Sowing Seeds E15 | The straight gardener is ready to try something new (Patreon)

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I was having so much fun with Todd, I almost forgot that I was here for the gala. Let's be honest, I would have preferred to show him all the resort activities instead of fake smiling at a party. 

I've done all the resort stuff too. Many times over even. Todd made it new and exciting again, because it was new and exciting for him.  His infectious energy made the vacation zoom by.

Plus, he gave me that energy every night too. It became our vacation routine. We'd wake up late, have brunch, do whatever the activity of the day was, and the day would end with his cum in my mouth. 

The load after playing tennis was particularly delicious. His cock was salty from being sweaty, and he was all warmed up for some more exercise. He literally fucked the load into my mouth while straddling my head on the bed. 

There was the private boat tour too, and I had to suck him off in the back. I just had to. You should’ve seen him in his swimsuit. I slipped the guide a tip to bring us to a small island, and he went off hiking to give us some privacy. The rocking of the boat while he thrusted into my mouth makes me hard just thinking about it.

Todd kept to his word too. He said I should cum every time he does to make it fair, so I did. He didn't touch my cock again, but I was okay with that. It was enough to service him and get to jerk off at the same time. 

And so now we've arrived at the last day. I was a little sad as I put on the outfit I prepared for the gala. Sure, I'll still see him when we're back home and he's working in the garden, but it won't be the same as right now. 

Todd comes in while struggling to button up his cuffs. The shirt is a tiny bit small on him, and I wish we had time to get it tailored for him. However, small meant tight, and tight isn't Todd’s enemy. It shows off his athletic body nicely. 

“Thanks,” he says as I button them up for him. I smooth down the front of his shirt, checking the sides for any loose fabric. 

“Nice,” I say as I notice the neatly tucked in sides. “You learned.”

“When in Rome.” He smiles. “Is there going to be food there? I feel like I'm going to bust out of this shirt if I eat anything.” 

“It'll be alright.” I smooth down the front of the shirt again, mostly using it as an excuse to touch him. 

“I just got dressed,” Todd warns playfully. “You can have it tonight.” 

“I don't know if I want to wait till tonight,” I say as I purposefully graze his nipples through his shirt. It gets him going without fail. “You look really good.” 

“Thanks. I mean, they’re the clothes you got me. So, thanks.” He’s being casual but I notice a slight change in his expression as I circle back to his nipples. “This has been the craziest week of my life.” 

“Has it?” I whisper, feeling down his masculine side. 

“Wild. But amazing.” He reaches out for a hug and I lean into it. He's wearing a cologne he found in the bathroom. It's not right for him, but it's still nice. “Thank you, Warren.” 

“What happened to ‘Rich Boy’?” I say into his chest. 

“If it gets you off, I'll call you that later.” Todd gives me a squeeze and then lets go. 

The gala is exactly as you expect to be. A glorious exposition of who has the most money. It’s kind of ridiculous, honestly. The whole point is to raise money, but I’m pretty sure the total value of all the guests’ jewelry is way more than what’s been donated.

“Hey!” I give a hug to one of my friends as they come. “Looking good!” 

“You too!” she says cheerfully. “And this must be your friend that you brought.” 

“Todd.” He extends his hand and shakes it. 

“Mmmhmm, I heard,” she hums. “We haven't seen much of you two around.” 

“Yeah, just showing him around,” I interject quickly before Todd answers.

The rest of the night went on like that. Admittedly, it dragged on but what made it nice was that Todd stayed with me the whole time. I half expected him to start dancing with some pretty girl again. There was certainly no lack of them at the gala. 

Finally, we get back to our place, and I kick off my shoes right away and take off my tie. 

“I thought you said you like to dress up,” Todd says with a laugh as he does the same thing. 

“I do. But that, was too much,” I say with a sigh as I finally relax. No more fake smiles and no more fake conversations. 

“Yeah, I get it.” He unbuttons the top of his shirt. “You rich people are kind of stuffy, huh? Not a lot of people were dancing.” 

“It's always like that. Most of us can barely move in our outfits,” I say as I sit down on a stool. “I'm surprised you didn't go off dancing.” 

“You didn't seem very happy about that the last time I did,” Todd says and smiles at me. I feel the heat flush my cheeks a little. I mean, I can admit that I did get a little jealous. I just didn’t realize that he noticed too. “Get up, we're going to dance.” 

