Gay Erotic Stories

I love to work in my gardens and early morning is the coolest time of the day in my area. In the longest summer days, I can often be at work by 6AM. Frequently, I need supplies from the local garden supply place and had gotten to know Ben, the manager, from my frequent trips. Knowing me so well, he gave me permission to drop the chain across the entrance and help myself to whatever I needed even though they did not officially open until 8AM. One morning around 6AM, I had let myself in and was wandering around the buildings looking for some organic ground bone meal when I walked past one of the potting sheds and heard moaning coming from inside. The door was cracked slightly and I peeped inside. Ben was quite a good looking man in his early thirties and I had often fantasized what the rest of him looked like besides what I could see in his perpetual shorts and tee shirt. He had tanned muscular legs that were covered in dense fur and I could see the fur trying to crawl up and over the neckline of his tee but everything in between was hidden from my view. He often hired college boys to help out with the labor, so a nice selection of hunky college boys made the scenery even better than Ben alone. As I peeped into the cracked door, I saw a college boy with his shorts around his ankles and the back of Ben's head bobbing up and down over the boy's groin. It became obvious to me that Ben was enjoying a nice slab of meat and the boy was approaching orgasm. I saw the boy's hands holding the back of Ben's head and the thrusts become harder and finally he arched his back and moaned loudly as he flooded Ben's throat. Just at that moment, the boy saw my outline in the door. I quickly left the area and busied myself elsewhere. When I noticed, Ben and the boy had left the building and were busy elsewhere, I walked over with my usual greeting and my porta-cup of coffee always in my grip and exchanged the usual bullshit greetings and teasing. The boy smiled warmly in an almost embarrassed way but he had no way of knowing it was me who was the observer. He was slightly shorter than Ben and was quite handsome and well built. Early the next morning, I needed more supplies and did my usual garden supply trip and after entering the grounds, I saw the college boy alone. I offered morning greeting and smiled and said......nice morning. He agreed and I said...but some mornings are better than others. He grinned sheepishly and I knew he figured out it was me at the door. I asked him where Ben was and he said that he wouldn't be in until 10 .he asked me to open up this morning. It was then that I said, "Whatever the special is in the potting shed, I'll have one," and laughed and he said......"follow me, sir," and walked toward the shed. When I got back home, I realized I had not brought anything home but a smile and had to go back for the forgotten items. By then, Ben was there and I exchanged friendly greetings. The college boy entered the sales area and we exchanged grins. I said to Ben, " What kind of fertilizer are you using in the potting shed?" He answered, "An organic one we make up," having no clue as to my real meaning. The college boy excused himself quickly and left giving me a wink as he walked out. To this day, Ben has no idea the show he gave me or that I got a private performance also. It is all I can do to not laugh every time I see Ben at the garden supply store. Oh, I almost forgot, every time that Ben was going to be late, I got a phone call from the college boy informing me of the morning plans.