Since the day I became the Morrisons' gardener, their eighteen year old son Noah had captured a great deal of my attention. For the past two months, I had watched him(secretly through my window, of course) strut out his buoyant confidence before my prying eyes as he made for his car before leaving for school.
Though he had this striking boyish look, I knew he was now eighteen since I could still remember, on the day I took the job, his mother introducing him to me as having had just turned 18 a few weeks earlier. So he was now a few months into adulthood which was an endorsement enough to fantasize as much as I want about him.
As the gardener, I rarely had any chance talking to the boy and the boy had never shown any interest in talking to me either which was not a surprise to me: how could a mere classless black gardener catch the attention of a classy suburban boy. So I thought, until that one particular Saturday when the line between fantasy and reality vanished into the innocent unsuspecting sunny morning.
It was early that Saturday morning when I was in the backyard busy trimming some shrubs as I savoured the breezy morning sun. That's when fate through a bombshell of a surprise at me: from around the corner of the imposing Morrison mansion, my eyes picked a novel sight that sent my heart vibrating. It was the boy prying on me from the corner of the house but as soon as he realized that I had seen him, he coiled back and vanished behind the white walls. Though I could hardly believe my eyes, I knew what I had seen and something in me was sure that the boy had not gone far from that corner but would throw another attempt to satisfy his curiosities(whatever they were). What a special morning it was! A staggering two months of being invisible(as far as I was concerned) to the young man only to wake up to see the boy invading my space. My dazzled mind couldn't figure out anything peculiar around that could have aroused the boy's curiosity. Maybe it was me and just the thought made my heart beat faster. What about me? Though I was ripped and a little bit too black, I had never viewed myself as eye-catching especially to anyone in this high-class white family. Now it seemed I was wrong.
I continued with my work but my eyes were now more concentrated on that special corner that had staged the pleasantly unexpected momentary spectacle. I knew the boy's parents were not at home as it was a norm for them to leave almost every Saturday morning for whatever business only to return towards sunset. I knew they rarely carried the boy along though it I rarely saw him outside while his parents were away. On a lush compound as sprawling as the Morrisons, that was not much of a surprise. Maybe he did get outside but our paths didn't cross or he was an indoors young man which made sense considering the opulence of the two-storey mansion: probably everything a young man needed on a Saturday was nestled behind those majestic walls. Now here I was alone with a peepy teenage boy on my hands within the concealing tall walls of the Morrison residence and just the thought made my heart tremor in anticipation. It seemed I was not the only peepy one around here!
Just as I had expected, the boy's little face zoomed in again. Our eyes collided again and this time the face didn't withdraw but dragged along the full youthful package of the boy wearing some grey sweatpants and a blue t-shirt as he emerged into the open to face the object of his curiosity. The little lucky fabrics looked so good on him that the sunny morning seemed to have instantly turned sunnier and the lush around us greener. I had never seen a boy so handsome and perfect with his beautiful faux hawked blond hair emphasizing the stunning look.
"Morning Blake", he started as he ambled towards me. As I looked at him, I expected to perceive a look of embarrassment over his stealthy behavior but I perceived none as he nonchalantly advanced towards me.
The sound of my name on his perfect lips warmed my heart: it was a sweet surprise to hear the boy say my name for the first time.
"Hi, Noah. How is your morning?" I casually greeted him trying hard to hide the excitement broiling inside me.
"Fine, sir", he said as he stopped before the trimmed bushes and admiringly ran his hand over them. I kind of envied the bushes for being graced by the tenderness of his perfect hands.
Silence ensued as the boy continued admiring my work while I rummaged through my mind for the best way to break the silence without driving him away
"So how is school?"
"School is fine...", he eagerly answered with his eyes still on the bushy green before he paused , folded his arms and looked at me, "By the way, do you happen to have a pair of scissors, I can't find mine yet I want to work on my school project."
"I do have them, do you want me to take them for you?", I readily said as my mind head reeled at the thought of honoured with the chance to serve my young master.
