He shared a house with his two teenage sons, somewhere on the outskirts of town, his wife having sadly died a few years ago; this much I had learnt from this taciturn man.Of course I had a crush on him. Some of the drips from his hood trickled down onto his scrunched up pants, but he didn’t seem to mind.Enjoying himself, he took his cock in his hand and waved it about like a sprinkler before holding it up (was it getting hard?) and watching as the piss arced like a fountain at Versailles, a few drops even splashing against the window. Gay porn Besides, I’m way too old to be climbing ladders and fooling about with sharp implements.Not that he was young; probably mid to late 40s, his face and taut body indicative of a life lived well but hard. I’d caught him one day when I was mucking around in there and had spied him through the Venetian blinds on the back window, happily invisible to him whilst he was on full display to me. I’d noticed him downing his clippers and removing his gloves, throwing them carelessly onto the lawn before undoing the cord on his pants and pushing them down to his knees, revealing a very beautiful cock and heavy
