There seemed, to Gary, little point in worrying too much about dressing himself when gardening at Melanie’s. Melanie knew he gardened naked, and Harry now knew too. That knowledge had been established with that initially rather embarrassing meeting between the naked, wanking Harry in his own garden and Gary walking in on him just as naked. They had then enjoyed a rather nice conversational wank together. They had got over their embarrassment.

Gary was just putting his tools together to go home having been doing some gardening at Melanie and Harry’s when Harry appeared, home from work. A big grin and a wave when he saw the naked gardener.

“I feel overdressed!” Harry said.

“It’s turning into a nice evening, Harry. You and Melanie might want to sit out.”

“Melanie’s away at her mother’s.”

“Well, sit out on your own with a beer and… you know…” it was probably what Gary would do later, and he had seen Harry doing the same before, “… have a wank!”

Harry smiled. “Caught once, Gary, I can’t look all offended, can I? I might just do that.” He paused. “I suppose I should offer you a beer, but you might take that as an invitation to wank as well.”

“Beer, crisps and a wank sounds OK to me!”

“I don’t know if I could. It’s just so…”

“Pleasant?”

“What would my friends think?” Clear that amused him.

“Go on, Harry, go and have a Shower, freshen up, and come back with the beer. It’s nice getting it out and no need to wank if you don’t want to. But I’ll feel underdressed otherwise!”

Harry duly had his Shower and came out without even a towel, his flaccid penis swinging under the tray of beer bottles and glasses. If his friends would find what he was doing a little odd, he knew Gary would not. The two men sat together companionably drinking and chatting. The conversation was just getting around to sexual matters, a discussion, as it happened, about the length of skirts on schoolgirls and the advantages and disadvantages of trousers which might well have led to other thoughts and ideas, perhaps about girls without either skirts or trousers, when the telephone rang. Harry ran for it.

Gary sat drinking his beer and enjoying the sunshine and wondering what to make for supper. When Harry returned from the house it was clear any plan to have another joint wanking session would have to be put on hold. Harry needed to dress and go out. Gary, though, had an idea. One he had thought of before. He had taken Melanie to voyeur upon their near neighbour Kirstie. Why not take Harry as well — separately. Neither of them, Harry or Melanie, would mention it to the other. Only he would know!

He stood to take his leave, “Harry, would you fancy later, after dark, a spot of voyeuring?”

“Oh?”

“Kirstie down the loke has a bit of a habit of undressing without shutting her curtains.”

“How do you know that?”

Gary smiled, “I was out walking one night and happened…”

“And happened to see and, since then, gone back more than once?”

“It is a good sight!”

“Well, I suppose… dark haired, isn’t she?”

“Yep. A full bush. Looked quite something with Vegard’s penis stick up out of it…” and Gary had to explain how he had seen Vegard come up behind her and poke his penis right between Kirstie’s thighs and out at her front. “Looked like she’d got a stumpy erection — rather like mine!”

And he certainly had. As Gary had described and remembered the scene, he had got an erection. The two men standing facing each other had, indeed, both erected. Two hard and swollen cocks before them betraying their arousal. They had seen each other before. It was not embarrassing. But equally there was nothing to be done with them at that point. Harry had to go out not stay and wank.

“Yes, I like the idea.” He smiled, that he liked the idea was obvious by his erection. “I’ll see you later, then.”

“I’ll telephone.”

Gary turned one way towards the loke and Harry the other way towards the house. Gary walked out into the loke, after checking no one was there, with his stumpy cock up and walked through his gate and into and up his garden. So good walking in the sunshine with an erection. It is!

Harry too walked down his own path to his house erect. He even gave himself a little stroke thinking of the prospect of seeing Kirstie undress. But he needed to subside and dress himself.

Gary had popped out down the loke after dark to check Kirstie was in. Hopefully bedtime in the Naess household was at its usual time. It looked like it was. He telephoned Harry and arranged the meeting. Ten-thirty outside Harry’s back gate.

Gary was there on time and so was Harry.

“I thought you’d be naked!” whispered Harry.

“I would rather… but…”

It was not warm enough to be naked for either. Harry had put on dark clothes. He had obviously been thinking of the idea of staying hidden.

Gary led the way down the loke and quietly opened the back gate to Kirstie and Vegard’s garden. Within the garden not a sound. It would be unlikely either of the owners would be outside. Harry was a little nervous and had to be encouraged in. Up the garden path they went, Harry lagging a little behind as if ready to scoot at the slightest sound and then, there before them, was the bungalow with its back windows lit up. They could see into the lounge and see Vegard watching television; and into the kitchen where Kirstie was standing at the window, seemingly washing up, and indeed the hopeful men could see into the bedroom through its big window. All rather promising to the voyeur. Several windows to watch.

