Date: Sat, 17 Jul 1999 10:09:17 BST
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Gardener

THE GARDENER

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b (mast)


GENERAL WARNING
---------------

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a fully
consenting boy and a man.  If this is not to your tastes, please
read no further ,unless you wish to be educated and/or have an
open mind. "To the pure, all things are puer"

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In
particular, no boy was hurt in any way.

This story is pure and total fiction and for entertainment purposes
only. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is purely
coincidental!

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes:
except whether or not I can write an arousing story.
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The card in the Newsagent's window said, "Fourteen year-
old seeks gardening jobs: good wanker. Ring Liam on ------"!

Or at least that's what I thought it said! Presumably, it
should have read "good WORKER": Liam probably didn't write
too well! But, I needed somebody to help in my garden and I
would sooner employ a 14 year-old than anyone else: he need
not necessarily have any other attractions  - if he was a good
wanker that would be a bonus! So I took down the details and
within half an hour was speaking to his mother on the phone.

She explained all and suggested I call round to meet her
and her son. No problem! Within the hour, I was there,
intrigued by the whole thing - I really did need someone to do
the gardening.

His mother was a most pleasant woman from the south of
Ireland, her son had been born in London but had a beautiful
soft Irish accent. He wasn't exactly pretty, but I could see that
he was solidly built, perhaps a bit small for a 14 year-old. Well,
no, the more I looked at him the more I was interested, his dark
hair longer than usual these days, his jeans tighter than usual
and his smile rather beguiling! He seemed almost nervous,
very shy, but there was that sparkle of intelligence in his eyes,
always important. Anyway, I managed to secure his services,
the money I offered obviously much more than they had
expected.

So, on the following Saturday, he started working for me. I
was already busy mowing the lawn when he turned up,
grateful for something to hang on to when he appeared
through the gate at the side of the house! Liam was wearing
virtually nothing! It had turned hot, amazingly so for mid June
but, in these days of ill-fitting non-revelatory boys' clothes, what
he had on was amazing! Sorry if I dwell on this but he had
virtually nothing on! Well, that's to say a rather skimpy T-shirt
with several large holes in it (fashion or worn-out?) and a pair
of cut-down jeans - and cut down very short, tight enough, as
a friend of mine says "to need a shoe-horn to put on"! As I
inspected him, the only thing I couldn't see was any real bulge
in his shorts - he probably had little inside them! But hell, he
was only an "employee" not a boy I was going to take straight
to bed - nice as that would have been!

Recovering from my sudden attack of dumb-confusion, I
managed to explain what I wanted: finish mowing the lawn,
sweep up, do some weeding and so on and so on. Liam, still
very shy,  looked interested and took it all in, ready and willing
to work for the agreed fee. I left him to it, no use "having a dog
and ...  ... " as they say. But inside my basement flat, I could
hardly do anything but think of him and his incredible clothes.
Happily, through a small, high up window in the kitchen, I
could watch him and even poke my camera cautiously out to
record his activities - no reason - none whatsoever!

A little later, I offered him tea - rejected! Even when his time
was up and I asked him inside for a moment so that I could
pay, he said he'd wait for me to fetch the money. I think he was
just extremely shy, not nervous about rape! So, I paid him,
thanked him for his time & effort (the garden was in fact very
tidy, he had worked well) and reminded him that we had
agreed with his mother that this would be a regular fortnightly
thing. "See you in two weeks then!" I called out as he turned to
go, Liam finally flashing me a smile and giving a shy wave as
he picked up his bike.

It was nice but a fantasy - I just had to keep telling myself
that he wasn't all that good looking, probably didn't have much
and besides, I had plans for other boys I knew at the Youth
Club I helped run and - well, Liam was attractive really!
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For the next couple of months, he appeared every other
Saturday morning and worked hard for two hours, well
earning his money. His shyness was slow to go: one Saturday
in July it rained and he wouldn't come inside, insisting it would
clear up and he could shelter under the small veranda. It didn't
stop and he was reluctant to accept his money - I insisted
though! Then, a fortnight later, he finally, reluctantly, accepted
my offer of some refreshment, seemingly nervous all the time
we stood there drinking our mugs of coffee. I was enchanted
by him, Liam was a frequent visitor in my pre-sleep dreams.