"Of course", he said as his face took a strange insincere look that made me feel like he really didn't care about the scissors.
Shoving my doubts aside, I dropped my secateurs and made for my standalone two-roomed quarters which were a few meters east of the main gate. The moment felt so special and I smiled all the way to my room to take the scissors which, by the way, I was not even sure I had but I prayed to find it just to impress the boy. As soon as I entered my room, I rummaged through my drawers for the scissors before...
My ears picked a sound that sounded like that of a door closing. I was sure that I had left the door open and I was familiar with my door too well to know that its hinges were so stiff that once opened it never closed on its own. Before I could turn to solve the little mystery, it solved itself as the kerplunk of the door was followed by a now familiar voice, "Are you sure you have it?"
I turned to see Noah standing by the closed door with a look on his face that was playfully authoritative and intentionally calm. My heart beat even faster as the reality struck me so hard that I froze: here I was alone with my master's son in my miserable room behind a closed door in a deserted compound.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as I felt the atmosphere charging up with a strangely exciting tension.
In response to my question, the boy gave me a naughty smirk before he sat on the chair that was at the foot of the bed. What on earth is happening now? I could have just dismissed the little queer moment as some stupid shenanigans of a teenage boy but there was some stubborn willfulness to the boy's actions that exuded weird ulterior motives. Just like that, after a whole two months of us never talking, the boy was now acting like we were buddies from day one. What's wrong with this boy?
For a moment that felt like a lifetime, the boy stared at me with a face devoid of any shame or fear as fit the moment. A normal boy wouldn't be this comfortable alone with a man more than a decade older than him who was very close to being a stranger to him. On the contrary, everything about his demeanor and expression exuded carefreeness and boldness to tackle any danger associated with such moments. The silence was becoming weirder by the second and I quickly figured out a way to break it, "Let me find the scissors and let you go to do your school work."
But before I could get back to the pointless rummaging, my heart raced and a hot wave of some strange sensation surged through my veins as the boy's next words kissed my eardrums like a soothing melody, "Come on Blake, just drop it. I have seen you checking me out through your window every time I leave for and come from school. You like me, don't you?"
I couldn't believe that I was hearing the bold words from a boy as young as Noah. Yes, I kind of felt ashamed of myself that my little secret had been dug out but the shame was overhauled by my amazement over the guts the boy had to effortlessly confront a grown-up man like me. Before I could really get a grip of the little strange episode, the boy threw in another surprise. He rose and swiftly advanced towards me and the next thing I felt was his hot breath on my cheek as he planted a kiss on it on tiptoe. Oh my goodness!
I felt the beast in me rising to the unforeseen challenge as the boy faced me in brave anticipation to however I was going to react to his maneuver. I knew how a virile man like me would react to such challenges, but to this one I felt I had to tread carefully: this was my boss's son who was just barely-legal. I just looked at the boy as I grappled with the overwhelming urge to do something risky but every sip my dazzled eyes took of the cute boy in sweatpants before me trampled on my restraint. Is the boy trying to seduce me?
As if he had read the question out of my mind, the boy threw into the ring another challenge that was as explicit as it was unexpected. The monster in me salivated as the boy slowly pulled off his little t-shirt and as soon as the blue fabric hit the floor, the beast behind my zipper throbbed awake and started to rise only to be confronted by a sobering thought: Blake, aren't you ashamed of yourself? This is just a boy, come on!
"Boy, what are you doing? You are too young for..."
"I'm eighteen", he interrupted stubbornly and as soon as he announced the number(the same I knew was a pass to all kinds of freedoms), I immediately realized what the boy really wanted from me. Still, as hard as it was, I had to play saint and pretend to be a responsible adult: the boy was almost young enough to be my son, for goodness's sake!
