Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2017 22:42:47 +0000 From: bruno Subject: The Young Gardener THE YOUNG GARDENER Chapter 1 Jack worked in the garden on Saturday mornings. Like any teenager, he could always do with more pocket money and I knew his mother was struggling since her husband – his dad – died. I came up with the idea over coffee. She had said it was a shame they lived in a second storey flat as he had always shown an interest in plants and flowers. So, after that, every Saturday he came over and I found him something to do. He was enthusiastic and worked hard, always with a bright smile under that mop of black hair. And when he'd finished, he'd knock on the back door and I'd give him that week's pay. One Saturday in March, he was turning over the soil in the vegetable patch with a fork when there was an almighty downpour. I watched out of the upstairs window as he took shelter under a tree. When the rain passed, he went straight back to his work in the garden. I wondered if that tree really had given him cover. He knocked on the door at the end of the shift and, when I opened it, he was drenched from head to foot. `I got a bit wet,' he said, smiling as he looked up. `Blimey,' I said, `I can't send you home looking like that. Come in, you need to dry off.' He stood sheepishly inside the door. `Take your clothes off,' I said, `and I'll give them a whirl in the spin dryer.' As he struggled to get his top off over his head, I took the opportunity to look at his upper body. His armpits were smooth and hairless, his nipples a deep pink and his stomach flat as a washboard. He was a bit on the skinny side but his abs were developing nicely. Eventually, he pulled the top off. `That was tricky,' he said. `It's soaking.' `So are your jeans,' I said, nodding at his legs. `Yeah.' He opened his waist button and pulled his zip slowly down, but turned modestly away to ease the jeans off inch by inch. His boxers started sliding down, just exposing the top of his butt, but he pulled them back up. They clung to his skin and, as the jeans came down, I could see his buttocks through them, full and rounded, separated by a crack. Jeans off, he turned round and faced me. He must have been five feet four or so. I quickly glanced at his legs. His thighs were muscular, his calves thick. `Your boxers are wet too,' I said. `They'll need to go in the dryer.' He shrugged at me with his arms, not saying anything. We both knew what the dilemma was. `Wait here,' I said. I went upstairs and picked out a short towelling bathrobe. That should fit, I thought. Downstairs, I tossed the bathrobe over to him. `Put this on,' I said. With his back to me and the robe hanging loose round his shoulders, he leant forward to take off his boxers. Then he stood up, tied the robe round him and handed me the shorts. He was standing there naked but for my bathrobe, it feeling the contours of his lithe young body. I took his clothes into the kitchen and loaded up the dryer but, before I dropped in the shorts, pressed them to my face and smelt them, feeling the rain that two minutes earlier had been touching Jack's body. I put on the kettle. `Fancy some coffee,' I asked when I came back. `It'll warm you up.' `Yes please,' he said, rubbing his arms round him. The golden colour of the robe contrasted with his dark hair. `Your hair's wet,' I said. `Would you like a towel?' `Nah, it's fine, thanks. I can use this.' He tugged at the robe. I wondered how without stripping but, when I came back with the coffee, his hair was tousled. He had obviously taken the opportunity to dry it in my absence. I fantasised about how he must have pulled the robe over his head and showed off his naked body. What if I'd come back early? I wished I had. I handed him a mug, `Here you are.' `Thanks,' he said, reaching out. Then the bathrobe fell open. My mouth was half-open as I looked at his young cock, shrivelled like his balls by the cold. But above them was a nice patch of black pubic hair, maybe three inches by two with clearly delineated borders. He didn't rush to cover himself up. I looked him in the eye and he looked steadily back before tying the robe. `Shall we sit down?' I said, gesturing at the table. He nodded without saying anything. The table has a semi-circular bench. I sat down and Jack slid in beside me. We sat there silently, sipping our coffees. Then I slipped my hand under the table and put it on the towelling covering his thigh. He didn't respond at first but then hesitantly moved his leg towards me. I started stroking slowly up and down his thigh and all the time he sat there looking calmly ahead of him. Then, when I dared, I slipped my hand under the robe and onto his naked flesh. He blinked. Gently, I reached further up, caressing the inside of his thigh and squeezing it. It felt so hot. I wondered how far up his leg I could go. His eyes were now tightly closed. When I reached the top, I knew I was within touching distance of his genitals. On someone older, where my fingers were would be covered by pubic hair. Then he shuddered, leaning forward, and I realised he had just cum. He stayed there frozen, eyes still closed. I let my hand run back down his thigh and rest on his knee before pulling it up from under the table. My encounter with Jack was finished. I loved the way he had let me see his young manhood and feel his body and then been so turned on he had cum without using any hands. Neither of us said anything. When I finished my coffee, I said `I'll get your clothes.' Everything was dry. I rubbed his warm boxers against my face. When I came back, it looked like he was squeezing his cock, cleaning it with my bathrobe. He turned round to put on his clothes, not letting me see anything more. When he was fully dressed, he looked me in the eye again. `Thanks for drying my clothes,' he said. `I guess I'll see you next week.' When he had left, I took the robe and examined it. There were traces of cum which I sucked to get a taste of him. There was more on the floor under the table. I undressed and put on the robe myself, closing my eyes and dizzily feeling Jack's skin. I pressed my cock where his sweet erection had been. Then I came, just where he had. _______________________________________________________ Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html