Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2020 16:00:39 +0000 From: norfolkandgood Subject: Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage, part 15 Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage Day 14: Josh meets the new gardener I woke up later than usual the next morning. As I lay in bed blinking, I could hear Daddy's voice out in the garden, and thought he must be talking on the phone to someone. I threw the bedroom curtains back and was about to call out to him through the open window when I realised that he wasn't alone down there. He was talking to a young, good-looking blond guy, then he listened attentively as the young man pointed to the plant growing up the trellis around my window and explained something. The gardener! Of course, that's who it was! I grinned with relief -- he wasn't anything like the old gardeners in my storybooks, who were always pictured pushing an old wheelbarrow and had weird bits of beard that stretched halfway down their cheeks. To be honest, he looked a bit *too* young to be a gardener. He was wearing a pair of black Adidas shorts with red stripes round the right leg and the familiar logo in white on the left leg, and a navy, red and white striped T-shirt. His blond hair was mostly cut fairly short, just a bit longer on top, and he was definitely in good shape! I found myself wondering what his willy looked like, then couldn't help giggling to myself -- was that really the first thing I thought when I saw a man for the first time now?! I listened hard to hear what he was saying: "...can easily get out of control if they're not pruned regularly -- I'd say this needs a serious haircut, right back to the basic framework on the trellis, then if you leave it alone for the rest of the year, you should get plenty more flowers again late next spring. Is this the white or purple-flowered variety?" He had an accent, but it wasn't like Jakob's, or Johan's, or even the new guys at the campsite. So Essex was probably in England, I reasoned. He drank a sip of tea from the mug Daddy must have made for him. "The purple one," Daddy said, smiling and raising his hand when he caught sight of me looking out of the window, through the snaking tendrils that were threatening to block out the light. "Hey there, Joshy! This is Sam, the guy I was telling you about -- he's going to help us out with the garden, starting by cutting the wisteria back so it doesn't take over the whole house!" I grinned and waved back: "Hello, Sam!" "Hi there!" the guy said, smiling up at me. I liked him better when he smiled -- he looked a tiny bit stern when he wasn't smiling. "This is my son Joshy," Daddy said. "He's staying with me for the summer, aren't you, champ?" I nodded, slightly taken aback to be reminded that I was only living with Daddy temporarily. He went on: "Get yourself showered and dressed, Joshy, and I'll sort your breakfast out as soon as Sam and I have finished working out what we're going to do with the garden!" Daddy and Sam turned round and started to walk away from the house, discussing the various things that could be done to get the garden back under control. I hurried outside as quickly as I could once I'd finished showering and had pulled on some clean clothes -- I wanted to make sure Sam knew he wasn't allowed to spoil my den under the big willow tree! He and Daddy were standing near the far end of the garden now, not far from the gap in the overgrown hedge. Sam was saying: "So you're happy with the idea of just having a few paths cut through the grass, and leaving the rest long for now?" "Yeah," Daddy said. "That'll leave Joshy with plenty of places to play and hide." He held his arms out to me as I ran over to them. "Don't worry, Joshy -- Sam's not going to do anything to your den!" "Good!" I exclaimed with a big grin. "I might even show him where it is, then!" "Well, shall we let Sam get to work, and we'll go and get you some breakfast?" I nodded, and Daddy held my hand and led me back towards the cottage. "See!" he said, smiling down at me. "I told you he wasn't an old gardener!" "He seems nice," I said, then paused for a moment. "Daddy...? Where's... Essex?" "Oh, Joshy... we're going to have to work on your geography! You know the lumpy bit on the side of England, with Norfolk at the top?" I nodded. "Well, Essex is at the bottom of the lumpy bit -- so not that far away at all, really!" As we made our way into the kitchen, Daddy said: "I'll phone Charlie's parents while you're having breakfast -- I was so busy I forgot all about it yesterday. It'll be good to sort out when he's coming, so you can have some company your own age here." "Okay," I said. I still felt a bit conflicted about the idea of Charlie coming to visit. I definitely wanted to see him again, because he was my best friend, but I didn't want to have to stop having adventures with my new grownup friends. While I was happily munching my way through a big bowl of Coco Pops, Daddy