Once again we return to hear about Gary Roldern, the retired, divorced and rather under endowed ex policeman who happens to like gardening. Indeed not only does he like to garden but has a garden and in that garden is a shed.
A shed, as recounted in the eponymous 'The Garden Shed,' where he was wont to daydream about women and the naughty things one could, companionably, do with them. Daydreams accompanied by a little personal handwork. In the sequel, 'Inside the Garden Shed,' Gary moves, with the enthusiastic assistance of some of his neighbours, from mere day dreaming to the real thing - though he does not completely neglect his hand! This new story continues his somewhat improbable but nonetheless very enjoyable adventures in and around his garden and, certainly, in and around the 'perfumed gardens' of his growing band of friends:
Chapter 1 - Hi, ho, hi, 'hoe' and off to work we go
Probably there are a lot of naked gardeners out there in the great outdoors; probably more than you think - after all you may well be one of them! Perhaps clandestine, perhaps gardening with friends, perhaps sharing a mutual interest in propagation and healthy recreation. All across Suburbia there may be men and women who prefer to garden - when it is warm and sunny anyway - without the encumbrance of clothes. Do mind those stinging nettles and make sure you are not overlooked - or that your neighbours are of a similar mind!
Gary Roldern was a naked gardener and, given his garden was not at all overlooked he liked to garden naked. He was too good a gardener to let weeds like stinging nettles grow and he maintained the garden very well even if he did not have other naked gardeners to share it with. Not perhaps naked gardeners but the odd naked woman. At least one of his neighbours seemed to be of a similar mind about nudity and the great outdoors. Zoe, the young mother to one side of Gary's house quite liked to be naked in her garden and sometimes even came around to see Gary just like that.
Of course being naked can be completely innocent, just a pleasant oneness with nature, but Gary had always been of two minds about that idea. He liked being naked and he also liked sex. Luckily so did Zoe, though she did not often let it go 'all the way.' She preferred friendly masturbation; each sitting watching the other as their fingers played. It had not always been like that and Gary had a few times got to go 'all the way' when Zoe wanted to get pregnant. Her otherwise virile and much loved husband did not have very fertile sperm. Perhaps it was the way Gary kept his testes cool but Gary's semen seemed quite the opposite in effect...
If you were to look, as Zoe remarked, at a pool of Tom's semen in one hand and a pool of Gary's in the other, both freshly gathered, you would not notice the difference - except, perhaps, that Gary's would be a much larger pool! Gary did have a bit of tendency to cum in quantity even if his delivering member was abnormally small. Small in length but not in girth. It was a stubby but chubby thing, if that is an acceptable description. In the intimate basics the girl would certainly know it was in - even if it did not travel very far!
Many men have sheds, and use them for all sorts of things: not just gardening. Perhaps for a model train set, perhaps for woodworking or boat building and, if you are fortunate enough to have two sheds you might, just possibly, you never know, compose a symphony in one of the sheds...
Gary used his shed for thinking and gardening. Sometimes the thinking could take a particularly erotic turn and there had been many happy times when he had sat in his old chair in his shed and just masturbated to his thoughts - a pleasant interlude, a rest even, from his gardening. And, more than that, he had actually fucked Zoe in that shed and also their young friend Zara, the university student, as well. The shed had seen more than a little naughtiness. It could have told tales.
The naked gardener sat in his shed on a hot summer's day taking a rest from his gardening labour, the sweat beginning to rise in the heat of the shed as he thought back over the previous year. What fun he had experienced first with Zoe and then with naughty Zara. It was still a wonder to him how he, a late fifties retired policeman, could be enjoying the bodies of not just a thirty year or so old mother but a not yet twenty teenager. It was difficult to see what they really saw in him - not that he was complaining whilst it lasted. Both seemed to have got an original thrill by spying on him not just naked but with an erection as well. Erections happened. Were they visually stimulating to women? Gary's ex wife had always been disparaging. Not just of Gary's abnormally short member but of men's tackle in general; of how ridiculous they looked 'flopping around like that' or sticking up in the air 'like a coat peg,' and not a very big one: yet she had gone off with a well endowed man which, looking back, had been the one good thing of their later marriage - the going off, not the endowment!
