Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2017 12:33:40 +0000
From: bruno <jds.1980@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Young Gardener Chapter 3

THE YOUNG GARDENER

Chapter 3

I woke up early the next day. I'd been out with friends the night before,
college buddies from twenty years before.  We met every three months or so
and, as ever, it was a lively occasion but at the back of my mind
throughout was Jack.  Jack naked in my bathrobe. Jack ejaculating under my
table and then onto it. Jack's butt. Jack's cock, rigid with sexual
tension.  Jack aroused.

I got out of bed and headed for the shower. What, I wondered, was going on
inside his head? Each time, he had invited me to touch him.  Then he had
come, and then he had gone. All without saying a word. I dressed and went
downstairs.

I spent the first part of the morning listlessly catching up with work,
then drove to the supermarket to stock up.  On my return, I saw a figure
walking down from the top of my garden. Jack! I got out of the car.

`Hey, Jack! What are you doing here? It's Sunday.'

`I know.' He was wearing double denim again, his shirt hanging out. `I
wanted to see how the fire was going.'

`Oh, right. It's still alight?'

`Yeah. I put some more leaves on.' He looked at me, more tensely than
normal. `Want a hand with that shopping?'

`Sure.'

He leant into the back of the car to pull out two bags. His ass pressed
against the seat of his jeans, filling them out.  There was nothing skinny
about his butt. I wanted to squeeze it.

We carried the shopping into the kitchen and piled it onto the
side. `Thanks,' I said. `You off home now?'

We walked to the front door. Then he stopped and leant back against the
wall, looking at me intently.  His hands reached for his jeans. He undid
the waist button and slowly pulled down the zip. The trousers stayed up.
He stood there, waiting, saying nothing.

I stroked his denim shirt, feeling his chest underneath, and then undid the
top button. He looked me in the eye, as if willing me to go further. I
undid the remaining buttons and slowly pulled his shirt open to reveal his
torso.  I stroked it with the back of my hand, feeling his abs. I squeezed
his nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, not enough to hurt but
with the aim of arousing him. He closed his eyes, his mouth hung open.

My hands ran up his back, I wanted to kiss him. And maybe he wanted that
too, I couldn't tell.  But instead I felt his sides, the skinniness of his
ribcage, and my hands slid down until they reached his hips.  Of course,
his trousers were loose and my palms slipped inside. He hadn't bothered
with any shorts.  I embraced his buttocks, squeezing each one gently,
testing its firmness, its fullness.  My fingers pulled them slightly apart
and then I kissed his neck, my lips just brushing his skin. His eyes
remained shut.

I stayed holding him for – I don't know how long. It felt an
age. Neither of us moved.  Then I let go of his cheeks and gradually moved
to his front. Before I reached it, I felt the heat of his crotch.  The back
of my hand stroked against his balls and brushed against his raging cock,
trapped inside his trousers.  I sunk to my knees, my face right in front of
him, and peeled off his jeans.  His cock sprung up at an angle of
forty-five degrees, the foreskin not yet fully pulled back.  I had been
right, it was five inches long. And his balls did hang low. Really low.  I
cupped his ball sac, feeling the smooth slack skin. Then I looked at his
bush.  It was more extensive than I realised, and thicker. I put my palm
round the base of his shaft and pressed it against the curly black hairs. I
glanced up. Jack had opened his eyes and was looking down at me.  Still he
said nothing.

I stared him in the eye and took his cock in my hand. I squeezed the
muscle, and pulled his foreskin all the way down before stroking his knob
with my thumb. Still looking up, I guided it towards my mouth and licked
it. It tasted salty.  Jack's eyes flickered.  Gradually, I took all of his
cock in my mouth, breathing round it before closing my lips.  My tongue
rolled round his five inches. I pulled his butt towards me, pressing my
face into his bush.  I wanted to feel him at the back of my throat. Then,
slowly, I withdrew until my lips were tight round his mushroom.  I licked
round the ridge and now it was my eyes that were shut. I pulled his ass
towards me again in a rocking motion
 so that his cock went in and out of my mouth. Jack got the idea and soon
was swinging his hips, feeding me his cock.  I tasted it feverishly. I
stroked his balls and swore I heard a moan of appreciation. He took my head
in his hands and started pushing it towards his cock, the rocking motion
coming from me now, not him. I grasped his thick thighs, feeling their
muscles, holding on to them as Jack quickened the movement. Soon he was
fully face-fucking me, his young cock owning my mouth. He slowed down but I
pulled him hard towards me, prompting him to speed up.  He started moaning,
his voice getting increasingly high, and then it happened.  He buried his
shaft in my face as he came, his sperm bursting into my mouth. This was the
first time I had tasted it fresh and I savoured the sweetness of his
gorgeous honey, playing with the balls that had made it.

Jack collapsed into a nearby chair, his jeans round his ankles, his shirt
wide open, his cock surrounded by that mound of black hair. He looked up at
me and smiled cutely.  `Wow,' he said. `That was hot.'

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