Mr. Knight loves his work. He ran a successful yard maintenance business, and found satisfaction in transforming his client’s cluttered, overgrown yards into clean, immaculate landscapes. There was also the perk of being able to hire only the best-qualified, hard-working, and handsome (!!!) gardeners he could find.
Speaking of handsome, Mr. Knight unexpectedly encountered such a man in the form of his newest hire, a talented gardener named Milo. Just a few weeks ago, the dark-haired Latin beauty shyly entered Mr. Knight’s office looking for a landscaping job. At first, Mr. Knight mistook Milo for a teenager due to his extra-petite size and height.Milo surprised the ...[Read more]
Milo surprised the landscaper by informing him that he was in his mid-twenties. Milo had been taught the craft of gardening by his grandparents. He decided to apply for a job at Mr. Knight’s organization in part because of the business's stellar reputation. Secretly, though, he also applied because he thought Mr. Knight was drop-dead sexy.
For as long as he could remember Milo had a thing for tall guys. And not just taller than himself, but really tall; skyscrapers of men. This fixation made finding a mate a little tricky at times. Milo, being only 5’4”, was constantly being mistaken for a high school student. He often found himself reassuring the men he lusted after that he was not jailbait.
For Milo, Mr. Knight was perfect. It was a huge turn-on that his new boss—and crush—was super tall. Milo had seen Mr. Knight outside one fine, random day with no shirt on, with the DILF wearing form-fitting blue jeans. Sweat trickled down the boy’s lean chest. The young man knew he had to have him!
So Milo woke up extra early in the morning, got to the job site before anyone else, and waited patiently for Mr. Knight to arrive. To Mr. Knight’s great surprise (and pleasure) the pocket-sized super-cutie was already in the yard—waiting, it seemed.
“What are you doing here this early?” Mr. Knight asked. Was it strange that his heart was beating just a little faster? It wasn’t just his heart rate that rose, either. The sight of Milo, hardly reaching his boss’s chest in terms of height, gave an unexpected thrill.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Milo said with a twist of a smile.
That was all Mr. Knight needed to hear. He smiled broadly and wrapped his arm around young Milo. The boss led the pint-sized twink to the woodshed, where they could be alone and undisturbed—at least until the rest of the crew arrived. Both knew this and began undressing each other just as quickly as they could!
Mr. Knight was impressed with how well-endowed and big around Milo’s throbbing erection was- particularly in contrast to the miniature size of the rest of his body. However, it was Milo’s wide-eyed reaction to the sight of Mr. Knight’s mammoth cock that got the biggest thrill out of them both!
Mr. Knight adored the way that Milo sank to his knees and used his wet mouth and tongue to pleasure him. After just a few minutes of this electric attention, Mr. Knight felt primal lust begin to take over. He pulled Milo back to his feet, spun him around and sank to his own knees. He drove his hungry tongue deep into Milo’s tight sphincter. Milo grabbed onto the nearest support within arm’s reach and cried out in ecstasy.
All too soon, Milo thought, the bathing of his entrance ended. Mr. Knight rose to his feet. He aimed his baseball-bat-of-a-cock towards Milo’s now-slickened hole. The delirious young twink took a long, deep breath and readied himself for entry.
Mr. Knight’s cockhead had barely penetrated Milo’s tiny, tight entrance when both dudes gasped at the sensation. Milo had fantasized countless times about this moment and thought he would be ready, but damn! Mr. Knight was enormous! However, the little twink loved every slow, steady inch that his gigantic lover pushed into him.
Somehow, Mr. Knight got all the way to the hilt of Milo’s tiny twink bottom. The two lovers took a moment to enjoy themselves there. They kissed deeply. For a second, Mr. Knight didn’t know whether to fuck the young dude fast or slow—what pace would best celebrate this accomplishment? What he did know was that Milo was easily the tightest boy he’d ever been inside of, and it really didn’t matter if he fucked his ass at any particular speed. What mattered, what truly mattered, was that Milo was an excellent hire, and was going to earn his paycheck again, and again, and again…