"But, it's not..." I wanted to throw in some responsible adult reproof but I stopped mid-sententence as I perceived the boy's eyes dropping to the the furious bulge throbbing behind my zipper. I instantly realized that whatever I would say at this point would be blatant hypocrisy and as if to force me into submitting to the hard-hitting truth of the moment, the boy slowly groped over the swollen mass. It was at this point that I knew escaping this trap was just as hard as quietening the roaring beastly demon inside me and before I knew it, it took over and the next thing I found myself doing was as wild as it was dangerously right. The boy had begged for it and he was eighteen! I swiftly swept him off the floor and plopped him down on top the chest of drawers and as my eyes feasted on the tantalizing sight of a shirtless beautiful willing teenage boy in sweatpants with Calvin Klein underwear peeping over them, I knew what the boy had brought upon himself and I was sure he also knew.
As the heat of the moment scorched every ounce of restraint out of me, I turned into a willless host of long-caged fantasies come true. I could hardly believe it was not a dream, I had to make the most of it before I woke up. I could feel the heat of the moment flaring up by the second as my lips hesitantly possessed his. Even they could hardly believe they had been served the soft, tender and willing fleshy treat on the boys cute face. As I kissed him slowly, I could taste the sweet boyish tenderness so distinctly that my monstrous cock throbbed harder as the boy kissed back until we were kissing so deeply and passionately that the moment was decorated with moans of passion.
Finally, our lips disentangled after they had had their full of each other. Our eyes locked and from the boy's eyes I could see a look of total surrender and willingness to serve. I swooped him down to his feet and as if they had a mind of their own, my hands swiftly claimed the band of the sweatpants and pulled them down. The boy threw in some help as he kicked them off his feet. The boy was willing and he wasn't hiding it. "Oh, boy!" I gushed as the boy stood before me only with his Calvin Klein black underwear on. An overwhelming wave of beastly lust consumed me and I hastily pulled off all my clothes, seized the boy and threw him to the bed before the awakened beast in me declared, "I want to fuck you boy." I swiftly closed in on him and engulfed him with in my massive arms until I was all wrapped up around him as I savoured and seeped in the youthful tenderness of the teenage boy. Boy, the feeling was dreamy! Having the silky warmth of my naked junior boss against my nakedness was so overwhelming that it brought me to the edge as the raging lust broiling all over me bayed for more. With my arms still tightly wrapped around him, I turned him over until he was was sprawling on top me with my hands sweeping over the young smooth back until they claimed the ultimate goal: his smooth teenage ass. Oh my!
I invaded the elastic and claimed the warm tender flesh below it to which the boy moaned onto my chest. I groaned in blazing lust as my hands savoured the smoothness which I was determined to enjoy to my full, even if it meant feasting on it all day long. Nothing was going to stop me. I couldn't wait to have the soft and silky smooth treat brushing against my thighs as I feasted on the young sweet hole it hosted. The thought of his hole(my ultimate target) had me rolling the boy off me before I was at it peel off the little black underwear(the only thing standing between me and the main treat) off him. I grabbed a pillow, pushed it under his bare ass and my cock drooled as the boy curled up in submission before my marauding eyes. Oh my! His ass was so beautiful, smooth and full that I bit my lip in dirty intentions as I imagined what I was going to do with all this young silky piece of willingness. His hole looked so tight and pink that I couldn't help but have a feel of it as I lay my finger on it. Oh boy! It was so smooth, ripe, ready and mercilessly tempting that I stroked and stroked it slowly savouring the magical moment. I sporadically cast an eye on my big black cock after a few strokes of his sweet hole and imagined if the little inexperienced silkiness was ready for what was coming. Would it take all this nine-inch, thick and famished beast? I looked at the boy's little innocent face smeared up in passion, at his little pink hole under my finger and then at the black rock-hard flesh it was about to endure and I could feel a tinge of what felt like pity. Only if the boy knew how bad I wanted to fuck his little hole — not even an ounce of mercy was in store for that moment once my black throbbing mass and his pink velvety hole merged.
