Can't Fight the Feeling

Still Can't Fight the Feeling

The feeling of satisfaction didn’t last long.

Two weeks, and a visit to the clinic for testing later, I was crawling in my skin as the summer continued on and there seemed to be hot guys everywhere.

Hot guys my age with their families at the park in shorts that showed off nice legs.

Hot guys older than me walking their dogs, big arms holding the leash and smiling politely at me as I walked by.

Hot guys in flip flops, showing off wide manly feet and making me glance downwards nonstop just to stare.

Hot guys in cars, shirtless, showing off muscles after a day’s work driving home by me.

I was going nuts.

It didn’t help that my wife was still feeling crappy and sex was not even to be discussed. I found myself working out harder than ever, as if I was back in university training with Aaron just to keep up with him. I suddenly wondered what he was doing, where he was, if he was married, and still lusted for my ass. If I had kept in touch, I would be calling him right now, desperate to get at that big muscled ginger body of his once again. He’d fuck me for sure.

Or my professor. He came to my rescue that one time after Joe died. He’d do it again, I was sure of it.

Or John, from the car dealership. Fuck, I thought, JOHN. What a stud he was. And how I had broke it off with him because he was getting married. Stupid stupid stupid! I thought, as I found myself craving his big dick as my wife sat across from me in the living room that morning.

“Do you want to go to the Conservation Area today to cool off?” I suddenly suggested, thinking I could gaze at more men, shirtless and in bathing suits at that.

Allie looked over at me and smiled. “That would be great. Joshy loves the water.” She said in baby talk suddenly to our son who was sitting on the floor beside her.

So does daddy, I thought to myself.

We hadn’t been back to the conservation area in two weeks, where I had stared at that big blonde guy. Uncle Ian I remembered hearing. As we pulled in I pictured him, in my head, throwing kids around the lake, his big smooth tanned body glistening in the sun, his blonde messy hair hanging wet on the top of his head as water beaded down the shaved sides, his big bubble ass displayed in his swimsuit, and those thick meaty legs that ended in perfectly wide arched feet….

“You okay?” I heard Allie say beside me as I parked the car and realized I hadn’t moved, lost in thought at Uncle Ian.

“Yeah, just thinking.” I mumbled and got out, heading to the trunk for the materials for the day: blankets, chairs, cooler, diaper bag, hats.

We went to the spot we were at before and I found myself looking up the other side for Ian and his family. My heart fluttered as I saw a bunch of kids, but there was no big hunk around them. I figured it was unlikely that I would come across him here again.

But an hour later, as I was playing in the water with my son, Uncle Ian returned.

I cursed myself for not having my sunglasses on when I spotted him with two girls and a woman in tow. I spotted him right away, his big blonde figure in a white tank top and a light grey bathing suit that ended just above his knees, making his way to around the same spot they were in the last time, carrying a large cooler in his hands, making his biceps stand out even from a distance. I could see the black flip flops he had on at the end of his sculpted legs, looking mighty fine from a distance as I studied the curves from his thighs to his knees and then from his knees to his ankles. He definitely worked hard on those legs. And it paid off.

I watched his family set up, with him doing most of the work quickly. His girls looked to be about 8 or 10, somewhere in that vicinity. His wife looked a lot like mine, very pretty with a great figure, except mine was pregnant and starting to balloon out in a good way. I couldn’t help but stare at him, watching the way he moved, the way he walked, the way he took charge. He was a masculine looking guy in every manner. And it was because of him that I ended up cruising around the last time and ended up with a stranger’s dick in my ass.

And just as I watched him pull his tank top off and reveal that glorious upper body, Allie picked up Josh and said she was taking him for a snack and to get out of the sun. I hesitated as I saw Uncle Ian heading to the water in my direction.

“Okay. I’m just going to go in for a swim then.” I said, looking at her with a smile.

I stood there for a moment half turned in Ian’s direction watching him come to the lake. All of the energy setting up their spot must have made him hot, and he was obviously coming to the water to cool down.

I waded into the water up to my waist to show off my upper body and hide my thickening cock, purposely walking towards him as he neared the beach. I kept casually looking up, willing him to notice me as he did the last time. I was sure that he had stared back at me and was checking me out secretly as much as I was checking him out. And sure enough, I saw him do a little double take as he approached.

