Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:55:24 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden -3.txt The Garden -- Adult Entertainment by Anthony D Thomas Usual disclaimers apply. The following contains male-to-male sex and is written for entertainment rather than enlightenment. If you are under age, such reading is illegal in your country, or just here to satisfy some prurient desire before complaining -- then go elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy. Comments and suggestions please to antomuk@hotmail.com Contents at some time will include: Watersports, mild S&M, group and audience. Chapter Three A couple of days later a cheque arrived in the post from the client to settle the previous months account. There was also another envelope included and I opened it to find five 10 pound notes and a message. 'Just a little bonus for the floor show. Please make sure to come next week as per norm. To set your mind at rest I don't need to touch you- just watch. Alone would be nice' I just didn't know what to do. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. So that wasn't a draught in the house flickering the blinds. I had trouble keeping my mind on my work that day, luckily it was just a couple of calls for grass cutting and edging. Even so, some of the edging wasn't quite up to my usual standards. When Jack got back to the yard that night I talked it over with him, I really didn't know what to do. 'He's probably just a dirty old man who cant get it up any more,' was his first response. 'No,' I replied. It had slipped my mind that Jack had never met the client. 'He's about mid thirty, some ten years older than us. Not really bad looking really. Decent body from what I've seen, cropped hair but not as short as mine, suits him though.' 'Oh! Sounds as if you fancy him.' was Jack's response. 'No. Not my type at all. And he says he only wants to watch anyway but you know I never mix businesses with play.' 'Well what have we been doing the past couple of weeks then.' 'That's different,' I replied. 'I really don't want to loose the contract. I suppose I'll just have to go and see what happens. After all after the show we must have put on for him there can't be much he hasn't seen. At least he wants me to call as usual and after this note he couldn't cause trouble if I just walk out' 'I can't come with you next week anyway,' Jack said as he read the note again. There's that new contract you took on. I've booked the others for that day so we can get on top of it if you'd bothered to check the diary.' Checking diary's had been the last thing on my mind that day. The others consisted of one full time and a couple of part time lads. I knew Cal was gay having seen him a few times in the club though we'd never had more than a fumble and never mentioned it at work. I had my suspicions about the two part timers as well but that was another story. The upshot of all this found me the following week hesitantly parked outside the gate to my favourite garden. I had my usual old rugby shorts on with a jock to which for some reason I'd added a sleeveless T-shirt. I don't know why but it made me feel more fully dressed. I was trying to tell myself not to be stupid, to go in and get it over with, one way or another. I realised I was embarrassed. That was stupid. That wasn't the first time I'd been part of a show. I just had to get it over with. Either I'd still have a contract or I wouldn't. It seemed he liked what he' seen. I knew he wasn't the only customer who took sly glances at my body anyway, he was just more forward about it. Finally I took a couple of sniffs from the poppers I'd had the forethought to bring with me that morning and soon after 2.00pm I put my key into the door and opened it to a new scene. The garden was the same, just as expected, not really needing another call so soon but the client liked it kept neat. Today the blinds and sliding doors were both open but that was more the norm anyway. He was more often in than out, sitting at his desk in front of the window. I'd never given it much thought before, you couldn't see through the blinds into the shade unless right up close anyway. It all looked so familiar -- but different. I walked slowly, very slowly, towards the doors. Standing apprehensively just outside, he called out, 'It's OK. Come in please.' I stepped just inside the shady room. 'Come right in. Don't worry, whatever happens you've still got the contract for my garden if you want it. I wouldn't like to loose your company. It is your company isn't it? I just wondered after the lovely show you put on the last couple of weeks.' 'Yes,' I replied, 'Jacks got a very small share in it. Its just when we play the situation changes.' 'Well. I'd like very much for you to continue as before but I'd like it even more if the view from this window could be as interesting for me as the last couple of weeks. Have a look on that tray beside you and tell me if you think the contents could be of use.' I looked down on the side table by my legs. There was a white envelope, some KY, a butt plug, a dildo, cock and balls straps and a couple of weights. A large bottle of fizzy orange and also to my surprise a bottle of poppers. 'Open the envelope and read the note,'he said. I opened it to find another sheath of five ten pound notes and a sheet of paper. It read, ' I don't want to touch you or anything, just to watch. I've always enjoyed watching you out there. The enclosed bonus is for you anyway. If you feel inclined to oblige me then please make appropriate use of the items on this tray as you attend to my garden.. I could hear your conversation last week and hope I'm correct in feeling you may oblige me. If not then please continue as before and I won't mention it again. I won't discuss these arrangements with you again except maybe the odd suggestion, just put a note out like this for you to accept or otherwise as you wish. By the way I am not concerned as to how dirty you get.' Well you couldn't get more straight forward than that. For a few moments I really didn't know how to react. I was shocked, at first,to tell the truth. Then I realised that my cock had no such problems. It definitely knew how to react, in fact painfully so against my shorts. So I decide to hell with it. The cash bonus was nice but I think I'd probably have obliged him anyway. I picked up the tray without a word and returned to the garden, placing in on the wall of a raised flower bed. How was I going to pull this off. I wanted to give him a good show, or rather my cock did and as usual my brain followed my cock when it it got in this state. He wanted more than just me doing his garden in the nude, that much was obvious from the contents of the tray. As I stood up I took a sly glance at his window. As I'd half expected the room was in full shadow and I couldn't see him through the open blinds. But he could see me, almost where ever I went and whatever I did. 