Sowing Seeds E4 | The gardener says he never got to experiment in college

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I wish I hit the gym more often. Trying out different angles in the full sized mirror, I just feel so … blah about my shape. It's fine, but I don't look nearly as good in this underwear as I feel like I should. 

Is it just too short? I turn around to look at my ass, which is usually a part of me that I'm proud of. I mean, at least that part looks alright. 

I had planned to be in my recliner before Todd got here, but I was still pulling at my new underwear long after I heard him open the garden’s gate. 

Should I wear a shirt? I flex to get some more definition in my body. 

“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself. Then, I turned away from the mirror and left the room before I had second thoughts. I trotted down the spiral staircase, practicing what I'm going to say. 

“Oh hey, didn't know you were here today. Just wanted to get a last tan in before my trip.”

That won't work because we said that we'll see each other tomorrow. 

“Just wanted to give the new underwear a test run.” I cringed at my own inner dialogue.

The blinding brightness made me realize I forgot my sunglasses upstairs. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, where your pants at?” I can't see Todd’s expression clearly in the light. 

“I… test run.” 

What the fuck, Warren. 

“Yeah me too, to be honest.” I blinked and got my eyes to adjust. Todd lifts his shirt a little for me to see the logo of the boxer briefs I gave him. 

“Are they comfy?” My tight underwear feels tighter. This is the most clothed I've seen him in a while but it feels extra hot to know he's wearing the underwear I picked out. 

“They are, yeah. They were.” He fans out his shirt. “I'm a little sweaty now.” Without asking, he takes off his shirt. “You working on your tan again?”

“Yeah,” I say with relief, happy he gave me a way forward. I sit and lean back on the recliner, soaking in the sun’s relaxing rays. 

“Wish I could do that all day.” 

“You do tan all day now,” I say with a smirk. “Just … with a little more manual labour than me.” 

“A little?!” Todd says with indignity. “Are you serious right now?”

“No.” I laugh. “But you got muscles without going to the gym. So, you win.” 

“Who says I don't go to the gym?” Todd drops his tools and turns to look at me. “You think this happens naturally?” He pats his abs, leaving dirt on them.

“Maybe.” I swallow hard, suddenly distracted by the hair on his lower abdomen. 

“Definitely not. Dad bods are in but it ain't for me.” He does some kicks to show me his workout. “Fuck, I'm sweaty.” He scratches his groin. 

“Yeah, no breeze today.” The underwear I gave him is not exactly sports-friendly. 

“Are your balls sweaty too?” He points at my tight briefs. 

I shake my head. I am, after all, basically naked and am at a comfortable temperature. 

“Is anyone home?” He points at the house behind me. I shake my head again. “Alright.” He takes off his pants and groans in relief, tilting his head back and putting his hands on his hips. 

Is he showing off? Damn, he’s sexy.

“That's so much better.” He scratches his balls through his boxer briefs.  Then, he turns around to keep working, and I notice a line of sweat defining his crack. 

If I flip my cock up, I'll get hard. 

If I keep it down like this, it's going to bulge. Plus, it kinda hurts. 

What should I do? 

“Is that what they mean by beauty is pain? I can't take it anymore.” Todd drops his tools again after only a minute of work. “You sure nobody is home?”

“I’m sure.” I quickly flip my cock up while he's turned around. The blood travels freely to my dick in its new position, flooding the vessels and engorging my member.

“Alright. Nothing you haven't seen.” He peels his wet underwear off, bending down to take it off his ankles. His perky glutes contract once he stands back up. “Oh my god. Jesus.” His ass hair looks damp.

Turn around.

“Nice to air them boys out.” Todd balls up his underwear.“I don't think these are work attire.” 

“Probably not for you.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle, still turned away from me. “Maybe if my job is being a rich boy on a boat.” 

“It's a hard job,” I say with a smile. 

“I'm sure. Looking at half naked people all day? Torture.” 

Shit.

Todd suddenly turns around, and catches me obviously staring at his ass. I quickly avert my gaze and look down at my feet instead.

“Half naked people or half naked guys?” he asks. I can see him getting closer in my peripheral vision.

“I…”

“Guys don't usually look at me like you do,” he says as he places himself right beside me. I can see his dark pubes from the corner of my eye, but I stare right at my feet. 

Fuck. He caught me. I’m dead. 

“And they don't usually get hard either.” 

Fuck fuck fuck. I look at my crotch, and the hard shape of it is displayed clearly in the tight fabric. 

“I didn't go to college.”

“Ok?” I look up at him, going from his soft cock quickly to his face. He’s cut.

“I didn't get to experiment.”

“Ok,” I say. 

“I heard guys are better at giving head,” he said directly to me. 

“It's worth a try,” I say softly. Todd nods and looks down at his crotch. 

It's right in front of me. 

I lean in a little, waiting to see if he'll stop me and say it's all a joke. It’s all some straight guy humour right?

But he doesn't stop me.

So I get closer…

And closer… 

Until my lips touched his ball sack. 

“Wait.” 

I look at him, looking past his cock at his face. 

“It's a little weird with you looking at me. I mean, me looking down and seeing a guy.”

“Ok?” What am I supposed to do with that?

“Can I…?” Todd unfurls the underwear in his hand. 

“Ok.” I agree, although I'm not totally sure what he means. 

Gently, he stretches the waistband and places it over my head. Immediately, the stench of his sweat encompasses me. 

Oh shit…

The wetness of the fabric on my forehead.

My eyes seeing only the glow of the sunshine through the black underwear. 

I tremble in excitement, getting harder than ever. Something meaty touches my lips and I lurch forward to take in his soft cock. 

“Oh…” I feel his dick grow in my mouth. 

Blinded, but every other sense overwhelmed, I suck him insatiably, trying to get him as hard as possible. His cock responds quickly, getting longer and thicker.

“Oh fuck… geez… can you try to get all in?” Todd says. “Oh fuck… fuck….” He moans loudly when I do it. “No one's ever done that…”

Yeah?

I stay low at his base, throating him. 

“Oh yes…” The stiffness of his shaft lets me know he's not faking it. “Fuck…” He thrusts lightly to match my sucking. 

His hand touches the top of my head, pushing his sweaty underwear into my forehead. The cool, wet sensation presses into my skin.

FUCK! I absolutely lose it, and start sucking him as best as I can. At the same time, I pull my boner out from the side of my brief’s pouch. 

“Oh shit… oh shit…” Todd's voice climbs in intensity. “Oh shit!” 

“MMMm!!” The bitterness enters my mouth and I suck even more ferociously, determined to give him the best head he's ever had. 

“OH!” I go all the way down and both his hands grab my head. I blindly rub my nose in his pubes, sticking my tongue out to touch a little of his balls. 

I'm cumming!

“MMMm…” I moan into his crotch as I sperm, swallowing down his load as he holds me tight. 

“Oh shit… oh shit…” Todd ends his pants with a laugh. I wish I could see his expression right now but I'm also happy to be immersed in his stench. “Oh fuck.” He pulls out of my mouth and I lurch forward to find him again. “OH fuck! MM!” He lets me suck it twice more before pulling me off.

I pull his underwear off my head. For the first time, I look at his hard dick clearly. It's a beautiful cut cock, shiny with my spit, the veins still popping out. 

He looks really happy. 

“Thanks for saving me the college tuition,” he jokes awkwardly as he takes the underwear from me and puts it back on. “I should um, finish this.” He points at nothing behind him. 

“Sure. I'll let you get to it.” The post nut clarity is hitting me too, and my own cumshot is quickly ruining my new briefs. 

“Ok. Yeah. I'll catch you around.” Todd avoids eye contact as he turns around.