I lived in the Southwest US when I was in my 30s and used to spend a lot of time in my backyard nude, sometimes just doing yard work, and other times full-on wanking, sometimes with a thick, vibrating dildo up my ass. My yard had a wall around it, so I didn't intend to have an audience.
However, one such heady afternoon, ca. 2007, I was out under the hot sun, watering the plants and trees and walking around naked while listening to my iPod. Eventually, I was startled by some shouting, and when I looked behind me, I spotted two young guys calling out from over the side wall and waving their arms, trying to get my attention. I jumped, brayed some obscenities, dropped the garden hose and took out my earphones. I recognized one of them as Adam, the son of my neighbor; they were both probably about 20-22 years old. They had kicked a soccer ball into my backyard and were asking me to get it for them.
I picked up their ball and tossed it over the wall, and then wasted no time going back inside to put on some clothes, thinking, shit, that was the end of my outdoor nudity habits. After I'd gone in, I could still hear them out there talking and chuckling and Adam saying something about my ex-partner.
Then they soon knocked at my front door. At first, I was alarmed and thought I should ignore it, especially as I hadn't yet gotten as far as my bedroom to get dressed. I hoped they would just go away when I waited, but they persisted. So, I figured, what the hell. I answered the door cautiously, still balls-out naked but standing behind it, and asked what they wanted now that they had their ball back. Adam, the cuter of the two, grinned with a raised eyebrow and asked if I always did yard work nude. I said no, but that I had already goten naked because I planned to jump in the shower and then remembered the yard work had to be done first.
Almost before I could finish my sentence, the other guy dropped the ball on the porch, unzipped his pants and plunged his hand inside, grabbing his (huge) half-erect bulge. His intense green eyes were transfixed on mine, seeing that I was watching everything he was doing, and then Adam asked if they could come in. I was dumbfounded.
It all happened so fast. In a feverish shuffle, their shirts and shorts were off before we even made it down the hall into my bedroom, and in an instant, Adam's throat engulfed my raging cock. He had positioned himself under me, with his head near the edge of the bed. The other guy (I regret that I never got his name, but whatever, call him Matt) found the lube on my nightstand and helped himself. He got behind me and deftly worked his fat meat inside. It hurt, and his thrusts became so deep that my eyes watered, and then it just felt really hot and wet. Adam continued wolfing down my cock as I swallowed his fat tool in the most blissful 69 I've ever had in my life, while Matt continued to pound into my aching ass. We sucked and fucked like champs for over three hours, in every configuration imaginable. I was thrilled that they were both versatile (as I am), and to this day, I'll never forget Adam's handsome, mischievous face every time he ejaculated and how sweet their copious young cum tasted, especially when both of them finally shot their warm loads in my mouth at the same time.
We repeated variations of this scene for several months after that, as well as several hot sucking sessions outside in my backyard before I moved out of state for work.
