Doing some Gardening

 I have to say that I never was a fan of gardening not knowing what was a weed or what had been planted correctly. So it came as a bit of a surprise when I got a phone call from Kenneth, a snow shovelling client, to help them with a section of their garden. As it turns out this was more of a pruning job than a weeding one and I accepted to help them out. The cash was going to be good and the offer to dine with them was a bonus.

Kenneth and his husband Bruce were great to work for. Always thankful with a cup of coffee at the ready if I needed it while clearing the snow on their property and even surprised me with a bottle of Scotch after a big Christmas day dumping. This time it was mid-June and warmer than usual. That Saturday there was also the chance of a thunderstorm later so the faster we got this job done the better.

Figuring that I would be the one on the ladder and doing the pruning I dressed in a t-shirt and fitted Jeans before adding my lineman boots to protect the shins. I let myself into the back garden to see Bruce seated at a table in a thin yellow rain suit and boots sharpening a set of clippers. The jacket was unzipped and I could see a tight black t-shirt under the bib-style rain pants. Damn, he looked really good and I remembered his Husband and told myself he was married and therefore off-limits.

He looked up and smiled as I approached. “Glad you’re early. You can help me with the ladder.” He gave me a tight hug pressing me against his body and I started to get hard and wondered if he had anything under those rain pants.

As we positioned and carefully raised the ladder so that the top of the ladder was resting on the tall chain-link fence at the back of the property. I had to ask, “So where is the Husband? I half expected him to be out here directing things.”

He stifled a bit of a laugh before adding, “He would be but he was booked to attend a conference this week. This would not have been a priority except the cable company is redoing the lines in the area and all this overgrowth has to be gone this weekend.” I looked up and intertwined in the wild grape and creeper were the black cable lines. “Kenneth got a quote from a landscaper to do this but we would rather give you some cash and dinner. It was rather funny, He mentioned you first for some reason over dinner one night. Maybe he saw you last week moving a neighbour's lawn in your tight leather pants.”

I had to laugh, I had done that to show that client exactly where the money from that summer contract had been well spent. I was about to grab one of the shears and ascend the ladder when he stopped me. “You might want to put on a rain suit as well. I have one you can wear just in case things turn nasty quickly. You don’t look the type that likes being cold and wet.”

He had a point. I followed him into the house and off the living room was a tiny powder room within I could don the pants and jacket that he had given me. Brand new and still in the package was a rain suit that was a size smaller than I would have usually used. I took a moment to think and realized that the boots had to come off just to get into the bib pants. I decided to take off the jeans as well. In these temps, I could overheat far too quickly. Hell of a day to decide to go commando.

I was right. With the shoulder straps adjusted, the pants seemed to fit snugly highlighting my muscled ass and crotch. Hell if they had been any tighter he would know my sex and my religion in one glance. The boots I laced up over the rain pants since I did not want to struggle to get the pants over the boots and hoped that I did not get hard while on the ladder. With the jacket in place, I rejoined Bruce in the garden grabbed the shears, slotted my phone in a jacket pocket and started up the ladder. As I neared the top I heard him whistle. I guess he liked the view. Who knows he might like the next view as well as I manoeuvred into a position where I sat on a rung with the cables near eye level and the main part of the overgrowth was within easy grasp.

As I worked away clearing the mat of vines, I could feel his eyes on me. Sure he was making sure that I was safe and not balancing but in a way, I felt like I was being cruised at the same time and my cock rose to semi-hardness down one pant leg. With the first section done, I worked my way down the ladder till my crotch was at his eye level and stopped briefly before jumping the rest of the way. If he could tease, then so could I.

I helped him bag the first section before we reposition the ladder and I headed back up. settling back into position I watched as he bent over to pick up the final few stands of the vine and saw the fabric of his rain pants strain over his well-muscled ass. He has a Husband I reminded myself and concentrated on the vines.

For the most part, it went smoothly moving the ladder every four or so feet with me showing off my crotch and him showing off his ass as the number of garden bags increased. At one point I saw him jump a bit before heading into his gardening shed returning with a hammer to drive a nail further into a post. I happened to see that a rip had formed near the inseam of the rain pants, probably due to the nail, and one on his left ass cheek and every time he bent over they seemed to be getting longer. Well, we were on the final bit of all this overgrowth and I just hoped that the pants stayed intact long enough for us to finish.

As the final vine was cut and all of the overgrowth lay in a pile I felt my phone go off, a notification. Once on the ground, I glanced at my phone, great a thunderstorm warning. We needed to hurry if we wanted to stay dry. I showed him the warning and he went into the shed for a large tarp to cover all the gardening bags on the way back I saw that one of the rips must have caught the inner door handle since I could see his rain pants billowing a little in the increasing wind.

