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By *p1605 OP Man
4 days ago
Salisbury |
'Do I really have to, Mum?' I groaned.
'Yes - please do it as a favour for me. Mr Atkins has been struggling since Molly died & the garden has just got too much for him. It wouldn't take too much work tidying it up. He'll pay you, of course'
It was the summer between sixth form & university. I was 18 and having the time of my life. I had been working on a building site for weeks now - had lost my puppy fat, was fit and tanned, & just wanted to spend all my spare time with my mates & Holly, the girl I was hoping to get into bed properly some time soon. She looked at me very differently nowadays. Now Mum wanted me to help out this old guy across town on my precious day off. But he was going to pay me…
‘OK’ I sighed, in resignation
‘Good lad, Joe’
If I got started on this straight away perhaps the afternoon could be saved, so I hopped on my bike and rode the mile or so to Mr Atkins’ house. His wife Molly had been a friend of my Mum's & the couple had always been very kind to me when I was a kid. I had always thought of them as ancient, but Molly had died shortly after retirement, and Mr Atkins was only a couple of years older than her. I hadn't seen him since Molly's funeral the year before, so was quite apprehensive when I arrived at his bungalow.
There was no doubt the front garden needed sorting out, as what had been immaculate was now infested with s, the grass was waist high, & brambles had grown over the edge of the front wall. I hated to think what the back garden was like.
There was no answer to the doorbell, so I wandered up the side of the bungalow to the gate into the garden. ‘Mr Atkins?’ I called, but there was no answer. Opening the gate answered my worries about the state of the back garden - or rather the thick undergrowth that faced me. I called again but there was still no answer. As I rounded the back of the house I noticed that the patio doors were open, albeit the curtains were closed. ‘Oh god what if the old boy is dead?’ I thought to myself. Then ‘what if he's inside, badly injured, & waiting for rescue?’
I drew a deep breath, walked to the patio doors & pulled aside the curtains. What I saw wasn't what was expected. The TV was on, & what was evidently a porn film was playing (a blonde with big tits was being spit-roasted by two black guys from what I could make out). Mr Atkins was sitting in his armchair, hard cock in hand, & obviously enjoying some me time. He seemed to be dealing with his grief very well.
‘JOE!’ he spluttered - a look of complete horror on his face. I've never reversed so fast in my life - I was back in that garden in a millisecond & heading towards the gate.
‘Oh god Joe - I am so sorry’ Mr Atkins cried from behind me. I turned to see the old boy standing in the patio doorway, hiding his lower half behind the curtain. ‘What must you think of me?!’
The look of dismay & embarrassment on his face was so funny that I began to giggle, laughing harder as he pulled the curtain tighter across his waist.
‘Look Mr Atkins - we all do it. I mean I'm at it all the time at the moment so… well... it's nothing I haven't seen before’ I reassured him, still chuckling.
The red-faced Mr Atkins smiled gratefully & said ‘ yes I bet - you dirty bastard’ & winked. The bloody cheek of it, after what I'd just walked into!
Eventually Mr Atkins, or Harry, as he'd told me to call him, reappeared in the garden, fully dressed, & we discussed what work needed doing. There was a collection of ancient strimmers and mowers in the garage, which I was rather dubious about, but they worked well enough in clearing the overgrowth.
As the morning went on the heat became intense, so I took off my t-shirt & then changed from my jeans into a pair of shorts I'd brought with me. Harry popped out occasionally, bringing me drinks & checking if I needed anything as I worked hard for a few more hours.
‘Joe - do you want to call it a day?’ Harry eventually called across the garden. ‘It's too hot for you to carry on’.
‘Yes thanks Harry - I've made good progress so can perhaps finish the garden at the weekend?’
Damn - why had I said that?
As I cycled home I knew why I'd said it. Whilst working bare chested I'd noticed Harry's eyes
lingering on me more than once. He'd also hung around when I stripped out of my jeans & into my shorts & I noticed him gazing at me when I stood there just in my briefs. At this point in life my body was something I enjoyed showing off - plenty of mates had seen it this summer - & I'd already got blowjobs from one of them, if not Holly. I was 6 feet 2, well-built & muscled, with a light covering of dark brown hair across my chest & an enticing (so I thought) treasure trail running down my stomach. My cock seemed to get hard at any excuse, and I was constantly wanking. My mate Darren joked I was an exhibitionist & he was right - it made me horny showing myself off & most of my fantasies when wanking were of me nude in various public scenarios, surrounded by horny older men. If Harry got an eyeful then so what - hopefully after I'd left he'd wanked himself off thinking about me, instead of putting that porn back on.
The other reason I wanted to go back to Harry's was what I immediately noticed when I caught him wanking to that porn. His cock was enormous. I wanted to see it again & to see what I could do to make it hard.
This was going to be fun.
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