Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2010 09:06:17 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: My New life with Jon...

My new life with Jon...  Copyright Alex Carr 2010

My first real job, after having gotten a degree for horticulture, was in a
large commercial nursery in Jersey, Isle of Wight.

I was eager to learn all I could about tropical plants especially, and for
my first month, employed by a well known horticultural firm, I was
apprenticing  under the auspices of Jon Hussy -in one of the large greenhouses. Jon
knew  all there was to know about tropical flora (and more too I soon
discovered!) and  could give me the practical experience so valuable to me.

I liked Jon very much, although he was Bi he brought out the flora of my
true sexuality which, until then, I was not sure of.

I knew that my leaning was more to the masculine of my species and felt
akin to many of my fellow masculine students at college, but never like this,
Jon had a certain calm and kindness about him that I found very appealing
and  strangely sexual.

He also had a gem of a figure, slim and wiry which I liked and he always
greeted me in the mornings with a rapturous smile.

Me thinking what a shame he was married, he had a kid too, so I came to the
 painful decision that dear Jon would never be mine.

But one morning, when he was showing me the art of pollinating cucumbers,
all that brushing and the like which I found very alluring, , like with a
very  tiny what is  called a  pollinating brush, - one strokes the flower of
the male species and then very gently transfers the almost invisible pollen
to  the flower of the female.

"And before you know it Pete," he said to me," you have a baby cucumber
starting. " For me - just to think I was responsible for that new growth was
real job satisfaction, and then to see it grow into a sturdy ripe cucumber
was  the true satisfaction of what this occupation is all about."

Secretly I was thinking just how nice it would be to see Jon grow into
those skin tight gabardines.
Was I really thinking that? He certainly must  have had an effect on me.

That really is what set our lovely relationship off. I could not get over
his enthusiasm, he actually talked to the various species of plants, teasing
and  smoothing the stalks and leaves and even the flower buds and petals
with a so  very gently touch ,which made me all of a jelly like inside.

He noticed, did Jon, I could see he was pondering deep in thought. Next
time he touched a plant I did too, it was one of the new geranium species he
said they were procuring , they are not blessed by their scent but the
flowers seems to last forever. His was a deep pink variety and mine was  white.

"You know something, Pete - there is something about  sturdy plants as
these  that make me hope that my virility can last so long. He stopped
stroking and turned to me, his expression full of a love beam I had not known
before, not from a guy anyway - and I could feel there was lust there too and
then it just happened, like it was meant to be, no awkwardness, no
intimidation  - it just simply seemed right  - and when he brushed my right cheek,
first  with his fingers and then his lips  I felt a certain wondrous warmth
enter my being.

It was beautiful, it was divine, it was sensual and so very arousing - I
knew I had a very definite  swelling come below as dear Jon pursued   to
brush kiss my lips in a way which was so very sensual. I closed my eyes to  take
in the moment and then I felt something so very wonderful begin to caress
me below. I shuddered thinking for a moment this was wrong, like this, with
another guy, at work? - but he was not about to stop what he was doing so
wonderfully, he just said for me to chill and enjoy as there he was,
slipping  down to his knees, me facing him leant against the bench.

"You had better keep your eyes alert, Pete - we should be okay behind  the
large aspidistra,  but just keep your eyes open for Mr Collins  Huh?" ( Mr
Collins was the supervisor )
I was not sure if I should be alarmed  or condescending when he started to
unzip my jeans. He said he would love to  remove them but that would be too
risky if anyone suddenly came in. He sort of  winkled me out from beneath my
briefs and between my unzipped jeans despite the  swell. He stretched it
back to reveal my crimson plum and I heard him moan as he  sniffed me.

"But Jon, you are married I thought?"

"I am, Pete but I am also Bi and there are certain things that Patricia
cannot be for me."

My brain was staring to wander at that stage, on feeling what he was so
wonderfully doing to me,  and what he said seemed to make it aright.

 I was about to enjoy the most wonderful divine oral delight that was  to
change my whole life, it was the start something so very exciting and good,
and just standing there, feeling his enjoyment of me, and mine of him,  was
something beyond description.

