"Where's Dave?" I asked Jim who was fervently digging his allotment patch like their was no tomorrow.
"In his shed I 'spect" came the simple answer.
"Thanks," I said making for Dave's allotment shed.
"I should leave it for a while," Jim advised. "I think he has a guest and he wont welcome your interruption right now."
"A guest, how do you mean, a guest?"
"Robin, if you don't know by now, although it is meant to be a secret, Dave is knocking him off like he can't get enough of it."
"Fuckin' hell, I didn't know. You mean the young guy that has been here doing community service for vandalism?"
"Yeah! The one who celebrated his eighteenth last week, he is a bit simple but we all enjoyed a bit of his birthday cake when he brought it along last week didn't we?"
"So now Dave is enjoying something else."
"Yep! He's already been in there for a good hour so young Rob will be well shagged by now. And the funny thing it, Pete - and I will have to tell you this, Dave reckons he was taking him into the shed to show him how to prick out seedlings."
I did not feel like sharing Jim's humour at that point, I was more than annoyed. I was livid. Jim must have seen it in my expression.
"You do look a cross patch, better go and plant your onions and settle your mind, have you got a dibber, if not I bet Dave has."
There he was laughing his head off again. Me thinking just what was happening behind that closed shed door. But when Jim - after he'd stopped laughing - asked why I was so concerned and angry I had to say that I was expecting help from the youngster today.
But I knew in my heart of hearts that was not the only reason, I'd had a thing for Robin ever since he came to help three weeks back but never bucked up courage to discover if he would care to share something so intimate as that which was running through my mind was concerned.
But Fuckin' Dave h ad beaten me to the post so likely as not there was no hope for me to get inside this alluring lad's jeans.
I settled for putting my onions in as Jim suggested, to keep my mind off. But that was easier said than done, all the time images going through my mind of what was happening at that moment.
My patch was next to Dave's so I was close to the shed too. My curious lit started to get the better of me so without Jim seeing, I closed nearer to the shed all ears, art first I could hear mumblings but then - pretending to pull out weeds along the back edge of the shed, I heard more...
I held my breath to gather the faint sounds, I heard Dave's heavy breathing and a slapping noise - then Robins cry to say it was hurting, but the slapping went on, more rapid now and I concluded it came every time Dave made a deep thrust.
"Just hold on lad, I'm nearly there, can't stop now!" That was definitely Dave's voice and then I heard a rumble and a yell from the lad as the whole shed seemed to shake.
Then the sounds of exhaustion from both and I could not help feeling concerned for Robin, that it was probably his first time and from the sound of it he had suffered.
Me thinking then that Robin would be put off from further possible escapades anyway so I would not have a hope in hell to have him, and then how would I feel anyway after Dave had shagged him.
And yet this thought, this very thought which repulsed me then, served later to make me want Robin's fuck all the more.
I saw the two guys emerge just afterwards from Dave's shed. He doing up his fly zip and Robin looking highly flushed and walking gingerly.
He said to him to leave working today and relax at home at which point - as soon as Robin had gone, I had to approach Dave like never before.
"You fucking pervert, and in your shed too."
Dave looked at me defiantly perhaps surprised I knew.
"Look, this is just between us three who work this allotment right, If my Mrs finds out there will be hell top pay."
"But it's still not right, Robin being simple too, seems to me you took advantage of that."
"Look, Robin wanted it. I didn't force it, There was lots of foreplay first so it was alright. The way you are going on I have a feeling you would like some of the action?"
I was not even going to answer that, went off in a huff I guess to my patch. But Dave still taunted me, I reckon he thought I might blow the issue to his Mrs and wanted to get me involved to cover himself.
But as I planted my onions I could not help thinking of how it must have been for Dave, and how I would love the opportunity. Robin was a fine young lad and had an ass to die for, and I wanted some of it, badly. By the end of the morning I'd worked myself into a frenzy and after wanking myself silly in my shed I succumbed, approached Dave and said I was on.
"So you do want some of the action, I knew it - well Robin will be back tomorrow, I will have a word with him to see if I can make an opening for you. But I can't promise, who knows he may not what to flash it around if you see what I mean."
"You're a pal, Dave" and all the time I could see Jim watching bug eyed, me thinking I bet he wants some too. But I had made the move, albeit through Dave and could not stop thinking about it all night, I had a mother of hard on's and wanked myself silly but in the morning, thinking I must stop and reserve some energy for that possibly later when with luck I could be doing with Robin in my allotment shed what Dave was doing the day before
When in the morning came I was up like a lark raring to go, It was Sunday so all was quiet, I was unlike Dave a free agent. I had always considered myself bi-sexually inclined and had been with two other guys, but never one so young as sweet eighteen so the idea was really taking up my mind in no other way I had known before. And still I didn't know if Robin would turn up at the allotment anyway, who knows Dave may have taken him too hard and he may be reluctant and anyway, apart from that there was still the factor that he may not want sex with me anyway.
Later the day before |Dave had mentioned about how his wife would be so upset if she discovered his deviations ..."But you know how it is, pr maybe you don't because you are not hitched - when a marriage has gone as long as ours. Nigh on thirty years, well the sex part tires so all I want is a little casual excitement, and Boy! Robin is all of that."
"He's a nice fuck then Dave?" I ventured boldly.
"He is that, Pete - and as is no longer a virgin you will find it easier than I did. And I've cleared the passage for you. You've got it made, mate"
"But you had the initial fun of fucking a virgin " I said "and anyway that's assuming he will want me?"
"Yep there is that, but he is a willing lad, make him an offer if you will and I am sure he will be yours on a plate."
How relieved I was when Robin turned up, he had a radiating smile and Dave introduced me as a friend and in a matter of moments, almost to my embarrassment, he could have had no delusions that I wanted what he had given Dave the day before.
We talked a lot, he wanted t be sure would use a condom so he wasn't that simple but I knew then I was on a promise and soon I was leading him to my allotment shed, we were soon inside and I locked the bolt behind. There was something magic as Robin sided to me. I felt already my erection was aching to burst out of my jeans...
"It is nice and big, Pete."
"Bigger than Dave's?"
"A lot" he said his face flushing,
I like it to be roomy and plenty of space to work."
But when Robin enveloped into laughter which really broke the ice I suddenly realised he wasn't referring to the size of my shed! Of course he was looking down at my jeans and noticed the swell.
That was a turn up for the book, and who was really the simple one!
So we got chatting, me asking how he got community service, he didn't seem that arrogant that he could have smashed up someone's car.
