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The Windmill
Three or four months after our new neighbours had finally stopped banging and sawing and drilling , the noises you expect from someone turning a house into a home . I was sitting on my patio at the very end of my garden reading a book ,enjoying the afternoon warm sunshine when I heard a drill being used on the other side of my 8 foot wooden fence which I had erected to maintain privacy and thought , Fuck !!! there goes my quiet and pleasant afternoon , when a head and then a torso popped up over the fence and a Pleasant Polish sounding voice said hello !! I returned the greeting to which he replied ( in flawless English ) sorry about the noise , I`ll only be five minutes and you can have your lovely quit sunny day back ! I couldn't`t help but smile and told him it was ok He then disappeared and popped back up holding a fancy decorative windmill which he began fixing to the fence. I looked on intrigued as it grew tall until it was three feet above the fence top. Once it was screwed in place , Szymon , as I now knew his name to be, started to stretch up to spray WD40 on the bearing To do this comfortably he had to get higher on his ladder and to my surprise and delight I could see his pubic hair and the base of his cock !!!
Szymon had finished spraying but I could see he was holding the poise whilst looking at the bulge in my shorts , on the spur of the moment I dropped my shorts and said " a little too warm for those " and he smiled even wider. After a furtive look round he stretched even higher , revealing a fabulous thick cock which began to swell as quick as mine . having established that we were both naturists he stepped back down a little ,never taking his eyes off my now fully erect manhood with its precum glistening head. Do you fancy a beer he asked, to which I said sure and he disappeared .
Ten minutes later I was beginning to think he had changed his mind when my doorbell rang . Fuck I thought , that's my afternoon ruined . I donned my shorts again and went to the door to be confronted by Szymon in just shorts and trainers clutching a cooler bag full of beer. Well my face split from ear to ear with the smile I gave him and butterflies of expectation made me feel like a virgin on a first date . I told him to come in but made the entrance narrow so his cock had to brush my leg . He gave me a grin as if to say nice and instead of a rapid entrance he rubbed his swelling cock against my thigh .
We went through to the kitchen where we opened a beer each and shrugged off our shorts before going out through the patio doors to the garden which, I noticed met with his approval. I let him lead the way down the path to the seating area so I could study the locomotion of that tight little backside , he guessed what I was doing and gave a little twerk halfway ha ha ha I knew we would be great neighbours
he had my sense of humour .
Rather than sit on chairs opposite each other, as men usually do we shared the settee and clinked bottles ( that's an alcoholic salute not a metaphor )
, I felt the heat from his athletic thigh as we spread our legs , revealing the menu , so to speak , and both cocks rose instantly . It was a bit too tight on the small settee so I stood up and moved the table back ( bending over to show my little puckered star and then turning back I knelt between his legs and gave him a lurid grin, the party was about to begin !!!! ..... to be continued ....
Three or four months after our new neighbours had finally stopped banging and sawing and drilling , the noises you expect from someone turning a house into a home . I was sitting on my patio at the very end of my garden reading a book ,enjoying the afternoon warm sunshine when I heard a drill being used on the other side of my 8 foot wooden fence which I had erected to maintain privacy and thought , Fuck !!! there goes my quiet and pleasant afternoon , when a head and then a torso popped up over the fence and a Pleasant Polish sounding voice said hello !! I returned the greeting to which he replied ( in flawless English ) sorry about the noise , I`ll only be five minutes and you can have your lovely quit sunny day back ! I couldn't`t help but smile and told him it was ok He then disappeared and popped back up holding a fancy decorative windmill which he began fixing to the fence. I looked on intrigued as it grew tall until it was three feet above the fence top. Once it was screwed in place , Szymon , as I now knew his name to be, started to stretch up to spray WD40 on the bearing To do this comfortably he had to get higher on his ladder and to my surprise and delight I could see his pubic hair and the base of his cock !!!
Szymon had finished spraying but I could see he was holding the poise whilst looking at the bulge in my shorts , on the spur of the moment I dropped my shorts and said " a little too warm for those " and he smiled even wider. After a furtive look round he stretched even higher , revealing a fabulous thick cock which began to swell as quick as mine . having established that we were both naturists he stepped back down a little ,never taking his eyes off my now fully erect manhood with its precum glistening head. Do you fancy a beer he asked, to which I said sure and he disappeared .
Ten minutes later I was beginning to think he had changed his mind when my doorbell rang . Fuck I thought , that's my afternoon ruined . I donned my shorts again and went to the door to be confronted by Szymon in just shorts and trainers clutching a cooler bag full of beer. Well my face split from ear to ear with the smile I gave him and butterflies of expectation made me feel like a virgin on a first date . I told him to come in but made the entrance narrow so his cock had to brush my leg . He gave me a grin as if to say nice and instead of a rapid entrance he rubbed his swelling cock against my thigh .
We went through to the kitchen where we opened a beer each and shrugged off our shorts before going out through the patio doors to the garden which, I noticed met with his approval. I let him lead the way down the path to the seating area so I could study the locomotion of that tight little backside , he guessed what I was doing and gave a little twerk halfway ha ha ha I knew we would be great neighbours
Rather than sit on chairs opposite each other, as men usually do we shared the settee and clinked bottles ( that's an alcoholic salute not a metaphor )