Pricking out with Mike...
If the walls could have talked in that staff room the blue paint would have changed to red.
When Mike touched me up in a cinema I was naive enough to think it was just an accident that his hand had slipped down there not thinking. It was my eighteenth birthday; Mike was my immediate superior at the garden nursery where I had worked for just three months. I was a trainee horticulturist which sounded posh to me and Mike was training me in the skills of greenhouse planting and growing. He'd asked if I had a girlfriend and when I said no, he asked why and was it because I was gay. I didn't really reply but he made a point of telling me he was 30 and single and was never interested in girls. He asked if I ever visit the cinema and when I replied rarely because I did not like going on my own, he offered to take me. That was fine. There was a film I really wanted to see, a horror so when Mike closed to me, his hand finding mine I thought it was simply because he was scared. But then he sort of guided my hand, still his hand holding, down to my lap and it was then I felt his fingers move and touch me. I just sat there and imagined he did not realize what he was doing. I really could not tell if the stroking was deliberate or not. But all the time I was feeling something really nice and sensual as Mike simply pressed his fingers to my growing length beneath my jeans. It was so warm and utterly soothing and I remember losing all track of the movie and concentrating on Mikes gently but firm teasing. Of course it did not take long for me to realize he was quite sure of what he was doing and I was thinking; "is this really happening and what should I do?" He continued with more zest then to manipulate his fingers around my swelling and I knew what he was about. His intention to take me to a movie and wine and dined me afterwards was not without motive and when he asked me, over the dining table, if I enjoyed what he was doing in the cinema I was initially lost for words. "Well you made no move to stop me" he said looking me directly in the eyes. "It just came as a surprise that's all" I returned shyly. I guess I never imagined you felt that ways towards me. "And was it nice. Did you like what I was doing Peter?" he added Again I froze. In my mind I did enjoy it. It felt lovely and made me feel s war m and wanted. In fact it helped me realized why I wasn't interested in girls like most of my friends were which made me feel so inhibited and unnatural so I sort of became a loner. But now I knew I had to be open and honest, accept my new found leaning that I was gay and tell Mike what he wanted to know. I nodded and he seemed very happy. "You mean to say that you didn't know I fancied the ass off you even although I have made enough moves at work?" Thinking about it, how he stood up against my back when showing me how to prick out tiny seedlings into bigger plant trays to mature, how he showed me to use the dibber to make small holes for transplanting the seedlings, and
how he was nudging his body to mine I was stupid not to even realizing he was nurturing me for things to come . I guess I was so intent about learning the job, which I liked very much, my concentration never wavered until what happened in the cinema. I guess he knew it was no good trying to rush me into anything and he drove me home without a murmur and said for me to sleep well and he looked forward to seeing me at work in the morning. But I was having problems sleeping; getting flashbacks of how he touched me in the cinema and all the time a new found lust had gotten into me. In bed I was imagining he was touching me and how he was doing that. Twice that night I reached a strong climax and felt myself cum like never before. But although I was tired in the morning I felt so happy because I knew for certain how my sexual feelings led me to think about same sex partners rather than girls, and that was a load off my mind. I was eighteen and primed for a real committed relationship and how lucky I was, to have a sweet guy like Mike interested in me. That felt so good and the next day back to work and Mike showing me the rudiments of grafting one species of geranium to another, I felt at peace with the world and longed for Mike to touch me like he did in the cinema. He said; "Really Pete, plants are like us, they need to grow and shed their seed" "I am learning all the time" I replied. Then he did what I had yearned for ever since I awoke that morning with a good hard on. And even at breakfast it was still there, yearning to be set free, so I gave it another quick frigging, again with Mike in mind. And it was divine. But I had to change my briefs which were well spunked. "Just part your legs a little so I can get a better access" he said, his hands already bunching me. "How's that?" he asked. "It feels good" I said which was an understatement. Already I felt I wanted to be all cock and balls for him and everything else for that matter. I really liked Mike, he was a lovely guy and it seemed we had a lot in common. "Just relax and enjoy but if the boss comes in, just carry on like normal huh, and we can do something in the lunch break?" It was so divine feeling his explorations down under, his heavy breathing wafting against the back of my neck as he stood