The Gardener’s Secret
I’m 6’7” now, and I’ve been taller than my peers pretty much my entire life. Even as a child, I tended to tower over nearly all the other kids. Guys have a tendency to pay me a lot of attention. They look up to me, you could say.
Especially my long-time coworker Damien. He’s easily under 5’4”, but wow, is he a precious hottie! I love the way he flirts with me at our landscaping worksite. One afternoon, after we had finished up some chores, Damien and I looked at each other and realized that we were finally alone. With a nod, we snuck into the tool shed. The moment that the door was shut behind us, we were all over each other.
I removed the twink’s shirt and marveled at how perfectly smooth and fit the boy’s body was. In contrast to Damien’s small frame, my huge hand could nearly wrap all the way around his waist. My erection was almost exactly the same length as the tiny twink’s torso—our frames couldn’t have been more disproportionate.
Clearly, I could tell by the pleading ‘fuck me now’ look in his eyes that Damien desperately needed my cock inside of him as much as I needed to do it. I have to admit that I was a bit unsure if my penis would actually fit inside of his boy-canal. You see, my hard-on is quite literally the same size as Damien’s forearm.
