I worked as a landscape gardener at one time and one of the contracts I had was to look after one of the smaller London squares. On this particular occasion I was there on my own, the usual hot day and while I was doing a general tidy up I found some porn mags that had been left in a bin. Curious, I took them back to the on-site shed ,locked the door and started to go through them.
Of course the inevitable happened and within 5 minutes I was naked and hard and enjoying the stories and pictures in the mags. I was having a great time, slowly stroking my dick , bringing myself to the edge of orgasm once, twice, three times when suddenly using a key, the door opened and Kev, the guy that worked with me walked in!
He stopped dead in his tracks and just stared - and I did the same. For what seemed like a lifetime we just stood there until I said 'shut the door quick ! ' and he did. I was still standing there hard dick in hand and he didnt move. I gestured to the mags and told him I'd found them in the bins and started to read aloud from the story. Kev sat down on some bags so I continued to read on, stroking myself at the same time. After a while I thew a magazine over to him and said 'read this one out for me.' He read for a while and I continued wanking but was getting close to orgasm and had to keep stopping.
By now I could see he was hard in his shorts and asked him if he needed to wank too and that I didn't care if he did. With that he reached down and freed his hard on from his shorts and started to stroke it. I was really surprised how thick it was, thicker than mine. I nearly came when he did that and stopped stroking my stiff cock.
I took over the reading again and started pointing out pictures to him but he said he couldn't see them properly so I went over and sat next to him, dick still in hand. I asked him if I could touch his cock and he said yes so I took it in my hand and started to work up and down the shaft . It was so thick my hand would barely close around it and the skin was loose around a very hard centre which made it easy to work back and forward, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the glistening red head.
We continued reading and wanking at the pictures although he didn't touch me, until I couldn't keep it in any longer and said 'I have to cum now ' and with that I spurted a huge load all over the floor. Kev moaned and stroked his big cock faster and faster and til he shot a huge jet of spunk halfway across the shed. It was so exciting. After a minute or so to recover we cleaned ourselves up, laughing and I got dressed . The day was over and we went our separate ways home.
We never really spoke about it and although I would have liked the same thing to happen again, anything near the subject of sex and Kev would change the subject quickly, so I assume that he didnt want to remember it.
But I certainly do!