This story though fiction is really heavily weighted with wishful thinking. My gardener comes every Wednesday to help me out for a couple of hours in my large garden. Everything went as usual until last week when the weather was bitterly cold. After an hour we called it a day and retired to the kitchen for a warming cup of tea. Wearing shorts I was obviously ill equipped for the cold weather so he massaged my legs to warm me up but as his hands reached further up my legs my enjoyment was plain to see and in no time at all my cock was out and in his mouth. We retired to the lounge where I proceeded to expose his most wonderful 8" cut cock. I cupped his balls and locked the full length of this most wonderful cock and slid the shiny helmet into my mouth and sucked on it as though it were the last cock I was ever to enjoy. His urgent panting told me he was close to Cummings and then with a "Fuck I'm cumming" he spurted a never ending stream of thick warm cum into my mouth that filled me to overflowing and dribbled down my chin. I sucked him dry and cleaned him up. " Same time next week" I said. "Oh yes "was his reply but next week was to be a whole different story. Anyone want me to continue this story heavily laced with wishful thinking.