Along the Garden Path
By Ian Kovnats ()
Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved
It had been two weeks since his encounter with Mr. Willows, and so far not a peep from the old guy. It was a bit unsettling but he figured the Misses was keeping an eye on her husband, as she certainly seemed around a bit more than usual. Not that she hadn’t been before, but normally she would give her instructions, then disappear until his next visit.
That had changed the very next time he had shown up. She kept popping out, checking on his work, which made him nervous. The way she would stand off to one side, watching, hands on hips. It was almost like being on inspection or something. Yet she didn’t venture any conversation, not even a hello. She just would stand there, watching for what seemed an eternity.
The lace curtains in the main window barely fluttered. It was as if Mr. Willows had just vanished, or been kept away from any way of looking out. Even the upstairs windows seemed so empty, that he wondered if maybe the old geezer had been kicked out. Yet he figured he’d have noticed some sign of that, but he wasn’t too certain.
Mrs. Willows was a tough customer. She kept her conversations brief, to the point, so he might have missed the signs. Yet as he did his work, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, waiting for the other shoe to fall. He doubted she could have any inkling of what they had been up to.
He tried to put it out of his mind, but it kept nagging at him, as he tried to get on with his work. Still he did keep glancing up at the big front bay windows, looking for some sign of Mr. Willows. He even managed to do his special little stretching, hoping that there was an audience, uncertain if there was.
Strange how he seemed so distracted, without his audience. Not like the man had been out there often, or more than a shadowy figure behind some curtains, other than the last time. Yet it felt different, odd really, as he tried to concentrate on the day’s work. His whole body seemed edgy, restless, as if he had been expecting a date to show up, who was way late.
Granted their first little tryst hadn’t been much, and yet for some reason, he felt like it had been a possible beginning of something he didn’t want to miss out on. There was no rational explanation for his feelings, but he had been horny all last night, and this morning. Now that wasn’t unusual, but even his normal quick little whack offs hadn’t satisfied the ache he felt inside.
It was some strange aphrodisiac, making him glance up constantly at the big house, at the empty curtained windows. He didn’t know what to expect, and as the day dragged on, it was becoming evident that there was going to be no Mr. Willows, no tryst out back behind the big double jointed Tree by the stream. In a sense, it made the work seem harder, less enjoyable, which was something for him.
Jesse loved his work, always did, and while he loved his sex too, gardening was something that much more rewarding to him. Oh he liked to cum, to be touched, fucked even, but to watch plants grow, to see them flourish, was something even a good night of wild sex didn’t quite equal. It came close, damn close once or twice, but never equal or greater to the joy of seeing plants sprout, rise up and fill out. It was like a slower process of watching a cock get stiff, that lasted a damn site longer.
Maybe that was why some of his dates were impressed by his sexual prowess? He never rushed things, he liked to feel the blood filling the cock, tightening around the vessels, making the skin grow taut, thickening the shaft. He loved how he could see the skin stretch, as the blood flowed through the vessels, filling and constricting the vessels. How the head would deepen in color as more blood was rushing around.
The way his fingers would touch it too, was something that everyone complimented him on, at how soft and sensuous it had felt, as he would ran the tips all over the shaft, the head, and down beneath too, to the sac, and beyond. He could feel them tremble as his finger tips would softly run along the pulsing veins, to lightly caress the tiny hairs underneath. How they would lightly pass over the moist flesh, the muscles below the surface quivering to his touch.
He knew he wanted to feel all that himself, and that Mr. Willows might just be the kind of guy who could deliver, what he himself gave his sex partners. Attention, loving care, to the whole body, not just the penis or the hole. How he enjoyed touching every part of a guy’s body, caressing it, prodding it when least expected. It was all part of the nurturing process, of coaxing more than just a normal rushed explosion.
Some called him a tease, but in a good way. They all loved how he would bring them close, not once, not twice or even three times, but make it last for the night, until they least expected it. Then he would bring them to the point, and over the top, just as if some flower had been brought to bloom when it was more than ready. How it would explode, spurting its seeds everywhere, which is how he liked his dates to cum. To see more than just a quick dribble or two, but to see the whole body convulse time, and time again, as the precious fluid poured out from the quivering dick.
Jesse knew his biggest problem was, that not many of the guys he dated, could return the favour. Oh they weren’t bad or even boring, but they just were in too much of a hurry. They didn’t know how to control their own emotions, to lose themselves in the other person, like he could. It was okay, but it rarely left him feeling totally satisfied.
