I was nearing the end of the round and glad that the bag was lighter now with only two more papers to deliver. I knew it would still be another half-hour walk home and I was getting desperate for the toilet, so instead of pushing the paper through the letterbox, as usual, I knocked on the door. A dog started barking and I thought about trying to make it back home but then I heard a voice calming the animal and the door opened.

An old man with short grey hair stood there looking at me.

“Yes?” he asked and then saw the newspaper in my hand.

“Um… could I use your toilet please…?” I asked nervously.

He looked at me for a moment and then invited me in pointing to a door just down the hall. I handed him the paper, dropped the bag on the doorstep, and hurried to the door he’d pointed at. When I came out a few minutes later I could hear a radio playing and saw that the door to the kitchen was open so I walked down the hall and stood hesitantly in the doorway intending to thank him; the smell of fresh coffee filled the room.

He looked around and asked, “Feeling better?”

“Yes, er – thank you...” I nodded.

“Would you like to stay for coffee?” he asked in a kind voice.

It was Saturday so I didn’t have to rush back for school and I had no particular plans for the day so I nodded again.

“Er… yes please – if that’s OK?” I replied nervously. He just smiled and put another mug on the tray.

“Let’s sit outside, it’s far too nice to be indoors on a day like this,” he said and then added, “Oh, and bring the paper will you?”

I followed him out into the large garden and we sat at the wooden table on the patio. As he poured the coffee I took in the surroundings. There was an outdoor pool over to one side and below it, the lawn sloped gently down to an area of natural woodland over fifty yards away; there were a few old fruit trees dotted around, shrubs, and tall hedges lined either side making it totally secluded.

“I don’t know your name,” he said as he handed me the cup of coffee.

“Steve,” I replied.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Steve, I’m Jim,” he replied and passed me the sugar bowl.

He picked up the newspaper and unfolded it. As well as the usual weekend supplements there was another magazine with a photo of two naked women standing by a lake on the cover and the letters H&E printed at the top. He saw me staring at it and handed it to me.

“Have a look inside if you like,” he said smiling as he sat drinking his coffee glancing through the headlines. At sixteen I’d seen a few porn mags, Mayfair and the like, and sure they got me hard (it didn’t take much to get my young cock stiff) but these were different. They weren’t models in dubious poses but normal people, couples, some old, some young all naked outdoors often all together. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen in my jeans.

“Do you like that Steve?” he asked. I was staring at a photo of a naked couple who I guessed were in their forties standing under some trees; they had their arms around each other’s shoulders and his hand was resting just above the woman’s neatly trimmed mound.

“My wife and I like to be like this whenever we can, we’re usually naked at home and we choose nice places for holidays where clothes aren’t required. Have you ever been naked outdoors before Steve?”

I looked over at him and nodded slowly, blushing as I thought about the times I’d gone to the woods and stripped off. I loved the feeling of being naked and always got hard very quickly. Although I was only sixteen then I didn’t usually come quickly; it was much more fun to make it last as long as possible.

I’d made up various games giving myself more risky challenges. My favourite one involved going to certain secret spots and taking off all my clothes, leaving them under a tree, and then walking as far away as I dared while I started to masturbate. Over the last month, this had become something of an obsession and I’d walked naked with my hard cock bouncing in front of me a lot further before finding somewhere quiet to lay down in the grass and finally give my cock the attention that it craved. The mixture of fear and extreme arousal was intoxicating.

“My wife is away at the moment visiting her sister; it’s quite OK to take your clothes off here in the garden if you want to – no one will see us.” With that, he stood and undid the belt around his dressing gown letting it fall open. I stared at his cock; it was huge, over seven inches long and still soft. It was much thicker than mine. Shrugging the gown over his shoulders he took it off and draped it over the garden chair before sitting down, now completely naked in front of me.

I tried not to stare at his cock but my eyes kept being drawn back to it; it seemed to be swelling, getting even thicker and longer as he sat there with his legs spread wide open exposing his large balls to the sun and air. I watched as he gave it a couple of gentle strokes pulling the foreskin back revealing the shiny purple knob. He looked over at me.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about if you want to.”

Nervously I lifted my t-shirt over my head and put it on the chair next to me. Without looking at him I bent down willing myself to go through with this and untied my trainers. My hands were shaking but I slipped them off and stuffed my socks inside them. Still avoiding his gaze I stood and unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zip, and before I had time to think about it anymore I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down over my knees taking my boxers with them. My cock sprang out, already semi-hard and I sat back down quickly, leaning forward to take undo my trainers and take my jeans off over my ankles. I left the jeans and boxers lying in a crumpled heap on top of my trainers and sat back up. He was smiling at me and his cock was now getting stiffer standing out between his legs.

“It’s much nicer being like this, isn’t it? It always arouses me; especially when my wife and our friends are here…” He took a sip of coffee and then reached down and began slowly stroking his growing erection.

“Do you like playing with yourself Steve?” he asked, staring blatantly at my growing cock as he continued slowly wanking in front of me.

I nodded. “Yeah, I… um… I …er… do it every day…”  I managed to reply as I watched him rubbing his now erect cock. It was far bigger than anything that I’d seen – over eight inches long and very thick with veins standing out down the shaft. The shiny purple knob was enormous, silky smooth, a drop of pre-cum was already glistening on the top. I could feel my own cock growing to full length and the foreskin slowly sliding back as it stiffened and began to twitch.

