Teddy gazed unseeing at the back of the neighbor’s house right next to his, his lips parted and releasing small gasps as Mr. Fowler continued to lick at his nipples. The man kept stepping close whenever he had to cross the lawn, his strong, dirt stained hands and sometimes mouth finding their way over the boy’s smooth body. It was partly a relief and all maddening. Teddy was never sure when the man was going to touch him or just how he would when he finally did, but his body always reacted the same way; dizzy, hot, and so aching.
“You’re doing so fine, baby,” Dave murmured, running the edge of his teeth over the boy’s red bud, the man’s jaw a course texture on Teddy’s flesh. “I’m nearly done and then we can play together, okay?”
Teddy nodded weakly, whimpering when his sac was caressed, his legs giving another tremble. His hole felt like it was on fire. The big rod inside it was just too hard and his passage kept clenching at it with unbearable pulses.
Taking a swig from the gallon of water he had left in the shade beside the boy, Dave gave a teasing tug on Teddy’s dildo before returning to his work. Resting his head against the tree, his ass out to allieviate the way the rod was stretching at his passage, Teddy peered back dazedly, watching the man fix the yard. He had thought Granny Emma’s yard was nice enough, but Mr. Fowler had transformed it so very quickly into a place of beauty. There were now flowers everywhere, all surrounded by reddish brown, sweet smelling mulch. All the hedges had been trimmed and no longer looked like they were going to take over the place. Mr. Fowler was very good at his job even if he insisted on his many lingering breaks to torment the gasping Teddy.
His gaze was again drawn to the house next door. All their windows were wide open and Teddy could see sheer white curtains blowing in the breeze. He really hoped no one was home at the moment. The idea of anyone looking down into the garden to see him naked in such a way was really embarrassing. The fence kept people on the street from seeing, but Teddy was certain if he could see the neighbor’s windows, anyone in the windows would be able to see him. The house was just as tall as Granny Emma’s and probably held a lot more people than the one he was living in now. It was painted a faded white but the blue shutters looked freshly painted, as if someone had the time and energy to keep the place together.
Teddy gasped when Mr. Fowler suddenly grabbed him around the waist, the man growling in his ear while kissing his neck and cheek. “God, baby, you’re driving me crazy.” The man smelled of sweat and soil, his hands streaking dirt all over the boy’s flat stomach. At some point the man’s shirt had been lost, his deeply tanned skin covered in a sheen of moisture and heated from the sun.
“Mr. Fowler, are you… are you almost done?” Teddy asked breathlessly while the man kissed down his neck, surrounding him in heat and darkness.
“Soon.” Dave knelt behind him, streaking dirt down the boy’s sides, his large hands spreading Teddy’s pale cheeks open. He kissed the brunette’s ass, nipping the firm flesh roughly. Teddy wailed, his body jerking but the man just held him tighter, his hot mouth moving lower to nip at the bottom curve of his ass. “You are such a sexy, sweet thing.”
“Mr. Fowler—Oh.” Eyes wide, Teddy let out a low moan as something hot and wet prodded at his stretched wide rim. “Oh, god.”
His tongue moving in quick, hungry strokes, Dave licked between Teddy’s sore flesh and the hard silicone impaling the boy. He held Teddy up by his perky globes, dripping saliva between his cheeks with each swipe of his tongue while the boy mewled desperately. The man pulled away with a groan, nipping his ass cheek again while thrusting the dildo slowly a few times just to hear Teddy cry out.
“Just a little more, baby,” Dave promised hoarsely, leaning up and running his thick fingers over Teddy’s red lips. “Just got to mow the lawn, then I’m going to take care of you.”
Whimpering, Teddy opened his mouth wider, Mr. Fowler’s fingers tasting of dirt as they pushed between his lips and over his tongue. His chest was hot against his back, broad and damp, but when Teddy tried to push harder against him, Dave steadied his hips, keeping the contact light. Pushing his fingers deeper into the boy’s gasping mouth, the man watched Teddy’s face intently, dipping his fingers in deeper in slow thrusts.
