"Let me comfort you, Rob" I offered. "You are your own guy, if you want to believe in talking to plants, even fairies then believe it. It is something unique to you, something which only a few share, do you understand. A secret, never ever doubt yourself, but accept that others simply cannot focus on such things, Okay?"
"You put me to ease Sam, indeed you do, there is so much about life and living what most of us can never understand huh?"
Rob was a good twenty years younger than I but already their was a connection there.
It was unique how we met in the first place, as many good things happen it came when least expected. Somehow Rob had found comfort spending time in his huge garden talking to plants, imagining they were his family and hearing their feedback.
He wondered if plants could be like him. He had spent many hours online searching, just searching for a guy he could gel with big time. But it was always the same, a meeting would be arranged and the other guy wouldn't turn up. It seemed most online chats wanted only the thrills to share cam shots in the most lurid way. But he endeavoured in hope he would find a steady relationship when doing to himself what others wanted and which he really loathed doing, but such was his yearning to be with another guy, and not just for the sex - but for everything else too, That seemed to be a tall order because of the seven guys he met in and around public loo's none of them wanted to know after the initial mutual sexual exercise was completed. And it wasn't the full business, because invariably a quick and rough wank or oral did it, and the guy was off like a shot. Rob told me felt dirty and ungratified, just wanking each other and on the odd occasion oral too, but it was no real fun, not really, okay the sexual stimulation was there and the urge to feel another cock apart from ones own. But it still wasn't what Rob wanted, not really - so he more or less accepted that it wasn't going to happen, to have a real lasting relationship, so he'd settle for his deviations in the garden - and occasionally with the stimulation an anal vibrator could bring.
But then out of the blue, at the Chelsea flower show, Rob was just inhaling the scent of a new blue rose, when I noticed him. I guess being a keen horticulturist I wanted to share the moment with him.
"It smells really good huh?" I smiled. "I love the blue rose, I had one called blue moon, I do believe this is a sequel, Blue Moon Two if I am not right?."
Rob seemed reluctant to reply but after a pause he ventured to reply with an infectious smile saying that he too had a blue moon in his garden which really set the conversation off and soon we had moved to the restaurant and were enthusiastically engaged in discussing the why's and where fore's of the beauty of plants.
The week after Rob had invited me to come see his garden, to meet his collection like they were real people. I was happy to go accept this guy's deviation in talking to plants. I had heard of it before. I wanted to share his fantasy because I felt at home with him, and all of a sudden it happened, something that would draw us together intimately. Rob slipped as he knelt cupping his blue moon in his hand, to show it's true beauty, toppling over onto his side I was laughing as I helped Rob up.
It seemed the natural thing to do for Rob to hug and kiss me on the cheek as a thank you, Several of his favourite rose's petals were in his hand and I instinctively closed to him, picking each petal out from the palm of his opened hand, then pressing them to his lips as he drew in a very slow breath moaning with delight saying the scent so good.
There was something so intensely erotic about the way Rob touched and sniffed the petals and I felt himself immediately developing a very astute erection, surprising myself - embarrassing myself. But that is how it happened, Rob said not to be embarrassed, that he felt so privileged and delighted that his presence initiated such wonderful intimate feelings and soon we were enjoying each other in the privacy of the garden - our feelings unleashed, Rob whispering he was so happy to be with me..
" Just to let your feelings go," he said boldly, " just to let it all flow and enjoy, because then I will too."
"Would you like me to unzip you, Rob?" I asked with my fingers at the ready. It was one thing feeling each other over the roughness of denim jeans but another to touch the flesh and take in the real ambiance of the wonderful sensual touch of each other. And it was to be nothing like his experiences in public loo's, much more refined with so much concentration on each others emotions as well..
Rob was outwardly thrilled by my suggestion and readily took my hand and guided it to his crutch, already delighting the feel of my hand there. it was gorgeous.
"Mmm. It is lovely," I complimented gently revealing his growing erection, gradually pulling it through between his open fly and breathing in its odour. I was more than content just to stroke and squeeze it, stretching it back to reveal a beautifully formed crimson head. I gently touched, just so very gently, to tease the tip causing Rob to shudder with delight. Watching and feeling the throb I asked if he wanted to go further, that he'd absolutely love that, that it had been a long time since I'd sucked young hard cock.
