The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth as I stepped into The Green Thumb, my favorite greenhouse. Spring had finally arrived, and with it, my annual gardening itch had flared up like a wildfire. At forty-eight, I still felt the same thrill I’d always had when surrounded by nature’s bounty. My shorter blonde hair, now streaked with a few silver strands, framed my face as I pushed open the glass door, the little bell above it chiming softly. The warmth of the greenhouse enveloped me, a stark contrast to the crisp spring morning outside. My green eyes scanned the rows of vibrant plants, their colors a feast for the senses. I was on a mission, armed with a list of ambitious plans for my garden this season.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers over the leaves of a particularly lush fern. The plants here were always healthier, larger, and more vibrant than anywhere else. It was almost uncanny. I spotted Mike, a young employee I’d seen around before, watering a row of tomatoes. He was in his early twenties, with a lean build and a mischievous grin that always made me smile. His dark hair was tousled, and his arms were toned from hours of physical labor. I approached him, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Mike, these plants are incredible,” I said, gesturing to the tomatoes. “How do you get them to grow so well? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He paused, his eyes flicking around to ensure no one else was within earshot. “Well, Mrs. Kate,” he said, leaning in closer, “there’s a secret to it.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A secret? Do tell.”

He glanced around again, then whispered, “It’s the fertilizer. We use something special.”

“Special?” I prompted, leaning in as well.

He hesitated, then said, “It’s… well, it’s semen. The guys here, we all contribute. It’s like magic for the plants.”

I froze, my mind struggling to process what he’d just said. “Semen? You’re telling me you use… cum as fertilizer?”

Mike nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, it’s a bit weird, but it works. The plants love it. They grow faster, stronger, healthier.”

I was shocked, but also strangely fascinated. “And… how exactly does that work?”

He shrugged. “It’s got all these nutrients, right? Nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium. Plants thrive on it. Plus, it’s natural. No chemicals.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, a mix of disbelief and amusement bubbling up inside me. “Well, I’ve heard of organic farming, but this is next level.”

Mike grinned. “Exactly. Wanna see?”

Before I could respond, he took my hand and led me toward the back of the greenhouse. My heart raced as we passed through a door marked “Employees Only.” The air back here was warmer, heavier, and the scent of earth and something else—something musky and distinctly male—hung in the air. My cheeks flushed as I realized what that scent was.

We entered a large room filled with pots of soil, each one labeled with a plant’s name. And there, in the center of the room, were several young men—all college students, by the looks of them—sitting on stools, their hands moving rhythmically. My eyes widened as I realized what they were doing. They were masturbating, their cocks in their hands, their faces contorted with concentration. Each man had a pot in front of him, and as they climaxed, they released their semen into the soil.

I stood there, frozen, my mind reeling. This was… surreal. And yet, there was something primal, something raw about it that sent a thrill through me. I felt like an intruder, yet I couldn’t look away.

Mike noticed my shock and smirked. “Told you it was a secret. We only hire young guys for this reason. They’ve got nearly limitless reserves of cum, and it’s the freshest you can get.”

I shook my head, trying to process it all. “This is… incredible. And so wrong. But incredible.”

He laughed, a low, infectious sound. “Yeah, it’s a bit taboo. But hey, it works. And the plants don’t judge.”

I glanced around the room again, taking in the scene. The men were of all different builds and ethnicities, but they shared one thing in common: their cocks were hard, their hands moving with purpose. One guy, a tall, muscular blond, was close to finishing. His hips were thrusting subtly as he stroked himself, his face flushed with arousal. Another, a lean, dark-haired guy, was moaning softly, his eyes closed in pleasure.

“How often do you… do this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“A couple times a week,” Mike replied. “Depends on how many orders we have. The more plants, the more cum we need.”

I nodded, my mind racing. “And… do the customers know?”

He shook his head. “Nope. It’s our little secret. They just know their plants are the best.”

I thought about it for a moment, then said, “I’ll take a dozen tomato plants, a few roses, and some herbs. And… whatever else you recommend.”

Mike grinned. “Coming right up. And don’t worry, they’ll get the full treatment.”

A few days later, the plants arrived at my house. I’d arranged for them to be delivered and planted by the greenhouse staff, curious to see if the rumors were true. As I watched from my kitchen window, a group of young men—Mike among them—unloaded the plants from the truck. They were all wearing tight jeans and loose t-shirts, their youthful energy palpable.

They began planting, their movements efficient and practiced. But as they worked, I noticed something strange. One by one, they started to undo their pants, their hands disappearing into their jeans. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening. They were masturbating—right there in my yard.

I felt a flush of heat spread through my body, a mix of shock and arousal. This was… audacious. And yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Mike caught my gaze through the window and winked, a mischievous smile on his face. I stepped back, my cheeks burning, but I couldn’t resist watching.

The men were unapologetic, their hands moving with purpose as they stroked their cocks. One guy, a lean brunet with a piercing, was moaning softly, his head thrown back in pleasure. Another, a muscular redhead, was thrusting his hips subtly as he jerked off, his face contorted with arousal. Mike was watching me, his hand moving slowly, his eyes locked on mine.

I felt a tingle between my legs, a wetness that surprised me. This was wrong—so wrong—but it was also the hottest thing I’d ever seen. These young men, their cocks hard and throbbing, their hands working feverishly as they climaxed, one by one, into the soil around the plants. Their cum, thick and white, mixed with the earth, a primal offering to nature.

As the last man finished, Mike approached the window, his jeans still unbuttoned, his cock semi-hard. He grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “One last fertilization treatment,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Just for you.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat as he started to stroke himself again, his hand moving slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, transfixed, as his cock grew harder, his balls tightening. And then, with a low groan, he came, his cum shooting out in thick streams, landing on the soil near the roses.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. This was… incredible. And so dirty. So taboo. But I couldn’t deny the heat that had built up inside me, the wetness between my legs that demanded attention.

Mike smirked, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Enjoy your plants, Mrs. Kate. They’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

I nodded, unable to speak, my mind still reeling from what I’d just witnessed. As they loaded their equipment into the truck and drove away, I stepped outside, the scent of earth and cum heavy in the air. I ran my fingers over the leaves of a tomato plant, feeling a strange connection to it, knowing what had gone into its growth.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen. The image of those young men, their cocks in their hands, their faces flushed with pleasure, was burned into my mind. I felt a hunger, a need that I hadn’t felt in years. I slipped my hand between my legs, my fingers finding my wetness easily. As I touched myself, I imagined Mike, his cock hard and throbbing, his hand moving in rhythm with mine. I moaned softly, my hips bucking into my hand as I pictured him coming, his cum shooting out, thick and hot.

I came hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, my juices coating my hand. As I lay there, breathless, I realized something: this was just the beginning. The Green Thumb had awakened something in me—a primal, raw desire that I couldn’t ignore. And I knew, without a doubt, that I’d be back. For more plants. And for more of their secret fertilizer.