My first real job, after having gotten a degree for horticulture, was in a large commercial nursery in Jersey, Isle of Wight.
I was eager to learn all I could about tropical plants especially, and for my first month, employed by a well known horticultural firm, I was apprenticing under the auspices of Jon Hussy -in one of the large greenhouses. Jon knew all there was to know about tropical flora (and more too I soon discovered!) and could give me the practical experience so valuable to me.
I liked Jon very much, although he was Bi he brought out the flora of my true sexuality which, until then, I was not sure of.
I knew that my leaning was more to the masculine of my species and felt akin to many of my fellow masculine students at college, but never like this, Jon had a certain calm and kindness about him that I found very appealing and strangely sexual.
He also had a gem of a figure, slim and wiry which I liked and he always greeted me in the mornings with a rapturous smile.
Me thinking what a shame he was married, he had a kid too, so I came to the painful decision that dear Jon would never be mine.
But one morning, when he was showing me the art of pollinating cucumbers, all that brushing and the like which I found very alluring, , like with a very tiny what is called a pollinating brush, - one strokes the flower of the male species and then very gently transfers the almost invisible pollen to the flower of the female.
"And before you know it Pete," he said to me," you have a baby cucumber starting. " For me - just to think I was responsible for that new growth was real job satisfaction, and then to see it grow into a sturdy ripe cucumber was the true satisfaction of what this occupation is all about."
Secretly I was thinking just how nice it would be to see Jon grow into those skin tight gabardines.
Was I really thinking that? He certainly must have had an effect on me.
That really is what set our lovely relationship off. I could not get over his enthusiasm, he actually talked to the various species of plants, teasing and smoothing the stalks and leaves and even the flower buds and petals with a so very gently touch ,which made me all of a jelly like inside.
He noticed, did Jon, I could see he was pondering deep in thought. Next time he touched a plant I did too, it was one of the new geranium species he said they were procuring , they are not blessed by their scent but the flowers seems to last forever. His was a deep pink variety and mine was white.
"You know something, Pete - there is something about sturdy plants as these that make me hope that my virility can last so long. He stopped stroking and turned to me, his expression full of a love beam I had not known before, not from a guy anyway - and I could feel there was lust there too and then it just happened, like it was meant to be, no awkwardness, no intimidation - it just simply seemed right - and when he brushed my right cheek, first with his fingers and then his lips I felt a certain wondrous warmth enter my being.
It was beautiful, it was divine, it was sensual and so very arousing - I knew I had a very definite swelling come below as dear Jon pursued to brush kiss my lips in a way which was so very sensual. I closed my eyes to take in the moment and then I felt something so very wonderful begin to caress me below. I shuddered thinking for a moment this was wrong, like this, with another guy, at work? - but he was not about to stop what he was doing so wonderfully, he just said for me to chill and enjoy as there he was, slipping down to his knees, me facing him leant against the bench.
"You had better keep your eyes alert, Pete - we should be okay behind the large aspidistra, but just keep your eyes open for Mr Collins Huh?" ( Mr Collins was the supervisor )
I was not sure if I should be alarmed or condescending when he started to unzip my jeans. He said he would love to remove them but that would be too risky if anyone suddenly came in. He sort of winkled me out from beneath my briefs and between my unzipped jeans despite the swell. He stretched it back to reveal my crimson plum and I heard him moan as he sniffed me.
"But Jon, you are married I thought?"
"I am, Pete but I am also Bi and there are certain things that Patricia cannot be for me."
My brain was staring to wander at that stage, on feeling what he was so wonderfully doing to me, and what he said seemed to make it aright.
I was about to enjoy the most wonderful divine oral delight that was to change my whole life, it was the start something so very exciting and good, and just standing there, feeling his enjoyment of me, and mine of him, was something beyond description.
My most intimate parts were being treated to the same touch that sweet Jon gave to his plants, he whispered that I was like a new cucumber growing in his hand - but much, much warmer and so gorgeously flexible, and then he complimented me on the texture which he said was so wonderful and inspiring and like silk touch. I knew then I just wanted to be all cock and balls for him as he helped himself to me, his warm mouth and inquisitive tongue exploring me as he stretched back my foreskin right to the end this time and licked the head of my presentation until I felt something wondrous was going to happen..
"Pete," he whispered taking a breather from what he was doing, his face all flushed, come, sit on the edge of the bench for me and open wide Huh. Let me enjoy you to the full. - only mind that very big Cactus, we don't want that pricking you do we?" he chuckled and I loved that, the way he chuckled as he kneeled again to comfort himself between my legs, his fingers stroking inside my thighs, running up along the seam of my jeans, reaching the opening of my unzipped jeans which he had now stretched back to reveal a good helping of me - and beginning to cup my balls so sensually with his hands together and his mouth so slowly and beautifully sucking me.
He occasionally paused to take breath whispering words which made me all the more horny, like how he loved to suck sweet young cock, how he adored the smell and taste of cock.
I was in a dream world. I really was enjoying the new wonderful sensations of sex with this wonderful sweet guy who just kept on sucking and sucking me in all sorts of positions I could never have imagined. Looking up at me now and again, showing me how his cheeks bulged full of cock and how he moved the head inside my mouth, rubbing the sensual part against the roof of his mouth for extra sensuality which I just adored.
He said for me to watch as he took the whole of my length into his mouth, it felt so good, he must have almost been swallowing me to get it in that far.
Taking another breather he complimented me on my lovely cock, asking if I was okay. I think my expression told him that because came that wondrous smile again as he leaned up to kiss me on the lips, then a new sensation, tasting myself in his kiss, the taste I knew so much after those mad, mad masturbations given the imagery of lustful imaginings, and sniffing the scent of fuck in the palm of my hand after a good hearty stiff wank.
Now I had no need to imagine any more, this was the real thing and how.
"Jon" I interrupted with some urgency as he wrapped his tongue around my cock starting to play with my p-hole.
He paused. Looked up.
"I'm about to cum." I warned thinking he would not like that in his face.