Gary stood there with his little man standing, wet from Zoe’s mouth, thinking, whilst he would very much enjoy fucking her, it would be rather good to come… Gary smiled, yes ‘erupt’ in her mouth. That was such a good thing and whilst his cock might be short in inches, there was nothing short — in millilitres — about the amount of cum he produced. Good to see Zoe swallowing as fast as he could produce it. But he had a job to do and that was pumping his fertile seed into Zoe’s vagina, cervix and hopefully womb, not filling her mouth with hot, salty cum. It would be good to see her swell again with his child. And then there was Zoe’s milk. Surely she would let him suck again or perhaps let him milk her over and onto his cornflakes. A pleasing idea.
Zoe caught him stroking himself on her return. “Couldn’t wait, Gary?”
“Keeping myself hard for you.” He didn’t think he should mention his thoughts of milking her; her twin ‘udders’ squirting warm breast milk onto his morning cornflakes. Might she like his ‘milk’ on her cornflakes? And wouldn’t she need Tom, the two slim cocked lads as well as he to make enough to fill the bowl a bit? He was not sure she’d appreciate that. More a Zara thing perhaps. When was that girl home from university? It’d be good to have her on his lap again in his shed. Yes, very nice. A little like a favoured uncle being told all about his niece’s boyfriends and romances. Well, a bit more than that. The idea of the niece sitting atop uncle’s naked and rigid penis as she talked not so much about nice walks in the countryside or visits to cinema and theatre but about what happened in bed. Real detail. Real, graphic sexual detail as his own penis experienced something of what her boyfriend or boyfriends had enjoyed.
The idea of an uncle placing his naked niece on his equally naked lap and she talking away to her ‘dear uncle’ whilst his old, craggy cock rested comfortably inside her was another pleasing image and thought for Gary. Just like she used to do when little, sitting on uncle’s lap, only now unclothed and very much more in an adult way, wriggling her bottom to get more comfortable; astounded her uncle has a much bigger penis than any of her boyfriends — so far.
“You’ve certainly stayed hard, Gary, but you do. A cock a girl can rely upon. You going to make me pregnant then? Charlie’s fast asleep.”
“I’ll try my best.”
Zoe’s hand reached out and cupped Gary’s balls and held them in her palm. “These feel nice and big, full of baby making juice.”
“It’s not quite like that.”
“I know, Gary, I did biology a school. But my teacher didn’t tell me how nice a pair of big balls feel in the hand. I suppose I am a bit balls focused at present! Shall I suck again or are you going to undress me?”
It was undressing, item by item as Gary moved around Zoe, his cock at attention. Zoe occasionally feeling it — and his balls.
“Shall we get in.” Zoe had been in his bed before but there was something extra nice about having her in his bed. Good to share a bed. Good to sleep with a woman. Gary did not in any way want to take Zoe, away from Tom but it would be really nice if sometimes she came and slept with him. Perhaps a bit of a fantasy — sharing a woman. Gary would be very happy if Melanie slept with him sometimes as well — and perhaps several other women as well! What about Kirstie when Vegard was away? Just to keep her company. Perhaps she was frightened of being alone in the house.
Somewhat the usual foreplay of couples in a bed, not doing anything unusual. Not outdoor sex, or sex on the kitchen worktop or sex in a car. But cuddling, stroking together sex in a warm bed. Gary touched and stroked, Gary sucked nipples, Gary held Zoe’s bottom cheeks and Gary patted Zoe’s pubic hair before his finger wriggled into her slit. Gary touched Zoe very intimately, Gary’s fingers stroking and probing. Zoe was wet — and sticky. Ah!
Tom seemingly always there — or at least his sperm. Not that it bothered Gary and it seemed important to Zoe that Gary only fucked her after Tom had done the same. But it did now seem there were going to be occasions in the future when Zoe would be sort of virgin-like, or at least semenless! Without Gary she was, alas, always spermless! This, though, was not one of those times. It did not stop Gary’s explorations; it did not stop his finger movements or his fingers going up into her. Nor, a little later, did it in any way discourage him from pushing his penis into Zoe. It was a good copulation. Perhaps Tom’s cum even helped Gary’s regular sliding. Gary did what was required — and very pleasant it was too! Helping Tom — though Tom might not appreciate the ‘help.’
The naked gardener leant on his fork and looked towards his shed. Perhaps a sit down was in order. He had worked hard all morning. Should he go into the house and make another drink or perhaps just sit in his shed for a while on his chair. He chose the shorter route and opened the shed door and stepped inside. Not too hot inside and he settled himself in his chair, taking off his straw hat and getting comfortable with his balls hanging over the edge of the chair seat — hanging into space. He looked out of the window at his hard work.
Into his mind the thought of a young couple gardening naked as he did. Nice to imagine watching them. Or perhaps two young couples sharing the work. Good to see their young bodies moving. Perhaps they might get frisky. Perhaps even the young men erecting as they worked. It was a good image, a good thought. So good to see the young women’s bottoms wobble in that lovely feminine way, see breasts sway as they worked but good too to see the implication of erections. The young men with forks in hands working whilst their long and upright erect cocks swayed, their eyes on the young women. Good too to imagine the girls grasping the tools, wanking their men just as Gary was now wanking. Might he see the men sort of fertilising the soil with their semen. An interesting modern fertility ritual to encourage the crop to grow — though perhaps just the girls making sure the men carried on working rather than distracting not just themselves but the girls into copulation on the lawn.
Firm, female gardening hands working the cocks until… Gary had worked himself up, his own penis rigid and about to cum when into view through the window came his next-door neighbour, Zoe, leading little Charlie by the hand.
Gary stood, his penis sticking up in the air. Not quite like the fine young men of his imagination — about half the length of their penises but certainly rigid and manly and perfectly capable of undertaking any sort of fertility ritual. Well, apart from one involving unusually impressive cocks.
“Zoe, hallo!” Gary peered around the shed door to greet his neighbour. Normally he would have had no compunction about greeting his friend both naked and with his stumpy erection up in the air. But he would not have done that without checking if Tom was with her. Zoe’s husband was not, but with Charlie growing it just didn’t seem right to present himself erect. Not good were Charlie to divulge to Tom he had seen ‘uncle’ Gary’s ‘willie’ all ‘big.’