I have had an allotment for the past couple of years. I find it very relaxing and therapeutic to work up there, and with all the digging, lifting etc. it is also a great workout. My usual gardening outfit is shorts, a vest top and heavy boots but often, and especially during the current heatwave, the top gets discarded.
The point of this story is a pair of fellow allotment holders. Both late 60s, grizzled, one short and scruffy, the other tall, overweight but always with his blonde hair combed and clean clothes. I didn’t know their names at the time but now know them as Tom and David.
They garden mornings to mid afternoon whereas I never start before noon, so they are usually walking home past my gates, and regularly stop for a chat. At first I assumed they were just friends who shared their allotment, but as time passed i realised that they seemed more like a couple. I found out that they lived together, no mention of family, and talked about doing things like DIY or holidays as a couple.
I didn’t think any more about this until I replaced my gate and fence a few months ago. Previously it had been low enough for anyone passing by to look straight in and lean over to chat, but the new entrance is 6’ tall, blocking the view. My neighbours still shouted over a greeting as they passed, but could not see me directly. One day however I had propped the gate open as I was carrying heavy bags of stone from the car. It was hot and I was just in my shorts, sweating so much it looked like I had stepped out of the shower. Knowing how wet I was going to get I had decided to do without underwear, and the now sweat soaked thin fibres of my shorts stuck to my skin.
I heard a greeting and looked up to find the pair of them already walking through the open gate, inspecting the veg beds. I stopped work and we chatted away about this and that. Again, when they talked about themselves it was as a couple. Now over the years I have met many gay couples of all types and ages, but for some reason it seemed too incongruous to find them on my doorstep, in amongst the soil and potatoes. But I was curious enough to ask “so, are you a couple?”
They both nodded, and Tom said “been together 30 years this autumn” whilst looking intently at me. I just replied “wow, that’s impressive, congratulations!” Which seemed to please them both. They told me a little bit about their life together, and mentioned how different it is now. I agreed, and said something about homophobia still being the norm even when I was a lad.
They must have picked up on it as a hint, as David casually asked if I had dabbled. I felt comfortable enough confirming that I had, and in fact my earliest experiences were all gay. Now I really had their attention, and in response I could feel my sweat soaked dick firming up, pressing hard against the thin material.
Tom broke the spell by saying that they had to go, as they were already late for an appointment, but would love to hear more about my past. “Well you know where to find me” I said with a grin. After they departed I sat on my bench, hidden from any prying eyes by my outhouse, letting the sun burn my body. My cock was now hard and it only took a moments hesitation before I pulled it free and masturbated.
The next day was even hotter, and I made a point of leaving my gate open again. More hard work meant I was once again soaked to the skin when I heard a familiar voice say hello.
Tom and David walked straight in, closing the gate behind them. I was kneeling, and as I stood up they both blatantly looked me up and down. Tom came over and started chatting, whilst David walked to the far end to look at a new cold frame I had built.
Pleasantries over, Tom asked me outright what I had meant about my early experiences, so I told him about my interest in older men and some of the things I had gotten up to. He was clearly excited to hear this, and feeding off that my cock stiffened into a full hardon, making my soaked shorts tighten dramatically.
Going for broke I said “so, do you two fool around with other men?”. Tom was staring at the bulge as he shook his head. “I don’t bother much nowadays, but he still likes to have blokes over. I just watch, sometimes”.
“What does he have them over for?” I asked, teasing him. “He loves sucking ‘em off. He loves it” he replied a little breathlessly. Going for broke I quickly pulled the front of my shorts down, letting my erect, engorged dick spring out. As he groaned I innocently asked “do you think he would like to suck this?”.
Tom shouted up the garden to David, and I slowly turned round, now grasping my swollen member in my hand. David’s reaction was instant, open mouthed for a moment, the quickly walking back until he was inches from me. As his hand replaced mine it was my turn to groan.
“Where can we go?” He asked. In reply I just walked over to my bench, took my shorts off and tossed them to one side before sitting, spread wide with one foot up on the seat for maximum exposure. “Right here” I said with a smile.
David didn’t hesitate, and in seconds he was kneeling in front of me, his hand stroking my tool as he kissed and licked my sweat soaked thighs, working up to nuzzle into my groin and lick and nibble my balls. Now I was the one doing the moaning, his tongue lips and teeth sending electricity coursing through my body.
Eventually his lips worked up my wet shaft and encircled my engorged glans. He was so good, using his tongue and teeth to stimulate the sensitive tissue as he began sucking me in earnest. I was so lost in pleasure with my head back and eyes closed that I hadn’t noticed Tom come over and stand next to us. When I did look though I found that he was inches away from us, his trousers round his ankles and wanking a very wet, tasty looking 5-6” uncut cock.
As is so often the case when I am receiving oral, my fingers went unbidden to my nipples, twisting and digging my nails in to heighten the pleasure of the pain. Tom watched this for a moment, then reached over with his free hand to pull on one nipple, digging his nails in. The pain was sharp, sending a shockwave through my body, making my cock pulse in David’s mouth. I think he thought I might be cumming, as he speeded up and started grunting deep in his throat.
I meanwhile begged Tom to punish me harder, and use both hands. He eagerly complied, so I took the opportunity to reach out and grasp his rigid dick, immediately wanking him hard and fast. He let out a loud gasp and groan of excitement as my fingers touched his hot flesh.
We were only in this position for a few moments before Tom let out a strangled cry, and shot a huge spurt of cum, splashing onto my chest, arm and over the bench. It really was a startling volume! David was still working me hard, and as the scent of Toms spunk hit me, I felt myself building to my own orgasm, flooding David’s mouth with my seed, which he manfully swallowed, before continuing to drain me of every remaining drop of semen.
We were all panting and sweating hard, gasping for breath as we recovered.
This was 2 weeks ago, and since then we have had several repeat performances. David really is just interested in sucking me off, but I have persuaded Tom to let me go down on him, so I have two treats waiting for me in future, weather permitting!
