Gardener's Boy
© Alex Carr

My first job was as a gardeners boy at a large photographic firm. The firm took pride in their horticulture. Flora and fauna were big time with them and I was given a good horticultural training - and a lot more too. There were about fourteen gardeners in all tending the large grounds and sports centre, and also a large nursery where I worked in training with a guy called John Hancock. A name that surely was quite fitting in view of what he had in mind for me…

I remember well my first embarrassing experience. When showing me how to prick out seedlings into boxes with a dibber (a small pointed wooden receptacle), I felt a sudden pressing between my legs as I leaned over the bench. Then the first of many different sensations took place as I felt my privates roughly squeezed. I was so very innocent and green then. I expect I didn’t resist enough because soon three other gardeners were ate it too.

There was one, Fred, who delighted in bunching me up for five minutes at a time, me spread-eagled on my hands and knees (which is how he caught me) as he got himself so worked up. I wondered why he was panting and, taking a look around, I saw this large thing in one of his hands which he was being very rough with. And of course, later I realized what he was doing at my expense. I guess it was just his thing (literally), but I would soon discover the other two guys had their thing too, and John Hancock was no exception. He was the first to break me in one sultry wet afternoon in the concealed end one of the large greenhouses where we did all the planting out and pot sorting.

There he was showing me how to empty a pot, clean it and refill with compost. He told me to stretch to the far end of the wide bench so I could reach a line of old potted plants there that needed restringing. I had to stretch out my arms and hands as far as I could to reach them, and every time I was close, John moved it a bit farther back. I soon realized why. He had his eyes on my hind end stretching madly across the bench as I made little jumps trying to reach.

When eventually I pulled several pots back, John was already in my trousers, almost ripping them down as I felt his rough gardener’s hands cup and squeeze my ass cheeks. He was really squeezing too. It hurt a bit and I yelled, but it did not stop him having a good feel there. And then another new experience was about to happen as I felt a sort of wetness in my crotch. I turned to see John on his knees and licking my ass like it was a large ice cream or something. Did I enjoy it? Well, there’s a funny thing because I remember at the time I was so overcome with shock I had no time to realize how I felt, but I guess because I didn’t resist I was open to what followed.

For the very first time ever I felt him sucking me like a good ‘un. I remember hearing the sounds and feeling an extraordinary tingling as he stretched back my foreskin and licked there with his very busy tongue. All I knew was he was holding