Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 15:47:57 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden - One 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 Please note this is a little different to my previous efforts to entertain you but stay with it. I promise there will be sex, including Watersports, S&M, Group, Interracial and Audience. But it may take a little while to get there at times. Chapter One Mid summer and the garden looked glorious if I said so myself. It matched the weather to a T, everywhere blooms, trailing creepers, overhanging branches in just the right places for shade where required. Even the framework over the patio looked just right now, as I'd insisted, with variegated creepers covering the posts rather than rose that still allowed the sunshine through in dappled shades. This was still one of my favourite jobs. When I considered its condition when taking over 3 years ago it hardly seemed possible this was the same place. Then it had been so overgrown you could hardly see the high walls surrounding it with the trees and shrubs that had not been touched for years. It was impossible for anything to grow beneath the overhangs and the ground was covered in years of dropped leaves and dead or dying plants. Anyone could be proud of it now, and I was proud. One of my best jobs. The client was happy with it and recommended me elsewhere which had helped to build up my garden business. I was happy with it and always felt my heart lift when I unlocked the back gate and walked in, even in the winter. The high walls made the garden fully secluded, not overlooked from anywhere but I never felt it cramped, there was a feeling of freedom somehow and that was what had caused the situation I was openly walking into. It was the extras the client had come to require that always tended to give me second thoughts. OK, I could be a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoyed sex. Somehow I was always randy which I put down to being out in the open most of the time, the physical work and my inclination to wear as minimal clothing as the weather would allow. Even so, over the past year he'd seemed to require a little more each time and today he'd suggested I bring a third helper, coloured if possible. Whilst I'd had no trouble in pulling Cal, who I knew was of a like mind to Jack and I, of another job for the day , I was still somewhat apprehensive as to my clients intentions for the day. Ah well! The tax free envelope he always left out for me was a useful addition and so far I'd always enjoyed the extracurricular activities, admittedly sometime later rather than sooner. And I wouldn't like to give up servicing this garden, it really was one of my favourite calls. It had actually started last summer. I'd been contracted to sort out the garden a couple of years previously and after bringing in everyone I could lay my hands on for a week we'd managed to clear, cut and remove sufficient extraneous growth to show what could be accomplished with it. Then I'd had a long conversation with the client, the result being over the following couple of years I spent days at a time, usually with Jack to assist, building beds and planting, laying a patio with benches and a wood frame just outside the French doors to his sitting room, and finally deciding on a paved area to replace the effort at a lawn that had never really taken off. Installing a fountain and some very large pots for various grasses had finished the effort leaving both myself and the client happy with the finished product. The upshot of all this being I was awarded a contract to maintain the garden and almost a free hand to make any alterations or additions I felt necessary. I only wish more clients had that faith in me. Then, toward the end of last summer, that feeling of freedom had caught me out. I had Jack with me, he usually dealt with his own calls having helped me out since I started up and now a minor partner in our slowly growing business. But he was as proud of the transformation here as myself and would usually accompany me when other calls allowed. That morning there was little to do, just a couple of trays of bedding plants, a little trimming and tidying and then a quick water and hose down of the patio and slabs. That's when it happened. Usually when the client was in the sliding doors would be at least part open and the blinds set to allow light into his sitting room. Then, when the work was finished I'd pop my head round the door for a quick chat often accompanied by a drink before going on home. I always tried to arrange it so I had no further calls for the day after servicing this garden That day the door and blinds were closed and when Jack playfully sprayed me with the hose I went for him thinking the client was out. Jack and I went clubbing and played together quite often, he was a good dom to my sub and we'd found that if we'd been unable to score putting on a bit of a show when closing time was approaching could be a good way to raise interest elsewhere when we split as the lights went up. As I've said that garden gave one a sense of freedom one seldom experienced outdoors in the daylight and as our near naked bodies grappled, my wet one and his, at first, dry, I felt a quick erection raise in his shorts shortly matched with my own. 'God! You're randy today,' I said. 'Lost out last night,' was his reply, 'Go down on it.' As our grappling and clutching turned more tender he put his face to mine and as our lips met his tongue darted at my teeth. I glanced quickly at the windows, the blinds and door were still closed . 'Go down on me,' he repeated, 'He's out and wouldn't care less anyway.' I was not so sure about that last. We'd discussed several times if my client was gay. No firm decision either way. He was single but no other signs apart from possibly a large oil of a discrete male nude above his fireplace, but then neither of us were, I'm sure, obvious either. I was five foot nine to Jack's six foot one. We both had reasonably well developed bodies, mine fair, short cropped light hair and almost hairless body which I complimented by shaving my six inch cock and balls. Jack was altogether darker, his black curls showed of his darker complexion, sprinkling of hair over his chest, starting again just above his belly button and running down to his groin to surround a thick seven and half inches. Even so, I'd made it a point never to mix business with pleasure, well, not as far as clients were concerned. Some of my earlier jobs had been for gay friends who often seemed to think that a quick fuck was sufficient payment for putting a days work in on their gardens. Now I made it clear that while a fuck may be on the cards I also expected to be paid for my labours and so never indulged in both at the same time. However, the client did seem to be out and both of our now throbbing erections were demanding attention. The fact that Jack had pulled slightly away from my body and had started to work on my nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling at them may have had something to do with it and my shorts were wet and needed to be rung out as well. Reaching down I released the belt on my shorts and with a wriggle dropped them to my feet. Another quick adjustment and my cock and balls were pulled over the top of the jock I usually wore under shorts. My hands moved to the front of the sports shorts John usually wore. I could feel his cock straining at the material, its heat almost strong enough to burn as he pushed his body against my hand. 