The Gardener’s Secret - Damien - Chapter 3
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It doesn’t break away my attention that boys on the short side—with tiny frames and diminutive builds—tend to have the hots for me. This has been a phenomenon for as lengthy back as I can remember. I’m 6’7” now, and I’ve been taller than my peers pretty much my whole life. Even as a child, I tended to tower over nearly all the other kids. boys have a tendency to pay me a pile of attention. They view up to me, you could say.Can’t say that I mind! Honestly, I find shorter boys utterly attractive, and I’m not timid about that fact. In my pro gardening and landscaping business, I find myself encircled by short, diminutive fellows. There’s one hot, youthfull twink in particular named Damien whom I discovered has fairly a kick on me. And yes, he’s a short dude- most likely 5’4”ish.Now, how do ...Now, how do I know that Damien has a kick on me? Truth be told, he makes it kinda obvious. You see, Damien’s got no problem openly gazing at me. I’ve caught him damn near spitting when I happen to walk by. Even if he and I are in a apartment full of people, the youthfull Latin sweetie has got eyes for me and only me. And I think it’s absolutely plumbing hot. I just enjoy the way he looks up at me with those sweet, adoring, dark dark-skinned eyes and uber-sexy smile.So one afternoon after we had concluded up some landscaping chores, Damien and I looked at each other and realized that we were ultimately alone. With a nod, we snuck into the contraption shed. The moment that the door was shut behind us, we were all over each other.Damien’s arms probed my long, tall frame. I desperately desired his tongue inwards my mouth. The tiny stud needed a lil boost, lol. We both sneered as I hoisted Damien’s smallish figure up to my lips.The pulsing contraption in my trousers couldn’t get any harder. By the view of the sizable lump in his jeans, Damien’s most likely couldn’t, either! I could perceive the precum oozing, drenching the inwards of my undergarments while Damien and I made out. Wasn’t lengthy before the miniature Latin gal was (mercifully) undoing my work trousers and pulling my jizz-shotgun out. His eyes got real broad as he realized that he could barely get his lil forearm around my meat.I liquidated the twink’s tee-shirt and marveled at how perfectly smooth and fit the boy’s figure was. In contrast to Damien’s smallish frame, my immense forearm could nearly wrap all the way around his waist. My erection was nearly exactly the same length as the tiny twink’s torso—our frames couldn’t have been more disproportionate.I couldn’t help but emit a long, noisy hiss of strenuous awakening as I slipped the underside of my sore jizz-shotgun up-and-down Damien’s rock rock-hard abs. His lil washboard stomach glistened with the gloppy gloss of my ever-oozing precum. And with Damien’s steady breathes and labored breaths, I could tell that this grind was turning the stud on to the max.Damien desperately needed my jizz-shotgun inwards of him as much as I needed to do it. His eyes had a praying ‘fuck me now’ look. However, I have to admit that I was a bit unsure if my penis would actually fit inwards his stud canal. As super-fucking-hot as I find smallish guys, I concerned that our size difference was just too copious for this to work……but, I mean, we had to try!It took some additional finesse and care, but thanks to my copious practice with smaller-sized dudes, somehow I was ultimately able to wring my prick not just deep inside, but miraculously all the way up to the hilt. You should have seen the view of both pure, astonished blessing and appetizing ache that wracked Damien’s expression. His lil figure shivered and writhed, unsure of what to do with the ravages of gusto cramming him upIt was a rather chilly day outside, but it sensed like a plumbing sauna inwards the toolshed. Our collective figure heat and passionate penetrate had the both of us caked in sweat. While I expertly maneuvered all the way in and then all the way out of Damien’s itty-bitty bubble butt, I daydreamed about licking the sweet, delicious stud clean of the sweat I’d made him work up.And it was that vision, that desire that shoveled me over the edge. I shot so much jizm into the doll-sized twink that when I ultimately pulled out, a immense ball butter of thick, juicy man gravy exploded out of Damien’s well-fucked anus.We held each other afterwards, our sweat-soaked bods pressed rigidly against one another. We were weakened but smirking as we kissed, and definitely more than satiated with our break from work.
