Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 03:35:18 EST
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Gardener's Boy  (Submission)

Gardener's Boy
Copyright Alex Carr   2009

My first job was as a gardeners boy at a large photographic firm. The firm
took pride in their horticulture. Flora and fauna were big time with them
and I was given a good horticultural training - and a lot more too. There
were about fourteen gardeners in all tending the large grounds and sports
centre, and also a large nursery where I worked in training with a guy
called John Hancock. A name that surely was quite fitting in view of what
he had in mind for me...

I remember well my first embarrassing experience. When showing me how to
prick out seedlings into boxes with a dibber (a small pointed wooden
receptacle), I felt a sudden pressing between my legs as I leaned over the
bench. Then the first of many different sensations took place as I felt my
privates roughly squeezed. I was so very innocent and green then. I expect
I didn't resist enough because soon three other gardeners were ate it too.

There was one, Fred, who delighted in bunching me up for five minutes at a
time, me spread-eagled on my hands and knees (which is how he caught me) as
he got himself so worked up. I wondered why he was panting and, taking a
look around, I saw this large thing in one of his hands which he was being
very rough with. And of course, later I realized what he was doing at my
expense. I guess it was just his thing (literally), but I would soon
discover the other two guys had their thing too, and John Hancock was no
exception. He was the first to break me in one sultry wet afternoon in the
concealed end one of the large greenhouses where we did all the planting
out and pot sorting.

There he was showing me how to empty a pot, clean it and refill with
compost. He told me to stretch to the far end of the wide bench so I could
reach a line of old potted plants there that needed restringing. I had to
stretch out my arms and hands as far as I could to reach them, and every
time I was close, John moved it a bit farther back. I soon realized why. He
had his eyes on my hind end stretching madly across the bench as I made
little jumps trying to reach.

When eventually I pulled several pots back, John was already in my
trousers, almost ripping them down as I felt his rough gardener's hands cup
and squeeze my ass cheeks. He was really squeezing too. It hurt a bit and I
yelled, but it did not stop him having a good feel there. And then another
new experience was about to happen as I felt a sort of wetness in my
crotch. I turned to see John on his knees and licking my ass like it was a
large ice cream or something. Did I enjoy it? Well, there's a funny thing
because I remember at the time I was so overcome with shock I had no time
to realize how I felt, but I guess because I didn't resist I was open to
what followed.

For the very first time ever I felt him sucking me like a good `un. I
remember hearing the sounds and feeling an extraordinary tingling as he
stretched back my foreskin and licked there with his very busy tongue. All
I knew was he was holding my hips so tightly I could not budge as he sunk
his tongue into me with such vigour. I yelled and screamed but to no
avail. He was an absolute goner and I was his meat. No way was he going to
stop now and next I knew he was heaving his hard cock between my ass
cheeks. Next I felt him rubbing something slimy there. He must have had
some Vaseline or something. It smelled like Vaseline and something else
that had grown familiar by now, the pungent smell of ripe cock.

"Now relax, Lad and you will be fine, just hold your breath, grit your
teeth and ..."

"Ouch! Ugh!! Stop it, stop it, it's hurting!

"It wont do, not when you have been properly initiated. You'll enjoy it,
like you've enjoyed my gobble. You have, haven't you?"

I was stuck for words. It was something else realizing this usually so
placid guy was being so ardent and stern with me. For the first time I saw
how lust can change a guy, the way his eyes stared and his breathing
hastened. I just knew I had to endure and there was no way out.

All I knew was I was full of his pressing, thrusting cock now, and I had to
endure the pain and suffering. It was really hurting me so much I felt I
was splitting open there. But soon, relief. The final heave came as he
grunted and groaned and suddenly stopped, pulling it out of me as I heard
my hole slurp and felt the sudden relief that it was all over.

I might have known though it was only the start, the prelude to many more
and with the others too.

My learning was going to be a lot more than horticulture...

Looking back, I was so very green and naive about things. It was as if I
had not had a chance to discover my true sexuality. But I was eighteen and
I was so into the camp thing and I had not the urge for anything but. The
thought of being with a woman never entered my head. I could not imagine
making it with someone that didn't have a cock! That seems odd, but it is
absolutely true.

One day, not long after John had me over the bench I was approached by
Fred.  He said he wanted a quiet word with me and could I meet him in the
potting shed. He told me that it was alright with John, my boss. I asked
John just to be sure and he said fine. He had told Fred it was okay. So,
there was me, being all naïve once more, and into the potting shed I
scampered, not having a clue what Fred wanted to talk about so secretly.

