It was a beautiful spring morning. I took my coffee out on to the patio and sat down at a table in my dressing gown and gazed at my garden. It was very, very private being screened on all sides by mature trees and shrubs. I had turned fifty and had been lucky enough to be able to retire and live off the rents that my property investments brought in.
I was still in good shape and guys often told me that I looked not a day over forty. And I had more than my share of guys. I loved all types of men but the young ones gave me my biggest thrills.
Last night had been memorable: The young college boy down the road had come over unexpectedly and we had sucked each other's cocks and fucked each other endlessly. I put my hand down my shorts and jerked at my ten-inch dick until it came in my hand.
Everything in my garden was sprouting and the grass had already grown a little too long. Time to hire a new gardener, I thought to myself. The old boy that had looked after my garden for the last few years had finally retired the previous autumn.
I went in to my study and reached for the yellow pages. There were lots of advertisements for garden maintenance but one stuck out from the rest. It was headed "Actors at Rest" and the text explained that all the firm's staff were actors who were resting between jobs.
A very well spoken guy answered my call immediately. I introduced myself and asked whether it was possible for someone to call that day; it certainly was. The pleasant voice at the other end of the phone said that Tim could come around at eleven and gave details of the hourly rate. It was quite acceptable and I gave my address.
I was still in good shape and guys often told me that I looked not a day over forty. And I had more than my share of guys. I loved all types of men but the young ones gave me my biggest thrills.
Last night had been memorable: The young college boy down the road had come over unexpectedly and we had sucked each other's cocks and fucked each other endlessly. I put my hand down my shorts and jerked at my ten-inch dick until it came in my hand.
Everything in my garden was sprouting and the grass had already grown a little too long. Time to hire a new gardener, I thought to myself. The old boy that had looked after my garden for the last few years had finally retired the previous autumn.
I went in to my study and reached for the yellow pages. There were lots of advertisements for garden maintenance but one stuck out from the rest. It was headed "Actors at Rest" and the text explained that all the firm's staff were actors who were resting between jobs.
A very well spoken guy answered my call immediately. I introduced myself and asked whether it was possible for someone to call that day; it certainly was. The pleasant voice at the other end of the phone said that Tim could come around at eleven and gave details of the hourly rate. It was quite acceptable and I gave my address.