“Can she see us?” Clearly Harry a little worried, as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“She’ll just see her reflection, Harry.”

They watched Kirstie working away.

“She is a pretty girl.”

They stood watching. Of course, part of voyeuring is anticipation. The hope of a future reveal. Waiting until it happens. They did not have to wait long. The washing up finished, Kirstie walked into the lounge and said a few words to Vegard and then appeared in the bedroom, immediately pulling her tee shirt off. No hanging around.

“Oh yes, Gary. She’s not just a pretty girl but a big one at that. We wank?”

“We wank.”

Two zips lowered. A mutual agreement. Two already hard penises drawn out into the night and fingers beginning to stroke. Harry’s hand moved rather faster as Kirstie’s fingers touched the brass button at the top of her jeans. Down in one. Knickers and jeans lowered all in one go.

“Gary, the thrill of this. So, so stimulating. So wrong — really. But wouldn’t one just like to…”

Gary whispered back, “I certainly would Harry. She is gorgeous. Imagine if Kirstie was often away and she had urges she needed dealing with, perhaps with Vegard permission! Imagine that; he could hardly be jealous of us much older blokes, not like some young Adonis – his age. Just helping her. Helping Kirstie with her ‘needs.’ A couple of capable cocks to…”

“What would Melanie say?”

“Your problem: not mine. I’m unattached but… wouldn’t it be so good to be attached to Kirstie.”

“Yes, Gary, I can imagine attaching myself – by the penis.” It was large in his hand, wet at the end. Clear, really, he would not have too much difficulty helping Kirstie with her urges.

They were watching the woman moving about in her bedroom dressed in just a brassiere. Folding her clothes, placing knickers in the linen basket. She bent with her bottom towards the watching men.

“Imagine being behind her,” whispered Gary, “and pushing in.”

“Fuck, yes,” said Harry — which was exactly what Gary was suggesting. “I can so imagine it. So Hot, so wet, so soft, so…”

“…enveloping?”

Gary looked down. His friend and neighbour’s penis was rigid. Its head, presumably purple but just dark in the night, was really swollen. Was he about to exude? Gary’s own much shorter organ was equally hard in his own hand. He was not going to come — yet.

Harry’s hand was removed leaving his penis standing. There was no sudden flashes of white in the darkness.

“Phew! Almost overdid that, Gary. And Kirstie hasn’t even taken her bra off yet.”

But then she did. Hands behind her at the clasp and then she just spilled out. No idea that not far from her two swollen penises were more than capable of letting loose streams of semen over those two delightful breasts. Nipple lubricating cream — indeed!

As quickly as the erotic vision appeared it disappeared. Kirstie presumably going into the bathroom.

“This is really rather wrong, Gary. This spying, this voyeuring.”

“It looks like you are enjoying it, Harry, nonetheless. As much or more than when we sat on your garden bench together.”

“I know — I am! Isn’t she lovely — and so young. But it… I mean what would she think if she knew we were both out here.”

“What would you think if she watched you and Melanie from your garden through your window? Perhaps Kirstie and Vegard watching, perhaps making Love as they watched?”

“I… I don’t think it would be much of a show, and would they really want to watch us older folk?”

“I would!”

“Gary!”

“Well, would you mind?”

“You watching, or Kirstie?”

“Both.”

“You’d be so lucky. Kirstie and you! But, would I mind? Would I get a thrill out of being watched? You know, I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose once, when Melanie and I were young, we did get caught. In the sand dunes at a beach. Melanie didn’t know but I saw this man. She was riding me. You know, on top as we were trying to keep the sand out of her know where.”

“Rasping sand not conducive to a good fuck, eh?”

“Quite! So I was on my back, Melanie facing me — mounted — and this man just appeared over the top of the dune. Just his face and… what a grin. And he didn’t go away. Just watched.”

“Did he wank?”

“I could only see his top half, but I suspect his trunks were down and — yes. He could see my cock in Melanie, all of her bottom and her boobs in my hands. So exposed to him. Not a lot I could do about it. Push Melanie off and go and remonstrate with him with my cock all erect and wet? So I said nothing. Never even mentioned it to Melanie. Never mentioned quite what the man saw.”

“Was it exciting to know you were being watched?”

“More in retrospect than at the time, I think.”

