Sowing Seeds E12 | I want the gardener all to myself (Patreon)

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Welcome back to Sowing Seeds! I know I didn't do any promotion on this this weekend - I was having a bit of travelling drama but now I'm home.

We last saw rich boy Warren take Todd the gardener to the island, and show him around. By show him around, I mean give him the king service treatment. The man is getting blowjobs and free dinners on a tropical island... it's better than pulling out weeds, that's for sure. Todd is not a closed off guy.... but doing gay stuff is new for him. He's having a great time but he isn't ready to let all his inhibitions go yet. Warren's patient and having a grand time exploring the kinks of his new boytoy, when he's not dealing with his high class social problems....

Enjoy!

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Dinner with my friends is like a performance. Actually, everyone is so eager to show off their family’s wealth, it's actually more like a competition. Every little detail counts. Get one thing wrong, and you're the subject of gossip for the next couple months. 

That means getting dressed for dinner is no simple task. I laid out my outfit choices on my bed, mixing and matching the items while thinking about how my friends would react to it. For me, there’s a line between expensive but not too expensive that I like to balance. Nobody likes tacky.

“I like the white shirt,” Todd comes in, munching on an apple. “Is this the big fancy platter dinner?” 

“No, that’s on Saturday.” 

“I was just going to wear this.” I turn my head to see him wearing the same shirt as earlier. That's definitely not going to work. 

“Get the dark blue one with the pinstripe pattern,” I say as I turn back to my dilemma. I hear his apple crunching sounds get further away. 

I do like the white shirt too. With the blue trousers, it might just work. 

“This one?” Todd’s talking with his mouth full. I turn around again and see him holding up the wrong shirt.

“No. Those are shadow stripes.” 

“Looks like stripes to me.” He holds the shirt up higher to look at it.

“I'll help you.” We go to his room and I pull out the right shirt from the bottom of the pile. “With these pants.” I point at the beige trousers I bought him. 

Todd puts the apple core down on the dresser and unbuttons his shirt. I hand him the new shirt and he slides it on. Without having to button it up, I can already tell he's going to look great in it. 

As he does up the buttons from the bottom up, his toned body fills up the shirt, pushing out the empty spaces that I often find in mine if I don't get them tailored. 

“It's tight,” he says as he crunches forward and does a hulk flex. The shoulder seams might just burst if he keeps doing that . 

“It's perfect.” I hand him the trousers and he takes his pants off. I'm so glad he's wearing nice underwear now because it just looks so much better on his hairy legs.

“Beauty is pain, I guess.” Todd tucks his shirt in messily. 

“Wait.” I take over, folding and creasing the shirt neatly, touching his thigh in the process. “Okay, zip it up.” 

“Damn! You gotta teach me how to do that!” He admires his outfit in the mirror. 

“Sure.” I take off my watch and give it to him. “It matches your outfit better.” 

I watch him clasp it on and smile. His hair is a little messy and he doesn't trim his facial hair like he should. But still, the potential is there. 

We went to dinner and met my friends. After some pleasantries, we ordered some drinks and I finally got to relax. 

Todd is really very naturally social. He chatted with anyone that came his way and the outfit boosted his confidence. With his new clothes, he fits right in with everyone else. Being tall and muscular just completes the whole look. 

I thought he would stick around with me more because he's the stranger amongst our friend group, but he took off and made new friends early in the night and I saw him introducing drinking games to them. 

A couple hours later, everyone was having a good time and the conversations turned into dancing. I lost Todd in the crowd, but I was having fun with my friends too.

When I saw him again, he was attached to a brunette girl. You know, that type of straight-people dancing where he's holding her hips from behind, and she's leaning back onto him. 

They look good together. Too good. 

From then on, I couldn't focus on my friends anymore. I tried, but I kept sneaking passing glances at them. They got more and more comfortable, and Todd’s hands got more and more brave. He brushed her hair back and pushed his face against hers as they danced closely. 

I can see him whispering things to her, and she is absolutely eating all his words up. I've seen her before, and she's probably already been with every other straight guy here. 

I watch her reach up and around, caressing the back of Todd's brown hair, and he leans down to suck on her neck. 

Fuck…he's going to take her back to the room. 

I break away from my group and make a beeline to him. He didn't even notice me, because he's so busy caressing her and kissing her neck. 

“TODD!” I said loudly with the music blaring. “HEY TODD!” I tap his shoulder and he looks up at me. His top button has gotten undone sometime during the night. 

“Hey!” He reaches out and grabs my head, pushing his sweaty forehead against me. “Where have you been?” 

I pull back, not wanting to be so close to the girl. “Just over there. Can we go now?” I say in his ear. 

