He showed me the garden and the high wall around it to take my fear, that we could be observed from outside. As much as I loved being seen naked by strangers, as much I feared being seen naked by people I have not chosen myself.

In one corner there were some garden implements and an old bicycle. I mounted the saddle of the bike and he tried to secure my balance by holding me. He held me by the only firm object in reach - and this was my penis. This gave us a good hearty laugh and I dismounted.

He led me to a romantic parkbench and sat down with me, still holding me by my naked waist. I leaned toward him and snuggled my head at his hairy chest and neck letting run my fingers slowly through his chest hair. He wanted to do the same, but there was no hair. Nowhere. It caught his eyes, that is - his fingertips - that, wherever on my body he put his caressing hand, he found innocent hairless skin. To my surprise, he made me lay belly-down on his laps and I was expecting a strict spanking because of my cheekiness. Instead he let his fingertips glide all along my back, my bottom cheeks and finally caressing my butt crack, where he found a similarly pink and hairless anus. Touching it gave me such a pleasure that I couldn’t help whimpering in utmost delight.

By the way: I wouldn’t have minded a spanking, though this might be a pleasure for later...

„Okay, I’ve got it! I passed away and heaven has sent me an angel for pleasure.“ he said.

„Have you ever seen an angel without wings? Or with an erection?“

„Surely not normal angels. But you belong to the caste of young Apprentice-Catamite-Angels, and they have an erection instead of wings.“

„Then Amen I say to you, let me perform my celestial mission.“

I caressed his belly and abdomen and then I resolutely spread his thighs wide and kissed, caressed and sucked everything that I found there. My lips and fingertips were ubiquitous and now it was his turn to sigh, moan and whimper, which was heavenly music in my ears. While I licked his anus I masturbated his cock and watched his big balls bouncing up and down. He uttered sounds in his zest that sounded like him being tortured. Tortured he was indeed - by my tenderness, by his horniness, by the sperm pressure inside his testy testes - and by the decades of renunciation and it’s final relief.

I sucked away his precum and took his tip into my mouth, letting my tongue run over it and my lips slip up and down over the rim of his big bell-end. I took his balls as bells and rang them to the tutti finale that suddenly filled my mouth, accompanied by deep satisfied moans.

Final applause and bows of the artist.

I still had a mouthful of sperm and I showed him, how much I liked it. I relished it in my mouth for a little while and then swallowed it with pleasure, which could no way be done in one gulp.

I began anew caressing his belly and took his penis in my mouth, sucking for some remains of yummy cream, which I would not let spoilt. With big eyes I looked up to him, still his dick in my mouth. His eyes were dreamily veiled with love and vanquished ecstasy - and a little shame.