Date: Thu, 02 Aug 2001 07:28:43
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mexican Gardener

THE MEXICAN GARDENER

by Bambino


Author's disclaimer: The following a work of fiction.  All characters are
purely fictitious; any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.
Although this story describes sexual acts between men and boys, these
descriptions bear no relation to real events and in no way endorse or
reflect an unlawful lifestyle.  This work of literature is protected under
the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America.

The author retains the copyright on this work.  Distribution or posting of
this work without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright.

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Sean first saw a grown man's penis at the age of nine.  Crouching behind
the kitchen door and peeking through the seam of the doggy-door, he watched
Felipe, the house gardener, taking a piss into the wall hedge.  This was
the landmark impression that took seed, in the susceptible young mind, and
flowered into later obsession.  Young Sean retained the memory of the huge,
dangling brown appendage and its kinky fringe of black hair, and most of
all its curious nozzle of overhanging skin that made it so different from
his own, circumcised penis.  The sight burned an enduring memory into his
mind, together with an odd persistent desire to see it again.  His wish was
never fulfilled; Felipe was, in Sean's mother's terms, a boozer, and
following several noisy disputes he was relieved of his services.

Sean's second encounter with a man's penis occurred several years later,
when he was barely twelve years old.  It was fitting -- or so it seemed at
the time -- that the penis in question should belong, once again, to the
gardener, specifically to Guillermo, who was the latest and most
satisfactory in a long series of employees that had succeeded Felipe.

Guillermo was the most handsome, masculine and provocative man Sean had
ever seen.  He was distinctively more attractive than Felipe had been.
Sean had been interested only in Felipe's penis, mainly on account of its
size.  The rest of him hadn't been particularly attractive.  Guillermo,
however, was uniformly interesting from head to toe.  His age was hard for
Sean to guess but he imagined him to be about thirty-two or -three.  He was
tall, with a deep nut-brown complexion, luxuriant black hair, a patriarchal
mustache, and a muscular build.  Sean, at an age when a brawny and powerful
physique excited urgent new yearnings in his blossoming awareness, formed
an instant crush on Guillermo, and simultaneously a new hobby of 'spying'
on him through the blinds of his upstairs bedroom window each Saturday
afternoon as he worked in the backyard.

Guillermo, hard at work, was oblivious to the furtive pair of eyes roving
over his shirtless torso and caressing every line and curve.  Sean,
instinctively rubbing his stiff penis through his pants, silently
worshipped the magnificent brown muscles, rippling like bronze satin in the
sun.  The streaks of sweat running down Guillermo's back and chest were, to
Sean, tremendously exciting, indicative of the big handsome Mexican's
bull-like virility and stamina.  And when Guillermo straightened up to take
a swig from a water jug, his arm raised high, Sean's lust factor peaked
wildly off the graph at the sight of the thick, neatly confined patch of
stiff black hair in the exposed armpit.

Even more arousing than Guillermo's armpit was the ostensible bulge at the
crotch of his snug, well-worn jeans.  Since Guillermo was somewhat more
discreet about answering his calls of nature than Felipe had been, Sean's
customary peephole at the doggy-door had never afforded him a glimpse of
what Guillermo was so obviously packing in denim.  Nevertheless Sean had
undertaken an investigation to discover Guillermo's pissing-place, which he
found behind the tool shed evinced by telltale wet patches on the trunk of
a lemon tree growing against the wall and the ground beneath it.  At his
earliest opportunity on the following Saturday, Sean arranged a clandestine
viewing spot by prying apart two slats in a vent and introducing a patch of
old wire mesh to conceal the gap.

The rest, as he had plotted it, was simplicity itself.  Guillermo arrived,
usually punctually, at 3:00 in the afternoon.  Sooner or later, in the
course of his doings, the frequent replenishments of water he took from his
jug would require a visit to the lemon tree behind the tool shed.  So
urgent was Sean's wish to see Guillermo's private parts that he was more
than glad to sit by the vent in the hot, dusty, unventilated tool shed as
long as it took to satisfy his wish.  Boredom, discomfort and restlessness
meant nothing to him, far outweighed as they were by the prospect of
catching sight of a big Mexican penis.