“Can you hold on a little longer, sweetheart?” Dave asked, his eyes drinking in the boy’s desperate expression as he fucked his fingers deeper into Teddy’s mouth.
Teddy really didn’t think he could, his body so hot and full of tremors. He licked at Mr. Fowler’s fingers, liking the way his tongue felt even if it was hard to breathe.
Dave gave another low groan, turning the boy’s face and kissing him hard. “Be right back, baby. Be right back and, god, the things I’m going to do to you.” He ran his hand between the boy’s thighs, Teddy tensing tightly as his shaft was stroked. “Just stay here and I’ll be right back,” Dave promised, finally pulling away from the curly haired boy.
Teddy nodded in agreement but his legs gave another wobble. His body felt on fire and he really didn’t know how much more he could take. He pressed his face against the bark of the tree trunk, whimpering lowly while he rocked his hips side to side to alleviate some of the agony. It barely helped, his hole throbbing angrily in contrast to the cool breeze prickling over his heated flesh.
He listened attentively to the lawn mower as it made its rounds back and forth through Granny Emma’s yard, the loud motor easy to identify. When the machine finally shut off, Teddy groaned in relief, crouching down carefully, his shaking legs and aching body demanding he bend as much as he could while still clinging to the tree trunk. Panting loudly, he looked up when Mr. Fowler returned, the man drinking the last of the water, his warm brown eyes moving over the whimpering boy intently. Dave seemed to be having just as much trouble as Teddy, the man’s breathing strained, his big dick hard and tenting his jeans.
“Baby, let me see you pull that plug out of you,” Dave ordered, bracing his hands on the tree trunk and watching as below Teddy quickly fumbled for the dildo spearing him, desperately trying to pull it from his channel. Teddy gave a great moan once he finally got a good grip, working the thick rod in small tugs, his body clenching and pushing to help. He nearly had the dildo all the way out when Mr. Fowler’s large hand covered his, Dave’s palm holding the end of the rod in place.
“Mr. Fowler,” Teddy weakly whispered, his expression twisting to one of distress as the plug was pushed back inside him, his channel again opening to the thick rod.
“Can you take a dick, Teddy?” Dave worked the dildo in and out of Teddy’s hole in small thrusts, his expression intent. “A sweet slut like you, I bet you can take my dick.”
Confused by the question, Teddy looked up over his shoulder at the man, his blue eyes dazed, small fingers clutching at the tree to keep from falling.
Dave knelt down, his hands moving over Teddy’s smooth, dirt streaked flesh. He pressed his lips to Teddy’s ear, his breath hot, stubble prickly. “I want to put it in you, sweetheart. Will you let me? I want to fill you with all my seed.”
Blinking, Teddy’s hips jerked, Mr. Fowler squeezing his ass hard. “Like a flower?” He asked, trying to understand what the man wanted.
Dave grinned, grinding his hard on between the boy’s cheeks. “More like a tree, baby. A big, thick trunk that’s going to fuck you.” He held the boy’s hips tight, grinding him again, the course material of his jeans rough on Teddy’s sensitive flesh.
“Oh.” Mr. Fowler’s dick kept pushing up against the dildo, causing wave after wave of heat to rush through the boy. Teddy felt so dizzy and hard. It was like there was nothing left to him but the fire burning in his hole, demanding all his focus. Mr. Fowler seemed to understand, the man slowly extracting the dildo from Teddy’s passage, tears streaking down the boy’s face when the long rod was finally pulled free completely.
Fingers quickly replaced the dildo, Teddy’s cries increasing in intensity as the slick, lube covered, dirty digits worked into his sore passage. Teddy held onto the tree tightly, his legs spreading wider to accommodate the hand that moved between them to caress over his balls and cup his rigid shaft. Each touch was both a relief and an increase to the fire inside him and the boy wasn’t sure if he wanted to press into the touch or move away from it. There was the sound of a zipper, something slick, hot and blunt suddenly pushing up against his hole.
