The Gardener's Double Load. Raw Yield

When Henry's boyfriend Nigel disappears on yet another long business trip, the quiet suburban garden suddenly needs proper attention. Especially from rugged, late-fifties Steve: thick-armed, silver-bearded, and carrying a seriously heavy tool that demands respect. One blazing Tuesday, polite chat over tea turns into a filthy, relentless greenhouse pounding. Then another. Steve takes his time, claiming every inch until Henry is shaking.
Then Steve casually brings his cheeky, tattooed mate Eddy. Two experienced older men. Four rough hands. No mercy. Bent over the potting bench. Spread across the wicker sofa. Taken hard on the sun-drenched lawn while thick loads drip down his thighs and leave him permanently marked inside. Henry quickly learns exactly how much "double digging" two dominant gardeners can deliver, how deep they can plant it, and just how gloriously messy and addictive it becomes.
No guilt. No strings. Just raw, sweaty, laugh-out-loud summer filth. until the bill lands on the kitchen counter. Because business is still business, even when they've left him dripping, sore, and quietly craving the next visit.