Date: Mon, 22 May 2017 05:02:47 +0000
From: Michael Murphy <mmmm2good@outlook.com>
Subject: Making It Grow

I went to a garden center to purchase plants this weekend. I did NOT see
this guy, and nothing like this happened, but I couldn't help the fantasy
that formed in my head. I had to get it down "on paper," so here is my
fictional story I call "Making it Grow."


He obviously didn't know I was watching him adjust himself as he was
watering the plants in the greenhouse. His khaki shorts were tenting up in
front. He couldn't have been more than 20 years old, but his cock had to be
huge based on the size of that bulge.

I'd been wandering around the nursery and garden center for about 15
minutes, trying to figure out the best types of plants to put in the pots
on my patio. Each time he walked near me, I caught a glimpse of him from
the corner of my eye. He was about six feet tall, broad shoulders, trim
waist, rather furry legs. His brown hair was on the longer side, but it
looked great outlining his chiseled facial features. His work boots were
laced loosely, and I could hear his feet scraping the concrete floor
anytime he got near me.

Not once did he notice as I leered at him. His mind was apparently
somewhere besides on the marigolds and petunias he was watering. With the
spray nozzle in his right hand and the hose in his left, he would rub his
crotch rather blatantly with his left hand. All I could think was, "Babe,
let me grab that hose of yours!" Eventually he laid the nozzle down and
disappeared around the corner. I figured I'd seen the last of him. I hoped
he hadn't gotten creeped out by this older guy watching his every move. I
certainly didn't want to chase him off.

I went on shopping for my plants. But my mind kept drifting back to that
incredibly handsome guy. Damn, I should've said something to him. Was it
too late? I decided to take a chance. I followed his path to the corner and
peeked around. What I saw was absolutely breath-taking. There was my guy,
beside a shelf of terra cotta pots. He was leaning back against the wall,
eyes closed, and he was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his
shorts. His bulge had bulked up, and was trailing down his rather
muscular-looking thigh. His green polo shirt was pulled up, exposing an
incredible six-pack of abs. He was rubbing a little pleasure trail of hair
that ran down the middle of his torso to the top of his shorts.

Garden Boy would rub his palm down the length, squeeze the head, then run
his hand back up toward the center of his body. Each time he rubbed down
his shaft, his knees would bend and quiver just a bit. Was it wrong that I
was enjoying this so much? Was it wrong that I wanted nothing more than to
help this young hunk out? I wanted nothing more than to taste this guy's
cock. I wanted to swallow that piece of meat he was hiding (not very well)
and drink down his cum. I could feel the dampness spreading in my briefs as
my own cock grew harder and harder.

After about three minutes of vacillating on whether I should or shouldn't,
I decided I should. I crept quietly across the concrete floor, careful not
to make a sound. I didn't want to interrupt what he had begun. As I got
closer, I quietly said, "Hey....hey." The second one startled him back into
the here-and-now.

He said, "Shit...sorry, man. I, um...."

I grinned and nodded. "I know exactly what you were doing, and I'm not here
to call you out. As a matter of fact..." I stepped closer to him. He tensed
a bit. I simply said, "I wanna help you out." I put my hand on his crotch
and rubbed gently. I could feel the thickness of his cock as I rubbed up
and down the length. We both looked down, watching my hand stroking him
through his shorts. His body relaxed again as he slumped against the wall.

Garden Boy then surprised me a bit. He reached down, unbuttoned his shorts,
and let them drop to the floor around his work boots. His dick sprung up,
having a life of its own. It was hard, pink and the shiny precum glistened
on the head. There was a vein running the length of his shaft. As I wrapped
my warm hand around it, I could feel the vein throbbing. He muttered
something quietly, but I didn't care what it was. All I cared about at that
point was getting my lips around his cock.

I stroked him a few times while he continued to feel up his own torso. His
legs were shaking, and I could tell he was already getting close. I
squeezed the shaft with my fist, willing his orgasm to subside for the time
being. I put my left hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Mind
if I see what I can do about that rock hard shaft of yours?" He simply
shook his head. I took that as an affirmative.

I knelt on the floor, my knees straddling his feet. My hand slid down his
torso, and I place both my hands on his taut thighs. His cock was sticking
out and up. I just looked at it for a moment before I put my mouth over the
head. I closed my lips just beyond that broad helmet. Using my tongue, I
teased the slit, digging for his precum. It was slightly salty, and it felt
so good on my tongue. His hands were on my head, simply resting on my
hair. I looked up at his face, and he was watching. His chest was heaving.

It was apparent he was not going to last long. I slowly moved my tight lips
down his cock. After I got about halfway down, I pulled back. His hands
gripped my hair. I moved back down the shaft slowly until my nose was in
his pubes. Breathing through my nose (since my mouth was full of cock), I
could smell his manly scent. Cum, sweat, maybe some body wash...His cock
slipped into my throat, and as I swallowed, my throat constricted on the
head. He gasped, then sighed, "Oh fuuuuuck!"

I pulled back slowly, drawing the cum up from his balls. That vein was now
pulsing on my tongue. His cock seemed to grow and grow in my mouth. Back
down the length. His fingers gripped my hair, and he began directing my
motions. My hands massaged his furry thighs, and I could feel the muscles
tense and relax as I worked my way up and down his cock. Still moving
slowly, I let his cock fill my throat. It made the bend into my throat, the
he pushed a little harder. I focused on not gagging. His thick cock was so
delicious, I didn't want to do anything to cause him to stop. I swallowed a
couple times, then pulled off his cock. I took a couple quick breaths, then
got back to it.

Placing my lips around his cock, I started moving up and down his rod
deliberately. I wanted that load that was in his balls so badly. His hands
started directing my movements. His hips were starting to develop a rhythm
of their own. As I went down on him, he would push forward. As I pulled
back, he did as well. Before long, that rhythm turned into all-out skull
fucking. Who was I to complain? I was getting exactly what I wanted!

I could feel his balls on my chin as I took his cock into my mouth. My
mustache rubbed his pubes. My eyes watered every time he thrust forward
into my throat. His breathing was labored, and as I looked up, I could see
his chest heaving. Garden Boy was so close!

I pulled off his cock, and used my fist to stroke his cock. He hissed, "I'm
gonna cum, man!"

"Shoot that load, bud! Give it to me now!" A couple more strokes, and I hit
pay dirt! That cock spewed its huge load, and my mouth was right there to
catch it. The first shot hit my chin, soaking my beard. I quickly adjusted
his cock's angle and the nex tthree shots hit my tongue straight on. After
the first rally of shots to my tongue, I squeezed his cock, taking the
opportunity to swallow what was on my tongue. I then put his cock in my
mouth again. I started milking it with my lips, His load continued to fill
my mouth. Lordy, how long had it been since he came?

I swallowed the load in my mouth. I then slid my lips back up his
shaft. The head popped out of my mouth with a SMACK. He slumped back, and
he released my head from his grip. I wiped the cum from my beard and licked
it from my fingers. As I stood up, he let his shirt fall to cover his
abs. I asked, "You okay, buddy?"

"Dammit!" he said. "I've been horny all day. I really needed that!"

I grinned at him, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek while squeezing his
cock. "I needed that, too, my man!" I gave his cock a final squeeze and
told him, "You'd better clean up and regroup before someone misses you."

"Thanks, man. You have no idea how much I enjoyed that," he panted.

I laughed softly and said, "Likewise." I adjusted my cock in my own shorts
and walked back into the nursery. All I could think was, "If I could just
get my plants to grow like his cock...."