After being retired for a few months, I needed something to do. Being a keen gardener and having done everything I wanted with our garden, an allotment sounded like a good idea.
My application took a few months before I was allocated one and I went to see it in order to ascertain what was needed and make plans for. The plot itself was a fair size and it had quite a large shed which was in surprisingly good condition. However, it didn’t look like anything had been grown in it, except weeds, for the past year.
Trying to find out about it, I asked other tenants and found out that it had been well used by the previous tenant but that he had passed on. The shed, they said, was his pride and joy and he spent a great deal of time there with friends. They thought he was escaping his wife as she rarely made an appearance.
Thankfully the key I was given when I signed for it fitted the shed and in I went. It was quite large with plenty of room to move around. There were shelves and a couple of cupboards and left behind were tea making facilities and what looked like an old armchair. This was going to be comfortable.
After ten minutes or so and checking everything, I started to feel sensual. It came as a surprise to me but I put it down to the excitement of my new project and it would pass. Two hours later and concluding my plans and thinking about what was to be grown and where, the feeling of wanting to be sexual only got stronger. This came as a pleasant surprise to me as my libido had been slipping these past few months.
I’ll sort this out when I get home I thought.
Arriving back to an empty house and a little sweaty from poking around the allotment I stripped off to take a shower. My cock stood to attention as I undressed. I was only sorry my wife wasn’t here to witness it standing so proud and rigid. Under the warm shower I soaped myself and paid particular attention to my nether regions which gave me an overwhelming urge to let fly my manhood. I came very quickly, projecting cum further than I had done for quite some time.
Putting it all down to the excitement of my new project I dressed and made tea for myself and my wife. The evening was like any other including discussing my plans for the allotment . Off to bed with a head full of ideas that I couldn’t wait to get started.
The following day, full of enthusiasm, I loaded the car with tools so I could prepare the ground for planting and sowing. I dumped everything out of the car in the shed, grabbed the spade and set about digging ground over. Forty minutes later and in need of a break I went back into the shed to boil the kettle on the primus stove. Tea made, I sat in the left behind chair and rested.
After ten minutes or so the same sensual feeling from yesterday returned. It occurred to me that it must be all that fresh air and exercise reviving my sexual urges. It was also unusual for me to be wanting sexual release two days on the run, well not since my youth. Tea finished, I went out and did some more digging and no more thoughts of sex occurred that morning. However, I did notice that every time I took a break for longer than ten minutes in the shed the same feeling of arousal returned.
What made me chuckle was the feeling that the previous tenant of this allotment had enjoyed himself sexually in this shed and his ghost was haunting it and reliving previous sexual experiences here. Still smiling and feeling frisky myself, I locked up and went home to shower.
What happened yesterday in the shower happened again and it took very little time to send my seed flying from me as though I was a young man again. Surprised and feeling very pleased with myself I towelled off and went down for tea.
The following morning my wife informed me that she fancied a couple of glasses of Prosecco in the evening. This was always a prelude or code for her wanting sex that evening and being the good husband I was, I always obliged. On this day though, I was a little nervous. I’d already scattered my seed twice in the last two days in what were very intense orgasms and I thought I wouldn’t be able to cum. Then I’d get questioned about it.
My solution was to work very hard at the allotment so that I would be tired and therefore have an excuse for not performing as well as I should. So off I went prepared for a hard day’s digging and weeding.
When you’re retired your body can’t do the things your mind thinks it can do and after a good hard hour of grafting I needed a break. Kettle on and sitting in the chair I considered what I had done and what was still needed to do. Bit by bit the feeling of sensuality invaded my head again and all I could think about was sex. My cock was hard again and I felt an urgent need to get it out and masturbate.
Knowing what was probably going to be required of me tonight, I resisted, but was reassured that I would probably not let my wife down. I was, however, extremely surprised that I needed release again after the last two days of spilling my seed but I was now looking forward to pouring my wife a glass or two of Prosecco and ploughing her garden with my cock tonight.
Finding it difficult to concentrate on the allotment and my cock twitching throughout the day I finished early and eagerly returned home to shower and await the call to open a bottle of Prosecco. The desire for sex had started to increase whenever I entered the shed and by the time I had locked up my cock was causing problems with its independence and protrusion from my trousers.
At home now and showered my cock refused to go down completely but remained half hard and would rise again at the slightest provocation. Trying to keep it under control was proving to be very difficult so I was more than ready when she asked me to pour her a glass of her favourite tipple.