"I want to turn your little pink hole inside out. I want you to take my big black cock like a good boy you are", the blazing lust bubbling inside me echoed out as I let go of his hole and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. I stood over the boy and as my mind conceived a flashback image of the boy clad in sweatpants a few minutes ago, a huge wave of blazing lust consumed me and I found myself smacking his little naughty bare hole with my drooling cock. I can't really figure out what's it with me and sweatpants, but every time i see a guy wearing them dirty thoughts bombard my mind and that's one of the reasons I wanted to fuck the boy so bad and as long as the image of him in the magic pants lingered in my mind, he was going to get no mercy(even though he deserved it considering he was my junior boss). If he wanted any mercy, he would have come in something else other than sweatpants!
After some generous smacking of his hole which was echoed by moans from the boy, I forced my plump head in. There was no time to waste. I groaned in pleasure as the realization that I finally had the boy all to myself merged with the anticipation that in a few seconds I would be deep inside him gripped my mind. The boy whined as my head finally drove in. I looked at the boy's face and I could see pain scribbled over his face and I knew what to do. I pulled out my head and reached for my bottle of petroleum jelly which I usually used for my cracked heels and applied it to my cock. I knew my cock was too much for the little tight hole and I didn't want want the boy's willingness to be consumed by the pain of my monstrosity. If I had to make the moment special, I needed that willingness. Without wasting time, I aimed my plump head at his tight hole and pushed in slowly as the boy moaned.
I watched his face intently as my big black thing slid in inch by inch and he looked even more beautiful as he looked at me with pleading eyes. The look on his face as he submitted to my cock turned me on even more and my cock became more sensitive to the smooth warmth of his insides and I added more pressure, as my lust flared up, to have more of him as quickly as possible. After a special moment of inch-by-inch intrusion into the lavish youthfulness, I shoved in the last inch of my big cock and sighed. I looked down at my monstrous black cock lodged deep in his extremely stretched hole and a groan of deep satisfaction set off my throat as I admired the phenomenal sight of hard black thickness gloriously wrapped up by a wide rim of pink. I sighed out, "You are a good boy. This is what you wanted?" The boy nodded with his lips parted in helpless passion.
With my cock still occupying every inch of his sweet hole, I climbed into the bed. I was so possessed by dangerously feral lust that I wanted to have all of him and If I had to have all of him, I had to join him on the bed and fuck him as much as the ravenous beast within me desired. I could feel his tight ass muscles gripping my cock as I pulled out some few inches out before pounding them back in. The feeling was so heavenly that I gushed out, "Boy you are so sweet. No one will ever fuck you more than I'm going to fuck you!" The sweetness was too much and I knew why: what I was feasting on was the forbidden fruit — this whole sizzling mischief was not supposed to be and that's what made it sweeter. Forbidden fruits indeed are the sweetest!
I shut up all the noise in my mind about the tabooistic nature of the dreamy moment and focused on living up to my word: I had to fuck him to a level that nobody else would ever exceed. I pounded his ass slowly but surely and as the boy whined like a little puppy under me, sometimes groaning out my name; my tempo increased before I found myself fucking him like nobody's business. With each thrust, I made sure I smacked his little silky ass with my heavy thighs: I wanted it all, hole and everything surrounding it. After more than half an hour of pounding his little sweet ass nonstop, the sizzling hot moment escalated to silence as the boy stopped whining and continued taking it like a good boy he was. The only sound that was left was that of my thighs heavily smacking his ass with each brutal thrust.
After almost an hour of totally servicing his hungry little ass, I took a deserved breather on top of him with my big black monster still lodged deep inside. I looked into his boyish face and it was all wrapped up in quiet lustful submission as his beautiful eyes bored into mine before he feebly whispered, "You are so huge." The sound of his sweet voice complimenting or complaining about my size (whatever) injected a new dose of lustful vigour into my veins and a huge urge to pound him more overcame me. I first awarded a moist kiss on his little pink lips for its honesty over my massive size before I started pounding him slowly enough to be thorough but hard enough to prove I was in charge. The boy whimpered out my name after every three or so thrusts and the sound of my name on his lips made me fuck him even harder to keep on pumping it out of his throat.
