Harry 2

I recounted how I discovered Harry’s stash of girlie mags and how he discovered me wanking in his shed.  Young lads like to see girlie mags and like to wank.  Inevitably I was drawn back to the shed; after all, Harry had said I could go there when I liked.  Moreover, I didn’t need to be at his house doing some gardening or helping Harry or his wife as an excuse, rather, he said,I could just sneak in the back way and spend time, just me and the mags.  Only, of course, it proved not to be just me.

Nice if a girl from the neighbourhood also had an invitation to go there.  What might have happened then?  Now that would make a good story – an unexpected meeting - but what really happened was I spent a first afternoon alone – two hours solid wanking going from one mag to another.  There were plenty in the drawers.  Two hours, before aching balls suggested I really should come.  This time I did not mess a mag up but kept it out of the way.  There was a lot of it.

I’d done what Harry suggested and taken my clothes off and hung them on a nail as soon as I got into the back part of his garden shed.  It felt funny being naked in somebody else’s garden – in somebody else’s shed.  Still odder had I been outside in the gardenitself!   It was raining as well, so I’d have got pretty wet!  There I was naked in the shed and already hard.  I could see a magazine left out on the table.  Had Harry left that for me?  Had he sat in his armchair naked and wanking at that mag perhaps hours before?  Funny to think of the old boy doing that, but had I not seen him wanking – joining me in wanking – to that lovely girl’sbottom?

I settled comfortably into the armchair and opened the copy of Mayfair.  Yet another lovely girl, this time on all fours crawling across a carpeted floor.  I was not so naïve as to fail to realise the implications – the idea of mounting her like a bull, dog orhorse.  My cock into her pussy, balls swinging and inseminating her.  Had Harry had the same thought, that ‘old stallion,’ and here was I, the young colt, both with the same thought in mind about the filly!

An enjoyable afternoon!  I slipped away and home to do some homework and have tea.  It was still raining as I let myself out at the back gate.

Next time, a few days later, was in the evening.  I came through darkness and felt my way into the shed.  It had the electric light and I switched that on in the back area – and the heater.  Once more off came my clothes.  A wank in the shed and then,probably, another in bed just before sleep. I thought I could make the two – I was young then after all!  A good evening in prospect.

Twenty minutes or so later, the heater having nicely warmed the secret ‘den.’ I heard a noise in the shed.  If it was Harry’s wife I was ‘done for.’  I shouldn’t be there and to be caught naked and erect…  But, it was Harry.  Harry with a beaming smile and two mugs of cocoa.

“Mavis is watching the tele.  Thought I’d make two mugs seeing you down here.”

A chink of light escaping?

The mugs deposited upon the table.  I’d got to my feet – of course.  It was Harry’s armchair!  I’d got to my feet completely naked, penis wilting somewhat in worry it had been Mavis.

Strange seeing the old boy undress.  Something he was well used to in his shed, of course.  He was not yet erect.  The contrast with me.  Young and smooth skinned, hair around my cock but not on my chest: him hairy all over, rather grey in places, skin certainly showing the passing of time, not really a paunch though and, of course, his cock and balls hanging.  All a bit like in the changing rooms at the swimming baths – apart from my half erection!

Harry asked what I’d been looking at and I showed him.  That got me up again as I pointed to photographs in three magazines.  I could not help staring as Harry began to erect.  He was not touching it – it just grew.  My attention moved from the girl photos to his penis as it jerked upwards, strengthening and filling, foreskin rolling back of its own accord.  An old, wrinkled cock but with some power behind it.  I think I said something like ‘wow.’  I’d sort of seen it before out of his trousers, half anyway, but thiswas it entire.  I had not appreciated how the old boy’s cock curved upwards or quite how much bigger than mine it was.  I was impressed.  It was one fine specimen of manhood.  Not that I had any experience, but knew it was.  It was the first hard penis I’dseen apart from my own, not even a single photograph let alone for real, and it was – magnificent.  The funny thing is it was the only erect cock I was to see for another half-century.  I’m not gay – a half-century of girls, women and my wife, until, well it is rather the same story as Harry’s and like so many older blokes on SoloTouch, I gather.  You still need to release semen, the source or sources of womanly softness and wetness have rather dried up, so it becomes good to have a wank buddy – again.  But that is another story.  A story of now, not half a century ago.

“You’re really big Harry!”

He smiled at the compliment, “You’ve a nice cock too.  It’ll get bigger as you get older.  Enjoy the easy and prolific way you come at your age – whilst you can – let size take care of itself.  That was some cum you did the other day.  I look forward to seeing you do it again!”

“Really?”  Did Harry really want to see that - again?

And so we settled down to look at the magazines together and wank.  Harry in his armchair, me straddling the arm.  Two naked men wanking together as we looked at girlie photos.  Me finding it exciting to hear Harry’s comments.  Even hearing he had ‘fucked’ a girl like that once and being rather graphic about what had happened.  Way before the Pill, indeed well before the War!  Stockings, condoms, dodgy hotels and the withdrawal method.  We both agreed how good it would be to pull from a particular girl in one of the magazines and come upon her stomach and up between her breasts.  We put it aside and that was what we eventually came to.  I had never fucked, did not know then what the wet warmth of a vagina felt like – but I could certainly imagine my stuff spurting all over the girl’s tummy and breasts.

“It’s getting late, shall we?”  I remember it was Harry who asked; Harry who got up from his armchair to find a box of Kleenex Man’s Tissues.  I watched him, quite amazed at his cock curving up from his body and the way his balls swung.  I was fascinated by the girlie pictures but there was something so impressive about the male generative organs – and perhaps particularly that old bloke’s.

“Two tissues for you and one for me!”  I remember that too.  Harry alluding to what he had said about my greater production.  Making me feel better about my size as against his.  Tissues set out we returned to the girl with the tummy so suitable for landing upon – landing semen!  There was something about her.  Pretty enough, long fair hair, boobs rather cone shaped with pale pink nipples to match.  Younger perhaps than some of the other models.  Breasts still forming.  Perhaps that was what pleased Harry – youth – perhaps, for me, it was the feeling she was more my own age, and how I’d like to do that to more than a few girls at school. Of course, there should have been a gorgeous patch of golden curls or at least that seductive slit that I was soon to learn girls have, but of course back then all air brushed away to rather doll like smoothness reminiscent of my sister’s dolls!  Such a pretty, recessed tummy button and the way…  You see I recall the girl vividly.  I would very much like to find a copy of that old magazine, even today, but I would have to spend hours and hours looking through so many old magazines in some seedy, secondhand magazine shop to find it – and I am not even sure which magazine title it was.  I just remember the girl – and theejaculation.