Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 14:38:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Garden Guys'

This story, although sexual in content is filled with human emotions.
It could happen anywhere and probably has. The story contains homosexual
language and some four-letter words.  The names have been changed to
protect the innocent should anyone be innocent.

If you find the subject or language offensive -- Please do not read.
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THE GARDEN GUYS
By; Justin M. Balancier

We had barely chugged down our morning coffee when Charlie pulled up in his
pick up and yelled to us out the window.  "What the fuck do you guys think
this is? - A social hour?" - Now Charlie is about as sweet a guy as you
could find but when he comes to business no bullshit is allowed.

"Ah stuff it "Chucky Baby" Matt shouted back. We're just finishing coffee."

I've got your "Chucky Baby" right here, Charlie indicated as he grabbed the
front of his pants.

"Yikes Charlie's in a rotten mood today I said to Matt.

Matt is a cool mate and a character forever cracking jokes and putting his
arm around everybody. He is the number three dude on this landscape team
along with Charlie and myself.

"Pay no attention to him, Justin," said Matt. His bark is worse than his
bite - and then said slightly audible... "I wish he'd bite me" --

"I heard that buddy. Is that one of your murky comments or are you serious"
I said.

Matt threw his arm around my neck and whispered - "Justin, you figure it
out - hot stuff" and then slapped me on the ass and walked away towards the
truck to see Charlie.

Charlie, Matt and I would often work together handling small landscape
jobs.  My Uncle Harley owned the landscape business and Charlie acted as a
team leader.  Matt and I did the lugging, planting and "God's work" as we
called it, while Charlie mostly coordinated everything and drew up the
layout and shrub selections.

Matt is openly gay around thirty and handles being gay very well, too well
in fact. Because of the way he looks with his husky frame, broad chest and
bulging biceps reminds the wise guys that he is not to be trifled with as a
gay man. The women love being around him. I could never understand with all
the straight dudes out there why the ladies would be attracted to Matt. I
think they see Matt as a challenge. I sure as hell do - and the straight
guys? - Well they like him too.

Charlie is different.  Charlie is in his late forties, a divorced man with
a teenage daughter. He is very sexy.  I've often wondered what it would be
like to smother myself in Charlie's crotch.  But I never would act on
it. He has black hair with silver peppered along the side.  His body is in
great shape from a lifetime of hard work and exercise.  When Charlie walks
he has a movement problematic to describe and a Tom Cruise smile. After age
40, the body has a mind of its own and that is the best way to describe how
Charlie moves. Yes indeed, "His body has a mind of its own."

Holding up the rear (but not literally) is myself - Justin. I am a college
student, due to graduate this year, and work for uncle Harley during the
landscape season.  Like Matt I am also gay but not "sissy" gay.  I am built
well, good looking (according to my latest mirror check) and packed well in
the crotch area. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm close enough to perfect
when it comes to getting attention or getting into some guys pants.

"Matt -- how many more junipers have to go on the truck?" Charlie asked
while tossing some shovels in the back of the pick-up.

Matt said, "These are the last two -- everything else is loaded and ready
to go" - "I'll ride with you Charlie and Justin can follow with the load of
shrubs.

"Yep, let's move -- Charlie replied.

Before we pulled out Matt came over to me on the sly and said -- "Guess
what Twinkie?  I get to ride with Charlie and I bet my hand will end up
between his legs."

"Sure, and I bet you end up with a broken finger.  You know he doesn't like
that gay shit."

"I know," said Matt -- "I was looking for your reaction but you wouldn't
know what to do with a fuckin dick if it hit you in the face"

"Well you could always try and see what kind of grade I get".  "Matt my
bud, we're like brothers and I don't see us stripping any too soon." I
said.

"Hold that thought Justin -- I'll be back later for a little family incest
after I screw the ass off Charlie."

"Sure -- take a pic while you're at it because you lie like a mother
fucker." I said.

Matt gave me a little tap on the cheek and flashed a stupid grin.  Matt was
a hot looking dude and I didn't think I stood a chance in hell with
him. But it was obvious that he was hot for our buddy Charlie. -- But with
Matt, one never knew. Hooking up was definitely on my agenda so I would act
cool whenever he came around.

Both vehicles headed down Wentworth Ave to the outskirts of town.  Our
landscape job was to replace some shrubbery from around a monument in the
Fairfield cemetery.  Vandals had destroyed the landscaping and Charlie had
sketched a new planting design to replace it.

It was a warm morning and it got hotter by afternoon.  It wasn't long
before the shirts came off and the rippled muscles and the sweaty chest
became difficult to ignore.  Every time I got close to Charlie, my cock
would start to swell and I ended up digging or kneeling so he wouldn't
notice.  Matt went about hauling junipers and I planted them according to
Charlie's diagram. For some reason, Matt seemed more interested in getting
out of there and going home than he was about checking out Charlie.