After almost another sweaty hour of undiluted pounding, the boy breathed out, "You are too deep" before releasing a huge sigh. I knew I was too deep inside him but hearing the boy confirm it pushed me to the edge as I murderously assailed his little chunk of young deliciousness as if I had a grave score to settle with it. The boy's whining metamorphosed into what sounded like a hissing sound as I continued fucking him until his smooth arms went around my back and tightly held on to it. That was it, I knew I was about to cum. "Fuck, boy!" I gushed out as I felt a huge bout of cum threatening to gush out before my thrusts turned as dangerously vigorous as the several floods of cum that shot out of my cock deep into the boy's guts at each rabid thrust. The boy whined, groaned and moaned as he received my cum deep inside him while I made sure every drop of it was deposited deep inside.
Finally, after several thrusts shooting out torrents of hot man juice, I was spent but still tarried inside him while our passionate sounds smouldered into sighs and huffs of nothing but satisfaction, gratification and pride on my part. To crown the two hours of splitting the boy's hole, my lips claimed his and we shared a deep kiss and I could feel each pair passing a clear message to the other: thank you. Both of us had gotten what we wanted in generous abundance and the gratitude was so overwhelming that passing it in words would be an insult to the terrific service each had rendered to the other. The feeling of having my huge cock secured deep inside him with its bountiful juices churning in the depths of his sweet insides while our lips quietly duelled in crowning passion gave me another bout of orgasm and for around twenty minutes, I thoroughly pounded his little sweet ass again while our lips continued to frolic until I squeezed out the last drops of cum into his guts. Now I was totally spent and, with a last deep kiss, I pulled out of the boy who gasped as his hole was set free from my ferocious beastly tool that had filled and terorissed it for an excess of two hours.
I looked at the boy as he sprawled out on the bed wiping cum off his belly and I knew it was not mine but his. As for mine, I knew where exactly it was: deep inside him as a reminder to the young boss that when it came to this game he wasn't. As his sighs defused into the sweaty dimness, I could hardly believe that I had actually fucked my junior boss. I was both proud and pretty much amazed: I had had sexual encounters with men in the past, but not once had I had one so intense with someone so young and magically delicious. I could hardly believe that the little boy who was(though attractive) very straight-acting was so hungry for cock that he had taken my monstrous black tool, the whole of it, so bravely that it felt like he was born for it. Only if Mr and Mrs Morrison knew that their son had started a frighteningly sizzling secret game with the black gardener in the backyard, they could have gone nuts. Above all, if they had seen the terrifying amount of pulsating black virility their son had taken today, they would have fired me immediately, not in anger but panic.
After a few minutes the boy, still completely naked, drifted off on my bed . Apparently, he was so spent that he couldn't gather the strength and will to put back on his clothes and I couldn't blame him: I knew how much hard flesh and juice I had pumped into him. He deserved a quality breather so I let him sleep since I knew his parents wouldn't be back until four and as he did my eyes feasted on the young naked sight on my bed and I smiled in proud glorious victory. Finally I had fucked him! Prying on him through the window was more funny now knowing that I now owned that sweet piece of vibrant youth. Lucky me!
Since that special Saturday; just as it had become a norm for the Morrison couple to go out every Saturday, so had the boy's visits to my quarter and everytime I knew what exactly he wanted. A little insatiable bitch the boy had become! As generous as I am, I always gave it to him enough to last him the week. I recorded all the occasions I fucked him at the back of my calendar using tally marks and as I put the mark for the last Saturday of that year, I counted them. They were exactly thirty-seven! I was proud I had witnessed his little pink hole turn red without losing its magically silky tightness regardless of all the months of being invaded and assailed mercilessly. What a special boy!
I knew my contract with the Morrisons was just for two years and I had already exhausted the first year, so when the new year came, I only had one resolution for my final year working for the Morrisons: to hit the 100th mark of fuck-tallies on my calendar before I left and to achieve that(regardless of the potential risks) I had to find a way to have his sweet ass at least twice a week.
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