The Gardener’s Secret – Damien Grey & Bob Knight
It hasn’t escaped my notice that short guys — with tiny bodies and petite bodies — tend to have the hots for me. This has been a phenomenon for as long as I can remember. I’m 1.80 m now and I’ve been taller than my peers pretty much my entire life. Even as a kid, I tended to be taller than just about every other kid. Guys tend to pay a lot of attention to me. They look up to me, you might say.
Can’t say I care! Honestly, I find shorter guys extremely attractive and I’m not ashamed of it. In my professional gardening and landscaping business, I find myself surrounded by little guys and little guys. There’s a particularly hot young man named Damien who I’ve discovered has a crush on me. And yes, he’s a short guy – probably 5’4″ish.
Now how do I know Damien has a crush on me? Truth be told, he makes it kind of obvious. You see, Damien has no problem staring openly at me. I caught him nearly drooling when I happened to pass by him. Even though he and I are in a room full of people, the young Latina beauty has eyes for me and me alone. And I think it’s absolutely fucking hot. I just love the way he looks at me with those sweet, adorable, dark brown eyes and beautiful smile.
Then one afternoon, after finishing some landscaping, Damien and I looked at each other and realized we were finally alone. With a nod, we entered the tool shed. By the time the door closed behind us, we were on top of each other.
Damien’s hands explored my long, tall body. I desperately wanted his tongue inside my mouth. Tiny stud needed a little boost lol. We both smiled as I lifted Damien’s small body to my lips.
The throbbing tool in my pants couldn’t get any harder. By the looks of the sizable lump in his jeans, Damien probably didn’t either! I could feel the pre-cum oozing out, soaking the inside of my boxers as Damien and I made out. It wasn’t long before the miniature Latina doll was (thankfully) unzipping my work pants and pulling my dick out. His eyes widened when he realized he could barely get his tiny hand around my flesh.
I took off the twink’s shirt and marveled at the perfection of the boy’s body. In contrast to Damien’s small frame, my huge hand could almost wrap around his entire waist. My erection was almost exactly the length of the little twink’s torso – our bodies couldn’t be more disproportionate.
I couldn’t help but let out a long, loud hiss of intense arousal as I slid the underside of my aching cock up and down Damien’s hard abdomen. Her little washboard belly glistened with the sticky sheen of my ever-oozing pre-cum. And with Damien’s constant sighs and labored breathing, I could tell this routine was turning the boy on to the max.
Damien desperately needed my cock inside him as much as I needed to do this. His eyes had a pleading ‘fuck me now’ look. However, I have to admit that I was a little unsure if my penis would actually fit inside the boy’s canal. As hot as I find petite guys, I worried that our size difference was too big for this to work…
…but, I mean, we had to try!
It took a little more finesse and care, but thanks to my extensive experience with smaller guys, I somehow finally managed to tighten my shaft not just deep inside, but miraculously all the way to the hilt. You should have seen the look of pure, astonished happiness and the sweet agony that marred Damien’s expression. His little body shuddered and squirmed, not knowing what to do with the pounds of pleasure filling him.
It was a pretty cold day outside, but it felt like a fucking sauna inside the tool shed. Our shared body heat and passionate fuck had us covered in sweat. As I deftly maneuvered all the way in and then all the way out of Damien’s teeny ass, I fantasized about licking the sweet, delicious boy clean of the sweat I’d made him work.
And it was that vision, that fantasy that pushed me over the edge. I injected so much semen into the doll-sized twink that when I finally pulled out, a huge wad of thick, juicy semen exploded from Damien’s well-fucked anus.
We hugged afterward, our sweat-drenched bodies pressed against each other. We were exhausted, but smiling as we kissed, and definitely more than satisfied with our break from work.