“I'm working on something here,” Todd replies, nodding his head towards the girl that's dancing on him. 

Damn it. 

I almost turn away, but then decide to stand my ground. I’m not going to lose him to some random girl at a party.

I brought him here. Not her. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” I pull on his shoulder to get him to stop sucking on her neck. 

“Bro!” This time, there is some annoyance in his eyes. 

“Really quick.” I squeeze his shoulder and the annoyance disappears from his face. He says something in the girl's ear before he lets go. I lead us to the private bathroom and close the door, blocking out the thumping music. 

“Oh wow, that was loud.” Todd rubs his ears. “What's up? Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” I try to think on my feet. I don't really have anything to say. I just wanted to get him away from her. 

“Yeah?” He grabs some paper towels and pats down his face. “It's hot out there. Are you feeling sick or something? You look like you're about to throw up.” 

“No, not at all.” Fuck, if I don't say anything, he's going to go back. Then, he's going to take her back to the room I paid for. 

“Okay?” Todd looks at me like I'm an alien. “Well, I'm going to take a piss while I'm here.” 

I step aside and watch him undo his pants. 

Psssssssssssssssssst…

What am I going to do? 

“You having a good time?” 

Psssssssssssssst…

“Yeah,” I say as I watch him shake his junk off. “Hold on.” 

“Hold on what?” He turns his head to look at me. 

“I want to suck it,” I blurt out. 

“What?” Todd says, and turns around. His cock is back in his underwear, but his fly is still open. 

“Yeah.” I quickly kneel down and get in position. “I want to suck it. Right now.” 

He looks confused, but he also doesn't zip up. 

“Here?” Todd looks around the dimly lit bathroom. I take the fact that he doesn't button up his pants as a good sign and I extend my hand to touch his package. 

“Yeah, here. I just really want it right now.” I feel the shape of his flaccid cock, squeezing it to see if I can get some life into it. 

“Didn't you just suck it earlier today?” 

Yes! I feel his meat get bigger. 

“You said you can cum twice in a day, right?” I tug gently at his waistband. Todd considers it for a second, and then helps me pull his trousers down to his ankles. 

I shove my face in his crotch, sniffing the sweaty musk that’s emanating off him. His package pushes back against me actively now, like I've pushed an “on” button. 

“Fuck.” He caresses my gelled hair. “You really want it?” 

“Do you?” I manipulate his cock upwards so the blood can continue to fill it up. I drag my nose tip along the shaft of it, ensuring that it grows to its maximum potential. 

I'm going to get it. I'm going to drain him before anyone else can. 

“Yeah, okay.” Todd concedes and I pull his boxer briefs down. He's hard. Really hard. “Drinks can…” 

I don't care

I wolf him down, burying my nose into his pubes. 

“Shit!” he whispers. I didn't waste any time trying to tease him. I place my hand at the bottom of his shaft, twisting as I sucked him. “Fuck!” 

Up

Down

Up

Down

“Jesus! You really want it!”

I shove his cock down my throat, and reach around to grab his asscheeks. Squeezing them tightly, I deepthroat him the way I know he likes it. 

“GUh…GUHH..guHH…” 

“Oh fuck, I love that sound,” Todd admits with a sigh and supports my head at the base of his cock. I give him a couple more of those before I look up at him. 

He should know that no girl will ever suck him like this. 

I slap his hard cock on the side of my face and watch his facial expression register it.

No one will ever suck you like me. 

I suck on the tip, looking right up at him. Then, I caress his balls gently before grabbing the base of his stiff meat. 

I want him to cum. 

I want him to blow his load for me. 

I dive down on his dick, spiralling up and down in a wet storm of tongue, lips and fingers. 

“Fuck! That feels good. Do you want me to cum? Oh shit!” 

Cum for me

Cum for me!!! 

“Oh…ohh…OHHHH!” I push myself down at the last moan and he explodes in my mouth. I let him have the first couple shots deep in my throat, then I start sucking again. “FUCK!” I get 4 good sucks in before I know it's too much. I grab his ass and shove my nose in his pubes. 

He smells deliciously musky. All that dancing worked up a good sweat.

“Ahh… ahh… ohh… Jesus...” I start sucking again, but very lightly and slowly. 

“MmM…” I taste his sweet juice and swallow it down. 

“Ah…” Todd whimpers as I service his sensitive shaft. “You really wanted it… ah…” I massage the balls that gave me a delicious load. “Ah…” 

“Yeah,” I whisper and lick another drop from the tip. “Should we go back to our room now?”

“I think so, yeah.” Todd lets out a big satisfied sigh. “I'm beat.” 

Good.