Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 19:11:25 -0700 (PDT) From: J.D. Wayne Subject: Davy in the Nursery -- Part 1 Davy in the Nursery -- Part 1 By Billy Jay Dee Back when everyone in Albuquerque still called me Davy, I worked after school and on weekends at a local nursery. I watered the perennials in the hot steamy green house. Helped unload thousands of trays of annuals. Toted bags of fertilizer, manure and top soil. And, eventually, started interacting with the customers. Several young guys worked there. There was a Hispanic guy. He was a junior in high school like me, but dark, well-built, smooth skinned, handsome and suave. Roger worked with us, too. He was two years out of school, he'd gotten his lettermen's jacket for wrestling. He was sort of swarthy. Dark chest hair poked out of his collar. He was shy like I. Lastly was Ed, the assistant manager. He was mid-twenties, tall, square-chinned, thin, muscular and blonde. Have you figured out that the owner was a woman? Her dad actually ran the place, but he dealt mostly with the office, customers and contract jobs. That left Ed to handle us. At fifteen I didn't have much to offer. I had brown hair and horn rimmed glasses. I was tall, thin and hadn't learned discretion or subtlety. When something made me happy, everyone could tell by my broad toothy smile. Ed mentored well. He cajoled us into happy hard work, drilled us on the plants and products and taught us how to work the front counter. I particularly recall him standing close behind me when I was learning the cash register. When I fumbled with the keys, his long finely haired arms reached around my slim frame and massaged my fingers onto the keys where they needed to be. I can still feel his pelvis pressed into my back side and his chest hairs under his shirt lying up against my back. I liked him. My smile and attentiveness alerted him to that, I'm sure. Who can resist unadulterated affection? He returned my friendliness. Within a week or two, I got permission from my folks and drove over to Ed's to watch television one night. Ed shared a two-bedroom with another guy his age. Ed slept on the fold out couch in the "den". The big game was on or something. We didn't do a lot of talking. Ed and his roomie were into it and I wasn't much into watching television. However, next to me was a book shelf with a collection of stored men's magazines. There was a label under each neat pile. I picked a magazine off the Penthouse pile and flipped through it. Next a sampling from the Playboy pile. Then a magazine or two off of Hustler, which eventually grossed me out and I moved on to "Jugs", then something, something. I wasn't paying attention. I just reached for the next pile. Something exciting happen on the television and I was looking up when I opened the magazine. When I looked down, I was staring into the steely blue eyes of a good looking naked man. I didn't need to look up to know that Ed's and his roomie's eyes were upon me. Did I mention the guy in the magazine was good looking? Apparently, it was a Playgirl. I was embarrassed and wasn't sure what to do. However, 1) I didn't want to make a big thing out of it so I kept flipping through the pages and 2) I liked what I saw! To be honest, this wasn't the first time I'd dealt with "homosexuality". I mean I was a Boy Scout, right? There'd been a few adventures there I should write about. However, this was my first time with a grown man or men. I was feeling confused and awkward so I said, "Hey, Ed. Where's the bathroom?" I spent plenty of time sitting in there, figuring out what to do next. Half time was approaching, I'd leave then. When I returned to my seat, they kept their eyes on the television. The pile of Playgirls was gone. I didn't say anything to my folks of course. But the whole thing was on my mind as I drove to work the next afternoon. I liked Ed. I liked Ed's body and hairy chest. Maybe this meant I could...mmmm, I wasn't sure what I could do. On my driving route, there was that guy again! I was on a winding residential road with last traffic then the main arteries. Each afternoon, a retired guy dabbled at projects in his garage, working out with his weights, piddling around in the yard. He was older, muscular, well tanned and wore nothing put a traffic-stopping black bikini bottom! At work a few minutes later; business was slow. Ed and I took a truck load of garbage to the dump. It was hot. Ed slipped out of his tee-shirt and I followed my hero's lead. With the emptied truck, we got a load a top soil and returned to the nursery to unload it. There was a lot of shoveling to do. It was hot. We were shirtless. We were shoveling the soil into remote corner of the nursery's back yard. It was quiet. It was now or never. Our conversation had been intimate and fun. "I sure hope I have a chest like yours someday," I managed to say between shovels of dirt. "You like this, Davy?" Ed said as he stroked his furred chest with a muddy glove, leaving moist little clusters of clay in the shining golden chest hairs. He was staring deep into my blue eyes. In way of saying "Yes!" I shook off my right glove and began to brush the curly down upon his long torso. He trapped my eyes with his as I continued to stroke his chest. He seemed emotionless and stone cold. I'm sure I grinned like an idiot and my tongue raced back and forth across my lips. His gaze fell. Mine loyally followed. He unbuttoned his Levis. My hand followed his treasure trail down to the thick white cock that popped semi-erect from his fly. His pants fell too. From my experience in Scouts I knew to fall to my knees. Ed should have smelled sweaty, but between the scorched sage-scented desert air and the musky pile of soil we were standing in, I smelled nothing but hot sex. My mouth dropped over the top of the thick six-inch dick as Ed lifted it up to me with a gloved hand. The thick purple head rested in a nest of clean foreskin. I slurped it into my mouth. Ed moaned. It got hard quick. He shook off his glove, too, and began stroking the base of the shaft where my eager lips couldn't reach. Sweat rolled down his belly and onto his abdomen. I knelt in the shade of the stake side panels, in the cool soft dirt. Ed leaned back against the opposite stake side panels, with his steel blue eyes rolled to heaven, his fine body exposed to the brutal sun and his lily white butt facing the row of bagged trees that shielded us from the nursery proper. "Davy, I've been dreaming about doing this for so long! I'm going to cum quick," he said between gasps as his hips began to sway into my open mouth and his breath became more rapid. I'd looked up when he'd praised me. He's been shirtless most the afternoon. Between the passion, the sunburn and the arch of his back, his upper torso was now looking painfully red. As my eyes fell back to my work, I saw Roger half hidden begin the ornamental trees. At first, I wanted to run and hide, but I noticed that his thick strong fingers massaged the crotch of his denim pants as he watched us smiling. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned all the way to his navel revealing a thick dark carpet of chest hair. When he realized that I had spotted him, he just shook his head, laid a quieting finger across his plush lips and then gave me the okay sign as he backed away. Ed stacked his hairy hands atop the back of my head and really started face-fucking me. I just squatted there, bracing my hand in the black earth letting him do it. He groaned louder and longer for a few seconds and then held my head still and unloaded deep into the back of my throat. When he was done, he looked guiltily around. Roger was gone by then. He bent and with his thumb wiped a drop of cum off my lips. "Next time, Davy, we'll make sure you get some action, too," he said before he gave me my first kiss from a man. As soon as we returned to the front office, I rushed to the bathroom, locked the door and pulled out my throbbing young cock. It took only three or four strokes before I was pumping a huge white load into the toilet. That was followed by a nice, long, relaxing piss -- we had been gone for hours!