My most intimate parts were being treated to the same touch that sweet Jon
gave to his plants, he whispered that I was like a new cucumber growing in
his  hand - but much, much warmer and so gorgeously flexible,  and then he
complimented me on the texture which he said was so   wonderful and
inspiring  and like silk touch. I knew then I  just wanted to be all  cock and
balls for him  as he helped himself to me, his warm mouth and  inquisitive
tongue exploring me as he stretched back my foreskin right to the  end this time
and licked the head of my presentation until I felt   something wondrous was
going to happen..

"Pete," he whispered taking a breather from what he was doing, his face
all  flushed, come, sit on the edge of the bench for me and open wide Huh. Let
me  enjoy you to the full. - only mind that very big Cactus, we don't want
that  pricking you do we?"  he chuckled and I loved that, the way he
chuckled as  he kneeled again to comfort himself between my legs, his fingers
stroking inside  my thighs, running up along the seam of my jeans, reaching the
opening  of  my unzipped jeans which he had now stretched back to reveal a
good helping  of  me - and beginning to cup my balls so sensually with his
hands together  and his mouth so slowly and beautifully sucking me.

He occasionally paused to take breath whispering words which made me all
the more horny, like how he loved to suck sweet young cock, how he adored the
 smell and taste of cock.

I was in a dream world. I really was enjoying the new wonderful sensations
of sex with this wonderful sweet guy who just kept on sucking and sucking
me in  all sorts of positions I could never have imagined. Looking up at me
now and  again, showing me how his cheeks bulged full of cock and how he
moved the head  inside my mouth, rubbing the sensual part against the roof of
his mouth for  extra sensuality which I just adored.

He said for me to watch as he took the whole of my length into his mouth,
it felt so good, he must have almost been swallowing me to get it in that
far.

Taking another breather he complimented me on my lovely cock, asking if I
was okay. I think my expression told him that  because came that wondrous
smile again as he leaned up to kiss me on the lips, then a new sensation,
tasting myself  in his kiss, the taste I knew so much after those mad, mad
masturbations given the imagery of lustful imaginings, and sniffing the scent
of  fuck in the palm of my hand after a good hearty stiff wank.

Now I had no need to imagine any more, this was the real thing and  how.

"Jon" I interrupted with some urgency as he wrapped his tongue around my
cock starting to play with my p-hole.

He paused. Looked up.

"I'm about to cum." I warned thinking he would not like that in his  face.

"I know, and it is fine," he said as if realising.

And then he said " Feed me, feed me! Give me your cream!"

He strengthened his hold around my throbbing cock and started to masturbate
 me with certain jerking movements which really set me afire, My whole
being was  his to do with what he will, I felt the surge come in my groin, the
wonderful  gush of pure gratification as my hot steaming fluid spurted out
into his mouth ,  dribbling over his face, his cheeks glistening with it.

It seemed he had got as much satisfaction as I did because I saw him
instantly masturbate over his trousers. Hearing the moans I assisted and felt
the strength of his cock beneath and heard the moans.

"I think I need to wash," he said afterwards -  making for  the  washroom
next door, I managed to find some tissue which I bunched into my briefs
until I went to the washroom on Jon's return. I could still feel myself
dribbling spunk, I had never had sex like this and it was wonderful.

The rest of the day we got on with the work and I felt so really different
and at ease with Jon.

He said perhaps t it would be a good idea if I wore jogging trousers the
next day; "It will be a lot easier    for better access and  quicker to cover
up is the boss comes in suddenly , agreed?"

Of course I agreed and then I knew our relationship was going to continue,
and looked forward to it so very much.

We were always limited though taking a quickie in the greenhouse, thinking
if we were caught our jobs would probably be at risk. It was thrilling and
wonderful to share the quickies with Jon and somehow it made it all the
more  thrilling because we were doing it on the quiet.

But there was coming a time when his regular sessions made me want much
more, I found myself coming in to work minus briefs to make it even easier for
 him, and also he said to wear braces which enhanced the line of my ass -
he absolutely adored the look of my tight bum in just my jeans, he very
often  use to come up behind me and have a quick feel into my crutch and smooth
his  strong hands over my cheeks which was divine.

