Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 08:56:58 +0100 (BST)
From: Jon Himus <jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Latin Gardener

THE LATIN GARDENER
By JonH

When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found.  If you wanna see the
pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (if
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It's the hottest day of the year.  The air-conditioning in the house died
yesterday so inside is shaded but only slightly cooler than outside.
Parting the blinds I can see Carl still trimming the edges of the path,
judging by what he had left he'd be there another twenty minutes or so, the
back of his faded blue T-shirt was plastered to the skin of his back and
looking hard I swear I can see a line of sweat in his shorts where his ass
crack is.

My wife Diane always referred to Carl as 'our Spanish gardener' but somehow
that makes me uncomfortable, he's our gardener but the way she said it
sounded snobbish and besides he's Puerto Rican as far as I know.  I love
her, always have, for ten years we've been married and for the most part it
goes well.  I'm 37, she's 34 and I'm happy with our sex lives - I'd never
say it to her but her neurosis's keep her vagina tight and it really can
clench my cock in a very hot way.

Carl had stood up for a moment, lifting the front of his T-shirt to wipe
the sweat off his face and I can see the dark skin of his back and the way
a small roll of fat protrudes over the waistband of his shorts.  I decided
I'm not going to jerk off while looking at him but nonetheless I decide to
take off my shorts and shirt just to feel cooler.  He then squatted down
onto the path and upsentmindedly scratches his left ass cheek as he begins
to trim the grass again.

My briefs feel damp with sweat and I can feel my growing erection pulling
at my pubic hair painfully.  Diane's flight wasn't due to arrive until 8
the next night so I figured there was no harm in stripping naked.  Peeling
off my damp briefs I throw them behind the couch.  My cocks big I know
that, cut and long, I haven't seem many stiff cocks in my life but I know
from porn videos that I'm OK.  It helps having a good cock I guess.  Seeing
as I have to wear glasses all the time and seeing as I really do look like
the accountant I am it does help to have a sexual thing I'm proud about.

Diane is great, I love her, I sincerely do and I don't have some secret
boiling inside me.  I know I love her.  I'm straight.  Always have been.
The heat must've been getting to Carl, I could see he's not working as fast
as usual.  If I wasn't naked I'd take him a drink.  I wonder what he smells
like in this heat?

He scratches himself on the ass again, this time I see his middle finger
push the fabric over his crack, I don't think it'd be his hole but I'm not
sure.  Reaching back I do the same but being naked my finger slides between
my hairy ass cheeks and slides easily between them thanks to the sweat on
my skin.  I flick over my hole with my finger and bring it to my nose -
it's clean but I love that smell.

Using a dildo isn't being unfaithful to Diane.  I've gotta stop thinking
about her and just go with flow.  I keep my dildo under the couch in my
study, wrapped up in an old hand towel my cock jumps as I unwrap it.
Dropping onto the couch I spread out and give my rock hard cock a few firm
tugs.  I scratch a little deeper into my ass and sniff the results - clean
but musky.  I wonder if all guys asses smell the same?  I remember in
college when I was waiting behind Travis Deacon for a turn at fucking this
girl that I got a smell of his ass as he began to sweat.  I was keen to
fuck the girl but I also wanted to really see another guys ass up close.
Travis's ass cheeks parted slightly as he maneuvered his cock into the girl
and I gotta say I was curious.

Working up spit for the dildo I begin to wonder if Carl's ass smells like a
white guys.  He's always clean shaven so I assume he keeps himself clean.
Holding the dildo so as not to let the spit slide off I raise my legs - a
real whore position I always figured - cool air hits my ass crack as it
opens.  Pushing the dildo lightly against my hole the slimy wetness of the
plastic tip always fills me with excited anticipation.  I begin to think
about Carl's ass as I push the plastic shaft against my opening - if he's
clean I guess he must finger his hole in the shower, get all the shit off
it, I wonder how far up he puts his finger?

The dildo begins to part my hole and with a few pushes it starts to slide
in.  For a straight guy my ass is accommodating of the plastic shaft.
Diane'd never use it on me so I guess to maybe one day have another guy do
it would be OK or maybe a woman, a hooker...no, it's a guy thing somehow.
I'd love to see Carl's cock sink into a cunt though.

Letting my head drop back I get the plastic shaft a good couple of inches
up me.  I know it's not gonna come against resistance.

"Mr Fletcher?"  It's Carl's voice from the bottom of the stairs!  Dropping
my legs I lie there motionless.  I gotta get up!  I gotta dress!

"Mr. Fletcher...I need your car moved I'm blocked in" I can hear him on the
stairs coming up.  I gotta hide this, I'm screwed if he...but I'm jerking
off what's wrong with it?  The dildo?  Shit.  I gotta get up now and fast
but I'm not moving.  He'll find me like this but I gotta get up.

"Mr Fletcher" He's at the end of the hall.  He knows I'll be in here.
He'll know!  This is insane.  My stomachs twisting, I hold the dildo still
in my ass.  I gotta move but I don't.  I raise my legs.

"Mr Fle....OH SHIT!?!"  He lets out a laugh.  Strangled but amused.  I drop
my legs and pretend to be shocked.  My face is red, real red.

"Carl?!?  I didn't hear you.  Where...?!?"

