It was the summer of 1974 and I was after laying my hands on a copy of Confessions of a Taxi Driver by Timmy Lea, which told in graphic detail of the sexploits of a randy London taxi driver. Being the youngest of a family of seven, and looking for some privacy, I crossed a few fields to an abandoned sand quarry. There I settled down for a good read and before long I had my hand in my pants as I read about Timmy's throbbing member.

As I got more excited by my literary pursuits, I removed my T Shirt and had my shorts around my ankles. I have always liked the feeling of the air on my nakedness and the danger of being caught just heightened the thrill. Pretty soon I had my eyes closed tight and was stroking my cock vigorously as I let my imagination run riot. Suddenly I heard someone else breathing and I opened my eyes to see a neighbour Dan watching me.

My pants were pulled up and my T Shirt was back on in record time, and I stammered apologies while my mind searched for plausible excuses. I begged Dan not to tell my parents what I had been up to. Dan smiled and told me to relax, and said what I was doing was totally natural and that everyone did it. He explained that because of the strict teachings of the Catholic Church, everyone was embarrassed by it but still did it in private.

Dan must have been about 50years old at the time, although he seemed a lot older to me, and was a friend of the family kind of. My father used to rent a few drills from him every year to grow our own potatoes and vegetables, and I had grudgingly spent many a sunny summers day there, when I wanted to be at the lake swimming with my friends. He was not that tall, about five foot six or seven and he was quite round and had rosy chubby cheeks like Santa and a face that lit up when he smiled.

He smiled at me now and my heart took a leap as he placed his hand on my knee and slid it up the leg of my shorts and stroked my penis. Immediately it was rock hard and as he stroked I came almost immediately such was my excitement. Dan wiped the spatters from my thigh and brought his fingers to his lips and swallowed my juice. This shocked me and Dan burst out laughing when he saw the look on my face.

Dan then suggested that we go somewhere more private, and when I agreed he let me through some local woods to a clearing far from the public view. Dan removed my T Shirt and shorts and soon I stood naked and erect again, the cool breeze exciting me further. Dan removed his shirt to reveal a barrel of a chest divided by s strip of greying hair, that ran down to his waistband. He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his corduroy pants to his ankles. He stood there in his Y fronts, which were tented by this time. He took my hand and placed in his Y fronts as I began to stroke him slowly. Pretty soon I had his cock out of his underpants and was increasing the tempo. His cock was not that long, perhaps five inches, but boy was it thick. Hanging underneath was a pair of balls a bull would be proud of. After a few minutes of stroking him I noticed a drop of pre-cum in his cockeye. He took my wrist gently and wiped the drop on my fingers and raised them to my lips. I pulled away in disgust and he laughed at the expression on my face.

Dan swore to me that he would never do anything to hurt me, or make me do anything that I didn't want to do. He urged me to taste it and eventually I did. It was not a bad as I expected, kind of salty and catching a little on the back of the throat but not at all unpleasant. I resumed stroking Dan's throbbing cock and pretty soon he was gasping and moaning and suddenly he shot ropes of thick cum that I thought would never end.

Dan replaced his cock in his shorts and got dressed and than he knelt before me and to my surprise, took my cock in his mouth. He gently began to suck my knob quickly increasing the tempo until I too was gasping and I shot my load down his eager throat. He swallowed my load completely and rose wiping his chin, as I got dressed. He made me promise not to tell anyone, as this was to be our little secret.

Over the years Dan thought me a lot more about my body but that is for another day.

Suffice to say I never complained about having to go to his house to tend the garden again.