Chapter 12 - When Gary met Harry
Another gloriously hot day. It was being an excellent summer. Gary Roldern sat back in his chair and admired his garden. Plentiful watering had certainly brought out the best in the flowers and the vegetables. All were looking fine and strong. He had been at work all morning and had just come back out after a quick shower and, having poured himself a large glass of lemonade from the 'fridge, was taking a well earned rest.
Watering the garden required a hosepipe. His own supply of 'water' was nowhere near enough of course, though one advantage of being a naked gardener was there was no need to fumble around and extract his own hosepipe - he could just go! It was too hot to water the garden with the hosepipe just then. He would do that in the cool of the evening.
Gary stared out from underneath his old straw hat - he did not garden completely naked, gardening shoes or boots and a hat were his gardening outfit. He smiled to himself. Perhaps a shame not to have a regular companion, even a wife, to share his pleasure in naked gardening. As he often did he wondered how many naked gardeners there were out there and how many perhaps gardened nearby? It would be pleasant to garden with a woman, watch her move, see her bend to weed, revealing things about herself often hidden; nice to see the wobble of her breasts as she walked across the garden; nice to see her nakedness - and that thought about naked women rather indicated that Gary did not solely take a simple pleasure in being unclothed; rather revealed he was not simply a naturist but saw a considerable sexuality in being naked outdoors.
He would most definitely like to go and help out with the gardening at some historic house, or the like, where the trustees were keen to see the garden looking its best, particularly if naked gardening was the norm but he would prefer if it was laced with the sexual. Gary would be happy to work hard but would also like to rest on his spade and watch, with no objection taken to him erecting, as he observed other gardeners at work or indeed engaged in sex. Nice to be able to freely wank or more; perhaps going home each time leaving a deposit of semen - or deposits - in or upon a different woman each time. Pleasant to be able to watch other male gardeners working 'hard!'
Nice to perhaps stand with another male gardener watching some enthusiastic sexual activity and enjoying discussing what they were seeing, not only unconcerned they were both sporting erections but being happy to wank together. Nicer still if a passing young female gardener then offered the use of her mouth or vagina as a place to put or plant their seed. Naturally best if the girl's 'ground' was temporarily infertile - unlike Zoe's 'ground.'
As was usual for Gary his thoughts lead to an erection. It was tempting to go into his garden shed and have a pleasant and long wank - enjoying the hot sweatiness the shed brought out in full summer but he contented himself with gently moving his foreskin whilst he sat there thinking of the gardening party and the naked women. So nice to think of them bending and revealing their long, soft slits, some perhaps hairy others perhaps shaved, some with little pink bits poking between thick labia. It would not just be women: there would be naked men like himself. Nice to watch them erecting and then being fondled or even sucked by the women. Gary imagined a couple of young women, perhaps new to the club giggling at what they were seeing, perhaps egging each other on to be the first to suck a penis. Perhaps as he watched, leaning on a spade, another woman might come up behind him and reach and hold and whisper something about the thickest asparagus stems and...
"Ooops, nearly!" He said out loud to himself.
Well, she had been a very tall and statuesque woman - the girl he had been imagining!
Nice to wank naked in the sunshine, in fact very nice but it did not get things done. Nice to wank to a conclusion - or the conclusion - but that lost the 'ability' for a time and Gary liked to keep himself ready for Zoe's call when he could. If his young friend, Zara, had already emptied him, well then that would be unfortunate and that could not be helped (well, not really) whereas he could choose not to ejaculate on his own.
Gary stood and walked down his garden. It always felt remarkably manly walking erect like that. Nice to imagine doing that in his imagined historic house garden. So nice to be free to do that. It did though require 'good thoughts' and the tall woman was a very good thought - he slipped back into his imagination.
"Hallo Gary, have you met Alan Crampton?"
He imagined the woman, well over six feet tall in his imagination, shaved like a little girl and with big brown, rather puffy nipples sticking out from her chest, almost at Gary's eye level - yes she was very tall - introducing him to another man, Gary turning back towards her and finding another man with her and this other man in her other hand. Were two spears a bunch of asparagus? Not really.
The imagined man just as erect as Gary - well, just as firm - Gary would be just so conscious his erection did not match up. In his mind he gave Alan Crampton a marvellous eight incher.
"No, I haven't, hallo Alan!" It not seeming at all strange to be shaking the man's hand despite both of them being very much 'on display.'
