Chapter 1

“Thanks, Mr. Ryan. See you in two weeks.”

Pocketing the money John Ryan gave him, Ethan walked back home. He didn’t have far to go, living right next door. John watched him as he left and disappeared behind the hedge separating the two properties. He had come to mow the lawn in John’s backyard, and John had watched him while he worked. Maybe spied would be a better choice of words, because as usual John had made sure Ethan hadn’t noticed him looking.

Ethan was growing into a very handsome young man, as John had noticed ever since he started coming over regularly to mow his lawn. This was the second summer Ethan was working for him and by now he was 16 years old. Despite his athletic build, he still belonged squarely in the twink category. While his brown hair had still been at shoulder-length last year, he had now cut it short. It gave him a handsome clean-cut look that was quite appealing. When he smiled, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle with an inner light that John found irresistible. His face didn’t show any sign of facial hair, though John suspected that he needed to shave at least above his upper lip to remain this smooth.

About halfway through the job, Ethan had paused to take his t-shirt off. John had been watching, waiting for this moment he knew would come as it had become a habit. He didn’t just love the view of his lean, smooth upper body, it was also the way Ethan stretched while he pulled the t-shirt over his head. After that, the visual pleasure didn’t stop, with Ethan moving the mower back and forth over the lawn, his upper body shining in the summer heat.

He knew he shouldn’t be lusting after a 16 year old boy. But John couldn’t help the desire that coursed through him whenever the younger man arrived punctually every two weeks to serve as eye candy for his neighbor. Or to mow his lawn, as Ethan would think. As usual it didn’t take long for John to whip out his cock and start jerking off after he had left. He had a fantasy where Ethan would be overcome by his teenage hormones while working in his backyard. Thinking no one could see him, he’d lower his shorts, a big hot cock jutting out. He would stroke himself until he noticed John watching him. Finding he liked being watched in this private moment, Ethan would come closer to the window, their eyes locked, as he shot ropes of cum against the glass.

Of course, John knew this was all in his imagination, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy fantasizing. He had a strong voyeuristic streak in him, that was very hard to satisfy in reality. Conjuring up the mental image of Ethan jerking his cock, he suddenly had an idea. He might not be able to get visual material of Ethan, but he could try putting a fantasy about her in writing. John was an avid reader of erotic stories online, and knew from experience that a well described sex scene could have the same effect on him as a porn video. Gone was the desire to quickly rub one out. Opening a new document in his computer, John began channeling his sexual energy into creating a sensual story about his neighbors’ son.

Soon it turned out that fantasizing and writing are two completely different things as he quickly got stuck, discovering that writing an engaging story was a lot harder than it seemed. He could skip to the juicy part and just write down the sexual scene in his mind, but he knew that wouldn’t satisfy him. Then it hit him. With all the fuss about students having AI write their school papers, why wouldn’t he follow their example? Since he wasn’t trying to get a grade or money out of his writing, there was no ethical dilemma for him.

A short search on Google led him to ChatGPT. It didn’t take much longer, though, to find out that ChatGPT refused commands of a sexual nature. Frustrated, John almost gave up on his idea. Then he thought of all the possibilities to create deepnudes. If there’s an AI readily available to create sexual pictures, there just had to be one for writing erotic stories as well. It turned out that thinking of the possibility almost took longer than actually finding what he needed.

Soon enough he was experimenting with how he could work best with the AI. He didn’t finish his story that day, however. halfway through, he had himself worked up so much that he just had to finish the masturbation session he had started earlier. Only the next day his story got finished, with a new fresh cumload as a byproduct.

Two weeks later, Ethan arrived to mow his lawn once again. Punctual as ever, he rang John’s doorbell at 10 in the morning. It was more a courtesy than a necessity, as Ethan just walked around the house to the backyard after they had exchanged their greetings.

John noticed that Ethan was wearing exactly the same outfit as last time. Normally he wouldn’t have remembered clothes from two weeks ago, except this time he had included a description of them in his story. He just chalked it up to coincidence - but an amused grin spread on his face regardless. Unfortunately, it was unlikely he’d get to see Ethan take off his t-shirt that day. It was a nice day, but nothing like the simmering heat of two weeks ago. John had watched Ethan enough to know his habits.