and aquamarine eyes that must have melted hearts of both genders during his high school days didn’t hurt either.

I couldn’t have him running around out there like that with the sun out, so I got my bottle of sunscreen and stepped outside, motioning for Carson to stop mowing.

“Morning Mr. Brady,” Carson chirped as he walked toward me. “Thought I’d give your lawn a trim. Didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, Carson. I get up with the sun, but I don’t want you out here in the sun without protection,” I said as I handed him the lotion.

“You’re as bad as my Mom,” Carson said as he reluctantly took the tube from me.

“You’ll thank us both someday,” I said while fighting a losing battle trying not to look at Carson oiling his chest.

Carson had the slightest swells of man boobs, muscle not fat these days, and as he greased up I noticed that Carson had sprouted a couple of little blonde hairs around his plump nipples, the only foliage on an otherwise smooth chest, and I cursed myself for being so aware of his body.

The tiny trail of golden hairs that started under his navel and disappeared at the top of his shorts, that was new too, I noted before forcing myself to look over at the bird feeder before I was caught leering, and I could only hope that Carson didn’t have extra-sensory perception.

“Mr. Brady?” Carson said, forcing me to look back at him. “Could you um – do my back?”

Those eyes, so innocent looking as he held out the tube of lotion with his right hand while reaching back behind his head to demonstrate how he couldn’t reach.

“Sure,” I said as I took the tube from Carson, trying not to look at the nicely defined muscles in his upraised arm or the delightful spray of hair that filled the hollow of his exposed armpit, hair so blond that you could hardly see it there.

Jeff used to love it when I would nibble under his arms, and I wondered whether Carson had experienced that yet. Did that cute Asian guy I had seen Carson with a few months ago explore those sweet scented hollows? Had they been lovers?

As I walked behind Carson and squeezed some lotion into my hand, Carson raised both hands to lift his locks off of his neck, and that didn’t make this easier because now I got to see his nicely muscled shoulders in all their glory. Not overly so, but well defined and hard to the touch as I worked the lotion into them.

My hands went downward, over his back which bore only the faintest evidence of a bout of acne in his early teens that had nearly vanished, and as I went down to his shorts I was glad that I was done, because despite my age I can still get aroused and the evidence of that was obvious in the front of my slacks.

“There you go Carson,” I said, trying to hide the tent in my pants as I walked around to the door. “If you want a drink or something, just come in and help yourself.”

Stepping inside, I shook my head and went to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

“Good grief man,” I said to myself, shaking my head in disgust as I went to the toilet and tried to pry my erection out of my pants so I could take a leak, but that wasn’t going to work in this condition.

Somehow I found myself over at the window, looking out to the back yard at Carson, and as I looked through the curtains at Carson hard at work, his body glistening with the lotion I had just applied, my hands went to my belt, and when that came loose my trousers fell to the tile and I became an adolescent again in my mind.

My hard, still slick with sunscreen, glided effortlessly up and down the length of my manhood without shame. My embarrassment would come later, when I would clean the mess I would make, but now my thoughts were elsewhere, focused in the backyard.

I had done this once before, masturbating like a teenager while undressing Carson with my eyes, and just like last time, when I came, the force of my orgasm made my head spin as I sent a ridiculous amount of semen into the washcloth I was holding to catch what I could.

Squeezing out the last few drops of cum, I milked my deflating member dry before going to the sink and cleaning it better, taking a perverse pleasure in noting that despite more than 62 years of hanging around between my legs, it still worked pretty well.

The real guilt came when I looked out at Carson when I went back to the kitchen, and more so when we exchanged some words before he went home. Poor young fellow, I thought to myself. If you only knew what I was thinking.


“I’m heading out west next Thursday,” Carson announced after he finished the lawn, apparently for the final time ever, and it was probably a good thing because I hadn’t been able to get going on my long-gestating novel with young Carson around mowing and gardening three times a week.

Sometimes I got the feeling that he was teasing me, and while that was absurd on the face of it, at the very least he was doing his best to make me as aroused as a 62 year old man could be.

The last time Carson had been over, I casually asked whatever happened to that nice Asian lad I used to see him with, and when I saw his reaction I could tell that my suspicions had been correct.

“Ken?” Carson replied, his usual broad smile shrinking as he spoke. “We had – a falling out.”

“I’m sorry. That happens,” I responded, and it was easy to see that they had been more than friends.

All I could think of was that Ken certainly missed out on a good thing, and could only wish that I could become 40 years younger. Now Carson telling me he was about to be going to college meant that my first fall of being retired would find me doing my own lawn work.

Just as well, I mused. Now I can work uninterrupted on my novel, I declared to myself. No more gazing out the window at my young neighbor and dreaming about what would never be.