It doesn’t break away my attention that boys on the short side—with tiny frames and diminutive builds—tend to have the hots for me. This has been a phenomenon for as lengthy back as I can remember. I’m 6’7” now, and I’ve been taller than my peers pretty much my whole life. Even as a child, I tended to tower over nearly all the other kids. boys have a tendency to pay me a pile of attention. They view up to me, you could say.Can’t say that I mind! Honestly, I find shorter boys utterly attractive, and I’m not timid about that fact. In my pro gardening and landscaping business, I find myself encircled by short, diminutive fellows. There’s one hot, youthfull twink in particular named Damien whom I discovered has fairly a kick on me. And yes, he’s a short dude- most likely 5’4”ish.Now, how do ...Now, how do I know that Damien has a kick on me? Truth be told, he makes it kinda obvious. You see, Damien’s got no problem openly gazing at me. I’ve caught him damn near spitting when I happen to walk by. Even if he and I are in a apartment full of people, the youthfull Latin sweetie has got eyes for me and only me. And I think it’s absolutely plumbing hot. I just enjoy the way he looks up at me with those sweet, adoring, dark dark-skinned eyes and uber-sexy smile.So one afternoon after we had concluded up some landscaping chores, Damien and I looked at each other and realized that we were ultimately alone. With a nod, we snuck into the contraption shed. The moment that the door was shut behind us, we were all over each other.Damien’s arms probed my long, tall frame. I desperately desired his tongue inwards my mouth. The tiny stud needed a lil boost, lol. We both sneered as I hoisted Damien’s smallish figure up to my lips.The pulsing contraption in my trousers couldn’t get any harder. By the view of the sizable lump in his jeans, Damien’s most likely couldn’t, either! I could perceive the precum oozing, drenching the inwards of my undergarments while Damien and I made out. Wasn’t lengthy before the miniature Latin gal was (mercifully) undoing my work trousers and pulling my jizz-shotgun out. His eyes got real broad as he realized that he could barely get his lil forearm around my meat.I liquidated the twink’s tee-shirt and marveled at how perfectly smooth and fit the boy’s figure was. In contrast to Damien’s smallish frame, my immense forearm could nearly wrap all the way around his waist. My erection was nearly exactly the same length as the tiny twink’s torso—our frames couldn’t have been more disproportionate.I couldn’t help but emit a long, noisy hiss of strenuous awakening as I slipped the underside of my sore jizz-shotgun up-and-down Damien’s rock rock-hard abs. His lil washboard stomach glistened with the gloppy gloss of my ever-oozing precum. And with Damien’s steady breathes and labored breaths, I could tell that this grind was turning the stud on to the max.Damien desperately needed my jizz-shotgun inwards of him as much as I needed to do it. His eyes had a praying ‘fuck me now’ look. However, I have to admit that I was a bit unsure if my penis would actually fit inwards his stud canal. As super-fucking-hot as I find smallish guys, I concerned that our size difference was just too copious for this to work……but, I mean, we had to try!It took some additional finesse and care, but thanks to my copious practice with smaller-sized dudes, somehow I was ultimately able to wring my prick not just deep inside, but miraculously all the way up to the hilt. You should have seen the view of both pure, astonished blessing and appetizing ache that wracked Damien’s expression. His lil figure shivered and writhed, unsure of what to do with the ravages of gusto cramming him upIt was a rather chilly day outside, but it sensed like a plumbing sauna inwards the toolshed. Our collective figure heat and passionate penetrate had the both of us caked in sweat. While I expertly maneuvered all the way in and then all the way out of Damien’s itty-bitty bubble butt, I daydreamed about licking the sweet, delicious stud clean of the sweat I’d made him work up.And it was that vision, that desire that shoveled me over the edge. I shot so much jizm into the doll-sized twink that when I ultimately pulled out, a immense ball butter of thick, juicy man gravy exploded out of Damien’s well-fucked anus.We held each other afterwards, our sweat-soaked bods pressed rigidly against one another. We were weakened but smirking as we kissed, and definitely more than satiated with our break from work.
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