The vent, as if by serendipity, was conveniently located in the wall to
afford a nearly perfect close-up view of the expected event.  Stooping low
and squinting through it, Sean could clearly see the full trunk of the
lemon tree to the height of a man's midriff, and unless Guillermo for some
unlikely reason decided on this occasion to cross behind the tree to
relieve himself, Sean could not fail to witness the entire scene.

His twelve-year-old penis was already at its full stiffness when he stole
into the tool shed and situated himself at the vent, sitting on a stack of
old tires.  At the appointed hour he heard the back gate open and shut
again, followed by the familiar sounds of raking, sweeping, clipping and
the occasional loud whirr of the mower, edge trimmer or other power tools.
Once or twice Guillermo came around the shed into the vicinity of Sean's
view-space, but only to weed or prune rather than to piss.

Sean waited and waited.  Guillermo, who while efficient tended to take his
sweet time, on this occasion seemed to be outdoing himself.  Patiently Sean
began to pry away at the exposed part of the vent, hoping to expand his
view.  And then, suddenly, at roughly 3:45, the long-awaited event
occurred.

Under normal circumstances, Sean would have left his penis in his pants,
but here in the privacy of the shed and the prolonged extremity of his
arousal, he unfastened his pants with trembling fingers, shoved them and
his briefs down to his ankles, and began furiously stroking himself as his
wish came true before his eyes.

Guillermo took as much time with the ritual of urination that he did with
everything else, though he saw to it efficiently.  The threadbare,
grass-stained levis expanded into view before him, the crotch bulging with
its usual conspicuous prominence.  Sean watched the strong brown hands
unbuckle the belt in a leisurely fashion, carefully release the top button
and pull apart the fly rather than unzipping it.  The pristine white briefs
thus exposed appeared crammed chock-full of flesh.  Sean stroked himself
with a vengeance, reeling with anticipation, oblivious to the incipient
probability of orgasm since he had never experienced one yet.  All he knew
was that it felt good to touch his penis in this way, and seemed the
natural instinctive thing to do when it stiffened and throbbed with
implacable desire as it did now.  He had never taken it to the point beyond
the first pre-orgasmic tingles, since he mistook the sensation for the need
to urinate.  He had never known such a frenzy of arousal as he now felt,
either, which tempted him to go on stroking no matter if he ended up
pissing all over the shed.

Guillermo pulled down his briefs, sliding them down mid-thigh, and his
penis and balls flopped into view.  Sean barely restrained a little gasp.
It was even bigger than he had imagined -- the sight of it instantly
eclipsed the memory of Felipe's sizeable member.

The penis, lazily flaccid, was about the length of Guillermo's finger but
as wide as three of them.  There was a reassuring, lazy aspect to the way
it overhung the plump fur-covered balls, like a comfortable, well-fed hog.
In its relaxed state it was deeply brown and heavy with loose, spongy
flesh.  Unlike Felipe's penis, the foreskin did not overhang the head but
reposed in wrinkles and folds behind it.  The surrounding pelt of pubic
hair was jet black and stuck out in profuse curls and kinks.  Presently
Guillermo took his penis between thumb and forefinger and began to urinate,
directing the heavy, forceful stream at the roots of the tree.

Sean was beside himself with lust.  The stream went on and on, Guillermo a
seemingly inexhaustible fount.  When at last he had drained his bladder he
made a vigorous act of shaking his penis and slapping it against his finger
until no further drops went flying.  Sean found this last touch murderously
arousing, his arm a blur as he mauled his tortured pre-adolescent penis.

Guillermo finished his business and, at last sure that nothing more would
leak out from his penis, packed it away in his briefs.  Then he zipped,
buttoned and buckled himself up, and withdrew from the area.

Sean's head throbbed with physical and sexual heat.  Now all he could do
was wait in silence until Guillermo finished his tasks and left for the
day.  The show was over; it had fulfilled his fantasy but he wanted more --
he wanted to see Guillermo's penis get hard like his own.  He wondered how
big it became when swollen to its full capacity.  His imagination soared...
He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, absently
masturbating with somewhat abated vigor.