“Bruce you might want to change your pants,” I told him and he reached around to sense where the rips might be at which point he bent over for me to look. I could tell just at a glance that his left cheek was fully visible with the remaining inseam hugging his crack and I also saw that he also had gone commando since I could see his ball sack.

“Well?” he asked still bent over and I decided to show him exactly what I could see by running a finger along the inside of his thigh brushing his balls before going down most of his ass crack.

“you will either be arrested or propositioned with these on. Got another pair you can wear to finish this up?” he thought a moment before nodding and heading inside the house. I kept glancing at the darkening sky, then the house as I continued to bag the vines. Five minutes went by, then ten and Bruce still had not emerged from the house and I wonder what was keeping him.
With the first distant low rumble of thunder, I packed it in, covered it all quickly in the tarp and a few stones to anchor it and headed inside.

In the dimming light, I walked carefully and quietly toward the living room where I found Bruce propped up on the couch. He had changed into a thicker yellow rain suit with the bib pants were still around his ankle-high boots and was slowly stroking his hardening cock. Since he had his back to the entrance he did not see me enter. On the coffee table was his phone, a small zip lock bag containing a tube of lube and condoms next to the shears he had been using. I watch him for a few moments before another rumble of thunder seemed to break the spell and he looked up, saw me and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry I got carried away.”

Standing next to the couch, I saw that he was shirtless as well showing off his tan lines under his jacket and I decided to see how far he wanted to go. Dropping to one knee, I was able to lick the length of his cock before allowing the head to slip between my lips briefly before giving his ball sack a tongue lashing. As I played with his cock and balls and I covered them in spit he reach into my pants using the piss slit to give my hardening cock a slow stroke. With a final lap of my tongue on his cock head I looked up and said, “Before we continue, maybe I should get out of these pants?”

He nodded before adding, “An excellent idea” I reached down to start to untie one of the boots when he stopped me and added, “I think I have a faster way, stand up.” Intrigued I stood next to the couch and watched him grab the shears. The first, he cut around each leg, just above the top of the boots, then using the piss slit as a guide he slowly and carefully cut the front part of the inseam before finally running the shears down the interior of each leg at which point all I had to do was undo the clips on the shoulder straps and let the ruined pant fall away. That was certainly much faster and he did buy the rain suit.

My hard cock was nearly at eye level for him and it allowed him to slowly take in the top half of my shaft. Some wanted to swallow the entire seven inches in one go and others just want to play with the head. Bruce took the middle position sucking just enough in so that he could run his tongue around the head and part of the shaft.

As he lavished my cock with attention, I started to play with his nipples gently till they were as erect as his cock was and I could hear him growl softly with every brush of my fingers. I certainly planned to give his pecs more attention when I could. At some point during all this, his phone flashed an alarm he had set and he let my cock slip out of his mouth, turned off the alarm and announced, “Time for dinner”

As he pull the rain pants off, slipped back into his boots and headed into his kitchen with the rain jacket still on, I had to ask “Tube Steak with a cream sauce?” On the kitchen counter was a pair of filet stakes, fresh asparagus and a bowl of potato salad he had made earlier. I stepped

closer till my softening cock almost brushed his ass cheek and asked how I could help. When he turned I knew that he could feel my cock brush against his thigh and I was told to set the table and where to find everything then added to turn on certain lights to make sure we did not eat in the dark. I did add one light in the living room as well since it was getting dark faster than either of us anticipated. Considering he would be dining in just boots and a rain jacket I decided to follow suit and added my t-shirt to the pile of clothes in the bathroom.


As he grilled the steaks and the asparagus I dutifully set everything up even finding the right type of glasses for the red wine I had brought. As he was finishing the steaks I asked carefully for a corkscrew since I did not want it to come out as a cock screw considering what I truly wanted.

Sitting at opposite ends of the dining table we ate and chatted about the neighbours, some of whom were also snow shovelling clients of mine but there was an undercurrent of desire and I think we finished the meal without rushing too quickly. As he cleared the plates, I refilled his glass and inquired about what desert might be at which point Bruce just smiled. I stood by the garden entrance watching the rain as he prepared desert.

He called to me from the living room where I found the bottle of wine, our glasses from dinner, a bottle of very good Scotch with its glasses and a bottle of chocolate syrup waiting for me. The remnants of the rain pants I had worn had been removed and I noticed what looked like a tarp on the couch. A black military rain poncho had been opened up and spread on the length of the couch. I guess so that our bare asses would not leave a stain on the light-coloured cushions. Seated next to him on the couch, I asked him, “Where is desert?”