I turned more sideways at that point and waded in further, letting the water move past my bellybutton to cool me down. I shivered a bit and turned sideways to see Ian doing the same thing, maybe a little quicker than me, but certainly wading towards me.

There weren’t a lot of people in the water, and even less past waist deep. So this seemed like the perfect opportunity to get to know this hunk as he waded closer and closer towards me.

I glanced over sideways and saw him about twenty feet from me as the water went up to my nipples. I looked again, and noticed that he was looking at me too. I smiled instinctively and he gave that manly nod with his lips pursed together. My heart did a summersault.

I lifted my feet and submerged up to my neck, closing my eyes at the cool feeling as I heard a splash and glanced over to see the hunk gone for a few seconds, only to see him rise silently completely wet. He brushed the water from his face and opened his eyes directly at me and caught me staring.

“Water’s beautiful, eh?” His silky voice said through his grin as he floated closer.

I nodded back, giving him the same look he had just given me. “It’s beautiful alright.” I said back, smiling now widely. He was even better looking up close. I could feel my cock swelling in my bathing suit. My heart was beating furiously in my chest as those feelings I had kept down for so long were now on the rise once again.

“I think I saw you here before? Last week? With your boy?” He said pointing to the area I had been with Josh.

“Yep. A couple weeks ago I think. I noticed you too throwing kids around when we were here.”

He laughed genuinely, and I was smitten. He even had a sexy laugh. And one great smile, teeth white and straight. Lips full and dying to be kissed. “Ah yeah, that’s right. I was here with my wife’s family. Too many kids wanting to be thrown around.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you have just have the one kid?”

I nodded. “Yeah, he’s one. Another one on the way.” This time I rolled my eyes.

“Congrats!” The man shook his head. “You look way too young to be a dad.”

“Just turned 30.” I was used to this comment, having looked so young all my life and even now, still getting carded at casinos and liquor stores. So it was natural for me to prove my age.

“Fuck off.” He said lowly, smiling at me. “No way. I pegged you at like 21.”

I sort of frowned at him as he drifted closer, hoping he was exactly what I had been longing for. “Thanks for that, but yeah, 30.”

He nodded in appreciation. “Well whatever you’re doing keep doing it. It’s working for you.” His eyes stayed on me and I knew that look. His blue eyes weren’t trying to hide anything. I felt flutters and all my emotions came bubbling up.

“What about you? How many of those little buggers that you were tossing around are yours?”

He suddenly turned to look back at his family and laughed a bit. “Ha! Yeah I was tossing little monsters like it was a sport that day. Just two of them, the two girls over there. We are just us today. The others were all my nephews and niece.” He pointed to the far right as if I hadn’t already known where he had set up camp with his family for the day. “That’s my wife and girls. I needed to cool off right away after getting here. If you know what I mean.”

I gave a little snort. “I know what you mean.”

His eyes glared at me and he sort of moved onto his back a bit and lifted his feet up so he was floating. I could see his round toes above the water as he floated closer. His eyes were still sort of searching mine so I thought, what the hell.

“You look pretty good yourself there. It’s nice to see a dad staying in such great shape.”

His eyes registered something, as if we were speaking the same language secretly, and he gave a slow smile. “Thanks bud. Yeah…I’ve always tried to keep in shape. Athlete all my life so….” He shrugged and let his feet sink into the water again. “And what can I say? I love getting the stares.” He winked at me and smiled, blowing bubbles in the water as he disappeared under the water only to return almost immediately with a wet head and a bigger smile. He was closer than ever. As I treaded water, I realized that we were only a few feet apart.

“I think you were getting a lot of stares.” I said with a half grin.

“I don’t think I’m the only one getting stares today. You’re a pretty buff guy.” He grinned.

My cock was hard as we talked, and I was starting to feel like I needed to stand on the bottom again but I didn’t want to leave this erotically fueled conversation I was having in the middle of the deep end of the lake all alone with this man.

“I think you’re more buff than I am.” I said cautiously. He flipped over on his back again and I could see his crotch come above the water, along with his knees and his toes again, those big pecs displaying themselves as well. Fuck, he looked great.

