A warm afternoon sun, cast through the greenhouse, while I was watering. Amidst a lush jungle of foliage and the steady whine of circulating fans, it was peaceful and I was startled when I felt a swat over my ass. I turned to find Eric, grinning and very proud of himself.
"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me. But... I like it when you drop by... what's up?"
"Well... sorry to freak you out, but you do look hot in those jeans and... that t-shirt... fuckkk!"
"That's always good to hear from my boyfriend... you know. And you can keep it up, but you're going to have to do better than that."
"Anyway... I wanted to surprise you and take you out for a beer," he said, trying to smooth things over, with a sexy grin. "Here... before I forget," he handed me the key. "To get in here, I used the one you had at my place."
"Just keep it... maybe you can visit more often. I'm about done and we can take off."
He trailed his fingers over my crotch, "You know... this here is what I really need... so fuckin' horny... almost used a dildo."
I smiled, "That's a great line."
"Well its true... but this's a lot better... come here," he said, pulling me closer to push his tongue through my lips. I fell back to sit among plants, on the bench, and we made-out. Wrapping his lips over mine, he forcefully kissed and squeezed at the growing bulge, in my jeans. Unable to contain his needs, he stroked hard over the outlined shaft, while moaning and making out. He grabbed me by the hips and held me tighter, pressing his swollen cock against mine.
It wasn't long before he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt and worked my pants down to my wellies. Kneeling and using both hands, he slipped the underwear down and tenderly worshipped the hard cock, as it sprang forward. Now arching, thick and hard, over my belly and swaying just inches from his face, his gaze focused. He smiled at the sight of his prize, his boyfriend's rock-hard cock, topped with a tiny liquid pearl.
He gently stroked the shaft, yearning for its thickness, its weight and its taste; then he cradled the balls in his hand and watched the pearl grow. He pushed me back further and took it with both hands, slowly closing his fingers around its throbbing girth. He stared up at me, as he ran his hands up and down over the shaft. He licked the sugar, sliding down over the head, and I moaned as it passed through his lips and his tongue circled the head. I put a hand on the back of his head and pushed him deeper. With his mouth stretched tight, he responded by gorging himself and pushing harder, to feel the swollen head push at his throat.
His hands grabbed for my hips, while I fucked his mouth, pumping slow before the full-on thrusts that we both needed. I knew he was ready and grabbed, with both hands, to hold his head steady; I fucked through his lips, punching hard at his throat. I felt him gurgle, as my dick slammed at the warm fleshy, limit. As always, we celebrated our mutual need... with his hands digging into my hips and mine gripping his head, we fucked till I was at the very brink. "Uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh... fuck yeah... Eric... fuck yeah... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... closer... gotta pull out... or... fuck... I'm gonna shoot... fuck."
Dripping with spit, I finally pull out, with a strand hanging from the tip and a matching one, hanging from his lip. Catching his breath, and sporting a big, sexy grin, "Now, let me ride it, dude... I really need some!"
Still in my wellies, with pants bunched at my knees, I started to pull off the boots and he grinned, "Leave'm on... don't take'm off... fuck me in your boots. It's fuckin' hot!"
"What?"
"Their sexy in a tool-belt kind-of-way... just fuck me! You know... yer my big-dick gardener... and... and I want you to fuck me with your boots on."
"You got it... I got big, gardener dick, ready for the gardener's hot boyfriend." He moved closer and spread his ass; he looked back with that smile, again, and I kissed his cheek. I poked the muscle, spread more spit over my dick and teased him by dragging the shaft over the tight hole. His groans spread through the greenhouse, as I pulled him back to split open his muscled ass, driving deep into his belly.
Needing that moment to get use to the pulsing flesh, pushing at his insides, he pushed back into me for a few seconds before rolling his hips. Hot with the uniquely male pleasure of welcoming his man's cock, he groaned, "Fuckkkkkk... Rob... that's fuckkkking... mmmmm... perfect!"
I grabbed hold of his ass and he started pumping his body up and down over me, stroking my dick with his insides. The muscle, stretched tight, rippled over my dick, sending a sensory explosion through both of us. Time and time again, 4... 5... or 6 inches emerged, only to plow back into his body, as he impaled himself.
With his hips bouncing faster and our moans growing in intensity, we moved in unison and my cock stirred his insides. His breathing got labored; he whimpered and begged for me to fuck harder. Yearning for cock, he moaned, "Fuck yeah... fuck harder... uhhhh... fuck me... fuck me... uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh... fuck me, harder... yesssssssss... yesssssss!"
Obsessed with need, he wanted more... and needed more. He took over completely and slammed his body down over my dick, bouncing... pushing harder to pick up the pace. With a hard cock stretching his ass, his cock raged and his needs exploded; I couldn't help but reach around and stroke his dick, as he rode mine.
I said, "Let's do it there." I pushed a couple begonias aside to bend him over the bench and he immediately spread his legs. I moved closer to smack at his ass and push back in, "Maybe that'll teach you to not startle your boyfriend, in the future."
I swatted a couple more times with a little more force and he squealed, "Yeah... mmmmmm... spank my ass... spank it... spank me harder... uhhhh... uhhhh... fuck me harder... fuck me... fuck me with that big gardener dick... punish me... punish me with it... uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh!"
I laughed, "You're enjoying this too much... but so am I." I continued swatting at the firm, muscled cheeks and pumping, balls-deep, into smokin' hot ass. Aroused by my dominance, his ass worshipped my dick and the sting of my hand. He moaned "Yeaaaaaa, fuck me, daddy... gardener daddy... spank me... I'm yer little cock-slut." In the dom role, my dick always feels bigger... and harder. I know it isn't possible; it's just fucking hot... and it feels so good.
He squealed as I buried it deep, "Mmmmm... that's what I need... my man's dick... fuck... it feels soooooo good!" I was in complete control... my rock-hard masculinity, stretched him wide and I was fucking deep into his belly. He moaned and gasped for breath, as I gained momentum and my balls slapped over his, his whole body shuddering from each pounding impact.
I felt my butt flex tight as I humped into his body, pummeling that irresistible ass and playfully slapping his butt cheeks. Eric moaned, "Fuck... oh fuck... your cock's so big... perfect... perfect in my ass... so deep... fuck me deep... deep. Cum in me... cum in me like last time... wanna feel it in my ass... fill me with cum... give it to me... give it to me... please, daddy... give it to me!"