Teddy looked back, his flushed bottom lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks red, bright blue eyes dazed and heavy lidded as he took in what the gardener was doing. Mr. Fowler’s jeans were pushed down his hips, the man’s large erection currently nuzzled between his pale cheeks. “Are you… Are you going to put that big thing inside me?” He asked tentatively, meeting the man’s gaze.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re going to ride my dick.” Dave gave a small push to his hips, Teddy gasping and swallowing hard. “I’m going to put it in as far as it can go and then I’m going to fill you with all my seed.”
“I… I’m not sure that belongs there,” Teddy whispered, his face turning bright red. Mr. Fowler had to know he wasn’t a girl. Teddy was pretty sure the man knew he wasn’t a girl but he still wanted to do something like that with him.
Dave grinned, his lips brushing over the boy’s flushed cheek. “Teddy, am I your first cock?”
His breath hitching, Teddy gave a hesitant nod, gasping when Dave’s rough hands ran over his ass and pulled him back tight against the man’s large, strong body.
“Fuck. Fuck, that deserves a prize.” Dave kissed the boy’s neck, his tongue swiping out and teasing. “I’m going to get you something special, baby, but for now you need to open your hole to me nice and wide.” Teddy wasn’t really sure that was something he wanted but Mr. Fowler was already pressing forward, his thickness pushing relentlessly into the boy’s entrance with slow, sure thrusts.
Teddy clutched mindlessly to the tree, sobbing from just how overwhelmingly big Mr. Fowler was inside him. He wasn’t as hard as the dildo but he felt bigger, thicker and so very hot. It was all Teddy could do to stay still and be filled in such a way, his legs trembling, muscles growing tight.
“Hush, baby, you’re doing so good—So tight.” Dave soothed his hand down Teddy’s neck and chest even as he drove another inch deeper into the gasping boy. “God, I get to be your first and you’re so fucking tight for me.” Teddy moaned weakly when the man gave his shaft a stroke, his channel clenching around the thick flesh stretching him impossibly wide. “That’s it… Almost all the way, sweetheart.”
“Wait—Oh… so much…” Babbling uncontrollably, Teddy fell back against the man’s chest when Mr. Fowler pulled him against him. He could feel the man’s length get deeper, bottoming out and filling him so complete. But Dave didn’t stop to let him get used to the feeling, the man already slowly pulling back just to thrust forward with restrained, heated movements into his passage. It rocked Teddy’s entire body, Dave’s fingers tight on his hip just shy of bruising him, the man’s breath hot and strained in his ear as he murmured a mix of soothing words and broken swears that got more rough each time he buried deep inside the boy.
“That’s it. Fuck… fuck, you’re taking it. Such a good, sweet boy.” Dave slid his palm down Teddy’s flat stomach, bracing the boy to keep him from falling forward with each pump. Teddy’s fingers were sore from gripping the bark, his cries loud and gasping from the thick, throbbing flesh pushing into him over and over. “Get tight for me,” Dave growled, his hips snapping harder. “That’s it… get so fucking tight, you little hole.”
Teddy wailed, the man’s fingers wrapping around his dick and stroking in rhythm to Mr. Fowler’s slow, grinding thrusts into his clenching passage. It was so big, so much, a broken sob breaking free from Teddy’s lips as he was pushed forward against the tree, his body forced against the unyielding surface a moment before something hot and wet splashed against his insides.
“Take it,” Dave growled lowly, his hips jerking as he filled Teddy with his seed. “Take it, baby, like the tight little slut you are. This is what you deserve, coming out here hard and looking so fucking tight. You bad, bad boy.”
Teddy continued to moan, Mr. Fowler still so big inside and now no longer moving, his large hand jerking his length in quick, desperate strokes. Suddenly the man pulled out of his hole, Teddy crying out to be emptied so abruptly. His hole felt too big and open, something hot trickling out and down his thighs. Dave turned him on shaking legs, the man bending down and taking Teddy’s dick into his mouth, sucking and licking the aching flesh. Teddy moaned, gripping at the man’s hair with shaking fingers, the man’s hot tongue tormenting everywhere he touched.
Dave wrapped his arms under the boy’s legs, lifting him up and holding him against the tree. “Come for me, baby. Come and show me what a good slut you are.” He surged forward, taking all of the boy’s length into his mouth, Teddy’s cries growing in fervor when fingers slid into his wet hole, finding his prostate and touching it until he couldn’t take anymore. Sobbing, his thighs clenched tight around Dave’s neck, Teddy came, his cum spurting into the man’s groaning mouth.