Charlie acted differently.  He complained about nonsense that was not
associated with work.  There were small problems that were annoying him and
he seemed frustrated.

Charlie said to me -- "Justin I need a vacation"

I said, "What you need Charlie is a good blow job" He looked up and said --
"I always need a good blow job," Nothing more was said and we continued
putting the tools back in the truck. It was just guy talk.

"Chucky Baby" are we finished here for today" Matt asked -- "I have a hot
date tonight and I want to get back"

"Cut out the "Chucky Baby" shit or you can walk your ass back home" Charlie
said,

"I'm just kidding bro, don't blow a wad over it," Matt answered.

"Ass holes must run in your family Charlie said.
 "Tell you what" -- he continued. "Take the pick-up and get these tools
back to the nursery.  I'll finish here with Justin cleaning up and ride
back with him"

"You got it bud," said Matt and in less than five minutes he was gone.

I was raking smooth the mulch when Charlie came over and said to me --
"Justin, I'd like to take you up on your offer"

"What offer Charlie", I asked.

Charlie was standing next to me with his zipper down and his hand in his
underwear. I think my heart hammered out a quick "zippidy doo- dah" and I
dropped the rake. I put my hand in his jeans and massaged his cock, which
was beginning to swell.

"I told you I could always use a good blow job", said Charlie. "How `bout
it?" -- hey, it was your idea.

Charlie was hot looking standing there with his shirt off, his chest golden
from the sun and moisture coating his neck and forehead. His jeans had
slipped down to his hips and his crotch and ass was screaming -- "come and
get me."  We were in the open. It was late and no one was around but it
still didn't feel right standing there.

Charlie and I walked to the edge of the cemetery grounds, which bordered on
a wooded area.  When we got there a wire fence prevented us from going into
the woods.  Charlie backed up against a huge marble stone that read "Robert
and Martha" and dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles.

"You mean here?" - I said.

"Fuck it", said Charlie.  "Let's bring a little excitement to the old gal
-- now pay attention Martha maybe you'll learn something"

"I know it's quiet around here but OMG Charlie, that's terrible". I said.
"Martha was probably a sweet lady"

"Then I'm sure she would understand" Charlie answered.

Charlie pulled me closer to him and our bare sweaty chest seemed to melt
together. Charlie put his face next to mine and kissed my ear.  I smoothed
a drop of sweat off his cheek with my lips, ran my tongue down his neck and
just hugged him.  I pushed Charlie up against the back of the marble stone
and dropped to my knees.  Hi cock was even with my face and I licked his
dick gently.

"Don't play with it Justin -- take it, and if it's not great you have to do
it over again," said Charlie.

I slid his whole dick in my mouth and swallowed as deep as
possible. Charlie quivered and moved slowly left to right.  I looked at him
and he was smiling down at me with that gorgeous Hollywood charisma. He did
it so well.  Charlie took both hands and guided my head in and out on his
cock gently fucking my face.  At one point he pulled out and said to me.

"Justin, where do you want me to shoot this load" It will be a whopper
`cause I haven't cum in awhile." He continued -- "I'd like to put it on
your tongue and fill you mouth with my juice, yeah, I would love to do
that."

I put my arms around his butt and squeezed his ass cheeks.  Charlie groaned
with pleasure and said; "God, I love that --squeeze my ass" ... so I did.

His cock stayed in my mouth and I continued to engulf and lick it with
every trick I knew.  It wasn't long before I felt Charlie's leg muscles
begin to tense..........I'm coming man."

"Stick out you tongue" Charlie said to me and spurted several gobs of thick
cum in my mouth.  I put my hand under my chin for support and several
spurts of cum landed on my fingers.  Charlie grabbed my fingers and brought
them to my lips and told me to lick them clean.

Those moments that day were so hot that I still tingle thinking about it.

We arrive back at the nursery center and Matt had already left for home.
Charlie was back to being his old self as if nothing happened. This was
good because we had to work together and the air was not clouded with guilt
of any kind.

I jumped out of the truck and Charlie said to me -- "That was good kid"

I replied. "I wish I had screwed it up so I would have to do it over
again."

Charlie gave me one more of those Hollywood smiles and said -- "Get the
fuck outta here, - catch ya in the morning"

For the next several days everything returned to normal.  Matt was still
pretending to grab Charlie's ass and I still pretended not to notice.

It was Saturday, our last work day and I was stacking burlap in the storage
shed when Charlie came up quietly behind me and whispered, - "Do you want
to go visit Martha?" I looked down and Charlie's dick was about to break
through the zipper.

"Fuck yeah I do", I answered - and in five minutes we were headed down
Wentworth Ave. towards the Fairfield cemetery with lube sticking out of
Charlie's back pocket.