A sudden sound disrupted his reverie.  He turned with a gasp to see the
shed door open, and Guillermo standing there looking in.  "What the hell
you doin' in here?" demanded the gardener in husky accents, more surprised
than angry.

Sean, paralyzed, could only stare back with eyes wide and jaw lax.  In a
fraction of a second Guillermo assessed the scene, answered his own
question.  His keen, intense expression gave him the semblance of a big
watchful cat.  "So that's what you were doing, eh?" he said in a softer
tone, indicating the open vent.  "Spying on me while I take a piss? You
like to see men's dicks, eh? That what you like, boy?"

Sean's frozen faculties began to thaw.  What could he do? He thought
furiously... denials, dissembling, seemed patently futile.  He would only
make himself look more ridiculous.  For the moment he remained silent,
unmoving.  Each new option that came into his head seemed less desirable
than the last.

Then Guillermo did an odd thing.  He entered the shed, and shut the door
behind him.

"You want it, boy?" said the big man, "You want to see my dick? I'll show
it to you -- it's okay..."

Sean swallowed silently.  He maintained his attitude of stupefaction, but
now all was changed.  Guillermo liked boys!

"Will you really let me see it?"

Guillermo's dark eyes glittered.  "See it... touch it... anything you want,
baby.  Come over here."

Sean obeyed, stooping clumsily to pull up his pants and briefs and
tottering across the narrow floor.

"Keep your pants down," Guillermo whispered hoarsely.  Suddenly Sean felt
that they were now participants in a clandestine diversion that called for
haste and urgency.  "You were jacking off," said Guillermo, unbuckling his
belt once again, this time with considerably more alacrity.  "Did you cum
yet?"

Sean looked blank.  "What's that?"

"Oh shit," said Guillermo.  "You're so fucking young.  You don't even cum
yet, do you, kid?"

"I guess not," shrugged Sean.

"There," said Guillermo, bringing out his penis.  It was halfway erect, and
quickly attaining the full condition.  "You like it? It's big, huh... touch
it.  Go on -- you can, it's okay."

After a moment's hesitation Sean reached forward and wrapped diffident
fingers around the massive brown organ.  A sudden sense of homecoming, of
rightness, overtook him.  "This is it," he thought to himself, "I like
dicks.  I guess I'm gay."

Guillermo seemed to read his mind.  "You like it?" he said in a soft, burry
voice.

"Yeah," replied Sean, understating his feelings.  He never wanted to let
go!

Instinct overcame diffidence and Sean, trembling with the flood of
long-pent passions finally given release, roamed Guillermo's body with his
hands as for so many weeks he had done only with his eyes.  Just as the
images of Guillermo's various parts had imprinted themselves on his visual
memory, now the sensations of sliding over the firm, warm surfaces of his
chest, stomach, legs, buttocks and genitals imprinted themselves on his
tactile memory.  On each foray across the wonderful manly physique, the
boyish hands returned always to the central issue: the rigid brown colossus
that held such an infinity of fascination for him.  Sean hefted the weight
of it in his hand, wrapped his fingers around the shaft, ran his fingers
through the lush black pubic hair.

With a gentle smile, Guillermo withstood all of this exploratory play with
a kind of avuncular indulgence.

"Go ahead and jack it off," he commanded softly, dropping an arm over
Sean's shoulders.  "We don't have much time."

"Okay," whispered Sean haltingly, "how do you want me to do it? Like this?"

The boy experimentally slid the foreskin sleeve back and forth over the
enormous head, slowly and with a light touch.

Guillermo approved of the technique.  "Yeah, that's good -- but do it
faster and squeeze harder."

Sean did his best to comply.  Gripping the huge cylinder of flesh was a
sensation foreign to his hand -- and yet somehow it felt perfectly natural.
Soon enough he found a workable rhythm, exerting himself vigorously.

"Is this good?" he asked, looking up at the man.

"Oh yeah," moaned Guillermo, "damn that's good.  You keep going like that
and you'll make me cum good."

Sean continued hopefully, gazing a little droopy-eyed down at the
improbable yet amazingly real union of his hand with Guillermo's intimate
flesh.  The big man pulled him closer against his side and he found himself
resting his head against the sturdy torso, thinking thoughts he could never
put into words.  The noticeable but far from unpleasant faint scent of
Guillermo's sweat aroused him further: it too was foreign but agreeable,
the clean honest smell of a real working man.

