Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2017 14:14:32 +0000 From: bruno Subject: The Young Gardener Chapter 6 THE YOUNG GARDENER Chapter 6 Two years passed and Jack seemed ancient history. There had been other boys working the garden but none with any chemistry. Jack, his mother told me, had joined the Navy. It must have been as soon as age permitted. Late one weekend, I was walking through the town centre. Gangs of youths hung around. People complained it wasn't safe nowadays but I liked watching these young lads acting tough and showing off to their girls. One or two I wouldn't have minded seeing more of, i.e. with their clothes off. There was always a chance... A narrow alley, lit by just one yellow street lamp, provided a shortcut home. As I turned up, I saw a young couple halfway along. The girl was crouching down, clearly sucking the boy off. He stood there nonchalantly, his hands behind his back, his trousers still up but his zipper down. She was pumping him eagerly. He pulled her up and turned her round so she had her back to the wall, then hitched up one of her legs. Next, he was fucking her hard, both of her legs now round his waist. After a minute, there were three slow thrusts. He must have cum inside her. I stepped back into the shadows as the boy walked down the alley towards me. As he passed, his eyes flashed. It was Jack. The following day, there was a knock on the door. `Remember me?' The smile was less cute than it used to be, more confident. It still set my hormones racing. `Sure. Jack. Come on in.' He lounged in a chair where I had more than once sucked him off. He wore white shorts and his legs were wide apart, his thighs thicker and more muscled than when I had last seen him. They were tanned and quite hairy. His biceps bulged out of his T-shirt. He looked round the room. `This place hasn't changed much.' `No,' I replied, embarrassed. He was observing that my life had stayed the same while his had moved on. `Your mum says you've joined the Navy?' `Yeah. Didn't want to get stuck here.' `But you've come back to visit?' `Yeah. To catch up with a few old friends.' `Like that girl last night?' Jack laughed. `I'd never met her but she was coming on to me all night. I was just doing my duty.' `That's what life in the Navy's like?' He laughed again. `Girls do seem attracted to sailors.' He looked directly at me. `Boys too.' I blushed. He put his hands behind his neck, stretching. `Like what you see?' I nodded. My hand reached hesitantly for his thigh. I stroked it lightly, up against the hairs, feeling them bristle under my palm. I wanted this young sailor so much. He stood up to drop his shorts and sat down. I looked at his crotch, open-mouthed. He was still short of his eighteenth birthday but now he had a thick black bush. His balls had filled out and his cock looked thicker than I remembered. He nodded towards it. I got down on my knees and rested my hands on his thighs, licking each of them up and down before I arrived at his cock. Slowly, I took it all the way, my hand reaching up to stroke that lush bush and then his torso to squeeze his nipple. He tasted Jack. I buried my head in him, savouring him, feeling dizzy with arousal. I started sucking his cock up and down, knowing I would be doing a far better job than that girl. He said nothing but his hand pressed gently down on my head. I stroked his balls, caressing each of those plums, my hand reaching under them towards his anus. He jumped up and squatted on the table, his ass in my face, his balls hanging deliciously down. I parted his buns and admired his asshole, pink with hairs around it. My tongue got to work, licking out of it anything that was there, pushing hard into him, my hands squeezing his buttocks. He moaned. I loved pleasuring him. `Come on,' he said, stripping off his shirt, `let's go upstairs'. I followed this naked, handsome, muscled teenager. He looked round my bedroom. `I've never been here,' he said. He directed me to strip and lie on my back on the bed. He sat astride me and, grasping the headboard, leant forward to feed me his cock. I could see the bushy hair under his armpits. His cock went faster and faster as he face-fucked me, his knob hitting the back of my throat. I choked but he didn't seem to care. Neither did I. I grasped his hips. He took his cock out and slapped my face with it, then leant further forward to dangle his balls over me. They were just out of my reach. He dropped down so I could lick and suck them. My fingers played with his anus, teasing the rim. Jack sat back and laughed. He had had an idea. He swung round and rubbed his ass over my face. Over and over again. I loved the rough skin and pulled his crack towards me. He stopped and suddenly I felt his full weight. I waited for him to lift himself off but he didn't. I couldn't speak, or breathe. I slapped him on the thighs in appeal. `Oh yeah,' he said, not moving. `Slap me harder. Harder. Harder, harder!' I beat his thighs until he relented and got off my face. He went back to sitting astride me and smiled. `Your face is red,' he said. He looked round and, spotting some lube, picked it up. He fingered his ass. Shit, Jack was going to let me fuck him. My fantasy was about to come true. `Put some on your dick,' he instructed, handing me the lube. I did as I was told. He levered himself onto me, his eyes looking across the room as he concentrated, his mouth hanging open. I was in, my dick was inside Jack's ass. His passage felt warm and smooth, not tight. He rocked up and down on my cock, his eyes tightly closed, and I could see that this was all for his pleasure, not mine. He stopped and leant forward to kiss me fiercely, his tongue feeling roughly inside my mouth. `Right,' he said, `it's your turn.' `What?' `I'm going to fuck you.' `I'm a top, I never bottom.' `If you fuck me,' said Jack, `then I'm going to fuck you back.' I'm by no means weak but I was no match for this muscled teenager. I was lying on my back, defenceless. He pulled up my legs and studied my ass impassively. I felt him position his knob against my hole. If I had to be fucked by anyone, I supposed it might as well be Jack. He rammed his cock into me without any warning. All the way in. `Shit, Jack!' I called out, `Go easy!' He didn't pay any attention. He rammed it in again. Again. I cried out, in pain – `Please, Jack, please!' but he didn't listen. His strokes became faster and faster, his penis hard as steel. He was pushing so hard, it was as if he wanted to split me open. I grasped his buttocks, scratching them with my fingernails before I realised that would only turn him on more. Young Jack, sweet Jack with whom I had almost fallen in love two years before, was fucking the shit out of me. His arms pressed down on my chest. Then, just as suddenly as he had started, he pulled out. He wanked his cock like mad. His cum shot over my body and landed on my face. Five or six thick white strands. `Fuck,' he said, sitting up, breathless. `In ten minutes, we'll do that again.' And, after a moment's confusion, I realised he meant it. Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Everything I write is totally fictional