went off to make the phone call. I heard him talking in his office, then his voice got louder a few minutes later as he walked back into the kitchen: "...no, that's absolutely fine -- Matthew's more than welcome to stay the night. I can quite understand why you wouldn't want him to drive all the way from Cambridge and back in one day if he's only just passed his test. ... Yeah, that's great... I'll give you a call the night before, and I'll email the address for the satnav... Okay, speak soon!" Daddy ended the call, then sat down opposite me and said: "All sorted! Charlie's brother's going to drive him over on Friday, then stay the night before he goes back home. I didn't even know Charlie had an older brother!" I swallowed a mouthful of cereal before replying. "He's got a brother and a sister, but they're both much older than him. Matthew's alright, but he can be a bit mean sometimes -- when he gets cross with Charlie he calls him `Mummy's little accident', which makes Charlie sad." Daddy chuckled quietly to himself. I went on: "Which is a bit weird, really, because Charlie's really careful and hardly ever breaks anything..." I thought hard for a moment. "He did have an accident in school once, though, when he wet his shorts because he didn't ask if he could go to the toilet in time. Maybe that's what Matthew meant?" Daddy smiled and said: "Well, they're both driving over on Friday, so you'll have some company at last apart from your boring old dad!" I grinned up at him across the table: "You're not boring, Daddy! I love living here with you! I wish I could stay here forever and ever!" Daddy smiled, then he looked more serious and said: "Actually, Joshy, we need to have a little talk about that..." He pushed his chair back and patted his lap, and I ran round the table and jumped up. Daddy wrapped his arms round me and nuzzled my hair just above my left ear. "Joshy... you know what Brexit is, right?" I nodded. I didn't really know what it was, exactly, but I'd heard more than enough about it to last me a lifetime, even though I was only little. "Something that makes people mean and unhappy...?" I said. "That's pretty much it, champ... well..." Daddy took a deep breath before he went on: "I spoke to Mummy last night after you went to bed, and she told me she's been doing lots of thinking and making some big decisions. Basically, your granddad, Morfar, needs her around more than just over the summer -- he's not ill, exactly, he just needs more help around the house and so on. But the other reason is that Mummy said she's sick of silly Brexit people in England telling her to go back home, when she's been living here for over ten years and has been helping people get better at the hospital." I looked up at Daddy's face. "So she isn't coming back?" I asked in a sad little voice. "Well, she'll definitely be back in a few weeks' time, to sort things out, but no, she won't be coming back to live here again. There's no need for you to worry about anything at all -- but it does mean that we all need to have a proper talk about where you're going to live: here with me, or if you want to move to Sweden to live with Mummy." I probably replied far too quickly: "Here with you!" Daddy grinned and said: "I had a feeling you might say that! Joshy, but there's no need to decide quickly -- you can take your time to think about it. But if you do decide you'd like to live here with me, obviously we'd move all your toys and clothes and stuff here from Cambridge. And of course you can go and stay with Mummy whenever you want to -- your mum said she thought it was probably a good idea for you to learn more Swedish, in case Brexit turns out really badly and you need somewhere less screwed up to move to when you grow up." "I've been practicing my Swedish while I've been here, Daddy!" I exclaimed, too eager to show off to remember that Daddy wasn't supposed to know about Johan. I found myself wondering if Johan lived anywhere near my Swedish family... "Have you?" he asked curiously. "I mean, just singing Swedish songs and stuff," I quickly added. Daddy ruffled my hair, then kissed the top of my head. "Well, like I said, there's nothing for you to worry about at all -- we've got all summer to think about it, and Mummy and Daddy still love you more than anything in the world!" I leaned my head back and kissed Daddy's stubbly cheek, then wrapped my arms round him and gave him a big hug. "Love you more!" I said with a grin. "Bet you don't!" he said, smiling back at me. I thought for a moment, then said: "Daddy, I think I'm going to check that Sam isn't messing up my den..." "Okay, champ -- you do that! I'll be in my office if you need me -- I've got a busy week ahead. I'm starting to think I should take on an assistant to help me keep on top of things!" I jumped down and headed towards the door, then changed my mind and ran upstairs instead to fetch Best Teddy, so that he could guard my den for me when I went off to meet Adam