I had hardly closed the door behind me when he unzipped and showed me his
privates. How big they were! He asked me, "Well, what you think of this,
boy?"  There was I shocked again. Stuck for words and because I was stuck
for words he was thinking I was crying out for it. He sort of nudged my
shoulders, pressing on them, and I realized what he wanted me to do, or
what I thought he wanted. I obediently knelt in front of him and massaged
his length, which I thought was well over eight inches. He sort of held it
back and pushed it out as if to try make it look even bigger.

I remember feeling it for the first time, and his reaction, head back and
grunting madly. "Cock --suck, boy. Suck it."

This was something new. John had never asked me to do that, and anyway
would I like it. I teased it a little, his hand guiding mine to his balls,
prompting me to squeeze. "Now I want you to suck and ball me, boy. You
understand?  Got it?" He spoke rather abruptly and with a sharp intrusive
voice that told me he wanted it and no refusals, or else!

I just froze for a moment until he jerked it and brought me to my senses.
What was I doing, kneeling like servant boy taking cock like this anyway?

But I just felt I had to go through with it. Add it to my list of new
experiences. What would it be like to suck? Was it clean? I saw the knob
glistening when he stretched and held back his foreskin tight. It was a
fluid substance. I learned later how a guy pre-comes when aroused. But I
did not relish the thought of putting that into my mouth, so I dug for a
tissue I knew I had in my pocket, took it out and quickly patted it over
his knob. His eyes were closed in anticipation I guess, and he sort of
juddered. At the same time he almost shoved his cock into my moth and
before I knew it, I had a mouth full of his steamy throbbing and very stiff
cock, working in my mouth, spreading my cheeks wide inside. I just went for
it, the quicker I did the quicker it would end was my thinking. I remember
I felt my mouth suddenly fill with hot sticky liquid, almost like the feel
of double cream, but not the taste. For a while after I tasted and smelt
with cock and bathed myself, gargled, trying to be rid of it. It seemed
unpleasant then, but the next day was as if I hungered for it again,
wanting to gobble cock. I had gotten the taste and the lust for it, and
Fred was the one to benefit from my newly acquired cock sucking lust.

I was having secret passions too. Sorts of dreams where I was sucking and
being fucked and soon this would come true. It was as if John and Fred had
heard me talking in my dreams.

"Fred and me think you are some great lad, Pete," John said one morning. "
What do you think of us then? I mean do you enjoy being with us, you know,
like that. Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?"

We had a long friendly chat and I realized I was well in there. John said
he would give me a good report, which would help my passing my exams for
horticulture. So that made it better. It had come to a point where we were
sitting having our morning coffee and always, with Fred later joining us,
we would simply enjoy caressing each other, making it feel so very good -
and then the day Fred joined us for coffee.

He said he thought it was great to watch us two, that he got a great deal
of pleasure from it. He gave me all the compliments of having a really
fuckable ass. John must have suggested something to him. It was obviously
contrived, because he stripped down to his shorts and, sitting there and
wanking himself, he watched us, as I gobbled John for a bit, bending on
hands and knees and enjoying the taste of John to the full. I felt a surge
at the back and sure enough, Fred had his cock out and I felt it easily
slide up inside me. This was another first timer for me and definitely
wouldn't be the last, because it was so beautiful. A mouth and ass full of
cock at the same time is something I cannot fairly define unless it is
something that one has experienced for oneself. It is the most thrilling
and enthralling experience and I soon was lost in a wonderful frenzy of
lust and fucking. And to cap it all, both guys seemed to cum at once.  I
felt the surge in my mouth, John's hot sweet cum, sweeter than Fred's the
day before - then the wonderful final surge deep inside me as Fred came
also. It was as if I could feel it up my ass, strong and warm and good.

This was the first threesome, but I had a feeling there would be many more,
and I was right.

Now I simply love to share two guys, which makes a wonderful variation to a
theme. And John was a married guy, too. He said he liked to be diverse but
would not care to guess the reaction of his wife if, like yesterday, after
he had fucked me, he fucked Teresa! "We had better keep all this to
ourselves, right Pete?" John said quietly. "This is something special for
us to enjoy."

