After dinner Mom and Dad said I could go out for a couple of hours on my bike. All during dinner I had thought of nothing else but the church Deacon's big cock and how his warm hand had aroused my cock and how good it had felt. The vision of his manhood was clear in my mind and it had piqued my curiosity and left me wanting to discover more. I knew nothing of sex or the workings of an erect penis. Anyway he was now my new best friend and very nice with it!

The afternoon was quite dull and muggy, and I rode the few blocks out to the allotments and started to look for Mr March. There were a few people about tending their gardens, finally I spotted him he had a placement at the very end of the lot. I walked my bike over to him, he was busy digging, when he looked up to see my approach he beamed the biggest smile at me which made me feel very good inside and I smiled enthusiastically back at him.  Just behind where Mr March was stood was a comfortable looking shed, he saw me looking and said "want to come inside?", he put down his garden fork and told me to park my bike out of sight. l noticed that the allotment was growing quiet and there was some rain in the air. I followed into the shed and was asked to close the door. The shed was clean, dry and had a musty earthy smell, there was a small table, a wooden chair and a comfy armchair looking a bit worn. An electric kettle, mugs and heater completed the itinerary.

The church Deacon asked "What did you think about our earlier get together in the car?", "it was nice, sort of exciting" I replied. "You like our secret time then, ready to do more friendly undressing?", "I think so, I haven't done anything like this before with anyone else" I told him. "And did you like me touching you, making your cock go all stiff, do you get hard yourself, touch yourself?", I nodded and said "sometimes I get hard for no reason and enjoy the feeling of squeezing it, but when you touched me it felt really good to be hard". "We are safe and private here, no-one will see us as my plot is at the end and out of the way". Then he said, "we can have a lot of fun as secret friends and share good exciting times and feelings alone together, would you like to do that now"? It all sounded great, like an adventure or a treasure hunt and I had a stirring in my pants at the idea of seeing Mr March's huge cock again so I said "yes, I would like that very much".

Mr March stood there all 6 feet of him grinning down at me and said "OK, let's undress and look at each other properly this time" I nodded and waited for him to start, he seemed excited now and was quickly pulling his old jumper over his head revealing a hairy chest and tummy, I began pulling my t-shirt off and watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his muddy trousers letting them fall to the ground at his feet, my eyes were drawn to his white underpants which were being stretched by a large pointy bulge which stood out a long way and I guessed that his man penis was already hard again, I wondered if he was always hard like this. I was stepping out of my shorts and ready to drop my underwear and I realised that my own pants were tenting with warm excitement!   I paused to watch the Deacon remove his final garment and noticed how his long stiff manhood sprang free and stood to attention, pointing up at the join between wall and ceiling, it looked even bigger now standing out from his naked body. Long, thick and veiny, it looked strange but interestingly wonderful at the same time. Then my eyes lowered to his large hanging ball-sac which made me think about wheels on a canon! I pulled down my yfronts and felt my own erection spring free although less dramatically. I turned to face the Deacon and he to me, the freedom of being nude causing my boy penis to swell almost to its fullest extent and the Deacon said "your body is gorgeous, come and give me a hug", I liked the idea a lot and moved toward his tall hairy frame, he too a stride forward open armed and wrapped me to him, his warm skin felt so nice but his big erection got in the way as it pressed against my ribcage, still we embraced with my hands holding his firm bottom. "Mmmmm" he said, "I love your firm smooth body, it feels so good, let's stand you on a crate so that our cocks can touch". He dragged over an old milk bottle crate andv helped me to stand on it. Soon we were embracing again, this time our faces and excited cocks were close together and Mr March had his big hands on my small bottom pulling us tight together, my 3 inch long hard-on pressing up against his heavy, thick hot hard 8 incher, it felt so wonderful. Then without warning the Deacon lifted me up causing me to grab a hold around his neck to cling on my thighs gripped his waist, once he had me in his arms he began to flex his hips and rub his huge cock up and down so it slid on my cock, my tummy and at times he dipped its swollen tip between my open thighs, he panted and moaned as he moved my light body around, I looked down between our closely locked bodies to see how the Deacons cock skin slid up and down sometimes showing a big pink shiny helmet which was glistening wet, then his floppy skin would hide it once more. He said "I love holding you, do you like it too"? I answered "it is nice to be cuddled and I like watching your hard cock getting wet, will it pee on me"?. At this Mr March put me down on the bare dusty floorboards and replied "oh no, I won't pee, there is something more special to happen", "what then"? I asked. "You will see soon enough, do you want to touch it while I play with yours again"? Now this I wanted more than anything so I said excitedly "yes please!".