It was like he was on some strange search or quest really. To find the perfect man, who could appreciate his body, just as he appreciated theirs. He hadn’t thought it would be such a hard journey, but it had proven to be just that. There had been one or two, maybe three, who he could put up in the ‘worth exploring more’ category, and maybe a couple of more that might be trained, but he didn’t want that. Jesse knew his own mind, he wanted to be pleased now, just as he pleased them.
None of that taking time to explain that while he liked the idea that his cock was a super turn on, he still wanted them to show it some care, some wonder, as they explored every vein, every piece of flesh that covered his uncut dick. He wanted them to take time as they made his foreskin tighten, not rush it with a quick hard grasp, and pump his cock a few times, like they were milking some damn cow’s udders.
He wanted long thoughtful strokes, just as he gave them. Jesse wanted to feel every bit of the tongue as it slowly licked on his cock, as it gradually made its way up and over his cock head. He wanted to feel the tongue curl, as it licked into his little slit, at the top of the cock head, gobbling up his precum, then tasting it before letting it slide down the throat.
Just like his plants, you didn’t just grab hold and plunk them down into the hole, you caressed them, you carefully held them as you tenderly made room for them in the earth. It was how he liked his sex, thoughtful, careful, and hot as hell. Just like a plant, it needed fluid to surround itself in the earth, and a good fuck needed the same care, the same attention.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was missing Mr. Willows. He had such promise, such a direct way of indicating his needs, though they hadn’t done very much. Still, the way he had spoken, how his eyes had looked at him, enjoying every second of his slow revealing of his crotch, of his body. That wasn’t something many enjoyed, they were always grabbing, reaching to speed him up, to pull his shorts down and lean over to suck on his cock, while grabbing the shaft and stroking it hard, wanting to taste it, before it was time.
Mr. Willows hadn’t been like that, he had watched, with his eyes, while his body absorbed the moment, while it readied itself. He could tell then, that Mr. Willows had potential, even if he was 72. Age didn’t matter when it came to appreciation. Jesse had learned that, from his work in various gardens. Some of the most beautiful plants, were long past the seedling stage, and had endured a lot from Mother Nature, just as Mr. Willows seemed to have.
Glancing up at the big bay window, he couldn’t help but give his hard dick a quick grope, a quick little grasp, to let it know he was aware of how hard it was, of how much he wanted it to be touched, to be worshipped. His eyes narrowed, as he saw her figure coming from around back, the long purposeful strides of a person on a mission, or so it always seemed. She never wasted a step, taking full strides in her quest to get wherever she was heading.
As he watched, he knew she was once more coming to check on his progress, to once more stand off to one side, judging his performance, his abilities. He hated her, at that moment, uncertain why, but knowing it was her, that was preventing him from watching, from enjoying their little teasing routine. Their foreplay, really, as his eyes narrowed, his lungs ached a bit. She was becoming annoying, and if it wasn’t for his need for him, he would tell her to chuck the job, and just leave.
Still, he knew he couldn’t do that, not without at least trying to see if his impression of Mr. Willows was real, or just another failed prospect. He didn’t know why, but he had a different feeling about the older man, than he did with other prospects. For some reason, just how he had watched him, how his eyes followed his every movement, was different than others. It was almost as if he could sense what Jesse was going to do next, before Jesse did.
The closer she got, the more his anger towards her grew. It was unreasonable, but he couldn’t help himself. He had been denied something he had been searching for, or at least had it delayed, and he didn’t want to miss out on one second of pleasure. Least that was how he was looking at it, as she came closer, her sour and twisted face becoming more grotesque, to his eyes, the closer she got.
Even the sound of her voice was beginning to grate on his nerves, as she instructed him that the big patch out back, that he had spent weeks on, was to be dug up, for some plumping work. She wanted it moved to a new spot, further away, and he was to begin the task on his next visit.
It wasn’t an unreasonable request, but he gritted his teeth, feeling put out. That garden bed had been painstaking work, now to have to move it, to a spot that was less than ideal, was almost too much. Yet she was the boss, and he agreed, suggesting that perhaps they could find a different spot, that would give them better light. She merely stared at him, informing him that she had made the selection, and it was his job to make it work.
In a way it was her way of dismissing him, as he bit his lower lip. For 2 cents he’d tell her to shove it, but he knew she would just have the bed dug up, killing many of the young plants. He couldn’t allow that, which only infuriated him more. Yet he gave in, knowing no one else could move them, with any degree of care, as he could.