'Well stupid,' I said to myself, 'Start somewhere.' That part was easy. I pulled my T over my head without a pause. Then turning my back on him I used the opportunity to take a quick sniff of poppers before undoing the fastenings on my shorts and allowing them to fall to the ground, giving him a good view of my arse when bending down to collect them. Turning round to face the window I thought, 'Why not?' and removed my jock finally allowing my cock the freedom it was dying for. Another sniff of poppers cancelled out some more inhibitions. Jack had always said he could turn me into a real slut if he fed me enough poppers and as mentioned before he really did know what strings to pull when we played. Well the chances were I could do anything I felt like, after all Jack and I hadn't left much out last week. I decided to try and ignore the client, just attend to the garden but have fun on my own at the same time. Crouching down slowly,sideways on to the window I greased the butt plug and shoved it slowly up my arse. It had a thin strap attached that I realised followed round to fasten just across my cock. Then I stood up, picked up the cock and ball strap and fitted it round my equipment. It made my balls dangle and my cock stand proud even more. Then I thought I should get on with my work anyway, but bearing in mind what he'd said earlier decided to water the beds before weeding and trimming them. Collecting a hose from the shed I got on with the watering, then followed up with my normal weeding and trimming. The difference being I was doing it in reverse order than normal, water first so my hands got really dirty from the wet soil, and was also stark naked with a plug up my arse and straps round my cock and balls. Also, each time my hands got dirty in the wet soil instead of brushing them against each other I wiped them over my body. Looking down at myself some time later when nearly finished, I was really streaked with mud from ankles to chest, probably face as well by the feel of things. Putting my tools away, just leaving the hose out and connected I made use of the poppers again before walking back toward the window, stopping around ten foot away, just short of the patio so still on the flags. I had a full bladder by now and was hoping he liked that as well.. I did and working round the garden all this time dressed, or rather undressed, as I was, had by now relaxed my cock somewhat, whilst working the other way on my brain. Yes. I was randy. At least I was more comfortable with my situation. Opening my legs wide I attached the first weight to my balls letting him see my grimace as I allowed it to drop slightly. My body really wanted more now than I'd be able to supply on my own but I decided to go with it. Attacking the poppers again I turned and walked round the garden again as if inspecting my work, all the time keeping my legs slightly apart so the weight swung back and forth as I moved. Returning to the same place I lay on my back, the warm flagstones actually drawing some of the heat from my body. The sun had been hotter than I'd realised and I lay there cooling slightly willing my cock to go right down. Just as I thought I'd have to remove the straps and butt plug I felt it give, there really was some pressure built up. Reaching down I used two fingers to grab it just as the piss started to stream. The volume was more than I'd realised and there was no problem aiming the stream up to my face before the pressure died and finished soaking my chest and stomach. Using my hands to wipe myself all over I remained where I was and lifting and parting my legs reached down to remove the butt plug, replacing it with the dildo. Another blast of poppers and I was really getting into the scene. Keeping my arse toward the window I fucked myself with the dildo, using my other hand to nip and twist my nipples. I couldn't hold out much longer. Standing up I replaced the dildo with the butt plug making sure my face was toward the window so he could see it clench as the plug went in, then attached the second weight to the ball strap. I needed poppers after that. I stood for a few moments, legs wide apart, then using my hands to wipe mud and piss all over my face and body started to flex my body so the weights were swinging back and forth. He should have no problem in noticing the strain they were under. My cock was now throbbing, wanting release. I reached down for the dildo, shoving it in my mouth, gripping it with my teeth, then went to work on both slippery nipples. Reaching down with one hand to my cock I noticed the mud had caused it to dry out somewhat in the sunshine. I spit the dildo from my mouth and gathering a mouth full of spit bent my head and allowed it to dribble onto my cock and balls. That was better. Keeping the weights swinging I stated to wank myself, harder and harder, gathering spit and allowing to drop over my chest using the other hand now to rub it in. I was on fire now. I didn't care if he was watching. That's a lie. I did care. I wanted him to watch. To enjoy seeing my body, I was quite proud of my body. Swing those weights, work those nipples, wank that cock. I wanted him to see my body in pain, covered in mud and piss and spit. Wanted him to enjoy it. To leave the orders for me to obey. To see me while I couldn't see him. God! I shot. Only just managed to get my other hand down in time to catch it, quickly wiping over my face and mouth before down to catch the next lot. Allowing the weights to swing to a stop I kept on shooting. Shot after shot. This was one of the best. I loved it. And all by myself. I really could be a slut at times. Using the hose for a quick rinse down of self and toys and flagstones I used my T for a quick dry and replaced my jock, shorts and trainers. As I placed the tray with the clients items just outside his window came his voice, 'Please come alone next week please.' Did I want to do this again? Could I? I thought the answer was yes.