Sean became unaware of the passage of time.  He might have stood there
leaning against Guillermo and stroking him off for two minutes or twenty;
his senses were far too heightened and distorted to conceive of anything so
mundane as the ticking of a clock.  But gradually he became aware that
something was happening to Guillermo, that the pleasure he was causing him
was increasing as he continued to work his penis this way.  His arm ached
fiercely and his rhythm occasionally faltered, but Sean would no more stop
than wish himself dead.

Guillermo's stomach muscles began to knit, pulsing together every few
seconds to show the deep definition of his musculature.  His breathing was
becoming heavier and quicker.

"Wow," murmured Sean, observing these signs of excitement, "you're
shaking."

Guillermo suddenly surged forward, nostrils flaring.  "Oh, SHIT baby, I'm
cumming," he hissed, pulling Sean's hard against his chest as the boy's
fist continued to fly.  Guillermo threw his head back and made a sharp
noise of breath sucked in through his teeth.

"Yeah!" he growled, looking down and thrusting his pelvis forward.  They
both watched as Guillermo's dick began to spray yard-long streamers of
fragrant, pearly sperm into the air.  A rank, cut-grass odor compounded the
already musty atmosphere of the cramped little shed.  Silent, overawed,
Sean witnessed the spectacle of his life as the big Mexican stud spackled
the floor, wall, and tire-stack with his joyously abundant load.  The boy
mauled the thick shaft with the force of his entire arm, feeling each burst
of Guillermo's ejaculation as it blasted through it.

"Don't stop," said the big Mexican in a choked voice, wincing and emitting
long, guttural groans of animal pleasure into Sean's ear.  "Oh damn, baby,
it feels so good..."

Guillermo's expressive sighs and grimaces excited Sean to a delirium of
lust; as he witnessed the older man's intense orgasm he felt sympathetic
pangs of heat and yearning in his own groin.  His four-inch, bone-hard
erection throbbed and twitched between his legs like a mad puppet on a
string.  Though he had never yet experienced the sensation himself, Sean's
body knew by instinct what it wanted and needed.

"It's your turn, boy," panted Guillermo, "don't you wanna cum too?"

"Yeah," breathed Sean, no longer confused about what the term meant.

"Lemme jack off your little dick, make you cum good."

Supporting the boy with one arm around his shoulders, Guillermo enclosed
Sean's penis tightly with his thumb and two fingers, and began a rapid
piston action with his powerful forearm that caused the boy's entire body
to buzz and hum like a washing machine in the 'spin' cycle.  A tide of
warm, voluptuous sensation rippled through him from the center out, making
his face flush hot pink and his toes curl inside his sneakers.

"Yeahhhhh, that's it, boy," purred Guillermo raspily, "feel good, huh?"

Sean could manage no better than an inarticulate whimper, staring down
incredulously at the blur of Guillermo's flogging hand.  The hair on the
hand and forearm was blacker and thicker than his own wispy pubes, which
were the merest of fluff just starting to sprout timidly at the base of his
penis.  The juxtaposition of mature brown virility against tender pink
pubescence was not lost on some sensitive node of Sean's consciousness,
which responded to it by bubbling over almost immediately into a
precipitate and overwhelming first orgasm.

The virgin climax overtook his five-foot frame with the force and
abruptness of a sneeze.  A sudden alarming twinge of intense, mind-jarring
pleasure caused Sean to gasp and rise up involuntarily on arched feet.  His
knees went weak, and if not for Guillermo's rock-solid support he would
have folded like an unstaked scarecrow under the sheer physical shock of
orgasm.  Guillermo, anticipating the moment, tightened his grip and made
his strokes much slower and more deliberate, applying just the right degree
of pressure to the sensitive zone under the delicate head.  In response the
youthful penis gave a succession of quick, shuddering pulses, spitting out
its first jets of thin, watery semen.  The ejaculate was skim-milk to
Guillermo's thick cream, and not nearly as copious, but Sean's orgasm was
perhaps even more devastating for being his first.  For ten seconds the
universe contained only the few cubic inches of his penis in Guillermo's
milking grip, and the surges of violent pleasure that rendered every
previous high of his life inconsequential.  For the brief but somehow
eternal duration of his proto-orgasm, Sean was more than alive: he was life
itself.