Packing up his tools, he stared at his employer, wishing she would just go away. Jesse felt his anger rising, wanting to say something, but mindful of his position. He could tell that she knew he was angry, but it didn’t change her expression one bit. Her face was as stony, as cold as always, as she informed him that perhaps he would add another day each week, so that the move was done quickly. She even indicated that she would provide an extra ‘stipend’ to his weekly pay, above his normal fee, in return for his agreement.
At first he thought of refusing, but her look, her mannerisms, said he better not. He hated her, at that moment, but accepted her request, as he placed his tools into the wheelbarrow. Lifting it up, he felt deflated, no longer feeling like working, which was something for him. Granted it was near quitting time, but he rarely felt anxious to leave. Now he did, as he started the cleanup process, doing it more out of habit, than anything else. It also made him feel depressed, as he slammed the back tailgate of his truck. He turned to see the back of her, striding towards the big house, his eyes narrowing with hate. Jesse never had felt so angry, as he did at that moment.
Climbing into the truck, he took one more hard look at the big house. His eyes searched every window, to see any sign of Mr. Willows. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as he settled into the seat, feeling miserable. He knew he needed a diversion, to get his mind off of Mr. Willows, off of the anger he had for her. Only trouble was, he didn’t know what, as he gunned the truck, a sign of rebellion as she hated loud noises. It gave him a bit of satisfaction, as he sped down the drive, out to the street, managing to squeal the tires a bit as he turned onto the street, away from her.
It took him several hours to calm down, to stop cursing to the air in his own home. Even going out back to work with his orchids, in the green house, wasn’t satisfying his need to relax. Jesse couldn’t explain his anxiety, nor his sudden rage either. It didn’t make sense, considering how little he knew about Mr. Willows.
He knew the guy had been watching him, had wanted him too. After all they had that brief moment out back, until she ruined it. Now it seemed like she had ruined any chance of further contact. The moving of the bed out back, to the new distant location on the property made it certain that Mr. Willows wouldn’t be able to even watch him work. No more stretches, to show off his own desire, no more nothing.
Even using the kitchen was made more difficult, with the distance, and it would take time, to properly move all those plants & bushes he had laid out. Then there was the whole prep of the ground to sort out, before anything could move. The digging, the painstaking work of insuring the soil contained no weeds, and was properly seeded with nutrients, with worms.
All because of some battle axe. His anger was still there, as he paced the back, looking at his beloved plants, not really noticing them. He knew he should go back inside, not add any tension to the area, but he couldn’t face the house, not yet. The realization that his mood, his anger, might damage the growth of his precious flowers, he slowly began to count, trying to calm the nerves, trying to restore order to his mind.
The flashing of the light, above the door of his greenhouse told him he had a visitor out front. He felt the frustration of everything rising again, as he made his way back to the house. Glancing at his watch, he noticed just how late it was, wondering now, who would be calling at such a late hour.
Most of his friends knew better than to drop by unannounced, or without a prior call. It made him a bit puzzled, as thoughts that it was the Shrew herself, come to have it out with him, or to fire him. Well fine, if it was, he had a few choice words ready, though he knew it was being unreasonable.
Opening the door, more or less asking in an angry voice who it was, before seeing the person, he was a bit surprised to see a tall man, dressed in a dark grey uniform. The man even had on one of those hats, that looked official. It rather surprised him, as he stared at the man, noting how he filled out the uniform very nicely.
He was a little over six foot he guessed, and perhaps around 200 pounds, but it was all muscle. Jesse could see that, as he quickly took it all in, asking the man what he wanted.
‘Mr. Willows sent me.’
The man’s voice was cold, just as his eyes seemed to be as they stared down a bit at Jesse. They looked so lifeless, so menacing, that he actually took a step backwards, wondering if the man was going to attack him.
‘Yes, Mr. Willows is staying at his club, out by Miller’s Woods.’
‘He’d like you to join him there, for a uh, a late night drink & perhaps a sandwich.’
Jesse felt his heart racing as he looked at the man. It was evident that the guy knew exactly what Mr. Willows was asking, and it sure as hell wasn’t for a drink or bite to eat. He almost giggled at the man’s obvious discomfort, as he thought about it.
‘It is late, but hell, why not.’
‘Uh, yes, uh, Mr. Willows has uh, asked me to drive you out, and naturally return you here, uh, however, uh’
‘He has uh, has suggested given that the club is a fair distance from here, perhaps you might consider staying the night. There are guest rooms available, and he has taken the liberty of reserving one for you.’