Zara as a young girl had peeked from the shed, from the very place he was now, and had watched Gary working away naked. Certainly the window afforded a good view of the garden. It had become a game for her and more recently it had developed into an adult game. The sort of adult game Gary had enjoyed thinking about and now participating in.
Gary wondered if there was another shed nearby where he could sit and enjoy watching naked gardeners at work. Always good to watch others at work, of course, but he also had a high appreciation of the female form and would, most certainly, enjoy watching a well formed woman. Perhaps the waggle of fine child bearing hips when the woman walked down the garden, the sway of her bottom or the way her boobs bounced free as she gardened or hung pendulous as she leant forward weeding. Perhaps she would run for the 'phone, ringing away in the house, or just hurry up the garden for something and there would be the marvellous sight of unrestrained breasts bounding - nipples pointing up, down, all over the place. A joy to menfolk everywhere!
Perhaps there might be two women - lots of breasts to admire (well four actually) - or a man with the woman. Nice too to see a fine figure of a man, especially if the warmth of the garden led to a natural reaction. Gary liked to feel his own cock rise in the warmth of the garden, liked to think thoughts and stay erect as he worked for a while and did not mind seeing another man feeling similarly happy with the garden - he was not ungenerous by nature - especially if perhaps the woman took hold and it all lead to coitus in the open. Gary was as happy to watch copulation as the next man; happy to see another man have an erection because it might very well lead to such activity; nice to see it being used in conjunction with a woman; happy to sit in a shed and wank away as he watched, happy to come as they did - a vicarious joining in of their orgasm before secretly slipping away leaving the couple with no idea their fun had been observed.
Gary smiled at his thoughts and looked down and there indeed was his own penis standing up and looking back up at him, the foreskin all peeled back and his knob looking shiny and big. As all men do, Gary wondered what it would be like to suck his own cock but, alas, it is something few can do because we are just not flexible enough. A disappointment for teenage boys. The knob remains elusively inches too far away - and, of course, for Gary that was an extra three inches away compared to the average man.. Absolutely no chance for Gary! No, he had to rely on someone else sucking it - and he was more than happy for the girls to do that. He was sure they did it better than he would!
Did Melanie Evans and her husband Harry garden naked? They lived across the way, across the little private green loke that ran between the backs of some of the houses in his street and those backing on to them in the next street. Gary had no idea whether Melanie and Harry did garden naked but he would certainly be more than happy to see the forty something woman in the buff with trowel or dibber in hand.
A dibber is a pointed or rounded stick for planting seeds, bulbs or young plants, particularly leeks, which need to be deep planted after having been started off in the seed bed. Often made from a broken off spade handle and then rounded at the end, they can be quite phallic at the business end. So to Gary the idea of Melanie Evans with this, dildo like, implement in her hand was quite amusing. Indeed, quite erotic.
The naked gardener would be very happy to watch Melanie and Harry naked in their garden and especially so if they became frolicsome. He wondered if they had a shed and whether like his own it surveyed their garden. Gary chuckled quietly at the idea of him getting up as he was and going to find out. Stepping first out of his shed and then into the loke with his erection before him before opening the gate leading into their garden and sneaking in to explore. The thrill of being out and about not just exposed but tumescent. So hoping to find no one there but there being such a risk that Melanie or Harry would be down the garden and see him. The awful embarrassment.
Gary imagined turning a corner and seeing Melanie there. Perhaps with that dibber in hand. A raised eyebrow, "Why hallo, Gary, I did not expect to see you. Yes, fairies at the bottom of the garden, gnomes maybe but naked, um," her eyes meaningfully dropping, "erect men - no. " Perhaps she would ask if he needed help with his problem. He could imagine himself standing as a fully clothed Melanie took him in hand. Gary was happy to imagine that. It was very much in line with his masturbatory fantasies of old and, naturally he began stroking his already hard penis. He imagined her bringing him off so his semen dropped pitter-patter on the warm, perhaps freshly dug, ground. "Is that better now?" A little more strange if Harry was standing there leaning on his spade and watching with an amused and understanding smile.
