It was the middle of summer, and the day was cold but warm like a microwave pasta meal.
Birds tweeting in distance and the laughs of children filled the air as Phil finished mowing. He wiped his brow taking away the sweat that was building up and dripping off him like a water fountain. He was staring, sexually like a predator looking forward to his prey and ready to pounce the boy next door, it had been a few weeks since summer break had started, but he had seen the boy mowing lawns each day, each day getting hotter. So much so that the boy had to take his shirt off, and oh how that done things to Phil.
Day by day, he would look longingly at the boy, who had sweat running down his chest. The boy always wore pastel and seemed so cute and innocent but this was another side of him. He looked hot and it was not just the sun.
All Phil could think about was his chocolatey locks and amber eyes. How the baby blues and pretty pinks complimented his figure and his ripped jeans, showing just enough skin. Or how his studded ear glistened in the sun, sometimes he would wear a flower crown or some dungarees. He just looked adorable. His smooth, Ivory skin dusted with a lithe tan Phil could only imagine how beautiful it would look if his chest was covered in little marks that expressed the love and pleasure the other would bring , he didn't even know the boys name but yet he had fallen so far.
The wholesome boy in question, had just finished mowing his last lawn of the day, which Phil sighed at. He knew he shouldn't be upset, but it meant another day without seeing the boy. He didn't know his name, but it made him feel so empty, the boy who made him weak at the knees was walking towards him.
Oh fuck
He walked over and Phil didn't know how but Phil was sweating profusely "u-um hi" the boy squeaked out " u-um I'm [D-Dan]" Phil blushed at the boy, trying with every might to find his voice. "I'm Phil" it came out, barely over a whisper "What can I help you with?" Dan blushed and he answered a bit more confident "Hi phil, I love your style punk I see." Phil giggled, "Yeah, you're style is pretty cute too, might I add" Dan blushed a bright crimson, which was the cutest thing Phil had saw that day. My lord this boy done things to him and he didn't think it would be a problem. Thank god Phil was wearing a longer t-shirt today. For Dan it was a bit more of a problem. Those skinny blue jeans don't only make your ass look big. Phil chose not to mention because he didn't want to be rude but all he wanted was to rip the boy to shreds and fuck him then and there. The hungry look in his eye went unnoticed by Dan but, dear lorddddd that boy had an ass it was the shape of a peach and Phil could only imagine what it would look like between his fingers. Phil, keep your mind out the gutter he is so innocent, so pure, so, so, fuckable... Phil could imagine the little whoreish moans that would come out the pastel boy are things you would hear in a porn movie, his mind overrun with all of these thoughts. Phil had to sort out my little problem, as soon as possible.
Phil briefly said goodbye to the beautiful man and sprinted home. Locking himself in the bathroom, he ran a cold shower and stripped getting in, he hissed at the contact as water began to spill between his legs giving him the friction that he so, so needed. Phil let out a deep moan that was muffled by the loud patter of the shower. fuck. Phil had to sit down as the pleasure got too much for him, this boy he's only met once had made him unravel so quickly, would be the death of him. Phil lowered his hand to give his dick a lithe stroke. Bad idea, he had to cover his mouth to suppress the low groan that was about to spill. He lowered his hand again, still covering his mouth, and stroked himself continually until he felt a familiar heat pooling in his stomach,he quickened his pace. The continuation of his strokes mixed with the water was just enough to send him over the edge, and soon enough he cums with the shout out Dan's name and the thought of him in his head, he strokes himself through his orgasm and stands up, albeit slowly as his legs felt like jelly.
Phil gets cleaned up, and heads to his bedroom without a second thought as to what he was doing just moments ago. He sighed and put on a band t-shirt and a pair of boxers, he decided to lie down and was soon asleep.
Meanwhile at the Howell residence...
Dan was confused as to why Phil had to leave so soon but in a way he was glad Because his problem was starting to get sore. As soon as dan got home he went straight to his bed room and locked the door. His mum and Dad were on holiday and his brother was at a friends house. He had the house to himself but he still locked the door just in case someone came home early. Dan slowly pulled down his trousers leaving his pastel boxers on. He slowly stared palming at the bulge that needed friction. Slowly he slipped his hand into his boxer and rubbed his member letting out a soft moan. In a flash his pastel boxers where off and he was completely naked softly touching himself, as he thought of Phil and that hot assed body. All he could think of was how good Phils dick would feel inside him. He could bet it was big given the fact that he saw Phil was hard and decided not to mention it, a little hope crossed Dan that he was the one that done that to Phil but he doubts that. Dan continued to stroke his aching member, feeling a heat pooling in his abdomen. He was now whimpering Phil's name over and over, and when he came he let out a loud whine and arched his back off the bed. He sighed and went to get a damp cloth to clean himself up, what the heck just happened? He had only just met Phil, yet just by looking at him he got a boner.
Walking back to his bedroom, he felt himself grow tired. Once he got to his room he pulled on his dinosaur onesie and went to bed. A feeling of satisfaction coursing through his body.
A/n
Hey hope your enjoying the story 😊
It was written by 2 girls so if it seems like two people are writing, well it's true 😂
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