On a warm August morning and looking casually outside as I passed in front of the window, I saw him. Retirement meant there was no rush to rise early anymore and it was gone nine o’clock when I spotted him. He was working on the garden of the house opposite, and it being a warm day he had removed his tee-shirt, revealing a magnificent torso. He had clearly been working out.

This young man fascinated me with his perfection. Whether or not he shaved his chest wasn’t obvious to me from across the street, but he looked completely devoid of hair and his muscle tone was very clear to see. The site of him made me stop and look. I instantly forgot where I was heading and for why, as I stood in front of the window staring at him.

Suddenly realising what I was doing, I moved quickly away from the window, feeling a little embarrassed about staring at him, and went to put the kettle on by way of distraction. I was feeling envious that I never had a body like that and at my age I was never likely to have. Full of self-loathing I put an extra teaspoon of sugar in my coffee, probably as a sign that I had given up making the best of myself and the body I lived in.

I couldn’t help myself from going back to the window and taking a second look at the young man. There he was, clipping a hedge, muscles flexing, when I became more aware that, apart from his shoes, he was only wearing a pair of shorts. So hypnotised was I about his pecs and abs that I hadn’t noticed that he had exquisite definition below the waist too.

I felt I just wanted  to keep my eyes locked onto this perfect body so I stood back from the window, coffee cup in hand, in the hope he wouldn’t see me, staring at this magnificent specimen as he went about is gardening duties.

I hadn’t visited this side of my life since before I was married and was shocked to find myself reminiscing with fondness about it. My cock had started to inflate and was making my dressing gown stick out but I just wanted to stare at this well defined gardener going about his day.

What brought me back to reality was my telephone ringing. It was my wife. She was away for a few days with her friend, shopping and sightseeing  in London and was just checking in to see that I hadn’t burned the place down. We had our usual chit chat and I mentioned that Wilf, across the road, was having work done on his garden and she said l should collar him and get him to do something with the bottom of our sadly neglected rear garden.

The idea of him working in our garden excited me and I could feel my heart race and my cock grow even further. Resolving to do that, I made my excuses to end the call saying that he looked like he might be leaving and I should catch him before he went.

Forgetting my coffee, I dashed upstairs, had a quick shower and dressed as quickly as I could in order to confront this Adonis about my wife’s idea of what to do with the bottom of our garden.

Isn’t it funny that what you thought you were going to do easily, suddenly wasn’t.  As I got to the door I lost my nerve and hesitated. I paced up and down the hall trying to get up the nerve and think about what I was about to say. With a deep but nervous breath I went out and across the road to speak to him.

I’d like to say I handled the conversation we had between us with maturity and clarity,  but I stumbled through it like a gibbering idiot distracted by the sight of this magnificent torso. He must have thought I was a senile old man as I attempted to say what I wanted him to do with our garden.

Back behind the front door I breathed a sigh of relief,  but with an embarrassed one too. He said he could come the following morning and clear the jungle at the bottom of my garden and then I could  decide what we could do with it later. My level of excitement grew as I went online to check the weather forecast to see if it was going to be another warm and sunny day the following day, and found that it was. 

The rest of the day dragged on but my excitement about tomorrow grew and by early the following morning I was wide awake, showered and dressed long before he was due. Sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee, I had time to think about a time,  nearly forty years ago, when I had a sexual relationship with another man. He was a friend and we went everywhere together trying to persuade girls to let us horny boys get what we wanted, but without success.

Full of hormones we eventually turned to each other and after a particular chat about what we would like to do with a good looking girl we both knew. We both had obvious erections and it wasn’t long before we were comparing each others equipment and as they say, one thing led to another. Before we knew it we were naked and wanking either ourselves or each other.

We spent the next few weeks together as naked as we could get away with. They were weeks of experimentation as bit by bit we discovered what two males could do with each other sexually. It came as a surprise to me that someone would want to take my cock in their mouth, but the feeling was so delicious I wanted it more and more. Giving or taking became addictive and I spent many a happy hour with my mouth full or he did. I have to admit that swallowing the seed took a little getting used to but before long it became an essential part of our play.

We didn’t actually penetrate each other but we did as good as, by sliding our cocks in between each others oiled bum cheeks and simulating it. It didn’t usually take me long to spurt my load onto my mates back and he was just as keen to do it to me.  That was a long time ago and I thought I had put it far behind me when I met and married my wife. But here I was, as eager as those days, to ogle this fine specimen of a man stripped down to just a pair of shorts and parading his beautiful flesh in front of me.

When his van pulled up outside the house I was excited, but very nervous. I hoped he wouldn’t be able to see through my lust for him. Taking a number of deep breaths I was able to compose myself and act as matter-of-factly as I could when opening the door to him.

