I'd been watching my neighbour Tom in his back garden for a couple of weeks. My bedroom window overlooked his back garden so every morning I'd watch him come out onto his patio for his morning cigarette and (I assumed) coffee. He'd be wearing nothing but a T-shirt and tight trunk-style underwear. The shirt and pants clung to every part of his body. He was a well built man and looked to have a nice sized cock outlined in his pants.
This was a definite bonus of having to move back to my parents house after I lost my job and then my flat.
It was a bit of a backward step for me but something I couldn't avoid as I'd only had the job and flat for about a year so hadn't built up any savings to be able to stay independent and away from home.
It was a bit restricting too because my folks lived out of the city and I was used to being able to go out any time I wanted to get cock. There were a number of gay bars, cruising grounds, and public toilets close to where I was renting - that was one of the reasons I took the flat. I could always get cock when I was horny, which was most of the time.
I'm Joey - I'm 22, 6'1" tall, dark brown hair, close cropped beard, good body from running, playing squash and doing a lot of swimming. My chest had a light coating of hair and I had a little treasure trail of hair leading down to my uncut 7" cock. My ass was firm, rounded - the type you would call a bubble-butt - and always hungry for a cock shoved deep inside. I'd had to resort to fucking myself with a dildo since moving back home. It wasn't the same as feeling a hard piece of cock meat up my cunt spurting a hot load of cum, but it was better than nothing.
I'd always had a bit of a crush on Tom. He was about my height, in his early 50's at a guess with close cropped dark hair and always had that designer stubble on his chin that never seemed to get any thicker. He had a well built body, with muscular arms and legs. I knew he worked out a lot at the local gym as I'd seen him going in there a few times. I'd always been tempted to join so I could "accidentally" bump into him in the change room, but never worked up the courage. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a shy guy, but I figured, if he were gay, Tom was way out of my league.
Tom lived with his son Andy since Tom's wife died a few years ago from cancer. They had been devastated by her death. According to my mum, she'd gone for a check up after finding a lump in her breast, got diagnosed with breast cancer and had died within 6 months. Andy was a couple years older than me, not quite as tall, with dark blonde collar length blond hair. He looked like the typical surfer dude who wouldn't look out of place on an Australian beach. He had a well defined hairless body. He had moved back home to be with his dad after his mother's funeral and then stayed. He was a teacher and got transferred to the local high school so he could be there for Tom.
Some mornings when Tom was out having his morning cigarette, he'd fondle his cock and balls through his tight fitting trunks. By the time he'd finished smoking, his cock was hard and straining against the fabric of his pants. From my window I could tell he was hung. It looked big and very thick. Occasionally Andy would be outside with Tom, but that didn't stop Tom still playing with his cock. The two obviously had a very relaxed attitude to cock play. I didn't know just how far that went until yesterday.
My folks had gone away for the weekend as it was the anniversary of when they had met and the weather had been forecast as being sunny and very warm. They decided to head to a luxury country hotel with pool and spa. As warm weather was forecast I was hoping Tom and maybe Andy, would get out into the garden and catch some rays. I wasn't to be disappointed.