Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2017 14:32:31 +0000 From: bruno Subject: The Young Gardener Chapter 4 THE YOUNG GARDENER Chapter 4 Jack lay there in post coital rapture, showing off his young naked body. Now his eyes were closed, I could gaze freely at him. The pink lips I so wanted to kiss. The muscular curve of his shoulders. His hands lying open either side of his legs. His beautiful cock, now subsided with his foreskin covering the knob that just a minute ago I had been tasting. The globes of his testicles, squeezed up between his thighs in their loose smooth sac. I wanted to collapse on my knees and start licking them all over again, rolling them around in my mouth, feeling their contours with my tongue. I sat down beside him and slipped my hand between the warm flesh of his thigh and his balls. He stayed there, eyes shut, and I realised he had fallen asleep. My head was spinning, my own cock bursting. If I touched it, I feared I might come. I didn't want to look stupid in front of Jack. After all, up till now this had all been about his sexual pleasure, not mine. At least, so far as he was concerned. I listened to his even breathing and watched the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest. After a minute or so of feeling his heat beside me, I slipped down my trousers and shorts. I pressed my thigh against his and compared my rough hairiness with his luminescent smooth skin. I was some six inches taller, so my knee extended beyond his, but mine was gnarled compared with his into which was packed the muscle of his thigh. My cock was hard as steel, I could not remember it last being this stiff. I wanted to grasp Jack's hand and wrap his fingers round it but I was scared of waking him. He looked angelic. I was wet with pre-cum. I did not want to leave Jack but I knew I had to masturbate. Hopefully I could cum before he woke up and he would never know. I jerked up and down slowly, as much to prevent myself coming too soon as to avoid disturbing Jack. I closed my eyes, still conscious of the unique taste of his cum in my mouth. I swore I could still taste his penis. My other hand slipped back to his crotch and stroked his bush, feeling its boundaries and the naked skin over which it would soon spread. I wanted to lick every bit. Suddenly I was conscious that his breathing was no longer so rhythmic. I opened my eyes in alarm. Jack was awake but motionless, looking at my cock with a cool curiosity. I stopped masturbating, wondering what to do. Should I get up and walk away? How ridiculous would that look? How ridiculous did I look? It was not as if I was out of shape or embarrassed with my body. It was that I felt voyeuristic being caught wanking over him. That was something I should keep stored up for night time in bed by myself. Jack looked up at me sharply. That was his answer. He did not want me to stop. And I could see that his cock was starting to unfurl again. After all, you can't keep a teenage boy down. He left it carelessly and, as I started masturbating again, my other hand grasped his sweet stick. I started jerking the two in time. He paid close attention to my cock as if he had never seen anyone else's but his own. Hadn't he seen others in the locker room? Hadn't others seen his? He must realise how envious boys would be of his package. Those full balls freely swinging between his legs like pendulums. I wondered what other sexual experience he had had. I could picture him standing in front of a boy on his knees. I could even picture him fucking someone. But not being fucked, at least not by someone his own age. He wouldn't let just anyone have that fantastic ass. I realised I didn't have long to go. My head was swimming with pre-orgasmic sensation. I mumbled to him that I was about to come, warning him in case he wanted to move away. But he ignored me and stayed there watching, his own cock as stiff as my own. I groaned from the depths of my belly as release came. My cum shot up in arcs, landing over the chair, the floor, and on Jack's stomach. At the same time I felt my hand holding him become wet as his spunk swum out onto it. Not as much as last time, but enough. I lay back, my mouth open, still holding onto him. He followed suite and we stayed there, silent. It was OK. I had not looked stupid. And, more important, Jack had been turned on by my body. Watching me wank made him come. Jack sat up abruptly and wiped my jizz off his stomach with the inside of his denim shirt. `C'mon,' he said, standing up, `let's go and have a look at the fire. He stood up in front of me and buttoned up his shirt, his cock and balls visible beneath it. Then he pulled up his jeans. `Come on,' he gestured, `you too.' Exhausted, I got up and followed him. At the top of the garden, Jack pointed at the fire. `Look,' he said. `Can you see where it's breaking out? That needs covering with leaves.' He drove the wheelbarrow off like it was a motorbike and came back with it full of leaves that he shovelled onto the fire. Back again for more leaves. And again. We stood side by side looking at the fire, now sufficiently covered with damp leaves to stop any flames breaking out. I stroked Jack's ass, feeling the curvature of his buttock, thinking of how only his jeans stopped me touching his bare skin. My fingers encroached on his crack, pushing inside. After a while, he turned to look at me. `How long do you think that will last?' he asked. `The fire? Oh, that won't need any more attention today.' `Cool,' he replied and started walking off briskly. He was on his way home. Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Everything I write is totally fictional