The next day, John was curious. He'd seen Mr. Phillips, the head gardener,
talking to me. "Why was he sniffing around you?" John queried. "Did he tell
you he wanted to borrow you for a couple of days to do some work in the
sports pavilion?"

"No, not really. He did mention something about he needed some help but I
didn't volunteer."

"Well, he wants you down there this morning so you had better scamper - but
remember, keep hush, eh. Otherwise we shall all be in the shite."

I assured John no problem and left.

I reported to Mr. Phillips. "Call me Jack," he said straight away. "But
only when we are alone. The guys will be thinking I am giving you
favouritism and we don't want that do we? Even if I am!" he grunted and
snorted. He was a stocky built guy who always wore a tweedy suit and a flat
cap, but I thought he had a kindly pleasant face, a sort of father figure.

"Just a bit of cleaning work that's all, lad, nothing much. But there is
something else." He stared at me with a certain look in his eyes, I saw
them wander down and up again. "Heard excellent reports about you, lad. So
I have decided it's time you had a wage raise, another fiver a week. How's
that?  And perhaps a bit more."

I looked at him, thanking him. But I questioned the bit more with my eyes.

"Had my eye on you for a little while, I think you are really something."
He sided to me. I could feel the vibrancy in his body close to me.
"Perhaps you would like to reward me in some way?" he suggested, his hands
now exploring my back side.

I went along with him, in for a penny, in for a pound. And in no time at
all there I was, bent over his broad lap. He was quite happy just to
lightly slap my ass cheeks, first over my trousers, which he pulled up
tightly to separate the cheeks, nudging, feeling and slapping me, then
slipping my trousers down to my knees and continuing just to stroke, nudge,
feel and slap me. It was quite something. I realized that was all he wanted
and relaxed just happy to let him enjoy. The slapping became more hefty and
he asked if it was okay, but I went along with it, absorbing the stinging,
which, somehow, after a couple of minutes, numbed to quite a pleasurable
sensation. My God! I was discovering all sorts of things about myself. And
I could not believe that Jack did not want any more, fully expecting him
sooner or later to fuck or gobble me.  But no. There he was having a great
time, panting and grunting and enjoying.  This was worth the extra tenner
he gave me after, above the raise in my pay packet every week. It soon
became a habit and Jack would want to `borrow' me one afternoon a
week. "Just between ourselves, remember," Jack reminded. I think John was a
little perturbed about me having half days at Jack's disposal because it
was coming up bedding out time, and he had a lot of work to do in the
greenhouse.

But I kept him happy, as long as he had his regular stint inside me, and
Fred too, there was no problem. I was quite getting used to sharing three
guys by then, but who would have guessed I would soon be serving a woman
too!

It came about the next time I saw Jack. He wanted a quiet word with me.  We
had a long chat about his marriage. He told me about the most intimate
things like he was unable to please his wife any more since his prostrate
operation two years before. Now I understood why he was just happy to enjoy
me the way he did. But I never would have thought that he was suggesting an
evening visit on his Mrs.  She knew all about me. She'd seen me and thought
I was an utterly delightful lad. She would just love to know more!

I succumbed. There was more cash in it for me you see. Rosy looked good for
an older woman, never in a month of Sunday's would I have imagined then
what the two of us would soon be up to.

"I just miss this so very much, Peter," she cowered to me, me stretched
naked on her bed as she took great pleasure in enjoying my cock in ways I
would never have thought a woman would enjoy. There she was actually
inserting the tip of her tongue into my pee-hole and taking great joy in
sort of sipping my sensitive red end, making me tingle and spasm with
sensual ecstasy. It was lovely and I didn't mind one iota to be pampered
this way.

"You are simply beautiful," she continued, sucking and gently handling,
caressing and cupping my balls now as she took a breath before I felt the
wonderful sensation of her very deep suck now. "I fancied you when I saw
you out walking one day. You didn't see me though. I was hoping you
would. Jack's not daft; he knew my feelings. He could tell by the way I
kept talking about you.  So that's how it all came about. We came to an
amicable agreement, and here we are."

Later when she had sucked me to cum, I soon learnt that she wanted me to
spurt all over her face and breasts, too. She said it would be wonderful if
we could occasionally meet like this, and, who knows, maybe next time she
may enjoy something more beautiful.

I shall always remember my apprenticeship, on life as well as horticulture.
Now I am into bigger things. It was the end of an era and it was time to
move on. I joined the services and was about to find a very new and special
relationship