There was a bit of a flicker in the man’s eyes, a quick glance too, as he almost seemed to be checking him out. The idea of going to some fancy club, and spending the night certainly was a quick mood changer. He realized that Mr. Willows was a resourceful man, as well as more well heeled than he had at first thought.
Miller Woods was well known in the area. It was in a very remote part of the County, and was private land too. Very chic and very exclusive, the place boasted what it called a ‘club’ though it was more of a hotel, tucked away from prying eyes. The place had its own small security detail, that made sure only those who were members, or invited guests gained access to the grounds.
No one was able to just drive up, or in. It was all rather impressive really, as he realized the man was waiting for his answer.
‘Uh yeah, yeah that would be fine, I’ll uh, just give me a few minutes, to throw some stuff together.’
‘Certainly. I’ll be out by the car, when you are ready Sir.’
Jesse couldn’t help but grin. The idea of being called ‘sir’ was so unusual that he felt like laughing out loud, but thought better of it, as he tried to act like it was all so normal. While he wanted to race back to his room, like a teenager getting ready for his first date, he managed to control it. Still he could feel his heart racing, as he made his way back, until he heard the front door close, knowing the driver had gone to wait for him by the car.
At the sound of the door closing, he broke out into a mad dash for his room, feeling more like fourteen than twenty eight. Throwing open the door to his room, he ran around picking out a nice shirt, some clean shorts, and two pairs of freshly laundered pants. Kicking off his shoes, he quickly got out of his current pants, to put on a fresh pair, wondering if he should change his shorts too.
Grinning, he thought maybe Mr. Willows was one of those who appreciate the scent of a man, who worked for a living, rather than some pampered pansy.
A new toothbrush, still in its package got tossed into the overnight bag, along with the box of he had by his bed. He had no idea what Mr. Willows had in mind, but he’d be damned if he was caught unprepared. The bottle of went as well, but he stopped short of adding a few of his ‘toys’ to the bad. After all, it was only conjecture that Mr. Willows was seeking more than what they had begun, a few weeks back.
Even the memory of how that could have been so much more, until she ruined it, no longer made him angry. He tossed that part off, feeling excited, as he took one last look around the room. Everything was a mess, but he kept glancing around, seeing if there was anything he should grab, but decided not.
Quickly he made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket as he flew outside. Slamming the door he fumbled with the keys, until he heard the lock slide home, then he turned and headed towards the car out in front. His heart skipped several beats, as he stared at the large white limo, and the man standing by the rear door. The soft purr of the car’s motor only adding to his sense of disbelief.
The drive to Miller Woods, then to the club itself, seemed like it was taking forever. He felt so nervous, and kept checking his reflection out. Not typical for him, yet he couldn’t help but feel excited. He had though so much about Mr. Willows these last few weeks, ever since that brief meeting. Maybe he was setting himself up for a huge disappointment.
Maybe he had read too much in the old man’s eyes that one time, or maybe it was all, just in his head? He could feel the sweat on his forehead, feel the itchiness of it on the palms of his hand, yet deep down, he really did believe that Mr. Willows was the best prospect yet.
The ache in his groin was different than when he knew he was going to get it on with someone special. It felt harder, more intense of an ache, that made him squirm on the leather seats. Every now and then he noticed the driver’s eyes peering back at him, through the rear view mirror.
It was all so strange, and yet he had worked around rich people all his life. They were the ones who could afford his landscaping services, and so far he had done quite well. He was surprised though, that he hadn’t noticed that the Willows were a bit more well off, than he had first thought.
They obviously didn’t flaunt it, and he wondered if that was due to him, her, or both of them? Somehow he just didn’t see her being the type to hold back, without someone else forcing it. Yet, he had to admit, she really wasn’t like others, in many respects. Course he still couldn’t forgive her for interrupting his fun, but it looked like it was merely a momentary setback.
That naturally brought him back to the moment, and his nervousness. He couldn’t help but wonder too, about Mr. Willows. After all it was late, and the guy was 72 years old. Still, he really hadn’t looked anywhere close to that age, so maybe it went just beyond looks? After all, the man had said he had been in the Military, so maybe he knew how to conserve his energy? Maybe he had kept up his physical training?