And of course, he didn't always wear those clothes! Often
he wore a pair of ragged jeans, or perhaps those shorts with a
more substantial top, but he always looked captivating and I
was increasingly hooked! That despite the fact that one of the
boys at the Youth Club had succumbed to my gentle
persuasion and was now regularly coming back to my flat
after a meeting: Tom never touches me, but is always happy to
drop his jeans & pants and enjoy a wank, a can of lager, then
a blow-job! Quite a sexy boy, sad that he's had his foreskin
removed - don't like that!

By late August, the lack of rain meant that the garden was a
bit of a desert and it was often difficult to find anything for Liam
to do, although he turned up regular as clockwork apart from
the one Saturday when by happy coincidence, we were both
away on holiday.

Then came the Bank-Holiday week-end when, on the Friday
evening, for the first time ever he telephoned me. He was
obviously finding it hard to overcome his shyness and speak to
me, but he managed to explain that he couldn't come round in
the morning, what about the Monday? I was happy enough,
although I found it difficult to chat to him as Tom was standing
there naked, doing something that threatened to make a mess
over the carpet instead of in my mouth!

Come Monday, I was surprised at how much I was looking
forwards to seeing Liam again. I had Tom, but as they say, "the
grass is greener ... "!

So, on the Bank-holiday (not living up to its damp
reputation), Liam turned up for some more gardening, once
again dressed in those clothes - no, this time, he had gone a
stage further and was wearing cheap plastic sandals and of
course no socks! It was then that I noticed that since first
employing him, he had spent a lot of time out of doors - back
in June his flesh had been pale but now, he sported quite a
tan. He was attractive and I was dying to get him out of those
shorts - even if just to see what he had inside!

Well, to be brief, when it was time to pay him, he seemed
for once to want to talk. He looked down at his feet and after
thanking me for his money, muttered, "Can I ask you
something John?"

"What? Anything you like Liam!"

"Well," he looked round nervously, "not out here ... can I
come inside for a moment?" He was blushing deeply and I had
no idea just what he wanted to ask! Always very shy, his blush
was merely part of him being Liam.

My mind raced - did he want to borrow money? did he
need a wank? or borrow my bed for use with his girl-friend?
was he in trouble in some way? school, mother, sex, money?
All those thoughts flashed through my mind as I ushered him
in, none was probably the truth, least of all my little fantasy
regarding what he had in his incredible shorts. He'd grown a
little since June and his cut-offs must now have been very
uncomfortable even if, as I expected, he didn't have much
packed away inside them: I guessed that he only wore them
as his mother couldn't afford new ones.

Inside he stood nervously in my main room, looking out
through the French-windows into the garden, accepting my
offer of more tea. I left him for a few moments, still puzzled
about what he wanted from me! As I made the tea, he joined
me in the dining area outside the kitchen, the furthest into my
flat he'd ever been!

Finally then, as I gave him his mug, I asked, "Well? What did
you want then Liam? Fed up working in my garden? What is it
you wanted?"

"No ... it's not that!" He blushed deeply before looking
earnestly at me, "You do want me to keep on working for you
don't you?" His still unbroken voice was quite delightful, his soft
Irish accent enchanting. I didn't care what he wanted to say,
just hearing him speaking was utterly delightful
"Course I do!" I smiled, "Anyway Liam, what's up?"

"Well," he hesitated, blushed even further, took a sip of tea
and then looked up. "Last night ... I was," he swallowed hard
as he made up his mind to tell me, "I was on me bed doing it,"
he lowered his voice, "wanking ... you know!"

"Yes ... go on!" I was beside myself - this sounded good!

"Well ... I was doing it an' me mam came in an' caught me
at it!"

"How embarrassing!" My mother had never caught me at it:
the nearest I'd ever been to such awkwardness was at the
youth club. About a year ago, I had been busy tossing off a
boy in the boiler-room when his best friend disturbed us!
Tricky, but within ten minutes I had dealt effectively with two
prime boy-cocks, their sticky offerings very tasty! "Go on."

"Well ... she didn't half go berserk! She really told me off ...
and said that I had to go to confession and so on." He
managed to look up to me, "What's so wrong with wanking?
Why was she so angry with me?"

I didn't know why he was telling me all this, perhaps I was
the only adult male he could speak to during the school
holidays and I suspected that he as he went to the local
Catholic school the staff there might not be too sympathetic
either. "Well ... mothers always are angry about their sons
masturbating ... they don't understand what a boy your age
needs to do from time to time!" I tried to make it sound casual
but had to ask, "How often do you do it then Liam?"