Success. I managed to casually chat with him as we walked to the bottom of the garden,  all the time hoping he was going to take his t-shirt off before I left him to it.  Success again.  He did, and I eagerly took in the vista before turning around and making my way back to the house, which was just as well as my cock had definitely shown signs of life.

Back in the house I made my way up to the back bedroom where I could see him working and I thought he couldn’t see me. My cock was pressing against my trousers and seemed eager to get out, so I let it. Gently giving it a tug as I watched him clear the rubbish that had accumulated down there.

Feeling a bit foolish about what I was doing I put my, by now, very hard cock back in my trousers, resolving to relive these moments later when I could take my lust out on myself in comfort. 

Throughout the day I periodically went back to window to see this man busily working in my garden stripped down to shorts and boots,  and it always made my cock inflate a little. I especially liked it when I brought him a cup of coffee where I could see him close up and feast my eyes on him. I had, by this point, been able to control my emotions and  be as casual as I could be in front of him.

Talking to him, I realised he was a nice guy too. We chatted about this and that and about what could be done with the cleared area in our garden. He surprised me by asking if he could have a shower when he’d finished as he had to go somewhere else after finishing here. Of course I agreed. My level of excitement increased as I thought I might get to see more of this perfect body.

I’m not proud of this, but I tried to find a way in which I could get a look at this man naked and see his perfect cock. Without making it obvious the only thing I could think of was to not put a fresh towel in the bathroom and then to pretend to remember and bring him one in, hoping to catch him starkers.

It was the best I could come up with so I removed all the fresh towels from the bathroom and just left the used one’s. I then waited impatiently for him to finish his task and for him to come up and take a shower.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was invited to inspect the newly cleared up garden. After I assured him he’d done a good job he reminded me about the shower. I pretended he’d jogged my memory in order to justify why there wasn’t a fresh towel in the bathroom and invited him into the house. After showing him where to go and hearing the water running, I waited for my opportunity.

At about the time I thought it would take him to complete his shower I went upstairs clutching a fresh towel only to find the bathroom door not closed  but ajar. I knocked apologising that I’d forgotten a towel for him. He said I should bring it in as he turned off the water. This was more than I could have hoped for as I slowly pushed open the door.

The shower cubicle was misty with steam but I could make out my naked gardener in a soft focus sort of way but when he slid back the shower doors he revealed a beautiful erect cock standing proudly out in front of him.

Mesmerised, I just stood there gawping at this magnificent specimen with a cock standing out almost waving at me. I looked at it  and then at him, and then back at his cock again, transfixed. The spell was only broken when he asked me what I was waiting for. 

Without me even thinking or considering it, I was down on my knees with my face in front of his cock.  I Held it in my hand for a few seconds, gently rubbing it before giving it a tongue lashing and taking as much as I could in my mouth. Memories of nearly forty years ago swept into my mind as I licked and sucked on this gorgeous cock with abandon. 

There was no stopping me as I went at it like there was no tomorrow.  I wasn’t going to stop until I had every last drop from my well endowed gardener,  so I sucked and licked and mouth fucked him for all I was worth until the noises coming from him indicated that it wouldn’t be long before I got what I wanted.

When it came it was loud and shuddering and I had to cling on to him in order to make sure I had every drop but I was determined not to let go. Even more memories from a dim and distant past flooded past me as I eagerly swallowed his seed. It was like riding a bike as I knew instinctively what I was doing as I licked his cock clean until it started to deflate. 

At this point he shocked me by telling me that I was even better than Wilf across the road. It turned out Wilf had sucked him dry yesterday,  well clearly not dry as he had given you a good load just now.  He then went on to say that if I did to him what Wilf did to him yesterday then perhaps Wilf and I should get better acquainted and that he was expecting a knock on the door.

After my gardener had left I saw Wilf looking out of the window and I waved to him. He waved back and made a beckoning signal to come over. He’d obviously guessed what I’d been doing to our gardener, so I went over. After a tentative few exploratory questions we both admitted what we had done to our mutual acquaintance and would we both like to get to know each other better? I was still very horny at that point and eagerly agreed. Once I’d said it, he had his hand on my trouser belt and quickly exposed my rapidly hardening cock and proceeded to lick and suck it saying he was addicted to it. Needless to say, after everything that had happened I wasn’t going to last long and indeed I didn’t.

Wilf was no amateur as he expertly did to me what I had done to our gardener. The relief I felt as he sucked everything I had to give, was enormous.

I went back to my house full of nostalgia about the summer I’d spent with my friend all those years ago. My desire for cock had been reignited again and my new friend Wilf and I were going to fully explore it in our retirement.