Kirstie reappeared from her evident Shower still towelling herself off. Wonderful to watch with cock out and hard. The movement of her breasts against the towel as she rubbed pleasing. Had the Shower stimulated her nipples or was she perhaps anticipating Sex with Vegard? Lovely to watch the white towel contrasting with her dark-haired bush as she finished drying herself. Even a bit of a saw of the towel between her legs.

“Oh yes,” said Harry. Again pulling at the erection sticking up out of his trousers.

“And here comes Vegard.”

Nude female, clothed male — but not for long.

“It’s not quite the same.”

No brassiere for one thing! And no doubt both men would have preferred to see another girl stripping. A female friend staying… and with Vegard away… But no lesbian Sex to watch. Instead, a man undressing and then, before them, a naked couple, dark Kirstie and blond Vegard.

“Not hard yet,” said Gary. Vegard was in a rather different state from Gary and Harry!

The couple were talking. Naked talking. A delightful female body to view and the hope of sexual activity in prospect. It justified a gentle wank on the part of the two voyeurs. All at once Kirstie reached out and took hold of her husband’s limp penis.

“That’s a good sign. Suggests Kirstie is in the mood and wants Vegard all hard.”

It certainly had some effect. It was definitely larger when Vegard pulled away and disappeared to the bathroom.

“Do you think she might suck when he comes back?”

“Do you want her to suck you whilst she’s waiting?”

“She’d get a pretty quick mouthful I think if she did! Wouldn’t that be nice?”

It would, thought Gary.

“I’d like to see that,” added Harry.

Closer the two men came to the window, taking a better look at Kirstie in her bedroom. The towel discarded but no move to put on pyjamas or nightdress. Naked Kirstie walking about, Free boobs on the move, changes in the position of buttocks, a pretty shake of her head causing her dark hair to move and such pleasing glimpses of her dark and full triangle. After a little while the young Wife settled herself on the bed, an ear cocked probably to hear if Vegard was coming back from the bathroom. A delightfully cheeky smile appeared on her face. That went down well with the two middle aged men watching. A pretty girl and, moreover, a smiling girl always appreciated. And then she opened her legs. Without question a come-hither pose, a pose clearly adopted for her husband and not the two watching older men. Done for her husband but much enjoyed by the onlookers to the scene. Penises remained rigid.

And back into the room came Vegard. A rather Nordic vision of the male — the naked male in a relaxed classical look. But not for long. Kirstie’s pose had a similar effect to that it had just had upon the voyeurs.

“Up he goes,” whispered Harry.

“I wish I had a cock like that,” replied Gary. But he did not. Nothing like it.

“Do you think he’ll just go for it or will there be foreplay. I’m ready to go for it.”

Gary glanced at Harry’s cock. Harry certainly was very much ready for ‘it,’ as Gary had seen before Harry’s cock was pretty average in size but it was a leaky one. Already wet at the end, pre-cum was hanging and as Harry moved his foreskin little wet sounds were noticeable in the stillness of the night.

Vegard did not leap upon Kirstie and plunge into her. Instead, the men were treated to the sight of him coming around to the side of the bed, his cock looming over his Wife. And, in Gary’s opinion, Kirstie rightly and dutifully got up off the mattress to suck.

“I’d so like that.”

“So would I.”

“It wouldn’t be that difficult for her. I mean, just inviting a couple of neighbours around to have their cocks sucked. Not to go so far as fuck her but… just suck them off.”

“It is nice to have a girl happy to do that when you want.”

“Is, Gary? We’d be so lucky.”

But Harry did not know about Zara. Did not at all know about Gary’s young friend who had had his stumpy cock in her mouth so many times and, hopefully, would still be just as happy to let him do all sorts of things with her. If he asked nicely would she suck Harry off too? Maybe, but he rather thought he would keep her to himself. Still, Harry one end of Zara and him the other might be rather enjoyable. Or just giving Harry a birthday surprise — a suck and full swallow from Zara

“She’s taking him deep. I’m not sure I can hold on.”

“Leave it alone then!”

The two men watched with penises high yet now untouched as the scene of fellation unfolded. Done just right for the voyeurs, a side view with neither mouth nor penis obscured, or for that matter Kirstie’s naked body obscured. It was not quite so good when Vegard came around the bed and got up on it and settled between Kirstie’s thighs to return the favour. The watchers could see nothing of the cunnilingus but could most definitely see rather a lot of Vegard — that which is normally very hidden.