“You can play with it now if you want to Steve,” he said gently. “I won’t mind, and neither would my wife if she was here; we both like having sex with other people…”

I sat there transfixed by the sight of his enormous erection which he was still slowly rubbing, rolling the foreskin back and forth over the rim of his glans. I was trembling with excitement and fear; I couldn’t believe that I was sitting naked and hard with this old man in his garden and that he was clearly as horny as I was. My hand slid across my thigh and I wrapped my fingers around my stiff cock. He watched as I gave it a few slow rubs and then slowly pulled the foreskin all the way back until my shiny knob was completely exposed. I held the skin back loving the feeling of warm air moving over my exposed glans feeling the veins standing out on the sides of my fully erect shaft. When I’m really hard like this it’s about six and a half inches.

“I bet that feels nice, doesn’t it?” He asked as he continued to slowly rub his own much bigger cock.

“Mmm, er yeah…” I mumbled still nervous but feeling incredibly aroused.

He pulled his own foreskin all the way back again exposing his enormous purple knob and sat still, staring at me.

“Do you play with the other boys, Steve?”

I shook my head. “No, my girlfriend wanked me and sucked me and I loved fingering and licking her…but….” My voice trailed off nervously.

“But what Steve? What other things have you tried?”

Somehow I knew I could trust him and told him about my first and only experience with another man a few months ago. He was much older than me and had played with himself while he watched me wanking in the toilets in the park. I told Jim how he’d taken me into a cubicle and wanked and sucked me, played with my nipples, and eventually made me cum all over his chest.

“And did you like that Steve?” he asked gently.

I nodded, “Mmm, especially when he sucked me and played with my balls and nipples…”

Jim stood up and walked towards me, his erection standing out proudly in front of him and sat down on the bench next to me. He put his hand on my leg just above the knee and began gently stroking up and down my thigh. I sat there frozen in silence but not pulling away. Each time he moved his hand up it got closer to my balls but he didn’t touch them. My cock was standing up rigid.

"My wife and I both like to share different partners; we both like men and women and we were girls and boys once…”

I felt his fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh and this time keep going until he was gently cupping my balls. He began to slowly massage them avoiding any contact with my throbbing cock. He leaned forward and kissed each of my nipples and then began licking them bringing tiny gasps and moans from my mouth as I surrendered to his expert touch. I looked down at the top of his head covered in short white hair as his tongue flicked back and forth across each nipple making them stand out and sent amazing tingling sensations through my body which made my cock twitch. The hand that was massaging my balls pushed my legs wider apart and he started to rub the area behind my balls where the base of my cock went back to my arse; gently at first but gradually applying more pressure. I was moaning out loud now and put my hand on the top of his head trying to push him down to my aching cock but he resisted and continued teasing my nipples and playing with my balls. He looked up at me while sucking my nipple…

“Do you like this, Steve?”

“Mmm….. yeah…” I moaned.

As he resumed licking and nibbling my nipples I felt his hand move down; my balls were now pressed against the palm of his hand and his finger was touching my ring.

“And this?” he asked quietly as he stroked all around it.

“Ohhhhhh…” I moaned loudly as he began to push against it. Being touched there was incredibly arousing and my cock was harder than ever.

He wrapped his other hand around the base of my shaft and began licking the tip of my cock, sliding his tongue all around the rim of my glans. When it reached the V on the underside of my knob he held it there and gently licked up and down making me squirm with almost unbearable sensations as he licked and teased me while maintaining a gentle pressure against my sensitive hole.

I watched as he slowly started moving his head up and down; his tongue stuck out licking up and down the underside of my shaft. My breathing was in short deep gasps between moans as I twisted and bucked my hips trying to get my cock in his mouth but he held my hip firmly and made me wait. He looked up at me as he continued licking.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, “Suck me…. Please….. suck me, make me cum….”

He smiled up at me and then without any warning parted his lips and sunk his mouth down engulfing my swollen knob in the warm silky wetness. I groaned deeply as began moving up and down, each time taking more of my stiff shaft into his mouth until he had the whole length inside. It felt exquisite. As he bobbed up and down he kept his hand pressed gently against my balls with his finger still teasing my ring and he let me start to move my hips in time with him as if I was fucking him.

“Oh god, don’t stop…” I begged between incoherent moans. “It feels so good…. Ahhhhh….Yes...” He was now taking my whole length, sucking his cheeks in each time I pushed forward and letting my swollen knob slide down his throat totally engulfing me in the warm silky wetness; it felt amazing. He raised his head looking at me keeping just the tip of my cock between his lips and then sunk back down, keeping going until I was buried inside him again. I bucked my hips trying to push in further, I could feel my balls pressed against his chin. Both his hands were on my buttocks now pulling me as far into his throat as he could. I felt his muscles contracting around my knob and his tongue running up and down the underside of my shaft as he held me there until finally, he had to come up for a gulp of air. He went straight back down on me and pulled me deep into his throat building up into a slow bobbing rhythm until I was fucking his mouth.
“I’m….. I’m gonna cum…..Ahhhhhh… Yes…..I’m……..don’t stop……..”

I felt my balls tighten as the sensations became unbearable and then my sperm surging up through my shaft and spurting in powerful gushes into the back of his throat.  After the third or fourth gush, he pulled back a little and let me finish in his mouth. As the waves of intensity gradually subsided he continued to gently lick me until I was totally spent and my cock was too sensitive to take anymore. He sat up and cradled me in his arms – I was breathing raggedly, overwhelmed by what I’d just experienced. Hel pulled me close to him embracing me and kissed me gently on the lips, then slipped his tongue inside my mouth and fed me the last of my cum. I lay there with my head resting on his cheek as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He asked softly. I just nodded.

“Mmmm…” We lay entwined together naked, his huge hard cock pressed into my belly.