Pouring a healthy shot of the Scotch into the empty glasses he replied, “You are looking at it.” That was all I needed to hear. Gently I pushed him back into the cushions and the armrest of the couch before I ran my tongue up his chest from his navel to his chin at which point I gave him a long and smouldering kiss. The kiss did the trick making us rock hard almost instantly. I noticed that I was perfectly positioned for us to rub cocks briefly before I decided to give his pecs the attention they deserved.

I grabbed the syrup and put a bit on each nipple and licked then sucked them to full hardness before gently biting down on them. The growl I got was just what I wanted before I covered his cock and balls in chocolate and swallowed his hard cock whole before licking its entire surface clean. I certainly did not want him to cum yet so I slowly licked his ball sack clean and gave him another long and grinding kiss.

Bruce decided that he had enough and pushed me off. I fell back onto the couch and he shifted so that he was now on top of me and pressed our bodies together for another long kiss. We were both getting warm in the rain jackets causing a thin layer of sweat to form on our chests which made our grinding motions easier. I half expected him to work his way down my chest for another session of cock sucking but he shifted again, this time for us to sixty-nine.

It did not quite work out with the narrowness of the couch. Partially standing and partially kneeling over me he had full access to my cock but It was awkward for me to suck his. What I could do was give him the rimming of his life. I started by slowly spreading his cheeks exposing his hole and nibbled each cheek before running my tongue up his crack tasting the saltiness of his sweat. After each lick, I would tease his hole by rubbing a finger around it.

I was getting close and I think he knew it. He let my cock slip from his lips and got up. I shifted so he could sit but he climbed onto the couch on all fours bending over the armrest, waved his ass at me and declared, “Fuck me!” That was not a request but a demand that I was more than happy to do.

I gave him a tease first by licking his hole again. Grabbing the lube I greased up his hole with a slow finger fuck before slipping on a condom and wiped the remaining lube off my fingers and onto my sheathed cock then tossed the tube between his legs so he could grease his cock. I took my time impaling him since not a lot of people can’t handle the thickness of my cock but he had no problems and he quickly had the entire shaft embedded in his hole.

I had a pretty good idea what type of fuck he wanted but for the first couple of strokes, I took it slowly till only the head was inside him. When I thought he was comfortable with me riding his ass I grabbed the bottom edge of the rain jacket and pulled forcing him onto my cock. He wanted it hard and fast-paced.

“Yeah, ride me. Break in this stallion’s ass with that big cock of yours,” he exclaimed as he clenched his ass at the end of a stroke. I reached down to give his cock a squeeze and found it slick with all the precum I was fucking out of him. He certainly was a good fuck and he knew exactly how to get every drop of my load released.

We were both covered in sweat when with a final thrust I came deep in his hole and his ass pulsed as if to milk me of all my cum. I was about to pull out but he wanted me to keep fucking him slowly as he stoked off his own load. A low guttural groan signalled him shooting his load onto the poncho and I slowly pulled out.

I headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, grab a cloth and towel and, my clothes. Sitting on the couch, sipping his Scotch he asked, “In a rush to leave? I shook my head, dropped the jeans and motioned him to show me his ass so I could clean it. Leaving the towel on the coffee table just in case we might need it. After cleaning his ass I sat down on the poncho and started to sip my glass of Scotch.

“I have no plans and I have no desire to Fuck and run. Besides we also have the wine to finish as well.” I settled back into the cushions for another sip of scotch. As it turns out, he wanted to cuddle for a bit after retrieving the bottle of wine and with my arm over his chest I had to ask, “Who’s idea was it to hire me for this job?”

With a chuckle, he replied, “Kenneth’s. He saw you mowing the lawn in your leather pants, figured that you were gay and thought you could use the cash. In a way, he did not want me to be lonely this weekend.” As he rested his head on my chest he continued, “Tonight, by the way, was a fantastic bonus to the day. I was not sure if you would be interested in me.”

It was my turn to laugh. “You may not even remember this but, I remember coming here to shovel the walk last year and you running out of the house to grab a waiting taxi in a big green parka with grey shorts over what might have been leather chaps. I have been wanting to see what was under those shorts since then. With you having a husband it was best not to inquire”

We chatted for several more hours as we finished the wine and I promised to return in a few days to help lug out all of the gardening bags for pickup. As I got dressed he wrote me a cheque and told me to keep the rain jacket. Who knows, I might need again for some more gardening.