I was watering and getting closer to Harry but I was running out of pots to water. I was about to start on the plants Harry was working on when he simply said
'Its okay, I will do these'
'Oh, okay. Do you want me to damp down still?'
'Not now I have been doing this. It will be fine for today'. He said all this without taking his eyes off what he was doing which meant I was just looking at this amazing specimen of a man in front of me. I was so confused. Was he flirting or was he just genuinely oblivious to what effect he was having on me? I did not dare make a move in case I got it wrong. Fuck.
I stood for a moment lost as to what go do.
'I will go and do the outdoor pots then'
'Great' he replied, still without looking.
It was so warm in the greenhouse that outside now felt cool, so I peeled my t-shirt back on and got to watering all the pots around the garden. Whilst I could, I kept glancing at Harry. So much sweat had run down his back that there was now a defined V shape of dark blue from his waist band down his crack, resulting in his arse cheeks being emphasised even more. Whilst one hand was on the hose, I put the other in my pocket and was stroking my dick at the sight.
Inevitably I ran out of pots to water in sight of the greenhouse, so had to move away resulting in my heightened arousal state gradually diminishing.
Some time later I was at the other end of the garden when Harry appeared with a pint of iced lemonade.
'Thought you might like this?'
'Thanks very much'. Harry had changed his clothes. He was now in a pair of cargo shorts with a polo shirt on top, which clung to his pecs but hung down over his crotch so I couldn't see. Damn.
'I've got to go out. Don't know how long I will be so if I am not back before you go, please just lock up. Help yourself to drinks.'
'Thanks, will do'
Once again Harry headed off. This was getting frustrating but at least with him out the way I could relieve myself.
Soon as I heard him drive off I headed into the house in the vague hope of finding something else to wank over; his vest top, those sweaty blue shorts, but sadly nothing in the utility room at all. I went for a piss and thought about stroking one out, but changed my mind.I flushed and was about to leave when I wondered if I could find his shorts upstairs. I could easily be seen on camera but he would only see it if he watched it back. My cock was driving my rationale so stupidly I made my way to the hallway and up the stairs. I was met with 6 doors. I knew his study overlooked the back of the house so made a guess which might be the master bedroom, and was right first time. There was the bed that I had watched Harry wanking on last week.
I noted the position of the camera and went in search of am en suite. Instead the door led to a dressing room in the corner of which was a laundry basket - jackpot! Inside were Harry's and Animas dirty clothes but not those sweaty shorts. Damn. At the far side of the dressing room was another door. I tried it and it led to a highly luxurious en-suite. Massive walk-in shower, roll top bath, double sink - the works. And there, on the side by the sinks were Harry's vest and shorts. My cock twitched. I moved to pick up the shorts and in doing so felt how soaked in sweat they were, but then realised my fingers were not only sensing sweat but also were touching Hardy's fresh cum. The inside of his shorts were covered in his creamy white streaks of cum. Fuck.
Instantly and without thinking I put them to my face and smelt the sweat/cum combination. I then put part of his shorts into my mouth so I could taste it. It was stronger tasting, almost bitter, but fuck it tasted nice!
Without hesitation i undid my flies and pulled my shorts right down allowing my dick to spring out. I took his shorts and began wiping his cum up and down my shaft and across the head on my cock. It felt so good, then I pulled his shorts to my face to smell them as my other hand began caressing my cock end. In no time my pre-cum was adding to the experience, so I worked it aling my shaft. Harry's cum by this time was going a strong white colour and was slightly frothing in places as I was working my dick. Occasionally I wrapped his shorts around my shaft and used them to wank with. My cock was so hard because I was so turned on.
I watched my big meat in my hand in the mirror, watched as I squeezed the pre-cum out, caught it with my fingers and then put it to my lips. I had been so concentrated on me that I hadn't noticed until then, a shadow moving in the crack of the door to the ensuite. I was being watched. |
…. Fabulous. He’s seen you ? Soo hope so 