The usual signs started just after she had finished her first glass. She generally starts with her stroking my arms and getting closer to me. Next it’s the kisses and then it’s into the business. This time the business was led by a very eager me and before we could get up to the bedroom her clothes were off and I was facing the garden I was going to plough later. But before that I really wanted to taste it first.
The next ten minutes or so was spent with me licking her out as deep as my tongue would go inside her and her writhing and bucking in return. As I raised my head from between her thighs she cupped it with both hands and brought it to hers. She then kissed me and proceeded to lick her own juices from my now very wet face.
I couldn’t wait any longer and with as much urgency as I could muster my cock found her now very moist garden and my plough cock slipped in. Still trying to control myself I started slowly and gradually built up a pace. I couldn’t believe how eager I was to be doing this and before I knew it I was pounding into her like a train . My wife at this point was staring wide eyed and breathing hard so when she gripped my arms tightly I knew she was cumming and I let myself go at the same time.
Her orgasm must have been very intense judging by the grip she had on my arms and I must admit mine was as forceful as hers too. We just looked at each other trying to get our breaths back, her eyes still wide and staring wildly at me . Gathering our clothes my wife just smiled at me and commented about the urgency and intensity of it and if that’s what a day at the allotment does to me then I’d better go back again tomorrow.
Well there was no tomorrow or the day after as I had other business that needed my attention but on day three I duly arrived at the allotment to finish off some weeding and lay out a few beds ready for planting. I hung my coat up in the shed and set to with my spade and rake.
An hour later I was back in the shed with the kettle on and waiting for it to boil. By the time my tea was ready the same sensual feeling overcame me again and memories of three nights ago came flooding back and I found myself with an erection. As best I could I couldn’t get it to deflate fully and spent most of the day in a state of arousal.
By mid afternoon l had decided I’d done enough when a fellow allotment holder introduced himself to me. His name was Ron and he sounded very knowledgeable about all things plant wise. I offered to make us both a cup of tea which he gratefully accepted.
Once inside Ron commented that he and Bill (the previous tenant) had spent many a happy hour in the shed. He smiled when he told me and then asked if I’d noticed anything unusual about the place. Confused, I told him no and he made no further comment about it. Instead we chatted everything allotment and drank our tea.
Ten minutes later the sensual feeling returned and my lazy erection came back to life .I’d managed to keep it covered under my loose shirt but there was no way I could get up from the chair without it being very noticeable. Wondering what on earth I could do I noticed that Ron had a bulge in his trousers too.
He just smiled and reminded me again if I’d noticed anything unusual about the shed and asked if I’d been aware of how horny I’d felt when in it after a few minutes . I confessed that I had but that it couldn’t be the shed. He stood up and his erection was very evident. He also bet me that I probably had one too. I admitted that I did and he said that him and Bill always got one whenever they sat in here for a short length of time.
Ron now had his hand on his trousers gently rubbing his crotch area saying that he and Bill would often masturbate together and they felt no embarrassment about doing it in front of each other and would I like to do the same? Whilst I felt the need to relieve myself I declined the offer . This didn’t stop Ron, who now pulled his zip down and twisted out his cock ready to give it a rub.
If I got up to leave, my erection would be very obvious and unsure as to what to do I ended up just sitting there while Ron pulled his foreskin back and forth with ever increasing speed until he eventually let out a moan and let fly his seed. I was mesmerised and transfixed. I should have been appalled but my own cock had taken on a life of its own and refused to go down.
Ron, coming down from his orgasm, encouraged me to stand up knowing full well that I had an erection and that it would be plain enough to see. I’ve no idea why I did it but I did stand up. Sure enough my , by now, very hard erection was poking out from beneath my trousers and the restraining pressure it felt only heightened the intense feeling and increased the need to let go of my seed and cum.
I could stand it no longer and undid my trousers and let them fall to the ground. My cock was as hard as it could be and took hold of it to give it a rub. I lasted no time at all and orgasmed, sending jets of sperm flying from my cock onto the floor.
The relief I felt from cumming was like the relief you feel after not wanking or fucking for a few weeks. Strange, as it was the forth time I had in about a week. I should have felt embarrassed and ashamed of what I’d done but I didn’t. This was a shock as I’d never have exposed myself sexually to another man, let alone witness another man wanking off in front of me.
Ron just smiled and asked me if I was alright. I was. There was no feeling of regret or remorse, in fact I felt satisfied. There was more to this shed than I thought.