From somewhere far away and nearby, Sean heard Guillermo's throaty cheer:
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh..."

Sean sank down in surrender, melting, and Guillermo lowered his arm to cup
Sean's little buttocks in one big hand, to support the boy chair-wise.
With his other hand he continued to stimulate Sean's penis through its last
kinks and sparks of ecstasy.  The boy's eyes slowly uncrossed and came back
into focus on the handsome brown face beaming down at him.  Guillermo
looked impossibly handsome, his black eyes glittering and white teeth
flashing.  "Uh-huh?" he said wryly, as if he were saying: "Never thought
anything could feel THAT good, eh boy?"

Sean gathered his bearings, stood on his own two feet, and blinked down at
them where a trail of translucent white splatters marked the concrete
floor.  "Wow," he said weakly, "that came out of me, huh?"

"Yup... that's your cum, boy."

"Some of it," said Sean.  "Most of it's yours though."

"Yeah, but you did a pretty good load for a kid."

Sean indicated the nearest pale splotches with his foot.  "That right
there," he said, "that's mine, huh?"

"Yeah, it shot right out of you, mijo."

Sean's mouth curved slowly up into a smile.  All at once, it seemed as
though a dozen hazy fragments of himself had converged into a clear,
focused picture.  He suddenly UNDERSTOOD so much!

"Cool," he said softly.  He continued to stare, leaning comfortably into
Guillermo's embrace, until the older man broke the reverie.

"Come on, we better get out of here," he said, packing his flaccid (but
still huge!) penis and balls back into his pants.  With his boot he spread
the scattered sperm on the floor into a less recognizable smear.

Sean carefully squeezed out the afterflow of his first load and, with
nothing better at hand, wiped his drooling urethral slit on the rim of his
briefs.  Then he pulled up his pants and zipped them.

"You don't tell nobody about this," Guillermo advised, suddenly stern.
"Just keep it to yourself."

"Who am I gonna tell?" pled Sean, appalled by the idea.

"Yeah, I know you're no pendejo... just wanna make sure."

"Don't worry," said Sean.

"We'll do it again sometime," said Guillermo.

"Really?"

"Yeah, whenever you want."

"Cool!"

Guillermo reached out and tousled Sean's hair with playful roughness.  "See
you next week, kid."

"Bye."

Sean went into the house, sprung up the stairs directly to his bedroom,
shut the door and flung himself on his bed.  For a few moments he lay
inert, considering the marvelous events that had just taken place in his
life and resisting the temptation to pinch himself.  Had it all really
happened! YES! It most definitely had.

His parents weren't home yet, and wouldn't be for at least another hour
yet...

He reached down and rubbed himself through his pants.  Hard again! He felt
fully recharged, ready to go.  What did it feel like, that extraordinary
sensation of pleasure that he had just learned was possible? He would never
forget it, and yet it was strangely elusive and its deliciousness was hard
to recall to his body.  He would have make the juice come out another time,
beat his penis off once more to experience it again.  There was enough time
-- ample time.  Maybe he could get another two or three loads off before
his parents got home.

And so Sean joined the ranks of every boy who has learned the delights of
having a penis.  Like them, he was an instant expert in the skill.  A
ritual was inaugurated.

Nimble, excited fingers unbuttoned the pants, pulled down the
zipper... pushed the briefs down his legs.  His young penis thumped stiff
as wood; weeks might have gone by since it had last been relieved of its
tension.  Sean looked down at it, caught sight of something clinging to the
head: a long, wiry black hair.  Guillermo's.  And not from his head,
either.

Sean carefully removed the vagrant strand, placed it carefully in a little
box on his bedside table.  He envisioned starting a nice little collection,
a secret shrine to Guillermo.  Maybe next time Guillermo would let him snip
off a tuft to keep...

Settling himself on his bed, Sean earnestly began to masturbate.