The Deacon sat down in the big padded armchair and lifted me easily onto his lap, we got comfy and he said "go for it then", I was so close to his long dick I only had to reach a short distance before my fingertips brushed against it, it was hot to the touch and it jumped a little and Mr M sighed with pleasure, "wrap your fingers around it" he said almost pleadingly, so I did, my small hand wouldn't reach all the way but I grasped almost all of its thickness, it felt so stiff, I remembered how he had rubbed it himself in the car earlier so I copied his movement. "Oh yes, that is the way, keep doing that for me" he whispered, rain began to fall outside and I could hear it on the roof, now I felt all cosy and warm. My fingers gripped his cock more firmly and I felt his foreskin move easily on his steely shaft, it slid like a loose sock against an iron bar, I loved the feel of him and concentrated hard on performing this seemingly important task, Mr M had his eyes closed and his hand joined mine to show me how to bring his skin all the way down so that the purple knob came out and then how to work the silky skin up and over it again. I worked the skin just how he showed me, the smooth round head becoming wetter and it glistened, my hand travelled from the hairy base all the way up until my small fist hit the underside of the glans, Mr M moaned with pleasure and mumbled words of praise and encouragement. Lost in concentration I didn't notice the Deacons hand moving towards my lap and prominent erection then suddenly I felt warm fingers taking hold of my little hard-on it thrilled me so I shuffled myself around to be easier to fondle, his hand travelled under my balls tickling, caressing and stroking, it felt amazing. The Deacon spoke huskily, "your cock is bigger than I thought it would be, do you like having it played with"? I answered "yes it feels like magic, how does my hand feel on you"? He looked me in the eyes and replied " you are giving me so much pleasure and soon you will see what happens when a man's erect penis is treated in this way". Then moving beneath me he urged me to stand as he stood. "Now move your hand faster on my hard cock, stroke my skin with more speed and squeeze harder and watch what happens. I stood opposite and moved closer taking a good grip of his huge trembling cock I rubbed him fast and hard eager to see what would happen, Mr M was slightly thrusting his hips and I could have sworn that his penis was getting harder and thicker if that was possible, then the Deacon grabbed both my shoulders with his hands in an attempt to steady his balance, he helped and cried out which kind of scared me, still I thrust my hand efficiently and speedily along his towering cock when I felt it swell and throb, Mr M rocked on his heels as a jet of pure white liquid shot from the end of his purple knob over my naked chest, it startled me, it was not and runny, my hand continued to rub as more white fluid spewed out so powerfully it fired uncontrollably into my tummy, my hard cock and flying down onto my feet, I watched with amazement and felt Mr M's rock hard erection jump and swell in my stroking hand, then he pulled me to him, hugging me, I let loose his hardness and hugged him back, still I could feel his throbbing manhood shooting its gooey cream against my smooth body, he held me tight kissing the top of my head and murmuring how lovely I was and how I had pleased him. After a while he let me go and I could see and feel his cooling mess on my body, there was so much. Mr M's cock looked pink and flushed, a long string of fluid hung from his knob. "Quick sit in the armchair" he said urgently, I sat down as the Deacon knelt between my thighs and surprised me once again by taking my slimy hard boy penis into his warm mouth, he sucked and licked and I felt his lips working my foreskin, the feeling was unbelievable, he licked the goo from my tummy and stroked my cock, now he was rubbing my cock faster and harder, the heat built up and he rubbed the skin around my sensitive glans, the feeling sublime, I felt like I was going to burst inside, his fingers rubbed and squeezed, my hips wriggled, a thrilling powerful force was building that I had never felt before then it slammed in to me, my cock throbbed and jumped in his pumping hand, a hot feeling rushed through me and shook me, my cock tingled with pleasure-pain, it was indescribable and wonderful. My whole body shuddered as this new feeling coursed through me and the Deacon held me once more whilst gently easing out the final thoes of what I later found out was an orgasm of epic proportion. We sat together getting our breaths back and I asked "is that the feeling you had earlier", "yes he confirmed", "wow" I said, then thoughtfully I went on, I had no white cream flow from my cock". He answered me assuringly "you will one day soon, have you not rubbed yourself for that long before today"? "No" I admited. "He said "well you know what to do now and when your body is ready you will get what is called 'cum', that is the white cream you saw, only wank yourself when you are by yourself or with your special friend" and grinned again. "Practice before we meet secretly again, that is if you want to meet up like this again"? I couldn't think of anything better and beamed back at him. OK let's get dressed. I noticed that my penis had gone soft and that the Deacon's was laying along his thigh looking smaller and wrinkled and had dribbled even more 'cum' onto his leg. "Next Sunday then" he asked, "Yes please" I said.