Teddy fell back, slumping on the tree, his cries dimming slowly as the fire finally began to abate within him. Both times, he had needed to feel something touching that spot inside him to finally get relief. Now he felt boneless and shaking, small gasps shaking him when Mr. Fowler’s stubble prickled across the soft skin of his thighs, stomach and chest as the man kissed up his body.
“What would you like?” Dave murmured, kissing Teddy’s cheek. “I want to bring you something nice the next time I visit.”
Blinking dazedly into the man’s warm eyes, Teddy shyly answered. “I don’t know…” he bit his lower lip in thought. He rarely thought of things to have, so used to not being allowed much of anything of his own. Mr. Fowler was a gardener, so he imagined he could ask for something to do with that. “I like flowers,” he finally said.
Grinning widely, Dave leaned forward, kissing the boy gently on the lips. “How about a rose bush? Soft and pink, just like my pretty Teddy’s hole.”
Flushing red, Teddy just nodded, letting the man press light kisses to his face. “I like how roses smell and Granny would probably like them too.”
“Then it’s settled, sweatheart.” Glancing down the boy’s glistening body, Dave found where his cum was dripping from Teddy’s hole. He lifted him higher, Teddy squirming and moaning when a hot, slick tongue probed into his entrance, Mr. Fowler licking his cum and tasting himself mixed with the boy’s flavor.
“God, baby, I wish I could take you home with me. Play with you all the time.” Dave kissed the underside of Teddy’s flaccid dick, the boy gasping softly.
Teddy let Mr. Fowler’s soft hair slide through his fingers. “You can, uh, visit me. You know, when you come to take care of Granny Emma’s lawn… If you want,” he added nervously. Mr. Fowler made him feel half devoured and completely delicious, the man just so very handsome.
His eyes sparkling with his smile, Dave replied goodnaturedly, “Careful, or I might just camp out in your backyard, Teddy. A pretty, sweet boy like you would be hard to resist.”
Teddy blushed brighter, biting his lip while meeting the man’s gaze hesitantly. He never liked being called pretty but when Mr. Fowler said it, he didn’t mind at all. No, he kind of liked it.
With a heavy sigh, Dave helped Teddy to his feet, guiding the boy’s shaking legs back into his shorts. “I need to get to another house and I’m already running late.” Teddy nodded mutely, whimpering every time Mr. Fowler paused what he was doing to lick and kiss a new spot on him. He was going to need a bath. He was dusty, dirt streaked mess. Teddy hadn’t realized just how right Dr. Wilson was, but it seemed he was going to need to clean inside again. His rear was getting dirty a lot, or at least since he had moved in with his Granny.
It was a relief to be able to zip his shorts properly, Teddy looking up when Mr. Fowler, tilted his chin, warm lips again pressing to his. Dave placed an envelop into his hand. “This is for your Granny. Make sure she knows I’ll be calling for you next week.” He grinned at Teddy’s shy smile, his arms wrapping around the boy’s shoulders. “We’ll play again, okay? Do you like roses a lot, Teddy?”
Teddy nodded, adding softly, “But it’s okay if you don’t want to get me roses. I don’t mind.” Mr. Fowler’s smile made Teddy’s knees feel weak, the man pulling the boy’s shirt down over his head before kissing his mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to make it so the whole back of the house is covered in roses, just for you. See the trellis over there? I’ve got just the right plants that will grow all the way to the top and look as pretty as can be. You’ll be surrounded by flowers almost as pretty as you.
Blushing again, Teddy stuttered out a quiet, “Thank you,” letting Mr. Fowler kiss him a few final times before the man finally pulled himself away. Dave insisted he’d be back next week and Teddy believed him, the man so sad to have to leave as it was. He watched as Mr. Fowler packed up the rest of his gardening equipment, loading it all up into the back of his big, black truck. The tanned man gave a wave before he got into the driver’s seat, Teddy waving back when he saw, his face still flushed.