"Dunno!" He blushed again, "Three of four times a week I
suppose. Whenever I'm in the mood!" He managed to look
directly at me and gave a very brief but quite devastating
smile.

"About the same as I did when I was fourteen!" Well,
maybe, but that was just my solo efforts, what I did at school
with my friends was different!

"I'm ... I'm only thirteen!" He told me, his blush now almost
permanent.

"Are you!" I could accept that for he was small for the 14
year-old he had originally claimed to be.

"So ... am I wanking too much?" He frowned, "Mam said I
should never do it 'cos it was bad!"

"Not at all!" I smiled, trying hard to relax him. "And how
much you do it is up to you ... all boys wank ... all boys do it
and those that say they don't are lying. And anyway, you can't
do it too much, it won't harm you ... did you mother say that?
Bet she did!"

"Yeah ... she said I'd go mad!"

"What a load of bollocks!" I was appalled, "Sorry to be rude
about your mum but she's quite wrong ... but I suppose you
know that already."

"Dunno!"

"Look, I told you, all boys wank and most men who haven't
got a regular girl-friend or a wife to have sex with ... it can't
harm you to do it, no matter how much you do it! If you're in
the mood, then just have fun ... you'll have to be careful at
home though, so your mother doesn't catch you again!"

"I thought she'd gone to Mass!" He grinned, more relaxed
with me now. "It was feeling nice as well ... you know ... I was
nearly there!"

"Very frustrating!" I was surprised now by one thing - all this
talk about wanking hadn't affected him one bit - his shorts still
fitted as snugly with no sign that he might be getting at least a
little aroused!

"It was!" He hesitated once more, blushed again and
asked, "Can I ask you something else?"

"What?" Where there more revelations to come? Was he
doing it with a friend at school perhaps? Or was there
something else he needed to know about wanking?

"Well," he took another swig of tea, "at school,"

"Yes ... go on." Perhaps he did have a wanking partner!

"At school ... when we're changing for games ... they all say
I'm," if it were possible his blush deepened! "They say my dick's
too small for girls!"

"That's just stupid ... no-one's too small!" Well, maybe but
quite freakish!

"They all say it!" He hesitated, "John . ?" He was obviously
trying hard to ask me something, so I just waited for him to
come out with it! I had no idea really just what he might have in
mind - whatever he said couldn't embarrass me!

As a teacher and youth club leader, I've heard all this
before! Never embarrassed, but always very interested in boys'
questions about the sex-lives or their growing bodies. "What?"

"Can I ask you ... if I show you ... can you tell me if I'm too
small? Would you?""

"If you want Liam!" I was dumb-struck, "It's up to you ... I
shan't mind!" I tried to sound disinterested, but was willing to
do what he wanted and of course, I badly wanted to see what
he had in those tantalising shorts, even if I never actually got to
play with his dick - large or small!

"Well," he gave me his mug and reached down to undo the
metal button at his waist. As he did so, the jean-shorts
opened, the zip sliding down slowly. "Can I show you . an'
can you tell me if it's too small? Do you mind?"

"Course you can show me and of course I'll tell you and of
course I shan't mind!" I was already eyeing up his freshly
revealed pair of tight fitting white pants. There was a very small
bulge in them, not much really and I was beginning to suspect
that his friends at school were correct in their teasing! Poor kid
if that was the case!

"Ok." Liam pushed his shorts down to his knees before
pulling his pants down to join them. Suddenly, everything was
on display to my staring eyes, a very small dick (although he
had a very long foreskin), a much bigger than expected pair of
balls and a small but thick patch of curly black pubic hairs. So,
his friends were right, he really did have a small one and I felt
sorry for Liam as he stood there waiting for me to pass
judgement on his genitals.

Small as it was though, I wanted to play with it! Unlike him, I
was already fully erect in my too tight trousers! No matter how
big he is, having a pubescent boy standing in front of me with
his pants round his thighs could only have one effect on me!
But, what to say? A lie was the only possibility.

"Well?" He arched his back slightly, making sure I could see
just what he had. "Am I all that small then? It gets much bigger
when it's hard!"

"Well," I thought quickly, "it's not all that small Liam, nothing
really to worry about!"

"But me mates at school are all much bigger!"

"But have you seen them erect?"

He shook his head. "No? Why?"

"Because you can't really compare penis size when you're
flaccid ... hanging down like that!" I suddenly realised what he
had just said. "You say it gets much bigger when it's stiff?"

