This is the continuation of my story of how I discovered sex again after a failed marriage and the sad ending of my first gay encounter. It had taken some almost unrelated events for me to find sex again and then I'd discovered it in a most unlikely place – an allotment.
However, considering that I was named Oliver Chatterley and my friend's name was Clifford, my new friend and I should quite naturally fit together perfectly...but in a way that the characters of Lady Chatterley's Lover never did.
And now we'd met and shared some excitement, we were both decidedly eager to explore further.
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After our initial exploration, Cliff and I had met again at my house and we'd enjoyed a delicious evening of sex. Everything had been wonderful and erotic and delicious as we'd sucked the juices of lengthy abstinence from each other until we were sated. But then Cliff had to head away to a meeting, thus bringing our fun to a halt. Although we'd made all the right noises, nothing further had been planned but that hadn't stopped me from retiring for the night in a happy and peaceful frame of mind. I'd most certainly enjoyed Cliff's cock and he seemed to have felt the same about me and mine but time hadn't been on our side last night. I knew however that I'd almost certainly see him again, probably down at the allotment in the next few days, so I slept contentedly.
The following morning, after a modest breakfast I was ready once more, ready to face my days' labour and as the warmth of the early summer sun increased so did my activity level and I positively bounced my way to the car as I headed back to my allotment. The morning traffic did nothing to spoil my liveliness nor my general cheerfulness and inside twenty minutes I was driving down the dirt road into the allotments.
There it was a more peaceful world, the traffic was at a distance and the sounds were more of nature herself; the light wind, the humming of busy bees and the twittering of bird blending so easily to form the ambience of the place.
I opened up my shed then turned and surveyed my little domain contentedly, smelling the scent of the earth, of flowers and of growing plants as I did so. It was warm already and so peaceful here in my corner of the allotments. Some of the nearby plots were vacant and few other allotment-holders were here so early in the day – I was almost alone. Quickly I stripped off my t-shirt, then wearing just my shorts and boots I began my chores of weeding, watering and harvesting with plans to get a car-load of goodies to my greengrocer by lunchtime.
The sun almost stung my back as I worked and when I ducked into my polytunnel to avoid it's rays, instead I discovered it's heat. Quickly I opened all the vents, which helped somewhat and then I began gathering my crop including tomatoes, sweet peppers and cucumbers until I had two boxes full which I lugged back to the shed and it was there that Cliff found me.
I only became aware of his presence when, as I was bent over one of the boxes, suddenly a long green cucumber was thrust between my legs. All in one movement I jerked upright, clamped my legs together and twisted my torso around – to come face to face with a broadly grinning Cliff.
"Caught you!" he said cheerfully while pointing between my legs, "Look at you, you horny bastard – you've got a huge hard-on already!"
Half of the cucumber was indeed protruding before me like a huge green erection but I managed to see the funny side of it too and laughed as I unclamped my thighs, dropped the cucumber into my hands then replaced it in the box.
"Bloody one track mind, haven't you!" I said cheerfully, "Is that all you think about?"
"No – no, of course not, but coming in and seeing you bent over like that...and then seeing the cucumbers," he said with a wicked smile, "And it just got me thinking – well, doing more than thinking actually."
"Uh?" I queried as I frowned; then I caught on.
Cliff's penis was quite clearly visible, its stiff length stretching the leg of his shorts dramatically, almost threatening to tear the material, or so I could imagine.
"God, you're not up for it already?" I asked, more a statement than a question and Cliff nodded.
"Course I am – always ready, especially after last night. I think I've been hard ever since," he said, his hand sliding down over his penis as if to accentuate it's size and stiffness, "Aren't you feeling horny?"
As he spoke and as the words sank in, I quickly realised that almost inevitably my penis was interacting with the vibes that Cliff's own arousal was giving off and I felt the growing mass of my cock in my shorts.
"Ummm, guess so," I spluttered, my mind still on my vegetable produce, "Dunno really, been busy; hadn't really thought about it until now."
"Perhaps this'll help," said Cliff and a moment or two later his shorts were sliding off and were quickly joined by his underpants and t-shirt.
He stood there stripped for action, his lengthy penis jutting from it's small forest, pointing towards the ceiling and towards me. Quickly he stepped out of his clothes and in doing so he closed the gap between us until his eager penis was pressed against my hands; hands that instinctively closed around it.
"Ohhhhh yesss," breathed Cliff as I fondled his warm stiff cock, "Come on then, let's do something."
Shaken from my previous state I glanced around, almost furtively, as if to search for lurking perverts in the small shed but finding none and seeing no-one within sight, I leaned past Cliff, pushed the door closed and relaxed. Quickly I too dropped my shorts and underpants and stood there with my clothes around my ankles.
"What shall we do?" I asked but Cliff already had the answer.
In his hands he was once again holding one of the cucumbers, lasciviously sliding his hand up and down it's length.
"I was just thinking..." he said, "How much fun it would be if your cock was this big!"
"Hah – as if! Silly idea," I said as my fingers played with Cliff's warm erection, "What the hell would I do with something that big?"
The object in his hand was easily two inches across and some fifteen inches long.
"You could try putting it inside me," he said, "Be a bloody good stretch but I reckon..."
"No way!" I exclaimed, "What, that thing; in your ass?"
Cliff nodded quickly, a twisting smile forming on his lips.
"Where else?" he asked, "Haven't you tried putting things inside you?"
"No – well, no – ummm, of course not, ummm," I lied, "Well, not often."
As I spoke so a thrill shook me from head to toe, a thrill that made my buttocks clench, shiver and pulsate.
There was something especially exciting about that idea because it was an activity that played with but had never really tried to the full. Yes, I'd rubbed the crinkled skin around my asshole as I'd masturbated, pushed my fingertips inside and yes, I'd even briefly inserted a small candle and on a later occasion the smooth handle of a small screwdriver but I'd never gone further – never tried to really stretch my asshole.
I'd sometimes imagined a penis or a full-sized vibrator thrusting into me as I'd tossed myself off; imagined being impaled and stretched and stimulated from inside as well as outside – but nothing had ever come of it, but now here was an opportunity...a real penis, if I dared to explore!
Could I?
