SUBSCRIBER EXCLUSIVE: Tommy The Gardener

When my wife first suggested we pay for a gardener I was a little reluctant, I admit. At the same time, I could see that our view from the back of the house was suffering from neglect. She just didn't have the time to do it, what with her promotion. I certainly wasn't capable. The last thing I'd tried to grow was weed in college, and that hadn't been successful.

When Tommy arrived for his first day I was very unconvinced.

When you think of what a typical professional gardener would look like you have a certain image, don't you? I imagined a gruff or burly looking guy, bearded and in his 40s or 50s, rough hands and sun scorched. I imagined him wearing a lot of green and plaid. Big boots and perhaps one of those big hats.

What we actually got was a 19 year old in a baseball cap, tank top, long shorts and seemingly inappropriate Nike's on his feet.

He looked like the kind of young man you'd see checking out all the cars at one of those illegal rallies in town at the weekend.

I eyed him suspiciously from the kitchen window. "I think Mrs. Markham has been pulling your leg" I muttered.

"Don't judge a book by its cover" Katy advised while peering into her handbag, ensuring she had everything for the workday ahead "I talked to Tommy yesterday and he knows more about the Hydrangeas than I do".

I found that hard to believe, she'd been obsessed with the garden for years before getting back into work when Adam, our son, moved out. It had been her pride and joy for so long, but I suppose that's why she wanted to see it being treated well while she focused more on her career. And, of course, having a garden as large as ours it was in dire need of almost daily upkeep. We'd refrained from using it too much the year prior, mostly because Katy was embarrassed by the state of it.

I kind of preferred the more overgrown and natural look.

Still, we were happy to pay for the service, as long as he was capable.

I sipped my coffee and watched him meandering around the garden and down under the bare hanging branches of the willow, taking notes in a little book. "He doesn't look like a gardener" I repeated.

"He worked at Callahan House all last summer" she insisted, "have you seen their gardens? Absolutely spectacular!" I turned to see her hoisting her giant bag over a shoulder, a collection of files in her other hand.

She reached up to kiss me. "Make sure you offer him a drink later it's going to be quite warm today, and maybe make him a sandwich or something" she advised, our lips meeting briefly "I'll be back around 7, order Chinese?"

And with that she was rushing out of the kitchen and down the long hall "will do" I called out after her.

My day would be spent mostly fielding calls from the office, the sale of the company had been dragging on for more than two years but we were finally on the cusp of completing it. I couldn't wait. We already had plans to spend the winter in Florida with her sister and I really needed that break. I was in two minds about it. On the one hand it would be nice to relax for a few weeks, but on the other I had a new business to set up and I was excited to get started on the project. There was no way I was retiring at forty eight.

I had enough time to run a few miles on the treadmill before getting to my desk and working through some emails, making some calls to the office and checking in with our legal team.

That's one of the problems with working from home, you start to let things slide, especially if you're a workaholic like me. Katy was always bitching about it, and I understood why. She'd come home from work and find me at my desk, ask what I'd eaten, and it would be at that moment I'd realize I'd only had breakfast and the rest of the day had been fueled by coffee.

I showered quickly and resisted the urge to masturbate. My cock wasn't happy about it, rising up to a thick pole and demanding I shoot a load. My helmet was swollen and wet with precum, my foreskin hugging it tightly and easing back slowly. I refused, knowing that it would be more rewarding if I held back until later. My daily wanks were usually in the office, watching something new on my screen while massaging my length for a good hour before finishing with a heavy wad.

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