The Garden Shed Opens its Door
Chapter 16
"I was thinking, Gary, about your cock."
It was another day, a week later, and Gary was around at Mark and Heather's to do some gardening. Gardening was what Gary did -- well, amongst other things. He was sitting with Heather drinking coffee mid-morning, taking a break from his labours. He looked at her over the top of his mug. She was as delightful as always. Her long fair hair cascaded down from her shoulders and her white dress - the white dress he had first seen her in when he had fed the fish - was so filled by her ample breasts. He could see into her cleavage.
"Err, yes..." What had she been thinking? A man likes a woman to think about his cock.
"I was thinking how to make it longer..."
Well, that was not going to work - hanging weights from it or stretching it in some way was not going to do the trick.
"... and I've bought you a present. Don't take it wrongly. I like your cock very much and I'll show you in a few minutes just how much I do but..."
She got up and came back with a box. Not a big box but a long thinnish box.
"Go on open it."
Gary undid the brown cardboard and slid out an inner box: "Cock sleeve - extra-large." He gave a bemused glance at Heather. On the box a picture of the item and a smaller one of the item being worn by a man. The picture showed a bright blue moulded plastic phallus, seemingly hollow and with a wide ring at the opposite end from the realistically moulded knob. It was indeed what the legend said - a sleeve to go over a penis and no doubt make it longer.
"You're not offended?" Heather looked distinctly worried. "It's sort of a joke really."
Gary suspected it was quite an expensive joke. "No, Heather, at 58 I've got a bit used to having a short, stumpy prick and from your general reaction the last few weeks to it I'm not exactly losing out and..."
"And it's so lovely and thick, Gary, and shoots so much. I'm not sure it'll fit inside."
It was obvious what Gary was going to have to do. Open the box and try it on! See if his thick but short cock would go into the blue plastic.
The actual sleeve was not quite as shown on the box. It was not blue but clear and transparent and, as expected, very much longer than his own penis. Gary turned it over in his hand looking at the object. There was an instruction leaflet. He looked at that. The ring was to secure the whole thing so it did not simply fall off. The man's balls went through the ring to ensure the sleeve would not slip during use.
"Come on let's try it on. Stand up." Heather was perhaps more enthusiastic than Gary. It was clear she wanted to put it on him and he let her. Nice, of course, to hand your penis over to a woman to do things. She seemed to have lubrication all ready.
Gary simply stood and let Heather do what she so clearly wanted to. So pleasant to have her apply the slippery lubrication; so nice to have her make him erect into her hand and have her stretch the opening of the sleeve and apply it over his erected cock - it was a tight fit but it went in, much helped by the lubrication; somewhat uncomfortable to have his balls slipped one by one through the securing ring, though nice to have them held by Heather; and then rather exciting to see her hold the transparent prosthetic and stroke even if he could not feel it.
"Gary, yes! How's that for a big one, come and see yourself in the mirror."
He was led inside to the long mirror in the hallway. There he was, Gary Roldern, retired policeman with what was something like an eight-inch cock rising up before him. If only it was real but rather, whilst his own pink stubby item was visible as clear as anything in the lower part of the transparent phallus, it was just as clear most of the thing was artificial. Gary could have taken the whole thing quite the wrong way. Heather had said it was a sort of joke really and it was. But Gary was not at all offended. He had got over his penis inferiority thoughts rather a long time ago. Gary did not take it the wrong way. And really how could he? His prick was stumpy, and it was rather good to see himself with such a manly organ.
Heather had put it on him and was now standing right beside him visible in the mirror. There he was naked with an enhanced erection, and she was standing next to him in her white dress. She looked lovely in the mirror, there with him. He, for his part, was looking so much more impressive than usual. It was obvious the penis was not entirely his own, but the clear transparency did pick up the flesh colour from his own encased erection and half gave the impression he was a 'big' man.
"Shall we try it out, Gary?" In the mirror he watched her turn, hop up on the long side table over at the wall next to the stairs, pull her dress up and expose her fair curls and pudenda. In the mirror he could see her sexual opening. The invitation was clear - it was to try out the cock extension by fucking her.
"But Mark's not here."
"So? If he was, you could take it in turns. Once, at one of our parties, I had five men lined up one after another, cocks all ready and taking me serially one after another, in and a few strokes, out and round to the back of the queue. The other wives laughing and laughing. And it went on for such a lovely long time."
Gary had not been invited to Mark and Heather's parties. He did not have a partner to bring along to 'swop!'