tightly behind me. I felt his hardness grow pressing into my crease, it was lovely and instinctively I moved my hand around to squeeze him. It felt so big and gorgeous and then another element of learning came to mind, that I felt I wanted him inside me, I felt a certain longing like a hunger wanting to be gratified. And I really enjoyed what followed; a divine mutual fondling of each other. "I can feel that you want it but better to leave until lunch time, and then we can really let ourselves go in private Pete" I guess he was right, after all we were supposed to be working and we did not relish any scandal with the possibility of losing out jobs. So we just carried on with our work of pricking out the new plants in preparation for the Spring planting out of the numerous local council flower beds.. Often Mike smiled at me saying things like; "I'd rather be pricking you out" and having a quick feel when nobody was around, because we had many visitors who liked to visit the gardens and greenhouses but each feel meant a promise of what the lunch hour would brig forth, and already my whole being was hungry for it. We had to laugh later when a visiting elderly woman seemed to appear from nowhere just as Mike was kneeling and pretending to gather something from under the bench, when really he was having a sniff which he seemed to relish. He quickly stood and his a huge erection against the bench but looking at the smile which the woman gave I am sure she saw it before he could hide. And when she muttered something about how they grow so rapidly in the heat of the greenhouse. Looking at us so mischievously I am sure she saw something. Anyway, Mike had to do some work elsewhere e and left m to continue the pricking out saying he would see my lunch time in the quiet staff room at the rear of the greenhouse, and with just the two of us on duty that day we could have some real fun. The thing is I had never been fucked before. Yes I was a virgin but I was well ready to learn. My learning curve was as keen as that wonderful curve I felt earlier through Mikes trousers and I so looked forward to lunch. When it came we were both lost for words for a while, we gulped down our sandwiches and I wondered how to begin. Would Mike make the first move or what? We he did sure enough. Now was the time for act ion and not words and I lavished the feel of his wondering hand squeezing my rump to some degree whilst the other found my credentials. "If you only knew how much I have yearned for this" he said "Me too" I said and we were as one, Soon he took pleasure in masturbating me, first through my jeans and then, stripped down, briefs and all. Then after that I enjoyed him sniffing me and wrapping my hard cock with his tongue as I felt the thrill and joy of my very first sucking given by this guy I so wanted. He sniffed my cock, my ass and anything and followed on with lots of oral delights like licking and sucking my hole which he whispered was divine. He'd gotten me so worked up I found it easy to take his monster into my mouth without all the inhibitions I had imagined. I instantly enjoyed the smell and taste of him, and the feel of its pungency too in my busy mouth. We both went for it and I was in heaven feeling him deeply sucking my cock and probing my asshole as I sucked and balled him. If the walls could have talked in that staff room the blue paint would have changed to red. He asked if it would be okay for a quickie and said he had some lubricant to help it on first time. He knew I was a virgin and complimented me about my tight and very fuckable ass. I knew I had to let him have me. For one thing I wanted it as much as he. I could see his cock was burning and I felt the ominous throb in my mouth, he kissed me for the first time. We tasted each other in our kiss, it was so intimate. I wanted his fuck more than ever. I just could not wait. I l knew it would hurt first time, he was so big, about seven inches I reckon and a very thick girth. I had felt it surging in my mouth and into my throat and tasted his spunk squirting onto my face, now I really wanted the feel of cock up my ass like nothing before. I told him it would be fine and he said to lean over the edge of the table which was just high enough for him to get a good position fucking me.. "We have a half hour before lunch hour is done" he said and how we really enjoyed that half hour. After some more sniffing,. Licking and sucking me. Bent over to his liking he started to work his cock into me I gritted my teeth as he trusted his length deep into me. It was the initial thrust that stretched me which cause the initial pain. I went along with it knowing at last I had found my true leaning and who better with than Mike who really knows how to fuck me. The pain soon went and it felt delicious fucking me to the brim. His cock wedged tight up me as he paused a little and I enjoyed his throb. And this was just the start of our relationship which I knew would bud and blossom with the coming spring, when all that we had pricked out was now fully grown and ready for transplanting into the flower beds. That is how I thought about Mike and I, We had budded and blossomed and had shed our seed and it was good. But the learning curve was still alert and we would cherish each other in so many fulfilling ways.