'Get down there and service it,' I playfully squeezed the throbbing member, 'I said get down on your knees.' One hand lightly slapped my face and the other my swinging cock, this a little harder. He knew just how to get me in the mood and how far he could go. I knelt down in front of him, slipping my jock and shorts fully off in the process. My cock now fully freed from any restriction now sprang up to slap against my stomach. There was no way it would go down before it got release but I knew that wouldn't happen just yet. I placed my hands on the elastic waist of John's shorts and pulled them sharply down to his ankles making him gasp as the waist of the shorts caught momentary on his aroused cock. He grabbed hold of my head and forced it toward his bulging cotton slip. It was of course damp with sweat and I could clearly see his throbbing cock poking its head above the waist band attempting to escape, his full balls hanging ominously low, full of cum. He forced my face into his crotch and I inhaled the sweet smell of fresh sweat and body odours, his dark curly hairs above the waist band scratching at my forehead. 'If we had a lawn I'd fuck your arse,' he said, 'As it is I'll just have to make do with your mouth. You better be ready 'cause I've got a full load here needing release.' I placed my hands on the waistband of his slip and pulled it slightly down allowing his cock to escape slightly but still trapping his balls which I grabbed and fondled lightly. He moaned slightly and grasping my head again pulled it forward, 'Lick it. Lick it clean. Get it out and lick it fully.' I twisted my head to hold his cock against his stomach with my mouth while I used my hands to free his balls from the slip, pulling it down to his ankles to join his shorts, then straightening up pulled slightly on his balls causing his cock to stand out proud as I licked it up and down, first one side and then the other. 'I can't take much of this, I hope you're ready. Open that mouth for a real man's cock.' I knelt back slightly, my back against the wall of a raised flower .bed, I could smell the damp soil, the slight scent of the pansies we'd just been planting and in front of my face the intoxicating aroma of a man, clean fresh sweat, aroused and emitting sufficient pheromones to fill my nose and readjust my thinking. The effect was momentarily as potent as poppers. I partly opened my mouth. Jack held my head firmly in both hands and pushed his cock a couple of inches into my mouth where I used my teeth to nibble on it slightly whilst adjusting my head and body ready for what I expected to come next, using my own muddy hands now on my nipples. I dare not touch my screaming cock as I knew it was so close to firing that the slightest pressure would probably send it off and the discomfort of my abused nipples helped to take my mind elsewhere. 'You better be ready cause here we go,' said Jack,' I've no intention of prolonging this today.' That was all the warning I got to open my teeth as he plunged his cock fully down my throat, almost back out and then plunged in again. In and out, in and out. He was really worked up, there had been no suggestion earlier he felt so randy, but then I'd felt no more so than normal either. There really was something about this garden. I had little time to ponder on that as he continued to rapidly fuck my face and throat, holding my head slightly back in a grip I would have trouble to escape from, even if I'd wanted to. There was no escape from his engorged hot throbbing weapon as he rapidly rammed it up and down my throat, my fingers were nipping and pulling tighter and harder at my nipples, I just wished there was someone else around to torture them so I could place all that was left of my mind to the task of servicing the cock in my mouth. Jack was starting to sweat again now with the effort of fucking my face in the hot sun and his thick pubic hair was sticking to his body with that and the saliva that escaped from my mouth each time he slammed his groin against my face. I could feel the judders starting to run through his cock as he built up speed, 'Grip it tighter boy. Here comes lunch.' With that he stuck his fingers into what there was of my hair and slammed my body back against the wall as he started to shoot straight down my gullet. Wham! Wham! Wham! He really did have a load on, I had trouble not to choke, it flooded back into my mouth as he pulled out and finished off by quickly wanking over my face, enough to easily mark each cheek before he slowed down and the final drops fell against my chest. Regaining his breath he looked down at my massively erect cock. 'You've not come yet?' 'I didn't dare touch it, I'd have shot too soon,' was my reply. 'Stand up.' as i stood he wiped his dripping hand over my face, gathering the cum running down my cheeks and out of my mouth and then spitting into the mix placed his hand round my cock. 'Stand still.' With one hand gripping my cock he used the other to slap my arse. When that got little response apart from a deep breath he slapped it harder and again and again. That's all it took. My body commenced swaying back and forth, my cock sliding in his tight cum and spit filled hand and my arse backing on to his other hand as it continued to slap my backside harder and harder. I was getting close. 'Do it harder,' I begged, 'Slam those balls about, make them hurt, make me feel it.' He knew me well enough to oblige. As my body bent backwards and I rested my hands on top of the wall round the flower bed he wanked my cock harder and harder, banging my balls around, making them bruise as they swung between my legs. 'Yes! Yes!' I stretched my body out as far as possible, the tension and mild pain got me off. 'God! Oh Yes!' I shot, again and again. My balls held a fuller load than I'd expected, maybe the circumstances had something to do with it, I don't know. I just knew I'd had sex, really had sex, even if I had only given Jack a blow job. It took me several minutes to get my senses back together. My body seemed to be covered by cum and muddy marks so I used the hose for a quick rinse down and stayed naked as we cleared up to allow my body to dry off somewhat. After dressing with my still damp shorts I took the monthly account to the French windows and slid the envelope half through as usual. Good thing the client had been out I thought. What we'd just done would be quick way to loose an job if not a visit from the Police to boot. I couldn't have been more wrong!