Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2017 17:16:00 +0000 From: bruno Subject: The Young Gardener Chapter 5 THE YOUNG GARDENER Chapter 5 The fire burnt out but Jack still came along every Saturday to tend to the garden. It was now taken for granted that at some stage during the day he would want sucking off. Sometimes it would be on his arrival. He would walk in, sit down and peel off his jeans. I would kneel between his legs and imbibe, drinking deep of that well of cum in his two low hanging balls. I would weigh them in my hand as my nose pressed against his black bush. He would slap me round the face with his cock and I would take it again, all the way down until my lips were sucking the bottom of his shaft. Sometimes we would wait until he finished in the garden. He might stand there trousers down while I licked the sweat off his muscled thighs and round the edges of his scrotum. Occasionally he wanted a shower. I sat in the bathroom watching as he washed. His arms over his head, showing off his armpits as he rinsed his hair. His cock standing proud at forty-five degrees. His butt shaped like a firm peach, its two halves folding in on each other. One day I was watching him in the garden from an upstairs window. He put his foot on the back of the fork and drove it all the way into the ground, making sure it was not lying around where someone might trip over it. He sat down, his back against an oak tree, his knees bent. He rested his chin on his fist as if he was thinking about something. Two or three minutes later, he was still in the same position. It seemed like he had lost interest in the garden. And it would be damp there on the ground. I put on my jacket and went outside. `Hey, Jack,' I called, `how's it going?' He was still sat under the tree but now he was stroking his crotch. Pensively. He waved and stood up, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans. `I think my butt's a bit soggy,' he said, laughing. He turned round to show me. The backside was definitely a darker blue than the rest. I patted it. `Yes,' I said, smiling. `Definitely on the damp side.' He looked over his shoulder, straining to see for himself, standing on the tip of his toes. He gave up and looked me in the eye. `I think my bottom needs some attention.' Jack took me by the hand and led me to the house. My heart was thumping so hard, I thought I could hear it. Inside, he looked around and pointed at the couch. He loosened his jeans and undid his zip, then lay gently on his front over the arm of the couch, his butt in the air. I walked over and squeezed his gorgeous cheeks through those wet jeans. I knelt down and kissed them, not caring about any grit from the earth. I rolled down his trousers. I had dreamt of this. His ass was a very pale pink and cold to the touch. I buried my face in it, feeling its springiness. I shut my eyes and breathed deeply. I licked each of his buttocks with long strokes of my tongue, like a cow licking a man's hand. Jack didn't say anything but he felt relaxed. My tongue was getting ever closer to his crack. My hands were on the inside of his inner thighs pushing them gently apart. I sat back and admired the view. His balls hung tantalisingly down between his legs, wanting to be touched. There was soft down on the backs of his thick thighs. I nibbled at those tender parts of his cheeks, low down on the inside of his crack. Jack moaned. The moment had come. I pulled his buttocks softly apart and looked in. His cherry was hairless and perfectly pink. I pressed my index finger against it. Jack moaned again, this time louder. I don't think he'd been expecting quite such a powerful sensation. I put the tip of my finger inside his anus and pulled his rim down. He gasped. I licked the finger. It tasted good, it tasted Jack. I wanted more. I drove my tongue at his hole, licking round it and pushing inside, trying to get as far in as possible. He tasted so intense. He was trying to stay still but was writhing. `Get my jeans off,' he gasped. `Get my fucking jeans off.' I dragged them off and straightaway he cocked one of his legs over the side of the couch so that I had better access. And what a sight! This boy's bare ass, his legs spread apart in a show that he was pleading for action. His balls swinging around. I drummed his crack with my hand side on, it was something I always loved done to me and - from his cries - Jack loved it too. I pressed my other hand against his back to keep him still. He struggled so, without thinking, I slapped his right butt. `Aaggh!' It was a gasp, not a cry. A gasp of arousal. Now he was quiet, wondering what would happen next. So was I. I spanked his butt again, just once, just lightly. `More,' Jack whispered, with an edge of begging. So I started spanking more quickly, not enough to hurt but – from the sound of him – enough to arouse. He was flailing, his legs kicking up in the air. His bottom was warm and pink now. I squeezed his bollocks hard. `I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!' he cried and forced himself up. His cock looked raw, he had been rubbing it against the leather. It oozed precum. His balls were tight. He grabbed me by the hair to make me take his cock but I had hardly opened my mouth before he started to shoot all over my face. My cheeks, my lips, my brow, my hair, Jack's cum went everywhere and he cried out as it did. Then, when it had finished, he pulled me towards him and kissed me crazily, his tongue inside my mouth tasting his own sperm. I kissed him back. I felt in love. That was the last time Jack worked on my garden. A few days later, his mother rang, apologising and saying he had found something else to do. TO BE CONTINUED Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Everything I write is totally fictional