Gardening Boy

Andrew and I first met at a horticultural event, where he was part of a judging team.
I was a nineteen year old trainee entering my first gardening competition, and my work just happened to be literally outside of his estate.
Unfortunately I didn't win, but Andrew invited me to join his small gardening team when I completed my trainee course.
Two months later and only one week after starting, I was on my knees in a large shed sucking on his cock wondering how I'd gone from a absolutely straight guy with a girlfriend, to sucking on the large dick of a country estate owner.

The truth is, I'd gotten into debt and Andrew said he'd help me out, if I helped him.
I knew what he wanted as another gardener had told me Andrew likes fucking young guys, even though he's married. Something he apparently began doing at boarding school.

The extra 'bonus' he offered at first for sucking him off, was too good to say no to. And in that shed on that rainy morning, I opened my mouth and let a rich man fuck my mouth.
I won't say I was any good at giving head initially, but I must have been good enough, as Andrew took me back into the shed later that day, had me suck him off again, but I also let him rim my arsehole as he reached around and tossed me off.
I came all over the floor and afterwards he asked me if I'd consider taking his cock up my arse next time.

I didn't see him for nearly a week, but when he spoke to me it wasn't to join him in the shed. It was my first time into his huge home and I was awe struck. His families wealth was there to see as he took me down to what was in days gone by, the servants quarters.
In one back room which was beautifully and expensively done up, there was a large bed. And at one end of the room, there was an array of sex toys, condoms, lubes and girls make up. There were also outfits on and in a dresser, which also had three wigs on head stands.

I didn't dress up for Andrew that day, but I did get naked with him as we sixty nined on the bed. Then using lube and donning a condom, he had me kneel in front of him as he slowly slid his thick cock into my arsehole.
All I kept thinking about as the pain started, was five hundred pounds of my debt would be paid today. And then with my thoughts still on debt, the feeling up my arsehole changed to utter pleasure.
Nothing, not even cumming, was close to how Andrews cock fucking my rear hole, made me feel as he kept on thrusting harder and deeper into my bowels.
I can still remember now backing onto his cock and hearing him say 'You're loving this. You're going to be my boy from now on'.

He fucked me twice that day and the second time after everyone else had gone home, was even better than our first fuck. I came as he fucked me missionary on the bed, and we had our first kiss too.
Before I left for the day, he gave me an envelope and told me his wife was away all the following week. Then said he'd like me to dress up for him next time.

It was a little weird putting make up, a wig and a school girl outfit on for first time. But the kinky thing was, putting on the cotton white knickers. They felt really good on my cock (Later on Andrew had me shave my pubes too)
I'm to this day pretty hairless, so unbelievably to me looking in a mirror, I passed quite convincingly as a girl, albeit the make up wasn't too good.

I'm not kidding Andrew fucked me three times that late afternoon, and when I got home late, my arsehole was sore. Luckily my parents and sister were out as I'd forgotten to wipe the make up off.

It wasn't until I'd paid off all my debt that I learned Andrews wife and the head gardener knew only too well her husband was fucking me. She came out talking to the head gardener during our lunch hour. Then openly said to me "Andrews down in the basement. He wants your arse". The head gardener winked at me and I headed off to suck cock and be fucked for the next hour.

After that, it just became a part of my day if Andrew was at home. Either in the morning before I started work. During lunch or at the end of my work day, Andrew would fuck me. Sometimes he'd have me dress up (I became really good at applying make up quickly) other times he'd want to fuck me as his 'gardening boy'. And I grew to love him plowing my rear hole in every position you can imagine.

I stayed working on the estate for nearly two and a half years. And in that time Andrew and I fucked probably two to three days a week on average.
One of the more bizarre fucks, was him fucking me from behind on their main stairway. I was kneeling on one of the marble stair as he fucked me hard. Just as his thrusts drove me to cum, his wife walked down the stairs passing us. She said very matter of factly "Clear up after yourselves, the cleaner isn't doing it".

Only after I'd begun a new job did I learn Andrews wife was having sex with another woman. Their marriage was one of convenience, but they still loved each other in their own way.

Now thirty two, I live as a gay man.