“I knew the day would be coming soon,” I said as I poured Carson a glass of lemonade before handing him an envelope along with the money I owed him for his work.

“What’s this?” Carson asked as he looked at the envelope.

“Call it a bonus for all your work this summer and last,” I explained as he opened it up, and when he saw the number of bills and the denominations his face showed the shock.

“I can’t take this,” Carson said.

“You earned it,” I said, pushing it back across the table at him. “I’m sure you can use it for books and things, and besides, you don’t want to make an old retired geezer mad now, do you? Please – take it with my thanks.”

“You’re not old,” Carson said, opening the envelope up, and while it was probably a lot of money for an 18 year old, in reality it was nothing more than a way for me to thank him for not only his efforts but for him making my days brighter with his presence.

“Thank you,” Carson said, rising up, and I thought he was going to shake my hand but instead came all the way around and knelt down next to my chair and gave me a hug, and after whispering another thank you I felt him kiss me on the cheek.

“Sorry,” Carson blushed. “I’m all sweaty.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him while wanting to tell him that he could sweat on me for the rest of the summer if he wanted.

“Don’t know how to thank you,” Carson said after folding the envelope and putting it in his pocket.

“Want to thank me?” I responded with a smile. “Tell me you know somebody who can do the job you’ve done the last couple of years on the lawn. They don’t have to come as often as you did, just enough so I don’t have to it.”

“Guess I was a pain in the butt, huh Mr. Brady?” Carson suggested, and after I assured him that he was anything but, he continued. “Don’t have all that many friends, and I liked coming over to see you. The lawn work just gave me an excuse.”

“You didn’t need an excuse,” I told him. “Especially these days, I enjoyed your company a great deal.”

“I have to tell you something,” Carson said, his cheerful expression fading. “Something I did a while back to you that I felt really guilty about.”

“I can’t imagine what that would be.”

“Back when Mr. Shaffer…”

“Jeff,” I corrected with a smile. “Paul would always hate it when people would call him mister. Said it made him feel old.”

“Okay. Back when Jeff was here, I guess somehow I found out that your guys were – you know – gay. Up until then I thought that it was something to be ashamed of, but you guys were so normal and all that it seemed right.”

“Don’t know how normal we were, but we tried to be good citizens and neighbors,” I said.

“Everybody looked up to you, even my folks. Sometimes they can be a bit much but they always said how your were a nice couple and a lot more normal and honest that most other people around here were.”

“That’s nice to hear. Your folks are good people.”

“Well, it was more important to me, because I didn’t understand what being gay was. I thought it was something to be ashamed of. I didn’t know any gay guys in school back then, so I thought I was – you know – weird because while everybody else was chasing girls, I didn’t have any interest in that. I wanted to live like you two.”

“If it’s any consolation, I had a feeling you were gay, or at least you had leanings that way,” I said. “So if that’s what you’re trying to say, it’s nothing to feel guilty about, and if we had any part in you feeling good about yourself, I’m delighted and I know if he were here Jeff would be as well.”

“But I didn’t know anything, and I wanted to know things,” Carson said. “Sometimes I would come over at night and look in your bedroom window. I’m sorry. I only did it a few times, but it was wrong and I also felt horrible about it.”

“It’s over and done with,” I said, and while it was a bit disconcerting to think someone was watching, I understood.

“Usually it was just you two walking around, being a couple just like my folks. I never really saw anything except this one time,” Carson admitted. “The last time, and it was beautiful. I had no idea men could be so beautiful.”

“Oh!” I replied. “Well, Jeff was a very handsome man.”

“I didn’t mean him. Not just him at least. I loved looking at both of you, and would have given anything to have been him that night.”

I had the feeling that Carson must have practiced the speech for a while beforehand, but while the delivery may have been a bit stilted, the words and emotion was real.

“After that, I used to try to get you to notice me,” Carson said. “I was hoping that you would fall in love with me, and right after Jeff died, I really tried harder to get you to notice me. I wanted to hold you and tell you how much I cared about you.”

I felt my eyes welling up, and had to bite my lip as Carson poured his heart out about his frustration in being a teenager, and even though it had been nearly 5 decades for me I recalled the raging urges and emotions and the struggles with coming to terms with your sexuality.

“I finally figured out that I was in love with you,” Carson said as he watched for my reaction.

“I also knew that you weren’t ever going to love me, and certainly were not interested in a kid my age, so I told myself to wait until I turned 18, even though I knew in my heart that you weren’t going to have any one night stand with anybody. I’ve been watching, not sure whether I wanted someone to start showing up at your place or not. I wanted you to be happy, but a part of me – this is stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” I assured Carson as I reached across the table and put my hand on his. “I’m so flattered that I can’t describe it.”