later that morning. I found Sam working on the other side of a huge pile of branches and tendrils he'd already cut off the plant that was growing up the wall of the cottage towards my bedroom window. He stopped when he caught sight of me. "Hi there, Joshy!" he said with a big smile. "Hello," I said, rather shyly. "I'm just pruning the wisteria so it doesn't take over the house entirely!" he said. "If I cut it right back to the trellis, you could even use it as a secret escape route in and out of your bedroom!" My eyes opened wide when I realised what he meant! The trellis formed a perfect little ladder up the wall, all the way to my bedroom window! "Wow!" I said with a broad grin. "That would be so cool!" I stared up at it. It looked very high, but it probably wasn't any higher than the climbing-frame I liked playing on in my favourite park back home in Cambridge, so it probably wasn't that high up really. "Only kidding, Joshy -- for goodness sake, please don't try it or I'll get into trouble!" Sam said. "I won't," I promised, but I made sure I had the fingers of my right hand crossed behind my back, because Charlie had told me that if you did that, a promise didn't really count. Sam turned back towards the plant and snipped another long tendril off with the secateurs. As he reached up to grab the next piece, I noticed that he had a little cluster of star tattoos on the inside of his right arm -- they looked really cool! I smiled to myself, thinking how silly I had been, worrying that we were going to get a really old, grumpy gardener! Sam was great -- very handsome, and he seemed to be even younger than Adam and his friends. I wasn't really sure how that could be possible, but he certainly looked younger than them. I was starting to get a bit bored just watching, so I scampered off to put Best Teddy in my den so he could stand guard while I was gone. I tidied things up in there for a bit, then decided to go back and see what Sam was doing now. He was where I had left him, still cutting the wisteria back. I watched him work for a while, taking surreptitious glances at his shorts and legs. They didn't look as hairy as most of the men I'd played grownup games with, but maybe that was because he had fair hair? His calves and shins looked quite fuzzy. I wondered what they would feel like if I stroked them... His shorts weren't tight enough for me to be able to tell how big his willy was, but there was definitely a bulge in the front of them! Sam kept smiling at me every so often, and I couldn't help wondering if he might like to play grownup games with me too? I giggled to myself, because it was obviously silly to imagine that *every* man I met would want to play special games with me! But on the other hand, it felt sooooo nice when they did, and all the men I had played with seemed to enjoy themselves an awful lot when they did play willy games with me, so perhaps Sam would like to play as well...? "Hey, Joshy -- where's the best place to put this pile of stuff? Your dad said something about the back of the outhouses?" I leapt into action, pleased to be able to do something useful. "I'll show you! It's down here!" I said, leading the way down into the garden. Sam gathered up an armful of wisteria clippings and followed after me. I led him down the main path Daddy and I had trodden through the overgrown grass, then veered off to the right at the end of the row of ramshackle sheds and outbuildings. That part of the garden had obviously been used as a dumping ground for a while now -- there was a rusty old water tank, the remains of an ancient wheelbarrow, a rusty metal thing that Daddy had said was used for having bonfires in (he'd promised to let me help him have a bonfire one day!), and an old concrete bunker thingy with a slightly sloping roof that was for keeping coal in, only we didn't use coal anymore. Sam followed me behind the outbuildings, then heaved the garden waste into the long grass and thistles. He looked around as he brushed his hands. "This would make a pretty good den too!" he said. I looked round and nodded -- yes, it would work quite well: it was hidden from view from the house, and you'd be able to see if anyone was coming too close. "Do you think your dad would mind if I did a wee round here?" Sam said. "That tea's gone straight through me -- didn't have time for any breakfast this morning." "He wouldn't mind!" I said, eager to see what Sam's willy looked like. "Daddy and me do wees all over the place!" I added, then laughed when I realised what I'd just said, even though Sam couldn't possibly have any idea what I was thinking! Sam smiled down at me, then said: "Sure? Don't want to get into any trouble!" "No, it's fine," I said. "Anyway, I need to do a wee too!" With that, I walked over to the corner of the coal bunker and pushed my shorts down. My little willy popped out, and I jutted my hips forward and concentrated on trying to do a wee. Sam looked down at me, then shrugged