“No, I can't.” I stay seated. My feet are so tired from walking around in dress shoes. 

“Nuh uh. We're going to dance. People dance at parties.” He plays some music from his phone and then comes over to drag me up. 

“This is so weird.” I giggle but consent to getting up. He dances like a frat bro while I stand there, popping his hips at me at the loud hip-hop music. “That's not what we listen to here.” 

“Well, you're at my party now.” Todd grabs my waist and spins me around, grinding himself on my behind. “Loosen your hips, rich boy.” 

“Hey!” I giggle again as he gyrates on me. 

“Relax!” He holds my hips and teaches me how to move like him. “There you go. You would've thought they taught you dance after those private piano lessons.”

I would've thought of a comeback, but now the blood has left my brain. His hot breath is on my neck, and the cologne he put on has now integrated with his natural odour, melting into a sensual masculine scent. 

“There you go,” Todd says again as he grinds into me. He lets go of my hips and touches the front of my body, suggesting things that he's not saying. 

We move in unison, and I lean back into him, letting him take the lead and just taking in the way he moves. 

“Are you turned on by me?” he asks in my ear. 

“I always am,” I whisper back, leaning my head back on his shoulder. 

“I want to try something new.” Todd unbuckles my belt. “It's our last night.” 

“Whatever… you want…” I whisper. My pants come down to my ankles. Then, I hear him taking off his belt behind me. 

“You want my cock, rich boy?” Todd says in a hushed voice in my ear, making me tremble in excitement. 

“Yes.” A thousand times yes. I reach back to feel for his arms as he pulls down my underwear too. 

Then, I felt it.

His hard tool, placing itself in my crack. 

“Oh god.” My voice wavers. I've fantasized about this a million times. I’ve cummed to the thought of this happening a million times.\

I feel him slather spit on my crack. “Oh…fuck that's tight.” 

“Ah!”

“Oh yeah, you want it, rich boy?” His thick cock wedges itself inside me. “Open up this tight hole for me.” 

“AHHH!!!” I moan loudly as he enters me, confirming all the things I imagined about how his dick would feel. After this week, I know exactly what it looks like. I know how thick it is. I know how much friction he needs to stay hard. I know what angle it curves at.

“Yeah... oh shit…. you're so tight.. fuck…” 

“Fuck me! Please fuck me!” I moan as he tentatively thrusts in and out. 

“Oh god…” Todd is evidently having a hard time composing himself. “That's fucking tight.” 

I lean forward onto the kitchen counter and arch my back for him. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” 

“Yeah?” Todd says. He grabs the back of my shirt, bunching it up in his fist and using it as leverage. “You want it rough?” 

“Oh yeah! Fuck!” I lean my face on the cool counter. His skin rubs against mine, creating a burning feeling as he accelerates. 

“God, your ass is so fucking tight.” He pulls on the back of my shirt. “MMmm...”

“Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, Todd,” I moan, letting him ravage my ass. I want it harder. ROUGHER! I want it to sting the next morning.

“Don't forget to get off too,” Todd grunts as he fucks me. “Fuck…” 

I reach around to jerk off, timing it with the thrusts he gives me before I realize that I'm much too turned on to do that. 

“Why are you stopping?” He pants as he drills me. 

“If I stroke, I'm going to cum,” I moan. 

“Then cum.” My shirt wraps around my chest tightly as he pulls on it from the back. 

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

“OH! OH!!!” I feel the need to cum accelerate even though I'm just holding my cock. “FUCK!” 

“Oh fuck, I can you feel clenching. AhHH!”

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

The cum jets out of me, and I don't think he notices. 

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

“I’m cumming!!” He thrusts into me hard. “Fuck!” Another hard thrust! “MMM!” He injects me with his load, jutting roughly into me with each spurt. 

“MmM,” I whimper as my ass starts to feel the soreness of his thick cock

“AhhH…” He lets go of my shirt and holds my hips. “Oh…” Todd pulls out quickly. “Damn.” 

“Put it back in,” I moan. “Please. Please, Todd! OH!” I shut up when he gives me what I want.

“Fuck!” Todd sighs and then laughs. “Oh god. How am I going to explain this to the guys back home?”

“That you were on vacation.” I laugh too, my left cheek pressed against the kitchen counter marble. 

“You came right?” His hand crawls under my shirt and rubs my back.