Unsurprisingly, Gary was still very much erect even when he reached his garden shed. Thoughts of the tall woman and both the imagined Alan Crampton and he taking it in turns with their dibbers to plant seeds was not going to lessen that! Gary looked at Zoe's fence. It would be an ideal time to be called around to plant his very fertile seed in her well grown garden! He was very ready for that - clearly ready. She still was not pregnant. His semen did not seem to be as efficacious as the first time. Gary hardly thought he was doing anything wrong. After all, he stuck it in and squirted - copiously - which had done the trick the first time all right! Was Zoe taking advantage of his services at the right time? It would make it so much easier if she did not insist he only 'helped her' straight after her husband had been doing his best but more frequently; it would be easier too if Tom was not kept in the dark, He was sure they could have a lot of fun as a threesome like the tall woman and Alan Crampton! But Tom would not like that at all, he was sure.
From the shed he pulled out his border fork and spade, a pair of loppers and a hand trowel. He had promised Melanie to do some work in her garden whilst she was away visiting her sister in Cumbria (or was it Cleveland - he could not remember). Harry was away the other side of the World on business.
Gary looked at the gate at the bottom of his garden. He was not too worried crossing the loke naked - after all he never saw anyone there - well he had seen Melanie once but she did not count - not after what they had done together. Being naked was one thing but it was perhaps another thing to be in the loke whilst still erect even if the likelihood of anybody being there was remote. One thing to be caught naked: quite another tumescent. Should he go back to the house for a pair of shorts? But they were all the way upstairs and that would be a bother.
An advantage, and perhaps there were not many, of having a short stumpy cock which really did not get any longer when erect was that the erection was only obvious when it was sticking up in the air. Below the horizontal it was hardly noticeable - well, noticeable certainly but not apparently erect. It was noticeably thicker than most men's but passable below the horizontal as just a big cock! Gary knew he looked normal flaccid - indeed rather big when flaccid - it was just erect he revealed his inadequacy.
The thoughts of his less than impressive erection (compared to the glory of the imagined Alan Crampton) settled Gary somewhat and he felt safe enough to peek out and then walk out into the loke and across to Melanie's gate with his penis merely feeling a little 'meaty' and a little turgid rather as if he had just been masturbating. And of course there was a reason for that! Gary had been doing just that act. It was one of the things Gary did. Perhaps he might also, later, have a sly little wank in Melanie's garden thinking about her, perhaps about when she had been there naked with her great grandfather's hoe. Gary had certainly admired its use and the way her voluptuous, and that was the word for it, body had moved in response. As he quietly closed the gate into Melanie and Harry's garden he felt himself stirring again. He frowned - gardening first, wanking in the sunshine later!
It was such a shock turning from the path onto the lawn to find someone there in the garden. The person was as naked as Melanie had been that time, was as obviously engaged in masturbation as Melanie had been, but it was not Melanie - it was her husband Harry.
Leaning back in a garden chair, his legs a little open there was no doubt at all what Harry was doing. Not only was his penis erect but he was moving it with his hand - quite fast. It was obvious he had not seen Gary, was absorbed in his own thoughts and his movement continued for a few seconds more before he realised he was being observed.
Frozen at first at the shock of seeing someone, Gary began edging backwards but it was too late. He had been noticed.
It was almost comical how the hand was snatched away and Harry leapt to his feet. His expression one of shock and horror, his breath coming in short gasps. Had Gary surprised him just at the moment of ejaculation. Certainly his erect penis was twitching. Gary's eyes dropped to it, wondering if it was it about to spurt - a rather unusual greeting!
Perhaps Harry was able to hold himself back, perhaps it was just the shock and sudden rising to his feet that had caused the twitching but nothing came out.
Gary thought he should say something first. Poor Harry seemed tongue tied with his mouth just hanging open. "Melanie... she said you were away and I was to do some gardening. I mean... sorry."
"Ur, oh, I... Gary... I'm so embarrassed, I..." He looked down at himself. There was no getting away from it. That was an erection standing there pointing a little off to the left. "I don't know what to say..." He had undoubtedly been wanking, indeed must know Gary had seen him doing that thing.
People do go red in the face with embarrassment. Harry certainly had. He went on, "You've no clothes on... Melanie said you..."
Gary felt for Harry's embarrassment, "Harry, please, Melanie said to come around and garden and I usually garden naked back at my house. My thing - what I do. My garden's private and so is yours so I didn't bother to dress to come gardening and nobody was meant to be here. And, hey, what have you to apologise for? You've been sunbathing and why put something on in your own garden and with the heat it's hardly surprising that... come off it, with Melanie away and the warm sunshine it doesn't just make the plants grow I find!"