and came over and stood next to me. I watched as he slipped his black Adidas shorts down and pulled his willy out. I glanced up at it. It looked lovely! It wasn't hard or anything, but it looked like it was about the same size as Liam's -- quite long, and very thick! As I watched, he pulled the fleshy foreskin back from the end of his willy, revealing the dark pink head. He looked up and stared into the bushes as his wee began to splash on the leaves. "So, Joshy, do you go down and play on the beach much?" he asked. "Must be great living so close to it!" I grunted unhappily: "No, Daddy says I'm not allowed to go down there on my own, because the water's dangerous. But I wouldn't even *go* in the sea! It would just be nice to play in the sand!" "Maybe he doesn't want you playing on a nudist beach!" Sam said with a chuckle. I stared up at him. "A *what* beach?" He looked down at me. "A nudist beach! One where people don't wear any clothes! It's not an official nudist beach or anything, but most people round here know about it and aren't really that bothered. There are never too many people there anyway, and there are plenty of dunes and secluded places if people want to strip off and get an all-over tan!" Wow! But surely that wasn't why Daddy didn't want me playing on the beach? He and Mummy had never seemed bothered about nudity, so maybe he was worried about the water and the tides after all -- he had told me that the beach dropped away quite sharply a little way out to sea, and that you could easily find yourself out of your depth if you weren't careful. Then it occurred to me that Daddy might not even know it was a nudist beach! My little willy started to get stiff as I thought about lots of men lying around on the beach and walking about with no clothes on! I would have to find some way of sneaking down onto the beach to have a look! "I don't know if Daddy knows about it -- he hasn't really lived here that long..." I suggested tentatively. "Have you been there? Have you seen the nudies?" I added, eager to know more. "Not yet, but I keep thinking about going," Sam said. He had almost finished weeing now, and I started to worry that he was going to put his willy away. I jutted my hips even more, showing off my stiff little willy, the pink tip sticking out slightly from the end of my foreskin. Sam glanced down and noticed, and said: "Looks like the idea of a nudist beach has had an effect, eh, little guy?" I nodded. And grinned up at Sam. "Is yours getting stiff too?" I said, turning my head and staring at his crotch. Sam chuckled. "Maybe just a bit, I guess," he admitted. His willy definitely looked a bit stiffer than it had done when he was weeing -- I could see more of the pink head as he slowly slipped the fleshy skin back with his fingers. I grinned up at his face again. "Sam...?" "Yeah, Joshy?" "Do you ever play grownup games?" He looked down at me curiously. "Grownup games?" "You know... the sort of games grownups play with each other! They're my favourite games now!" Sam had an incredulous look on his face now, part amused and part disbelieving. "Oh Joshy... you don't mean what I think you mean, do you...?!" I nodded my head eagerly. "I haven't been playing grownup games for very long, but I've been getting as much practice as I can, every day! The men I've been playing them with say I'm quite good at it... but I don't know if that's true..." I frowned to myself. "Maybe they're just trying to be nice...?" I wondered out loud. I didn't think that was true, though -- Adam and Johan and the others all seemed to think I was quite good at playing grownup games, so I probably didn't have anything to worry about. "So..." Sam began, still a little unsure of how to respond. But his willy was definitely still getting bigger, and he wasn't showing any sign of wanting to put it away. His eyes were darting about, looking to see if anyone could see us. "It's alright," I said quickly. "Daddy's working, and if he did come out to look for me, he'd probably go and look in my secret den first -- he definitely wouldn't look round here!" Very slowly, I raised my left hand and brushed the back of it against Sam's gradually swelling willy. He was still looking round nervously. "I don't know, Joshy... I mean, what if someone saw us...?" "No-one's going to see us!" I said. The head of Sam's cock was sticking out of the skin at the end of his willy now, and it looked so lovely that I couldn't help it -- I leaned over and licked it with my tongue, then slipped it into my mouth and started to suck and lap at it. Sam let out a deep groan of surprise, then said: "Oh shit...! Joshy, we really shouldn't be doing this... I mean, I'm... and you're..." I glanced up at his face, and saw him close his eyes and lean his head back. He slowly put his right hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me further onto his stiffening willy. "Shit, you're good at that, Joshy!" he said as I lapped and slurped at his