It came to the point I  liked to tempt him by leaning steeply over the
bench staging when moving plants around, moving my ass in a very provocative
fashion anticipating his firm hungry quick feel or the squeeze of my cock and
 balls if I opened just slightly, and occasionally which I especially loved
too,  he'd give my ass a brisk slap which made me wince yet made me feel
complete, I  wanted him to take me over his knee and give me a real sound
spanking over my  jeans.

I'd got to taking him orally too, he was lovely, tasted so divine and
earthy, his cock was so wonderfully pliable in my mouth, I came t want it more
and more, the tease and taste if sweet/sour  cock, soon I was wanting it
another way though, and Jon knew it, as he had started to come up behind me,
unzip himself and prod his stiff erection between my thighs, saying I was
his  `tight jeans boy and how he wanted to get into them.

Of course I wanted that too, I was craving for it, even though I knew first
 time it would hurt. Jon was a biog boy down there and I just knew it would
take  a lot of patient stretching with lots of lubricant to get right
inside me. Yet  that didn't hype me at all, the passion I felt for Jon overcome
all that and I  just knew after the initial penetration we would be
compatible.

I think we both knew what it was leading to, It was a natural progression
really, the trouble was he was married, I was living with my Mum, so it was
awkward for us to spend really quality time together.  For when it came to
going further we both agreed that it would spoil it to rush it. It had to
he  something very special.

He said it was not as though he didn't love his wife any more, he did, but
he said he loved me too in a different way, so felt there was nothing wrong
with  that.

The thing is we couldn't go to his place and it was difficult for him to
come to mine for what we both had in mind,  How would we find a way!

Love always finds a way.

On the pretence he was working overtime as far as his wife was concerned
and my mum too, when it was time to leave work Jon had a gate key, so we
could  get back in after hours, into the empty office which had a very nice
settee and  all we wanted.

It was going to be divine. And for the first time we could just chill out
and strip completely.

The way we were reflected the way we had so frankly talked about the things
 we both wanted to do. Jon whispered for me to crouch above him and
gradually  come down over my face, smothering him in my intimates, rolling myself
around  so he could taste and lick every part of me, and when his tongue
found my hole I so wanted more, I wiggled and twisted, I wanted breaking in so
 much. But Jon, dear Jon came  prepared, he'd bought some various anal
vibrators which would gradually stretch me, it was so much fun feeling him
gradually insert each one into me down there, all the time kissing and
caressing  my cheeks, sucking down there between insertions, when we got to the big
one,  the one he said matched the size of his vessel, I worked to help Jon
push it  into me, it hurt for a while, I held it there as Jon instructed and
then the  initial pain seemed to numb, he whispered that the feel of his
prick would be  much nicer because it was more pliable, and when at last I was
treated to raw  ripe penetrating throbbing cock it was a real thrill to be
fucked ardently like  that, his cock thrusting deep up inside and I felt each
thrust so deep up inside  me, making me yell and shout, wanting more and
more of his ripe fuck!

I had so looked forward to Jon's fuck and he was well aware of that as
afterwards, he spread my ass cheeks apart to see just how it looked - and said
how diving I looked, that I had a sweet ass made for deep fucking.

He asked if I had been fucked before and I replied I hadn't. He lamented
over that; "A virgin Huh! I might have guessed but you were lovely"

"Have you? I wanted to know, "I mean other guys?"

He said he wanted to show me some pictures, for my eyes only because they
were of Patricia; "you will see she enjoys having it both ways, so that is
the  only way I have done it, never withy another guy though, you are the
first, I  have never really wanted to, not that way anyway, until you that is,
I feel it  is so right too,"

I felt him begin to rim me with his fingers again  as I looked at the
revealing pictures, so personal and thrilling

"Would you like me to fuck you that way, Pete?" Jon asked seeing me take
in  a lovely scene of him fucking his wife the back way, she laying on her
back,  legs folded right back over her head, her ass steeped and ready as he
stretched  over her thighs facing downwards and gave it too her deep and
complete.

I relished that thought, that I could feel like she must have felt being
fucked like that, and positioned myself easily for his approach, in just a
half  hour he was ready to fuck me again and that was so wonderful

The fuck was simulating and he said he would also do with me what he did
with Patricia afterwards, that is to let me suck and taste the both of us on
his  dribbling cock.

This was real intimacy and I knew our relationship was so   strong.

An it had all started because of a cucumber pollination!