“Well, Gary, it seems Vegard has an arse-hole just like everybody else.” And with his bottom up in the air, his thighs splayed, that is exactly what the neighbours saw. A hairy crack, a wrinkled arse-hole and a pair of hanging balls. It did, though give Harry and Gary a cooling off period before they were happy to wank again. The next activity could easily have been missionary but it was not. It was ‘in the way of the animals,’ Vegard entering Kirstie from the rear and, as the couple chose to copulate across the bed rather than straight up the watchers saw much more than just Vegard’s flexing buttocks. They saw Vegard from the side pushing in, saw the shaft of the penis doing the piston thing, saw Kirstie’s breasts swinging under her.

“That’s better, Gary, I can almost imagine doing that.”

“Well, do imagine it Harry, Vegard out of the way, you standing as you are now at the end of the bed, Kirstie’s bottom drawn towards you and in you go — sink in. I bet that’s good. So Hot, so wet, those buttocks so soft. I hope you got the right hole. Oh no. You haven’t. You’re in her bottom!”

“Gary — don’t. Don’t suggest that! Oh, here I cum.”

It was not the ‘ropes,’ not skeins of cum but Harry shot, if not a lot. It was how he was. Gary watched as Harry’s penis fired — notionally into Kirstie’s bottom. Gary looked back up from Harry’s cock to the lit window and at Kirstie and Vegard engaged in an energetic fuck, Kirstie pushing back, bodies slapping together as they were joined by Vegard’s fleshy rod. In Gary’s mind Kirstie and Vegard asking him to take over ‘for a while’ and he let that pleasing thought take him over and the stumpy job did its thing as he stared at the ‘show.’ As always, the stumpy cock did its thing rather impressively. Kirstie would not have been disappointed — if she liked a lot of cum ending up dripping from her, that is!

Harry watched the cum pouring from Gary’s cock. “I don’t know how you do it, Gary. You cum so much! That… was good. Really good. Naughty — bad even — but I enjoyed that.”

Within the bedroom the ‘show’ continued with the performers unaware of the pleasure they had given a couple of middle-aged men or the compliments that had been bestowed upon them.

With soon drooping penises the two men watched a little more before turning towards the back gate.

“Glass of beer.”

“Wouldn’t say no.”

It was clearly a boys’ evening.

A garden shed. How many are there up and down the land? Small and large. Hand built or delivered off a lorry. Shiplap, feather edge clad and perhaps with glass or Perspex windows or maybe no light at all. And what goes on in these sheds? No doubt most contain forks, spades and perhaps a mowing machine. Others full, basically, with rubbish. But others… some with model train layouts, some with lathe and bandsaw, some perhaps a home office with computer and files. And still others… how many might have that male refuge from ‘her indoors,’ a comfy chair, a glass and a bottle, maybe even a TV. Perhaps some a refuge for the woman of the house but that is probably rather rarer. And some perhaps a bit of a ‘den of iniquity.’

You could not really call Gary’s shed a ‘den of iniquity.’ Did it not have fork and spade in it, a table and a wooden chair. But was it not also a comfortable place to wank in? Indeed, being single Gary could wank in his bedroom, living room, kitchen and garden — anywhere he liked really and sometimes did — he found the shed particularly congenial for a wank. How many other men had a wanking shed at the bottom of their gardens? A Wife might well know or guess but leaves alone. A harmless pastime and perhaps makes it easier for her if she has got to that age when Sex no longer seems to excite. The man might keep a stash of mags. or in the modern world a laptop — though probably not on his lap as it will rather get in the way of what, hopefully, sticks up from his lap! Might a man even go so far as to decorate his shed with posters and pictures of a particular type — again probably not for the woman of the house to see.

There might be men whose wanking sheds are visited by other like-minded people. That may not be known to the Wife that her husband has friends visiting, unbeknown to her, and not just men. In Gary’s mind as he sat in his shed one day the thought of a man and a woman sitting comfortably but separately both just wanking was a pleasing one. Just because one ‘came’ together did not necessarily mean bodily contact. Sitting there in his shed Gary felt his penis swelling. A good feeling. He reached down and pulled at his foreskin. The good feeling got better.

He would quite like to be invited to such a shed. Not a den of iniquity but a wanking shed. Men and women coming there to talk and wank; to get pleasure from sexual talk of the others and seeing fingers at work — perhaps even toys: penis sleeves, dildos, unusual objects, a variety of vibrating devices. Part of the pleasure being in seeing such objects and having them demonstrated. Harry and he had perhaps the making of such a group, though he was not sure he particularly wanted to host and have his shed become communal. He was fond of his own shed. His fingers moved. It would be nice to have Melanie join him in there. A shame that unlike Zara, Zoe and Heather she had not let him fuck her — at least not with his cock. Great-grandfather’s hoe did not perhaps count as a fuck!