willy, taking it deeper into my mouth as I held the base with my little fingers. He wasn't as long as Johan or Gabe, but he was as thick as them, and the swollen head of his cock was soon jabbing at the back of my throat. I felt it pulse between my lips, then the wonderful taste of precum spread through my little mouth. I took a deep breath and swallowed, taking Sam's oozing cockhead into my throat. "Holy fuck!" Sam groaned. "You weren't kidding, were you?! Damn, you're good at this!" I moved my hands to the back of Sam's bum and slowly eased his shorts down over his buttocks, then down over his thighs until they fell in a puddle around his trainers. I ran my hands back up over his lightly haired thighs, then moved them to his taut buttocks and used them to pull his cock even deeper into my throat. I could feel Sam's thick cock pulse again as it released more of the sticky precum into my mouth and throat. It tasted so lovely, all sweet and slippery. I swallowed several times, making my throat ripple around the fat head of Sam's cock, and making him groan loudly with pleasure. I didn't want to let him slip out of my throat, but I was running out of air -- very reluctantly, I pulled back slightly and the end of his throbbing cock slipped out into my mouth, and I breathed in deeply through my nose, inhaling the masculine smell of Sam's blond pubic hair and a faint trace of shower gel. Sam stroked my hair with both hands. "Damn, mate, you really are something!" he said incredulously in a low voice. He paused for a moment, then said: "So... what other grownup games do you play with your friends?" I slid my mouth off his fat cock and grinned up at him. "All sorts of games!" I said in an oddly high voice. I clamped my lips around his throbbing cockhead again, and slipped it straight back into my throat, tasting the precum as it spread around my mouth. As I sucked and lapped at Sam's beautiful cock, I was trying to work out what other grownup games he might like to play with me... My little bum was feeling very empty after all the excitement of the past few days, but I wasn't sure how I could persuade Sam to put his willy in my little bumhole. Then I had an idea! I pulled off Sam's cock and stroked his thick foreskin over the wet cockhead with my fingers as I looked up at him. "Sam, can you sit down on the coal thingy?" He stepped out of his shorts and walked over to the coal bunker, then turned round and leaned back against the edge of the sloping concrete top, with his hands holding the edge on either side of him. "Mmm...," I said as I moved over to stand in front of him. "Can you sit up on it?" Sam pushed himself up with his hands and his bum landed on the concrete top of the old bunker. I put my hands on his knees and gently pushed them apart, and found myself staring straight at his big cock and balls! I leaned forward and licked at his lightly haired balls, then ran my tongue up the length of his throbbing willy and slipped the slippery cockhead back in my mouth. Sam leaned back with another groan, resting his weight on his left arm as he pulled me deeper onto his cock with his right hand. Him leaning back gave me better access to his crotch, and I was able to slide his oozing cockhead deeper into my throat, making him groan even louder. I stroked the inside of Sam's toned thighs as I sucked his beautiful cock, thinking how lucky I was to have found another handsome man to play with! I wondered what his spunk would taste like, but I would probably have to wait for another day before I found that out, because I hoped I was going to be able to get Sam to shoot his stuff inside my little bum! Sam's cock was as stiff as any of the other cocks I had played with, twitching and throbbing as I sucked and licked at it, moving his foreskin up and down using just my throat muscles. He was groaning loudly and pulling my head deeper onto his cock now, so I realised I was going to have to stop sucking him if I wanted to play any other games with him! He let out a slight sigh of disappointment as I slowly pulled off his cock and gave his throbbing cockhead a big kiss as I grinned up at his handsome face. "Fucking hell, Joshy... I almost shot my load down your throat! Damn, you're so good at that!" I smiled at the praise as I quickly shrugged my own shorts off and stepped out of them. My stiff little willy was twitching and jerking like mad, and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to get the tingles today! "Can you keep sucking me, Joshy? I swear, it won't take me long to shoot!" I shook my head and grinned at him, then put my hands on the edge of the top of the coal bunker and tried to heave myself up onto it. It was a bit too high for me and I fell back onto the ground again. Frustrated, I looked round and found an old bucket -- I pulled it over to the coal bunker, turned it over, and used it to help me climb up next to Sam. The concrete felt a bit cold under my bum and I let out a little squeal of