Now that would be fun, to see who had more stamina, him or Mr. Willows, though he wasn’t about to put himself to the test. He had a sneaky hunch that the old guy was a lot fitter, than even he was. Just thinking of it going on for hours, had him fully aroused. So much so, he hadn’t noticed they were at the main house, and the driver was nearly at the door. He felt the cool night breeze, hoping he had remembered to fill the humidifier in the green house. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember as he was too preoccupied with being able to see him again.
Not many of his past ‘affairs’ had made him so nervous, or anxious either. Never had he ever questioned his own abilities to please, yet now as he entered the wide foyer of the main room, he felt worried. The surroundings were so opulent, they impressed him, and worried him.
Everything was so different, the way they looked at him, as he entered. From the old doorman who sort of nodded and bowed to him, like he was some Prince come to visit, to the younger man dressed in a crisp pin stripe suit. The man looked at him, and indicated for a bellhop to take the small bag from the driver, and informed him that Mr. Willows was in the Solarium, waiting for him. Another bellhop appeared, to show him the way, and just like that, he had entered a whole new world.
He passed from rich dark wood, to a more modern look, as he saw the huge panes of glass approaching. It must be the Solarium, as his feet made no noise, as the bellhop never moved a hair, either way but straight ahead. It reminded him of some lonely walk to one’s own doom, or to unexpected pleasure. Strange how his mind was conjuring all sorts of things, some of them rather erotic.
Jesse could feel his body reacting, to the surroundings, to the unexpected summons, as well as to the manner in which it had been delivered. No phone call, just a messenger, with an implied invitation, again upping the excitement. Mr. Willows knew how to milk things, as the bellhop stopped before the large dark colour glass doors. Stepping to one side, he opened one of the massive doors, allowing a warm and scented flow of air to hit him square in the face. Jesse couldn’t quite place the fragrance, but knew it was from an orchid.
Moving inside, he felt overwhelmed. The scent of exotic flowers, the warm air, and the stars glittering overhead, the only real light in the room. It was impressive as hell as he moved past some tall trees, growing from out of the floor. The perfume of different orchids made his nostrils flare, as he spotted the crackling flames further into the room.
Looking back, he noticed how the trees hid the forward area from anyone walking in, and even if they walked past the huge glass panels, the glass was one way. No one could see in, and he felt his pulse quicken as he moved closer, to see the dim shape of a man, seated in a deep red leather arm chair.
The man stood up, revealing his trim figure, and the light from the fireplace made him look like some God Like creature. Jesse felt his heart flutter a bit, as the man turned to look at him. He was dressed in a deep red smoking jacket, a pair of dark trousers with a light color shirt, open just at the neck.
‘I see you are looking a bit hungry, again.’
Jesse laughed, as he could see the man’s eyes staring right as his crotch, knowing his pants were well tented by the hard on inside. It was no different than when Mr. Willows had approached him in the kitchen.
‘I am still growing, I need my nourishment.’
‘Don’t we all, don’t we all.’
There was no mistaking his real meaning. Mr. Willows indicated for Jesse to come closer, to take the other seat. As he moved in closer, he saw the tall glass of milk, next to a plate with a large plate of cold cuts, just like the one’s he had that afternoon. He smiled as he sat down, looking over at the man, who beamed down at him.
Sitting down, he couldn’t help but reach down, and adjust the hard pole inside. As he did, he noticed how Mr. Willows stood perfectly still, his body rigid, as he watched the hand move the hard lump off to one side. It was like before, if not even more arousing. As he looked at the plate, he realized, the setting was perfect, and he grabbed the glass of milk first, slowly bringing it to his face, gradually tilting his head back.
Jesse could feel the eyes on him, as he let the milk trickled down his throat, his Adam’s apple bopping, as the cool milk made its way down. He let a bit dribble out from the corners of his mouth, not bothering to wipe it away. He heard the sudden intake of breath, as he let the glass move from his lips, his head still tilted back. His arm moved to one side, clutching the glass as he turned his face, to stare up at the man.
‘I do enjoy my milk, are you a milk man?’
He saw how the man’s face lightened up, how his muscles near his jaw twitched, as he knew exactly what Jesse was talking about. His eyes were so bright, as they watched Jesse move to put the glass of milk down, as the hand moved past his crotch. They widened as he spread his legs outwards, making him slouch a bit into the rich leather back of the chair.
‘But naturally, milk is such a refreshing beverage, well worth enjoying like any fine wine.’
They just looked at each other, both of them knowing exactly what the other was wanting, was willing to do. As he looked at the older man, he knew that his little fantasy notion of seeing who had the more stamina, was about to be put to the test.
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