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The Cocky Gardener

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It was my second month at Aaron’s house. When I had turned eighteen he told me I could move in with him and he would support me until I decided what I wanted to make do with my life. So here I am.

However, Aaron is 37 years old and my family and friends think he’s just doing the selfless, big brother thing. But that ain’t the deal at all….wink wink! And, naw, I ain’t in love with him. But I do love dick. And handsome, studly, divorced Aaron Wilcox, owner of Wilcox Trucking Com
pany is more than willing to give his young handsome, rascally-willing 18-year-old protégé his fat, stiff cock anytime I want. And hell, yeah, I’m a pretty hot catch myself if I do say so. Both, girls and boys, men and women are always trying to get it-on with me. But I’m only giving good ol’ Aaron the pleasure of my company while he foots the bills and gives me this awesomely fierce crib to live in.

Usually, its always so quiet in this big sprawling four-bedroom ranch-style house after Aaron leaves in the morning. He’s always so loud, stomping around, calling to me when he’s on the other side of the house or shouting orders on the phone to his staff every five minutes. Yup, good ol’ Aaron is a real man, alright.

So during the quiet of these mornings I’m usually
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