surprise. "Okay, Joshy -- so now we're both sitting on top of an old coal bunker with out stiff willies out -- now what?" Sam said with a laugh, ruffling my hair with his left hand. I leaned over and took the head of his throbbing willy back into my mouth, making it as slippery as I could. Sam leaned back and groaned with pleasure, and I ran one hand up under his T-shirt to stroke his chest. Unlike most of my other grownup friends, Sam didn't have any hair on his chest. I found his left nipple and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger as I suckled on his fat cock. While Sam had his head leant back and was groaning with pleasure, I quickly popped his cock out of my mouth and spat in my left hand, then rubbed the saliva around my little bumhole, hoping that would be enough to let Sam's big cock slide inside me, seeing as I didn't have any of the slippery stuff. Then, before Sam had time to object, I quickly stood up on top of the coal bunker and swung my left foot across Sam's waist, facing his head. Sam looked up at me and smiled, then stared at my stiff, twitching willy and said: "You want me to suck yours now, then, Joshy?" He reached his hands up to hold my hips and began to guide me towards his face, but I shook my head and resisted. He frowned and looked up at me quizzically. I grinned as I quickly squatted down and reached behind me with my right hand -- I found Sam's thick cock and held it up so it was pointing straight at my little hole. "Oh shit..." Sam said, looking up at my face, wide-eyed. "You're not seriously going to..." He didn't have time to finish the sentence before I squatted down a bit further, and the head of his cock hit my hole, then -- after a bit of concentration -- popped into my little bum! We both let out a sigh as his huge cockhead slid inside me, then Sam gazed up at me with a look of astonishment on his face. "Holy fuck, mate... I'm... You... I don't believe this...! You're sitting on my fucking cock! Holy fuck... that feels soooo fucking good!" I grinned and pushed back a bit more, and Sam reached up and took hold of my waist and guided me down onto his thick cock, pushing his hips up to meet me. He groaned loudly as his cock sank deeper into me, and I let out a little gurgling squeak as his fat cockhead pushed through my inner sphincter, deep into my guts. When Sam was completely embedded inside me and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my little bum, I breathed out and rested my hands on Sam's chest, pushing his T-shirt up so I could play with his nipples some more. Sam raised his head and tucked his T-shirt behind his neck to keep it out of the way. Very slowly, I raised my little bum a bit, letting part of Sam's cock slide out of my hole again, then sat back down on it hard, making us both groan out loud. "Fuck, Joshy... I can't believe I'm actually fucking your little arse! I mean, you're..." Sam's voice tailed off as I rose up off his cock and sank back down again, doing it over and over again, gradually picking up speed. I changed position slightly so that the thick shaft of his cock was raking across the little tingle button in my bum each time it slid in and out of me, and let out a low moan as I felt it hit the mark -- yes, that was what I was looking for! I closed my eyes and sighed... it felt sooooo lovely! Sam opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Fucking hell, Joshy... you really are a very naughty boy, aren't you?! How the hell did you get so good at this?!" "My new friends have been helping me! We play lots of grownup games together!" I swivelled my hips and took his cock even deeper into my guts, sighing as it punched through my inner sphincter again. Sam was holding my hips tightly now, moving me up and down his thick cock faster and faster, harder and harder. I didn't want to admit it, but my legs were starting to feel a bit tired from the position I was squatting in, and I started to ride Sam's cock more slowly until eventually I stopped and rubbed my aching thighs. "Getting tired, mate?" Sam said, looking up at me with a smile. "Hold on, let's change position..." With that, he sat up, with me still impaled on his fat cock, and tucked one arm round my back. He shuffled us closer to the edge of the coal bunker, then told me to wrap my arms round his neck. I clasped my hands together, and he took his hand away from my back and tucked his arms under my knees, then reached round behind my back to clasp them together. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. Sam slid us off the coal bunker and landed squarely on his feet. It wasn't much of a drop, but the force of the landing still pushed me deeper onto his cock and we both let out a loud groan as the head rammed even further inside me. "Fuck, that feels good," Sam whispered in my ear. Using his arms, he moved my little body up and down on his thick cock, picking me up until I could feel the flared head pulling at my little hole, then ramming me back down on it. The head punched through my inner sphincter over and over again, and I closed my eyes and heard myself start to make a guttural wailing sound. I could feel the tingles starting to happen, and tried to bounce myself up and down even harder. "Shhh!" Sam said, slowing his thrusts until I stopped making a noise and the tingles subsided. "We really, really don't want to get caught doing this!" he said. I blinked at him, shaken out of my daze, and nodded -- no, I really didn't want to get caught with Sam's big willy up my bum! Because then he probably wouldn't be allowed to come back, and I really didn't want that to happen! Sam turned us round, then he very gently laid me back until I was lying on top of the old coal bunker with just part of my bum sticking over the edge. It was just the right height for him to keep fucking me like that! I let go of Sam's neck and he straightened up, then he took a firm grip of my ankles with each and spread my legs apart. "Fuck, you look so cute like that, Joshy!" he said, smiling down at me. Without taking his eyes off me, he very slowly pulled his cock out of me until only the swollen head was left in my bum, then pushed it back inside, slowly but very firmly, until I felt it pop through my inner sphincter again and into my guts. I let out a low groan. Sam began to push in and out of my bum, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder. His cock was grazing my little tingle button the whole time now, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before he made me feel really good. I was being jolted about on the concrete lid of the coal bunker, and reached down with my hands to cling onto the edge as Sam thrust into me. He shifted his grip on my ankles so that the backs of his hands were facing each other, then spread my legs, pushing them as far apart as they would go -- I don't know why, but for some reason the strain on the tendons in my groin made the pleasure of his thrusts even more intense. Sam was slamming his cock into me harder and harder, and there was a sheen of sweat across his toned chest now. I clung onto the edge of the coal bunker tightly to stop myself being jolted backwards as he hammered into my little hole. "Joshy..." he panted breathlessly. "I'm not going to last much longer... Can I...? I mean, is it alright if I...?" I nodded up at him eagerly. "Yes! Please, shoot your stuff inside me, Sam! I love it when that happens, it makes me feel all warm and gooey and special!" "Fucking hell," Sam said quietly to himself, then took an even firmer grip on my ankles and really began to piston in and out of my little hole. The pressure on my little button was intense now, and I could feel the tingles building up relentlessly. I started to sigh and moan, but did my best to make as little noise as possible. When the blond gardener's thrusts became so violent that his cock was pulling all the way out of my little bumhole before plunging deep back into my guts, punching through my little hole and second sphincter each time, my little body tipped over the edge and I felt the electrical storm blast through all my nerves again, and my little legs tensed and strained against Sam's firm grip as my hole clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock. I couldn't touch my little willy because I was still holding onto the edge of the coal bunker, but it was bobbing and twitching and throbbing like mad as the tingles rolled through me. "Oh fuck!" Sam exclaimed, and his breathing became laboured as he picked up speed even more, fighting to punch through my violently spasming hole, and then, with a loud grunt, stopped for a fraction of a second with his cock embedded deep inside me. I felt the first blast of cum fire into my guts, then he rammed his cock back into me again and again, each time shooting a jet of spunk deep inside me. When Sam's tingles eventually stopped, he let out a deep sigh and slumped down on top of me for a few moments, then he raised his head and ruffled my hair as he grinned down at me. "Fucking hell, Joshy... that was fucking brilliant! Thank fuck no-one saw us!" He looked suddenly nervous again. "Shit, I'd better get back to work, or your dad will think I'm a really lazy bastard!" He slipped his slowly softening willy out of my spunk-filled hole, pulled his T-shirt down again, then leaned over to pull his shorts back on. I was still lying on top of the coal bunker, and Sam leaned forward to lift me down. He brushed my T-shirt clean, then helped me put my shorts on. "Are you okay, mate? I mean... that was pretty intense!" I grinned up at him and nodded happily. "Yeah!" I exclaimed. "It's my favourite, best ever game now!" "That was... well, that was something else, Joshy. Fuck, I'd love to do that again with you!" "Good!" I said. "That way you'll have to keep helping us with the garden!" "Oh shit, Joshy... I really have got to get back to work... You're sure you're okay?" I nodded