"Yeah! Much bigger really!" His penis was starting to stir
and it was difficult for me not to stare down at it!

"Well ... if you really want me to tell you if you're small or not,
do you want to get it hard? Then we'll know! That's how your
girl-friends are going to see it!"

He looked down to his penis, well aware that it had started
to stiffen up. "Suppose I'd better then!" He looked round but
saw that there was no way anyone outside my flat could see
in. Reassured, he grasped his cock and began to play with it,
not actual masturbation, just some delicate fondling that
looked amazingly sexy! I badly wanted to do it for him, even if
there wasn't much to hold!

Then, Liam grinned at me as he let go of his cock - it almost
instantly went fully stiff! As he had said, it grew quite a lot when
hard - no - it grew enormously, an amazing expansion rate,
much more than any boy-cock I've ever seen or handled! If
flaccid it looked small, really small, when ready for business,
Liam's cock was more than adequate - he was now quite big
really!

"Well?" He arched his back so that I could inspect him more
easily, "Is it big enough?" He blushed yet again, "It's not that
big really I suppose!"

"No! You're quite wrong Liam!" I moved away (!) from him,
finally able to tell him the truth. "I'll tell you . your penis is
perhaps different to most boys ... or men I suppose!"

"How?" He was quite certain I was going to confirm his
worst suspicions.

"Well, when it's hanging down, then yes, you are small
Liam! But ... but ... like that ready for some sexy fun, it's really
quite big for your age! No girl could ever worry about a penis
that big ... it's more than adequate!" I paused, "It's only small
when it's flaccid and that's when your school-mates see it ... I
bet few of them have got dicks as big as yours when they're
erect like that! They'd probably be jealous of one that big!"
Maybe, but my words were just what he needed to hear!

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"No ... it's the truth ... your penis is, I'd say, bigger than
average for boys your age Liam! You've got to stop worrying
about it! Everybody thinks their dick is small ... don't forget,
you're looking down at it, and that's not how I'm looking at it
now, or how your girlfriends will in the future! Stop worrying,
don't let your friends get at you, your dick is quite big enough!"

"You sure?" He was almost convinced.

"Quite sure ... that's quite a dick you've got really!" I was
increasingly interested in his penis as it bobbed about in front
of his slim body - all I wanted to do was to kneel down and
perform my oral devotions, or if that wasn't possible, to
demonstrate my manual dexterity! As I've said, Liam has a
long foreskin but even though he was fully erect, it still covered
his bulging glans, a little rose-bud of pink at the tip. Did he
suffer from phimosis? Could I find out?

"It's not that big I suppose!" Probably out of nervousness he
grasped his erection, not though to hide it from me! "I don't 'alf
need a wank now!"

"Well ... you can't go home in that state!" I moved closer and
pulled his hand away. "Do you really need it?" I stared into his
eyes and my silent question was answered as I had hoped.

"Course I do!" He grinned rather wickedly, "I haven't done it
for ages now!"

"Thought so!" I reached out and grasped him, "Can I do it
for you??" As always, holding a boy for the first time sent a
shiver of delight up & down my spine, that sheer sexiness of
that part of a boy's body, the anticipation of what was to come!

"Dunno!" He blushed, but didn't push me away.

"Well ... you need it Liam ... let me do it for you!" Facing him,
I of course had my hand in a reverse grip, thumb nearest his
pubic curls, the skin covered tip of his cock in the palm of my
hand - he was so warm and so utterly wankable and I wanted
to do it badly!

"Ok then ... if you want!" He sounded a little more interested,
probably now so aroused that if I didn't do it, he would do it,
perhaps in the loo, or perhaps even whilst I watched! That
would be nice, I always like watching boys giving them selves
pleasure

"Right ... let's see how exciting I can make it for you!" I
moved to stand by his side and changed to a more orthodox
grip, now able to tug back on his foreskin - gently, just in case!
In fact, it slid back easily, revealing his bulging purple glans to
my hungry eyes. Letting go, the soft skin rolled back up, not
quite covering the tip of his dick this time. Delightful! "You've got
a really nice dick you know ... really ready for a nice wank!"
Something I had now started to do for him.

"Yeah ... go on then!" He sounded hoarse, surprisingly
aroused really.

"Ok, just enjoy it!" Despite various signs of puberty obvious
from the moment he had pulled his pants down, I felt I had to
ask, "Can you spunk up yet?"