He's not moving.  He stands at the door to my study, wiping sweat from his
brow he smirks as he looks down at me.  But the smirk fades to an
expression I can't read.  But he's not moving.

"Diane's away.  And it's hot...the air-conditionings broken so it's hot so
this slides in easy so I..."  I stop myself from babbling.  To prove a
point I raise my legs slightly to show him how far it's in me.

"My ass it sweats too, in this heat but I don't...I don' do that" Carl's
expression is almost one of morbid curiosity.  Hoping my face is still 'red
with shame' I boldly look down at the front of his baggy shorts - no sign
of erection.  But no sign of him moving either.

Without thinking Carl reaches back and scratches at his ass.  His face
flushes with embarrassment when he realizes what he just did.

"It itches that's all"

"You have to keep it clean in this hot weather" I lower my legs, the dildo
slides a small way out of my ass but I manage to clench to keep it up
there.

Carl gets a smirk on his face again.

"You like cock up your ass?"

"No, no not all.  Only this dildo that's all"

Carl looks skeptical.  He leans forward and inhales deeply.  "No smell".

"No Carl, I keep clean.  Is yours clean?"

"Yes Mr Flet...I take a shit this morning and I have shower straight after"

I rub my still hard shift with the palm of my hand.  Looking at Carl's
crotch I see a slight tent in his sweat soaked shorts.  I've gotta sound
confident.

"So now you've seen my asshole.  Does it look like yours?"

"Mine is darker but hairy like yours"

"Can I see it?"

"You want to see your gardeners asshole?"  At least the smirk on Carl's
face is friendly.

"Would that be all right with you?"

Carl slowly removes his sweat soaked T-shirt, shorts and small black
briefs.  Dropping the damp pile on the floor he tugs at his uncut cock
until the head start to emerge from the foreskin.  When he drops down on
the other end of the couch I smell the sweat on his body.  It's pungent and
strong and exhilarating in it's way.  It smells of hard manual work.

In imitation of the position he found me in he raises his legs and spreads
them.  I can see the sweat has plastered the black hairs of his crack
against the skin.  Pushing the dildo from my ass I let it fall to the floor
as I kneel down between Carl's raised legs.  The smell of his ass is faint
compared to the smell of sweat.

"Careful of shit" Carl says with a smirk.

"But it smells clean" And beautiful.  It is like mine and it is like
Travis's.  Holding my face above it I inhale deeply.  The sour smell of his
balls hits me.  I'm content to let him slowly jerk his own cock, it's his
ass I'm interested in.

Bringing my finger in closer I flick it against his cracks matted hairs
separating them until the tip touches the base of his crack.  Slowly
working my way up I finally feel the softness of his ass lips.  When I push
slightly at them he clenches and closes his legs.

"No, no.  Only shit goes in my ass.  No fingers"

"Your hole has a soft ring.  Don't worry.  I just want to feel your ass
lips"

"My ass 'lips'" he chuckles "you want to kiss my sweaty Latino lips, Mr.
Fletcher"

I bring the finger that's been on his ass to my nose - it smells clean but
with the definite smell of a mans ass.

"Yes Carl I would like to try that"

I reached down to get the dildo off the floor.  Letting a drool of spit
fall onto the plastic shaft I reach back to insert it into my jutting
asshole.  Carl smiles as he sees it slide in.

With one hand holding the dildo in place I move a cushion under Carl's hips
to raise them higher.  He knows what I wants and lifts his crotch higher
and spreads his legs.  Again the black hairs part - this time I can see
that twitching hole.

"You eat my ass.  You lick your gardeners ass clean" Carl's hoarse voice
was enough.

As he begins to pick up the speed of his fist on his shaft I extend my
tongue and lap it wide and wet onto the hairy crevice.  My hole head, all
my senses shoot through with electricity as the salty sweat of his skin
hits my tongue, slowly sinking my tongue deeper into his crack I taste and
smell the pungency increase.  I'm sure the tang I can taste is the faint
residue of shitty sweat but it just drives me wilder.  Finding the soft
spongy ass lips with my tongue I make a firm point and begin to dig into
this Latino ass.

Carl's head drops back in pleasure as his employer begins to eat him out.

Spitting and grunting onto his hole I manage to clench my own ass onto the
dildo and with a free hand jerk myself like he is.  I take a tentative suck
of his hole.  Warm sweat and my own drool is drawn between my lips.  My
tongue pistons deeper, cleaning the ring.  I'm close, Carl's gasping.

I'm gonna blow.

I suck at the ass juice and wipe my nose into between these sweaty cheeks.
This is every ass I ever wanted to know.  This is that private place of all
men.  I could drink this sweat I hope my face smells of Carl's hole, I hope
my body wreaks of his stale sweat.

Carl bucks his ass hard against my face, my cheeks sink between his ass
cheeks as he lets go a load.  Loud grunts shoot from his mouth as I too
start to blow and blow...cum is splattering and soaking the coach, a jolt
of jizz splats onto my chin but I keep my face between his cheeks.  The
hairs rasp onto nose as I sigh in release.

Spent and satisfied I raise my from between his legs.  He's got a worn out
smirk on his sweat dripping face.  I smile faintly at him as with one hand
he plucks an ass hair from my face and holds up for me to see.


THE END

When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found.  If you wanna see the
pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk

(if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're
after)