again, and he smiled back at me, then slipped out from our little hiding place and made his way back up to the terrace, where he carried on sorting out the wisteria. I stood behind the outhouses for a few minutes, unsure of what to do next. Part of me wanted to rush off to the abandoned toilet block and tell Adam what had just happened, but it was still a bit early for that. I wondered if there was time to sneak down onto the beach to see if I could find any of the men with no clothes on, but there probably wasn't enough time for that. So I decided to go and play in my den for a while instead, and check if any of Sam's spunk was leaking out of my bum -- maybe I would be able to taste it after all! I made my way down the garden towards the big willow tree, and let out a loud yelp of surprise as I parted the branches and was about to creep inside. Adam! He was grinning broadly at me. "Well, little guy, that looked like fun!" I stared at him for a moment, then ran over to give him a big hug. "Did you see?! That was Sam, our gardener! He's not an old gardener at all, but a really nice one!" "Yeah, a *really* nice one, from what I could see!" Adam laughed quietly. "He gave me the tingles and everything, and he's got a really nice willy!" I exclaimed excitedly. "That's great, Joshy, because the reason I came to find you was to say that I'm really sorry, but Liam and I have got to go into Norwich today, so we won't be able to meet up in the toilet like we arranged. Then Liam wants to meet up with a friend who lives there, so we'll probably end up staying the night." My excitement faded in an instant and I pouted at him unhappily. "What do you have to go there for?" I asked. "Well, it's a surprise! It's an idea Liam had when he was in Cromer yesterday -- it's actually to get a surprise present for you! He wasn't able to find what he wanted in Cromer, though, so we're going to Norwich to see if we can find it there." "A surprise present?! Yay!" I yelped. Then I thought for a moment. "Will I like it?" Adam grinned at me and raised his eyebrows. "Oh yes, Joshy, I'm pretty sure you're going to love it! It's just the sort of thing you're going to need for a really special game Liam and I have been thinking about! But it does mean that I haven't got much time this morning, I'm afraid. So it's a good thing that Sam was able to play with you today!" I nodded happily. "And besides," Adam went on, "I wanted to pop in and have a word with your dad." I frowned. "With Daddy? Why? How do you know Daddy?" Adam glanced away at the willow branches and said: "Oh, we ran into each other, we got talking about architecture, and he said to call in if I was ever nearby, so that's what I'm doing..." His voice sounded a bit weird, the way grownups sometimes do when they'd rather you didn't ask any more questions. I was too curious to stop though: "Why were you talking to Daddy about architecture?" I demanded. "Because that's what I'm studying at university! I must have told you that, surely? That's why the farmer mentioned that there was an architect living nearby when we first arrived!" "Oh... okay," I said, still a bit confused. I was sure Adam had never said what subject he was studying. "To be honest, I'm not enjoying it all that much at the moment, I've been thinking about taking a bit of a break. I really need to figure out if I want to go back to college in the autumn after all." "Oh," was all I could think of to say. Then I remembered the most important thing Adam had told me. "So will I definitely like the surprise present?" "Yep! Hundred per cent certain, you're going to love it! And if this works out the way Liam and I hope it will, you're going to have the best time ever!" "Ever?" "Yep!" He grinned at me. I couldn't help grinning back. "Is it a grownup plan?" I asked, with the emphasis firmly on "grownup". "It's a *very* grownup plan!" Adam said, with an even bigger grin. "Good!" I exclaimed happily. "Okay, Joshy -- I wish I had time to play in your den again, but I'd better have a quick word with your dad, then I need to get going if Liam and I are going to find your special present today! I'll try to find you tomorrow, if we're back in time!" He leaned forward and gave me a proper grownup kiss, then he crawled over to the branches and slipped out of my den. I watched through the leaves as he walked up towards the house and went into the kitchen, stopping briefly to say hello to Sam on the way. I slipped my shorts off and put my right hand behind me to feel my little hole. I looked over at Best Teddy, who was sitting propped up against the tree trunk. "What on earth was that all about?" I asked him in bemusement, before slipping one finger inside my bum, then putting it in my mouth to see what Sam's spunk tasted like. e He End of part 15. Hope you liked it, and that it was worth the wait! Sorry, another big gap -- I haven't got much time for writing at the moment. 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