“You know at my birthday party, when my Mom made me blow out the candles and make a wish?” Carson asked, and I nodded. “My wish was that you would take me home with you that night and do to me what you did to Jeff that night. It’s been the one recurring fantasy I’ve had.”

“You didn’t, of course. Those birthday wishes never come true,” Carson lamented with a smile. “I never got the dirt bike I wished for a few years back either.”

“Anyway, I wanted to apologize, even though I guess you didn’t know I was a Pepping Tom. I want to say I’m sorry I did it, but I’m not,” Carson concluded. “I am sorry for violating your privacy though. Yours and Jeff’s, but you were so beautiful together. Just wanted you to know.”

“Apology accepted,” I said. “Like I said, I’m flattered. I don’t know what night this was, but we had many nights that I thought were magical, and it’s nice to know that it might not just have been that way in my mind.”

“It was a Friday night,” Carson said. “It was cloudy, and I had been hanging out on our porch when I saw your living room light go out. I ran across the street and looked in your bedroom window. The curtains had a little opening and when the breeze would come up they would flutter a little because the window was open a bit.”

“I could see you going around the room lighting candles,” Carson continued. “You had this silky looking robe on, it made you look like a prince or something. As you moved the robe swung open and when I saw you – your penis – I was stunned. Back then I didn’t really have much experience and I didn’t realize a man could be so large, and the way it swayed from side to side was so erotic.”

“Then Jeff came into the room behind you and kissed your neck. Maybe he said something funny because you laughed, and then he slipped the robe off your shoulders and reached around and took your penis in his hand. He just kept nuzzling into your neck while he stroked you.”

I took a sip of lemonade, shifting awkwardly in my seat to mask the fact that Carson’s storytelling was making me very aroused. All the memories of Jeff came rushing back and I was becoming overcome with a flood of emotions of many kinds.

“Your penis kept getting bigger as he kept stroking, and I was jerking off while I watched. By the time you were erect I was cumming all over the side of your house, and then you two went down onto the bed and went down on each other. It was so beautiful the way you rolled around on the bed while making love to each other, and then when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did.”

“I was so ignorant back then, so when you had Jeff kneeling in front of you, I didn’t understand at first,” Carson continued. “I remembering cringing when I figured out what you were going to do to him, but then I saw how much he was enjoying it, and how happy you both looked while you made love… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“You didn’t, Carson,” I explained. “These aren’t tears of sadness. You’re bringing back very pleasant memories.”

“Well, I stayed at the window all the while you made love, Even masturbated again after you were done and were holding each other,” Carson said as he blushed. “Wishing I was Jeff.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I managed after a moment of silence. “You certainly…”

“I was hoping you would say that you find me attractive,” Carson said in a shaky voice. “I was hoping one day you would say that you wanted to take me inside and make my fantasy come true.”

“Carson,” I said. “You’re very attractive but…”

“But,” Carson said. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. At least I tried. Kinda dumb to think that a man like you would be interested in a kid who jacks off outside his window but at least know you know how I feel.”

“Don’t go,” I said as Carson started to rise, putting my hand on his to stop him. “You don’t understand.”


“You did?” Carson said incredulously after I told him about what I had done while watching him in the yard.

“So you aren’t alone in being a little strange at times,” I said after confessing my little secret. “I may be over-the-hill but I’m not too old to be aroused being around a gorgeous young man like you. I guess the problem is that I still see you as a child, when in fact you’re no longer a child. You’re a man in every sense of the word.”

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9 thoughts on “Gay Boy Needs A Daddy

  1. Rob says:

    A great story keep clean, honest, and loving! It another vote for humanity. I can only dream that there many more alike! Somewhere.

  2. Larry says:

    Wonderful story. I also lost the love of my life suddenly after 20 wonderful years when he was 39 yo and I was 47 years yo. I am now 72. I cried when reading this remembering what I lost but grateful for what we had.

  3. Gene says:

    At 83, in shape, active man, I look back on the cheats, and prolific liars I got involved with starting at age 18, and read this lovely story with amazement, and envy.

  4. Rick H. says:

    It’s good to be reminded that some young gays are very mature for their age. I was so naive. My family was so very religious that I was always scared to death. Young people today are fortunate that old ideas are changing. This was a moving story. Loved it!

  5. Justjackinit says:

    To this 71 yr old cocksuker “please teach me how to suk cock” was very similar to what I asked my Scoutmaster

  6. Tom S says:

    A sweet, poignant story. Being 70 myself, I relate to so many details. “Paying it forward…” is the right and beautiful thing to do.

    Too bad the posted “… Daddy… ” title doesn’t do justice to the nature of the story.

    • Stephen Rogers says:

      It was a very nice story how a old man like me at age 60 would love to do to teach a young man about male sex is something special I know they be friends for ever

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