Gardener (Excerpt)

Gardener

Written by B.J. Smyth

I sit at my desk in the study, switch on my computer, and stare at the screen whilst the software loads. I’m still wondering how I can get Jacob into bed; his body is so hot, I want him. The computer is ready, so I spend the next couple of hours working on my review of the latest movie I watched, trying to keep focussed on my writing, although my mind keeps wandering to Jacob and what he would like naked. After two hours, I decide to have a brief sleep due to the rough night I had. Laying on the bed in my boxers and T-shirt, my thoughts drift back to Jacob as my eyes flicker and close, the lack of sleep catching up with me.

Suddenly, I see him standing at the bedroom door, his body still sweaty and dirty, his hair swept back from his face. He stares at me laying on the bed, his gorgeous, green eyes looking down from my face to my groin.

     “I knocked and there was no answer, but the door was open so I came to find you,” he says as he steps into the bedroom.

     I lay still on the bed, frozen, surprised to see Jacob. Looking down my body, I see my seven-inch, uncut cock hard as hell, standing to attention through the opening in my boxers. Pushing it back into my shorts, I jump up from the bed.

     “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you knock.” My voice trembles with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

     Jacob walks over, standing so close I can feel the heat from his sweating body against my skin.

     “No need to be sorry,” he says, his eyes fixed on mine I’m unable to look away as I stare back at him.

     His hands slide around my waist as he pulls me roughly against him, my hard cock pressing into him. I feel his lips, hot and wet, touch mine. They taste of sweat. As he kisses me, his tongue licks my lips, then slips into my mouth, tangling with my tongue as he explores inside of my mouth. He pulls away, then slides my T-shirt up my body and takes it off over my head. His hands slide down my back and slip under the waistband of my shorts. The skin on his hands feels rough as he grabs my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, he hugs me closer.

     He softly nibbles and kisses my neck. I slide my hands around his waist, my smooth fingers gliding over his sweaty body, giving him the sign to continue. He bites my ear lobe and stretches it away from my ear, his breath hot as he breathes. His fingers slide between my arse cheeks, searching out my hole, he circles it with one finger whilst he continues biting my neck. I collapse against him as my body gives in to the pleasure from his fingers and pain of his bites. My cock now throbs against him, making my shorts wet as pre-cum leaks from the head.

     “Is this what you want, Mr Finlay?” he whispers into my ear.

     “Yes,” was all I could reply.

     My body shivers as his finger pushes deeper into me, circling and stretching my hole with each twist. His mouth returns to mine, kissing me as my fingernails dig into his back, pulling him tighter to my body, his sweat and dirt rubbing off onto my chest as we writhe together passionately, the intense smell of his sweat turning me on even more. Moving from my mouth, he kisses down the side of my neck as he lowers himself to his knees. His tongue licks down my chest and belly until his face is in front of my cock. He pulls my boxer shorts to the floor, my hard cock pointing towards his mouth. I feel his tongue lick the shaft before circling the head, my pre-cum mixing with his saliva as his mouth slides over the head. I let out a loud moan of pleasure, grabbing his hair. His tongue plays with my cock as it slides in and out of his mouth.

     I grip my hands tight to his long, black hair as I thrust my cock into his mouth, my breathing getting heavier with each push. His hands slide up the back of my legs as his fingers push between my arse cheeks, entering my hole as my cock continues thrusting in and out of his mouth. I feel my balls tightening as I reach the point of no return, I ram my cock deep into his mouth as the cum explodes into his throat. He sucks my cock dry as he swallows my load. I hold onto his shoulders to steady myself as my legs tremble with pleasure from the orgasm.

     Jacob stands up and hugs me tight, kissing me, and I taste my cum in his mouth.

     “Bend over and put your hands on the bed,” he says in a deep, demanding tone.

     I do as he says and place my hands on the bed, my arse bare and open to him. I love a man who takes control. I feel his rough hands gliding over my arse, then his wet tongue circling my hole, his hands pulling my cheeks apart so he can lick deep, pushing his tongue into my hole. After a while, he stands and I hear him undoing the zip in his cargo pants. I know what is coming next, the cock I have been aching for in many dreams. His cock head pushes between my cheeks; it feels thick and rigid as he grabs my hips and rams his full length into me. I call out at the pain as his cock rips into me. It must be at least ten inches, but this is what I have wanted for so long.

     He holds his cock deep inside me, allowing my arse to relax, then after a while he pulls out a little then pushes back deep into me. I moan noisily and push back against him, trying to get him deeper inside. He begins with slow thrusts, pulling his cock entirely out of me and ramming it back deep inside me. I moan and grind back against him. This is the fuck I have been waiting for and now it’s happening. His thrusts get faster and he pounds my arse, his cargo pants rubbing against my skin as he grinds his cock deep into me. My hands grip the duvet tight as he fucks me hard.

Extract from the Gardener - B.J.Smyth

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