"Course I can ... do it quicker and find out!" He managed a
much better smile now, one of complicity as his teenage body
discovered that being tossed really was exciting  even though
so far I was merely playing with him, revelling in the warm
hardness of his delightful cock.

But he needed his orgasm so I set to work more seriously,
sliding his foreskin to & fro as sexily as I could. As much as I
wanted to suck him, I just had to forget that and continue
wanking such a lovely boy-penis: somehow, it was very much
more exciting than the much bigger cock my friend from the
youth club owns. "There, that's nice Liam ... sexy boy! Do you
like being wanked?"

"Yeah! It's great! Keep on ... nearly there!"

>From the tone of his voice and the distant look in his eyes, I
knew that he was going to come quickly! Sad really, for I like
my boyfriends' pleasure to be as prolonged as possible! But he
needed to enjoy his orgasm so I tossed away, not all that
quickly really, just doing it as lasciviously as I knew how. He
had said he could spunk up and that simple ability was what I
now wanted him to demonstrate.

Suddenly, with no real warning, Liam was there.

Leaning heavily against me, his breathing became noisier
and rather jerky as his cock started to throb. As I stared down
at it, I was amazed to see a thick ribbon of white boy-sperm
shooting from the tiny hole in the tip, the stuff going all over the
floor - so much of it and very messy! More spurts of that
magical white liquid - my question to his ability to spunk-up
should have annoyed him, Liam was very capable!

His noises were loud, his breath jerky, his hot dick
wonderful to hold. It throbbed weakly a couple more times but
was quickly still. I tried my best, both to hold him up and to
make those brief moments of pleasure as exciting as possible.
"Clever spunky boy!" I whispered as he rapidly calmed down,
"What a shot! That was good wasn't it?"

"Wow!" He was still too lost in his fading pleasure. "That
was nice ... thanks John!" He managed now to stand on his
own two feet and then, giving me the most amazingly
contented smile, he added, "That was really sexy ... you
wanked me really sexy ... thanks!"

"Thanks for letting me do it! You must let me do it again one
day!" As I spoke, I shook off the last dribbles of sperm, even
more impressed by what he had produced. That done, he
pushed my hand away - his cock suddenly shrinking a great
deal, losing its hardness but not quite returning to its original
flaccid state.

Delightful and I wanted more than ever to kiss that part of
his body. Instead, I indicated the line of white cream on the
floor and the small pool of the stuff at our feet. "You didn't tell
me you could shoot so much ... very sexy! When did you last
do it?"

"On Tuesday ... that's why I was so desperate last night
and," he laughed, "that's why I needed it now and why I shot
so much! Thanks for doing it for me John it was really great!"

"Course it was ... sex is always better when done with
someone else, doesn't matter who as long as you both want to
do it!" I looked back to the streams of sticky white ejaculate on
my carpet "It's not just a dick that's more than big enough,
you've shot enough to get a dozen girls pregnant!" I always like
to remind my partners that they are heterosexual, despite
whatever fun we've been having!

"Suppose so!!" He was happy enough. "Sorry about that
though ... you wanked me really sexy and," he laughed, "I
needed to spunk up! Shall I clean it up?"

"No ... don't bother ... I'll do that later!" There was no way I
was going to clean any of it up: over the years my flat has
been decorated by several boys who've managed to leave
proof of their spunk-making ability in all sorts of places!

"I'd better go!" His erotic needs now satisfied, he shook
another cloudy tear from the end of his cock, then reached
down to pull up his things. Somehow he managed to stow his
half-hard cock in his pants and by the time he pulled the cut-
offs back round him, it had returned to its flaccid state. "That's
better ... thanks John, I needed that!" Blushing once more, "An'
thanks for what you said, you're right I suppose about me
dick!"

"Course I am ... if your friends tease you again, why don't
you suggest you measure your dicks ... but they have to be
stiff! Yours will be as big as theirs or even bigger, I bet!"

"Great idea!" He laughed,  "An' thanks for ... you know ...
telling me about wanking an' me mam!"

"I meant everything I said ... just don't let her catch you at it
again Liam! Do it when ever you need to ... like all other boys
do!"

"She won't catch me ... not again!"

I could see he wanted to go and of course, he could hardly
stay much longer than usual. First though, I had to pay him for
the work he had done earlier, thanking him again for that part
of our relationship! "See you again in a fortnight? You do want
to carry on being my gardener?"

"Course ... I really need the money!" He smirked wickedly,
"And, you wanked me really well John ... shall I call round
again every Saturday?"

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14th July 1999