Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 16:24:15 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden - 2 The Garden -- Adult Entertainment by Anthony D Thomas Usual disclaimers apply. The following contains male-to-male sex and is written for entertainment rather than enlightenment. If you are under age, such reading is illegal in your country, or just here to satisfy some prurient desire before complaining -- then go elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy. Comments and suggestions please to antomuk@hotmail.com Contents at some time will include: Watersports, mild S&M, group and audience. Chapter Two I don't know why we did it. Well OK, that's a lie anyway, but Jack joined me again the following week to make the call. I suppose we both had an idea in the back of our minds and seeing the blinds and doors closed as we entered only helped to firm up our ideas. It was another glorious day and it only took just over an hour to undertake the required work. When I connected the hose prior to watering and washing down Jack came up beside me and suddenly undid and pulled my shorts down. I checked the door and windows were still closed and required little extra urging. Once again the feelings of sunshine on my body, being in the open but fully secure due to the walls and, I will admit, already being half aroused by remembering last week had the required effect. He stripped off then and, leaving our clothing and trainers on the patio returned to the main garden where I continued to move round the flower beds, watering carefully under the plants due to the sun still being quite high and in some cases direct on the plants and shrubs. The feeling of warm flagstones on my feet, the air able to access my body everywhere without interference, the sight of Jack in the same condition, all had the expected effect and my partial erection was soon replaced by a full one. It was a strange feeling, gardening fully nude. I never did wear much this time of year but this was something else entirely. I felt more than just randy, I can't really explain it. I'd been naked plenty of times with an audience of more than one, in the club, in the woods, a few times even at home, but this was somehow different. No audience unless I counted Jack but still different. A difference I enjoyed to tell the truth. Jack finished his weeding and came over, 'Turn the hose off. I've got something else to get you wet.' He placed his muddy hands on my nipples, pinching and pulling until I gasped, then moved them down to my erect cock sliding a trail of wet mud all the way down and round my balls. 'Kneel down,' I knew what he wanted and shook my head. He responded as I knew he would, first slapping my face side to side then moving down and slapping at my cock causing it to knock first against one thigh and then the other while my balls swung and knocked accordingly. When it became too much I knelt submissively, my head bowed. It only took Jack a moment and then a steaming hot stream of acrid piss flowed over my bowed head and down my face and body. It stopped. 'Lift your head and open your mouth.' I shook my head. As I expected he proceeded to slap my now wet face again from side to side until I did as he said when he let go another stream, this time aimed straight at my open mouth. Again he stopped. 'Now lay down on your back, legs apart. Not wide enough as he roughly kicked them wider and placed one foot on my erect cock and balls pressing slightly. 'Pity they're not strapped, then I could really make you yell,'he said as he applied pressure to my balls, squashing them against the flagstones and letting go another stream of piss to cover my body from head to groin. The stream finally finished but his foot remained, periodically applying and removing pressure on my balls. By now I was writhing around trying to get away from the pain but being turned on by it at the same time, as Jack knew full well I would. It turned him on as well, forcing and hurting me a little, that's why we got on so well on the occasional times we played together. 'Get up. I'm going to rape your arse.' Of course I didn't and he reached down, his hands behind my neck, and pulled me too my feet. 'I told you to get up,' and he proceeded to slap my cock from side to side again, then grabbing my balls pulled my up the garden to the patio where he slammed my body against one of the cross posts level with my stomach, my head and shoulders drooping toward the ground. I'd glanced quickly at the windows and thought for a moment I saw one of the slats part open but when I blinked my eyes and looked again they were all closed fully, as were the doors. Wrapping my arms round the my ankles I waited for Jack to do his worse. I knew full well he could. Under different circumstances he could leave me requiring assistance to stand or even walk for a few moments, but I realised he couldn't go as far here as had been known when we had an audience. We had neither the time or equipment. 'Pity there's no rings on this frame. It would be just right to suspend you from.' He slapped my arse a few times, 'Open your legs wider. We need some oil in there.' Had he planned this sufficiently to bring some lube? No. I felt a thin flexible spout slowly inserted up my arse followed by a couple of short spurts of a thickish liquid inside my bowels. As he withdrew the spout I guessed he was using the oil can I'd brought in to use on the shears. This was the first time I'd had standard machine oil used as a lube. Next I felt one finger, shortly followed by another. I knew it was one from each hand. He really liked to pull my arse lips apart and dig and twist inside to make sure I really felt him abuse my hole. 