A young lad who lives locally called at my door earlier this year saying he was starting up his own odd job business and did I have anything he could do,he said he did'nt charge a lot but with the jobs thing being what it was he'd been out of work since leaving college and was just looking to make a few bob. I needed a bit of gardening doing and since injuring my back some years ago I found it a bit difficult,also I live on my own and enjoy a bit of company,except to go out to do a bit of shopping I don't go out a lot.I used to travel a lot when I was in business and occasionally visited a public toilet and though I never thought of myself as homosexual,I was married up to a few years ago,I did engage in a bit of stranger sex,mostly just a bit of fun through gloryholes. I,m sitting in my back lounge watching him working in the garden,he's wearing just a pair of shorts,the running type,I could'nt avoid thinking of a couple of times when I'd come across young lads in toilets wearing shorts,just thinking of of some of the young bodies I'd seen with their eager young cocks was working wonders for my recent lack of sexual relief.I'm so engrossed in my own thoughts I'm not aware that he's looking in my direction,its only when he waves at me and smiles that I realised that I was ogling him. I don't get dressed most days until in the afternoon and I'm sitting there in my dressing gown,I waved back at him and thought I'd better go in the kitchen and cool down.I put the kettle on and while I'm waiting for it to boil I put my hand in my dressing gown pocket and without thinking I'm feeling my cock and instantly my thoughts return to young hard cocks,it had been ages since I'd seen or felt one.I'm standing there playing with myself when I notice he's at the window,he can obviously see what I'm doing and of course I pull my hand out of my pocket,he makes a sign with his hand saying he'd like a drink of water. I was in a bit of a fluster but I unlocked the back door and asked him if he fancied a cup of tea,he kicked his boots off and came in the kitchen,he's telling me about what he's doing in the garden but to be honest I'm more aware of his presence,I can smell his body,that sweet youthful smell,I can see the sheen on his skin from sweating and now without his boots he's wearing just a pair of socks and the rather short shorts. Without thinking when I'd made a couple of drinks I said if he wanted to take a break he could come and have it in the back lounge,these are a bit muddy he said as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them,he had a neat little pair of briefs on and seemed completely unaware of what he was doing.He's rabbitting on about his plans as we sat in the lounge but all I can think of is what does his cock look like,I can see the outline and I can see it occasionally move as he gestures with his hands. He says that he's more or less finished in my garden unless there was anything else I wanted him to do and as he said it he put his hand over his cock and looked at me smiling,if he'd put up a sign saying he was available it could'nt have been more obvious,I could'nt think of what to say,he could see my predicament,he started to move a finger along the outline of his cock,the thing about gloryholes was there did'nt have to be conversation and I just did'nt know what to say. He stood up and I could see that his cock was now fairly hard in his briefs,he pushed them down revealing his youthful semi hard cock,he stood close in front of me put his hands on the back of my head and drew my face forward onto it,I felt the heat and smelt the sex.I had'nt sucked a cock in years but eagerly took his into my mouth and felt it reach full hardness as I started to greedily suck on it,within seconds it was filling my mouth,my hand was on his muscular arse my other hand now inside my dressing gown wanking myself furiously. He held my head and fucked my mouth,making me gag as he pushed it to the back of my throat,I was even aware of his balls touching onto my chin,god how I'd missed this,there is just something so good about sucking a young mans cock.And then again the taste of spunk,it had been a long time since I'd had a mouthful but now I'm drinking down his sweet cum as I'm spunking all over my dressing gown.He still comes around to cut my grass once a week and provides me with that sexual relief I'd been missing for some time,I give him a couple of quid to help his business along.