At the Duckpond Again

The two weeks seemed like an age, but here he was again approaching the duckpond with his heart thumping with anticipation, excitement? - He didn't know which.
'Will he be there?' It was already nearly five to six and he had no means of letting him know that he would be so late.
Where was he? There was no dark suited figure at the railings as expected. 'Oh God' he tghought 'He hasn't waited'.
Just then, a voice said "So glad you could make it, old boy, do come and sit down here".
Frederik was dressed in linen slacks and a white polo shirt and was sitting on a bench the other side of the path facing the grassy area where children played and lovers lay in the hot summer weather.

"So very sorry I'm late. Just couldn't be helped I'm afraid."

"Think nothing of it, my dear, I've been well entertained just sitting here. See that couple just there. He is lying on her. Well, earlier, she was on top, and though one couldn't actually see anything, I'm quite sure that she was masturbating him, from their movements. Lucky young fellow, what! She's very young and awfully pretty. I do wish them luck, you know. She must have made him come because there was such a scuffling and she produced a handkercheif out of her handbag and it disappeared between them! Then more scuffling and fun and games while they sorted themselves out. Now he is on top and I figure that he is trying to get it in to her, but without success I fear. Probably one ejaculation is all he can manage."
"Enough of all this now, let us stroll off to my place and we can tell each other about what the last two weeks have brought us."

On the way, Frederik told a few anecdotes about his experiences advising on the legal side of a proposed contract between an Arab government and a British government supported trade contract. Reginald had not got too much to report from his job in insurance.
What did it matter; Frederik obviously enjoyed talking.

Arriving, Frederik made tea and they setted down and allowed there hands to wander over each other. Frederik was much easier to get at, dressed as he was.
"Now, how about that shower", he said, "I want to get you out of those clothes you see."
In the shower, Frederik took Reginald's penis in his hand and bent down and put it in his mouth.
When he got it hard he soaped it and soaped his bum, turned his back on him, bent down and positioning cock to hole, pushed hard and in it went, all the way!
"I knew we could do it" he said, "now fuck me properly."

It was quite incredible the feelings that were let loose in Reginald. It was just like, if not better than his first fuck with a womman, so many years before.

"Please don't come yet, we have plenty of time to just enjoy each other,and that was a very good start, what!"
For the next two hours they did every thing at least twice over.
"Practice makes perfect" said Frederik, "You are really getting the hang of it. I see many a fine evening ahead of us. Pamela will be so delighted when I tell her. She thought that you probably wouldn't turn up. Says she wants to meet you, by the way, but that can wait. Let's just enjoy each other for the time being. Of course, IF you want it, of course my dear, we will arrange it, but I think it really ought to wait awhile.'

Reginald decided to walk home after that and he did so with a very lght step. His heart was singing and despite the summer heat, he had spring in his heart and a spring to his step.

He was still up when Beth came home.

"Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?" she asked.

He just could not tell her!