'If you'd been wearing a belt today I'd have taken that to you, really made you yell.' Oh he loved it when he made me yell rather than grunt or groan. When we got that deeply into a scene almost anything could happen, and it had a few times. I was glad not to be wearing a belt. We still had some sense and this was not the place for a prolonged session. By now he was really going to town inside my arse, two fingers from each hand, pushing and twisting, making me moan and wriggle and he knew I was ready for him. Well as ready as my tight arse ever would be. His fingers withdrew to be replaced by the feeling of his hot cock pressing slightly against the lips of my arse. His body lay over mine as his hands appeared in front of my face. I could smell my arse on his fingers but luckily he remembered they were also covered in machine oil and just clasped his hands tightly round my head. 'Here goes.' He pushed halfway in. Gripping my head tighter for purchase he then forced himself in fully this time forcing me to yell out, even if I managed to keep the volume down. As my head flew up I was sure the window blinds flickered again but a quick second look and they were hanging straight. There must be a window open in the house causing a draught. I felt his balls come up against mine as they were crushed against the post as he wriggled around inside me to make sure he couldn't get in any deeper. Then his hands slid down to my nipples and he nipped and twisted them as his hot cock slid slowly back and forth in my arse. He loved it when I was in a little pain, even more so when he could watch someone else inflict it on me. 'Pity there's none here to fuck that mouth of yours, that would keep you silent.' I couldn't help it, as he forced his weapon back and forth making it hurt as much as possible my mouth was grunting and moaning and yelping. Each time he rammed in my balls got bashed against the post and as he pulled back his fingers tightened on my nipples. I really needed poppers and told him so. 'I wont be long enough for that. I close to cumming right now. This is really turning me on.' Jack left my nipples alone after a quick slap and moved his hands to my shoulders where he griped tightly and speeded up his thrusting in my arse. He was ramming in faster and faster, harder and harder. My breath was being forced in and out in gasps, I didn't have time to inhale fully. I could feel his hot throbbing cock engorge as he thrust in as hard as possible forcing me to yell again as my balls were jammed against the post and he shot stream after stream of boiling hot man juice up my hole. He just stayed fully in for a few moments letting his cock blast of time after time as he just wriggled it around. Pulling out with a plop I felt the usual sensation of loss as well as relief and just slumped over the post trying to regain my breath and senses. 'Stand up.' As I slowly did so he turned me round and held my arms by the wrists above my head. 'Grab hold of that beam.' I could just grasp it, my arms fully stretched. He knocked my feet further apart and slapped at my cock. I could feel his load escaping from my arse and dribbling down my legs accompanied with odd pops of wind.. 'Mustn't waste it. He put his open hand behind me running it up my legs and then held the result to my mouth. 'Open up.' he slapped my face with his other hand before I'd had time to shake my head and I opened wide for him to scrape the result over my lips and in my mouth. Another handful was applied to my bruised cock which he started to wank long and hard. My tender balls were swinging and banging around as he started into my eyes. 'Oh Yes! I can see that hurts. Good. I wish I had some weights to hang from those balls. Or a strap to use on your arse.' I knew just how much he enjoyed seeing the pain being inflicted on my body reflected in my eyes. He really knew how to turn me on. The idea alone took me over the edge and I yelled again, this time from relief as my cock released its load into his other hand. As fast as I shot he caught it and raised his hand to my mouth, rubbing it off against my lips. Finally I hung by my hands from the post, my cock just quivering as he milked it to an end then wiping his hands over my face, ' Go and lay down again, you need to be washed down.' I stumbled back to the flagstones and lay on my back, arms and legs stretched wide. As he sprayed me down with another load of piss my own bladder let go leaving me soaked all over as I lay in a pool of dirty piss. Jack went to pick up the hose and I stood to be quickly washed down before he attacked the mess on the flags. As I walked back to the patio to collect our shorts and trainers I was sure the blinds on the window flickered again but as before, when I took a closer look they were fully closed. Ah well I thought. If the client had been in I'm sure we'd be run of the property by now and I would have lost one of my best contracts. I mentioned this to Jack as we pulled pants and shorts onto our wet bodies. 'Well! He certainly would have got na show if he'd been in but we better not risk it again.' I agreed and we tidied up and went on our way. It was a couple of days before I discovered the flickering blinds had not been my imagination.