From: tbeck@kiva.net (TBeck)
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Subject: Repost: Bryan the Gardener
Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 18:42:57 -0600
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 The following posts are reposts of stories that I have gleaned from the
Internet through the years.  I have given credit to the author if one
still remained after multiple postings. Most contain graphic sex between
consenting males.

If this subject matter offends you or is in violation of your community
pornography standards, you should leave this group now. If you are under
the age of eighteen, the law says you shouldn't be here.

Under United  States law (Telecommunications Act of 1995) it is illegal to
knowingly transmit sexually explicit material to minors .  The author is
transmitting this story solely for the entertainment of adults.
 





Bryan the Gardener

Bryan was the gardener and maintenance guy. He was hired back in January,
and he caught my 
eye, bundled up in a varsity letter jacket, shoveling snow from the
walkways. When spring came, 
his attire changed to a orange v-neck baseball shirt and a red baseball
cap, jeans and light brown 
Timberlands.  Bryan was short, rather short, just 5'5", and that sizzled
my desires. I'm a tall guy, 
6'4", and I really dig short guys. For some reason, being bottom to a guy
shorter than me really 
adds to the excitement. I'm sure a shrink could have a field day.

Bryan was Italian looking: black hair, kept pretty short, a close cropped
mustache, and a smooth 
bright face. Yet his look was menacing. He had an air of 'back off
motherfucker' about him. I 
never saw him smile. But yet, I'm sure he was a real cool person when
around his friends. He was 
probably 24, yet he was the type who will look 24 when he's 35.

When the weather warmed, Bryan would work without a shirt. Just jeans,
boots, and a baseball 
cap. The sight of him made me sigh out loud. He had that tight body, not a
hair to be found, 
smooth and somewhat tan from working in the warm Virginia sun. His build
was light, but he was 
a sight to behold.

I would jump from the couch every time I heard the maintenance cart drive
by, hoping to catch a 
glimpse. I would drive from the complex and spot him digging in the dirt,
so covered in sweat that 
I could see it glisten from a distance.  Sometimes, when I was brave, I
would go out on the patio, 
and just watch him clean out the pool, which was right outside my
apartment. I would try to be 
coy, and not stare in his direction, but his size and incredible body kept
making me look back at 
him.

This went on for a long time. I even got to see him up close, passing me
once on his way in to an 
apartment. His chest was so damn smooth, you could eat off it. No smile,
no hello, but I smiled, 
and our eyes met. He showed no reaction.

My air conditioner had gone out, and I called maintenance number to get it
fixed, hoping that 
Bryan would have to come into my apartment. Sure enough, an hour later, a
knock came at the 
door. It was him, and my eyes brightened.

"Your AC?" he muttered.

"Yeah, come on in..." I smelled his sweat as he passed me.

I offered him a drink, which he rejected as he went straight to the
circuit breakers. The control for 
the AC was switched off. I watched his every move.

Without warning, his voice threatened, "You got a problem?"

I was shocked by his anger. "Um, no, man..." I stammered.

"You're always fuckin' lookin at me. What's the deal, man? You a fag or
something?"

I looked to the ground, caught. "Well, yeah, I guess..." I mumbled.

He smiled and laughed. It became him. "I figured you for a queer, man. You
were pretty fuckin' 
obvious." His mood returned to moderate anger. He grabbed his crotch.
"Well, I ain't had fag hole 
for a while. Get over here, man. I'll give ya what you want."

I was stunned. He unbuttoned his 501's with one quick move, and his dick
flopped out of the fly. 
Here's the kicker: his dick was a rubbery torpedo, covered in sweat and
almost seven inches long. 
It wasn't even hard. I thought back to my ex, who was almost as short in
height, but had a dick 
almost as big.

"Suck my dick," he commanded. I dropped to my knees and had to sit on my
feet to reach his 
dick, and immediately sucked the sweat off his cockhead with a quick pass
of my tongue. My jaw 
opened, and I engulfed the meat, working my tongue underneath to get all
the sweat I could. Bryan 
let out a moan.

I began a deep slow blow job, as wet as I could, keeping in the 'men suck
dick better' tradition. 
His dick grew longer, probably to about 9 inches.  Here I was, a tall dude
on his knees playing 
queer to this tiny guy.

Excellent.

I reached up for his nipple, and he smacked my hand away. "The dick man,
do my fuckin' cock." 
I returned to my deep sucking, working up good slimy throat spit to cover
his cock. He grabbed 
my head suddenly, and fucked my face for all I was worth. I had to do my
best to keep from 
gagging on his prize prick.

Byran began to breath heavily.

He pulled out without warning, his dick dripping my spit. "Come on." He
walked into my 
bedroom, kicked off his boots (they must have been a size 7), pulled off
his jeans, and spit onto 
his cock, just letting it fall from his lips onto his cockhead. I knew
what I had to do.
I pulled off my shorts, leaving my high tops on, and fell back on the bed.

Before I knew what was happening, my legs were high in the air, his
cockhead was at my ass, and 
he said "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, Bryan, fuck that hole, man."

"Ok, I'll fuck your cunt, faggot."

With that he slammed in. Lucky I had lubed it up good or else I would
really have been crying. As 
it was, it hurt so good. I moaned loudly. He started into a nice slow
groove. "Yeah, take my cock, 
bitch. Fuck you, fuckin' bitch." He moaned phrases like that over and
over, as his pace quicked, 
until he was fucking me like a rabbit. "Take that cock, you fuckin' cunt."
He hel tightly onto my 
sneakers as handles for my body. He had to reach pretty high with his arms
to get them though.
I was totally into this scene. I'd be his pussy anytime. I reached back
and felt the union of our 
bodies, his hard mantool slamming deep into my guts.  His naked dick
rubbed up against the walls 
of my asshole, generating those feelings that you only got from a naked
butt ramming. His eyes 
were closed and he was obviously dreaming of being in a girl's hole. I
felt great, letting this guy 
totally use me. It was what I wanted.

"Oh, take it bitch, fuckin' bitch, I'm gonna cum, take it you bitch!"

He slammed his cock into my stomach, and his hot cream seared my insides.
I shot off without 
even touching my cock, covering my chest with my load. Bryan shook his
head to straighten his hair, and to shake off some sweat, which fell onto
me. He  gave a few short deep strokes before pulling his cock out. It made
a huge pop as he yanked it out  of my stretched hole.

Quickly, as if embarrased, he wiped his dick off on my sheet, put his
jeans on, and his boots, and 
said "Thanks." He walked out the door.

I lay there in my stupor. I had been totally used and loved it. I savored
the memories before falling 
asleep.  Bryan came over a few more times to get off. One time it was
three in the morning when he 
knocked on the door to fuck. Another night he slept over, his cock snugly
nestled up my ass all 
night. He knew I would keep my mouth shut, because I wanted that dick over
and over again. 

Last week, I noticed some old guy doing the gardening. Casually, as I paid
my rent, I asked what 
happened to him. "Oh, he moved to Arizona."

"Oh," I replied