It was during the first lockdown that my neighbour Derek asked me if Id look after his allotment for him. He lived next door with his wife, he wasn't that old but was isolating due to some condition he had and was worried about his allotment and didn't want his hard work to go to waste over the spring and summer so wondered if Id tend it for him. Given I was on furlough and this would at least get me out of the house and away from the family for a bit I agreed. 

I cycled the short distance to his allotment a few times a week, weeding and watering around his small veg patch. The man who had the adjacent allotment introduced himself as Bernard and we were soon on speaking terms. He seemed to spend most days in and around his little shed. Id guess Bernard was in his late 60s and had silvery grey hair and a large belly hanging over his trousers. He was about my height and looked like he spent time outdoors, his skin was tanned and weather-beaten. He sometimes made mention of his wife and had hinted at them no longer having relations. I suspected that he, like me, wasn't averse to the occasional bit of fun with another man and I'd sometimes catch him looking at me as I worked on the allotment. It felt exciting and I had wanked about him on occasion, thinking of how his hands would feel on me and imagining kneeling in front of him, waiting for his cock in my mouth. He was just the type of man I was attracted to and Id resolved to test the waters should an opportunity present itself. I must admit that it gave me an added incentive to go down to the allotment!  

One afternoon Bernard showed me round his patch. At the end of his tour I asked to see inside his shed. 'Ah that's my little sanctuary' he said and ushered me in. His shed was quite small, with a little two seater sofa and a shelf along one side with a window with little curtains. We sat down and he offered me a little tot of whisky, opening a box under the shelf and pulling out a bottle and a couple of glasses. I noticed there were a couple of porn mags in the box also, and he noticed that Id noticed! 'I told you it was my little sanctuary, I like to come here sometimes for a little 'personal' time' he said, pulling one of them out of the box and flicking through the pages. He asked me if I liked the pics, which were your traditional commercial pics of girls in the usual poses. I told him I preferred my porn a little more realistic and this seemed to interest him. He reached back into the box and pulled out an envelope. 'Here have a look at these, some I took of my wife before she got old and frumpy!'. He handed me a set of photos one by one, they looked like they were from the 1970s and were of Bernards wife in various poses on a bed. She was a good looking woman, nice perky breasts and full shock of hair between her open legs.  I told him she was lovely and he was a lucky man. Then he asked me to tell him about my wife. His hand slipped down between his legs as I told him about my wife and answered his questions about her age, size, her sexual history, and what she liked in bed. he asked me if I had any pics of her, 'I have some of her on my phone if you want to see, they're not rude ones but see what you think'. I passed my phone over to him and he starts feeling himself up through his trousers as he flicks through her pics, some of them some showing her lovely cleavage and 38c tits. He's telling me how fit she is and how he'd love to have a feel of those big tits, asking me if him talking about her like this was turning me on. I laughed and told him he could find out the answer to that himself.

I let my knees fall apart and felt his hand on my thigh, sliding up to my crotch. He puts the phone aside and starts to undo my shorts, slipping his hand into my boxers and feeling my semi hard cock. I leaned back on the sofa and opened my legs wider, feeling my cock harden in his palm as he stroked me. 'Hmmm what a lovely stiff cock, I bet your wife loves having this up inside her'. He held my cock and leaned over, putting his head in my lap. I could feel his lips slip down over me, making my penis swell in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the head. His other hand was tugging at my shorts so I lifted my bum to allow him to pull them down around my ankles.

I could feel the cool leather sofa against my bum cheeks as he sucked me, his head bobbing up and down in my lap. I felt his hand slide up under my balls, his finger was searching out my hole so lifted myself up further, making it easier for him to finger me. No sooner had his finger pushed inside me then I started to spunk in his mouth, gasping and pushing my cock up as I came and hearing him splutter as he tried to swallow my load. 

He then stood up in front of me, undoing his trousers, making it clear that he wanted me to reciprocate. I reached out my hand and fondled the outline of his bulging cock through his briefs and felt him push back on me, a decent sized bulge forming in my hand. Just as I was about to fish him out of his briefs we heard voices outside, and both moved like startled rabbits to make ourselves decent! Bernard checked though the window and whoever it was had gone but so had the moment. I told him Id better be getting back and that Id see him again and hurried home.