"I thought..." He had thought that he was only meant to have sexual intercourse with Heather whilst Mark was present. He had experienced intercourse three times with Heather and each time Mark had been present. It had all been at that 'sleep over' of the week before. The first time Mark had been very present indeed - they had been all in the same bed and they taken her together at the same time, Gary in her vagina and Mark in her bottom. In the morning they had fucked again on the same bed and there had been plentiful swopping around -- sequentially rather than together. Mark's erection and then Gary's and then Mark's again inside Heather. The third occasion - or really the second - had been in the middle of the night and Mark had sort of been present. He had been in the same house anyway but asleep in bed.
Gary had risen for a call of nature and found Heather already seated in the bathroom on the lavatory. Indeed, in the dark he had almost bumped into her and very nearly relieved himself on her. It had been a cause of laughter. She had reached up and found him erect with the need to 'go' and that had led, rather unexpectedly, to Gary taking Heather from behind as she leant over the banisters. An energetic, middle of the night fuck in total darkness, Gary pushing away at her bottom as his hands groped her breasts, the bannisters creaking with his thrusts.
Semen passed from Gary to Heather and then she went back to bed, Mark and sleep.
That had been the week before. Now Gary was being given a further opportunity, though it looked unlikely semen would pass. Not with his penis inside the transparent tube,
"Don't worry, Gary. I'll tell Mark all about it and how fine your cock extension looks when he comes home. I'm sure he'll want to see it. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"
Gary stood looking at the fair curls and then moved forward. He was not used to making contact so far from the woman. Fascinating to watch the clear, supple plastic entering Heather, sliding in until, eventually, his encased penis was inside her as well - not that he could feel her. All the excitement of sexual intercourse without any penile contact -- none of that wet, warm, slippery feeling. What he did feel, as he began to make the motion of intercourse was, as the instruction leaflet said:
'The "Extensio' cock sheath' not only gives the woman enhanced pleasure from the greater length and girth, but the man a whole new experience in penile pleasure. The close fit together with the thrusting of sexual intercourse creates a suction effect around the penis, providing an erotic and slightly tugging sensation to the erect penis. The carefully designed soft nodules on the inner surface keep an intense stimulation during thrusting which not only mitigates any disassociation felt from separation of penis and vagina that might be expected, but gives a continuous, different and intensely enjoyable caressing to the entire penile surface. The bumpy nodules make the eventual orgasm and ejaculation stronger and much more intense. The 'Extensio' is light and does not weigh the penis down. On the contrary, the adorned shaft will stand much more impressively than the naked penis alone.'
The feeling was indeed very pleasant, albeit different. There was all the visual and mental stimulation of sexual intercourse - the close and intimate proximity of a desirable woman - even the feeling of fucking. Little different from wearing a condom except, rather than the feel of a sliding vagina (but not the wet lubrication), there was the stimulation of the nodules to his penis and an interesting slight sucking feeling on his knob as if a mouth was being gently applied. He could get to really like that. Very nice, and what was also nice was the ability to thrust deep into Heather.
Gary liked variety in the places where he engaged in sex. Bed was good; frankly his garden shed was very good indeed - perhaps Heather might one day like to hop up on his bench there and be fucked - but it was very pleasant taking her in her hallway whilst she sat on the table.
"Mmmmm, that's nice Gary."
He was steadily pushing at her, but they were not embracing, indeed the only contact was with genitalia and a bit of thigh touching when he pushed extra hard - well not even genitalia touching really, as they were separated by the clear plastic. In a way, they were both enjoying the sex toy not the real thing.
"Would you like to undo my dress, Gary?"
There is something quite wonderful about being invited to undo buttons and lift out breasts. Reaching and lifting out soft, wobbly, warm handfuls of flesh. Things so different from anything Gary had. And, of course, it is that difference between men and women that make sexual attraction so strong. Gary always found it a little puzzling that men could like men and women could like women (though perhaps easier understanding women liking women. They had breasts after all!).
Gary lifted, Gary manipulated, Gary tugged - all whilst keeping up a steady motion with his enhanced cock - and he did what Heather intended. He made Heather come. The cock sheath was clearly very effective. It made his cock even thicker in girth and most definitely a lot longer.
"Stop, Gary, stop! Oh, oh, oh too sensitive."
He had watched her face, watched her shaking in the throes of orgasm whilst keeping up a steady, fast thrusting, one hand down so his fingers were on her clitoris, the other up and fondling a breast.
"Did you come, Gary - I wouldn't know with your cock sheath staying - of course - so firm."
"Not actually, Heather."
"Wasn't it nice. Don't you get much sensation?"
