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Greenhouse Cruising

Date: 10/31/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: berokko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

room. From the angle I was at, I couldn't even see his face, but it didn't matter. I could see all I needed to know I was looking at one serious hunk. He was wearing a skintight t-shirt that was stained dark with sweat. The shirt was sleeveless, showing off his full biceps and triceps well. Shorts that looked at least a size too small gripped his abdomen, clearly revealing the outline of his bubble-butt underneath. Stocky muscular legs tapered down to feet that were covered with dirty tennis shoes. His long hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail. I had found my priceless treasure. He was kneeling in front of me like a living statue, unaware that his perfection had been discovered at last. He was tending some of his plants, gently plucking dead leaves off and packing the soil around their stems. I was amazed by the contrast between the delicacy of the work he was doing and the obvious brute power of his hands and body. The guy looked like he should be a fullback on a football team, and he was taking care of plants as carefully as if they were infant c***dren. I found the contrast irresistible. I didn't say anything right away, because I wanted to have a minute just to feast my eyes on him. My dick was seriously hard now, and with good reason. My imagination couldn't help but fill my head with pictures of what I wanted to do with this guy. I imagined what it would be like to put my hands on his body, to feel every inch of him, to memorize the shapes of his muscles. I ... imagined licking the sweat off of him, bathing him with my mouth and tongue. I imagined taking his dick into my mouth and my ass, taking it anywhere he wanted to put it, and then shoving my own cock inside of him... "You found me." It was that voice again, but this time its source was right in front of me. The man was looking up, an open-lipped smile on his wide tanned face, his pretty eyes as green as the plants all around us. "Yeah," I said lamely, not sure what to say to such a hot man that wouldn't sound dumb. "What can I help you with?" he said as he stood up, cracking his back. He was my height, about five foot eleven. "I need some advice on orchids," I said, suddenly remembering why I had come to the plant shop for help, not to cruise. "I'm having trouble keeping one happy and healthy." "Yeah, they're temperamental, aren't they?" he said, laughing cheerfully. "You got to treat them with real tender loving care." I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought he winked at me. The sunlight was so bright, I could've imagined it...but did I? I hoped not. This stud was so hot, it'd be heaven on earth if he was feeling about me what I was feeling about him. "Mind if I take my shirt off?" he asked. "It's damn hot back here." "Not at all," I said, hardly believing my luck. Catching a whiff of his sweat-smell as he lifted his arms over his head, I tried to suck it up as much as I could without being obvious. His chest was nice, with big firm pecs and a perfect pleasure trail of hair leading ...