“Well I’m a bigger guy, but you’re more toned.” He said it quietly, still staring at me. “I guess it all depends what you’re into. Me?” He turned around and let his body sink into the water again and looked behind him before he swam a bit closer. “I like toned.”

I continued to hold his gaze, feeling my heart beating like mad under the water. I wasn’t sure how long I could tread water with this hunk so close. “I like em bigger.”

His mouth was in the water so he looked like a crocodile moving in closer, but his eyes stayed on mine. “Interesting.” Was all he said.

I waited to see what he would do, as he swam closer to me. His eyes were small, his nose a perfect shape down his face. He had a square jaw that only amplified his handsome features. His wet hair was now spiky from the water, and even his ears were perfectly shaped. This man was perfect.

He did a little dive, suddenly putting his head into the water and arching his backside up so I could see it before it followed under the water. I turned to see where he would come up and he reappeared just behind me. I dunked myself, getting my head wet and giving me time to pull at my suit under the water before reemerging blowing out water. He remained close by, watching me, his eyes darting around but coming back to mine.

“I’m Ian by the way.” He finally said with a little smile, showing me his perfectly straight teeth.

“Brian.” I said.

“With an ‘I’?” He asked weirdly.

I nodded.

“Cool. So you’re “Brian” with an “Ian” in the end.” He grinned, wondering if I was understanding his implication. And boy was I ever.

I smiled widely, showing off my own perfect teeth. “Well that’s one way to think about it. Ian in the end.”

“It might be a good place to be sometime. In the end.” He said quietly. “If you like that sort of thing.”

I felt my stomach lurch and met his stare. “And if I did like that sort of thing…”

Ian raised an eyebrow. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I was shaking. Not sure if it was the water, or the conversation, or the way he was looking at me with his smile. He was a good looking guy, just my type: big, muscled, handsome, smooth. Then he wiped his face with his hands and I saw the wedding ring and felt my own.

And married.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that sort of thing.” I heard myself saying quietly, keeping my eyes on his family and mine.

Ian smiled even wider. “I know the feeling.”

I looked at him, trying to decide if he was playing me, telling me what I wanted to hear, or if he was being honest. “Do you?”

Ian straightened up again and I marveled at how square his shoulders were above the water. He had a great golden tan, his blonde hair pushed back off his head in a weird spiky way that made him look even hotter for some reason. “It’s been a while.” He lowered his mouth into the water for a moment as he looked back at his family. “Trying to be good you know? But I took one look at you and I thought, wow….”

I chuckled a bit. “That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

He smiled. “You live around here?”

“I’m about ten minutes down the road, in the new survey.”

His eyes widened. “No shit. Which side?” There was an existing new development of houses that we had just moved into across the road from the first development that went up about five years previously not far from this conservation area. Allie and I just moved in last winter.

“The newest side, so heading towards the area we are on the left I guess?”

Ian’s smile grew wider. “I’m on the other side. Been there about four years. We’re practically neighbours.”

I could feel my heart pounding, wanting something to happen. I had been too good for too long. My cruising night a couple weeks ago my only stray. Now this hot man was living across the main road from me. Tempting me.

“I have a great garage.” He said quietly. “You should come by and see it one night.” His blue eyes were sparkling in the water as he kept his mouth level with the water. He stared at me as we treaded water. I watched his shoulders as his arms moved back and forth, my cock answering for me.

“My garage is pretty empty.” I laughed. “Might have to wander by one night. Where do you live?”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning around before looking back at his family.

I sensed his worry, and thought this was it. I was misreading this, and he was now afraid to go further.

But then he told me his address which I immediately memorized. I reciprocated and gave him mine so it wasn’t one sided. I drifted closer to him, and our legs accidently bumped under the water.

“Oops.” He said as his eyebrows lifted. “Sorry about that.” He smiled and then inhaled deeply, letting his head submerge under the water quickly before coming up again silently like a navy seal. “Just so you know, I don’t normally do this.”

I gave him a small laugh. “Trust me. I don’t either. Anymore.”

“Anymore?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I gave a smirk. “Well, since I married that is. Only once since then.” Just a few weeks ago actually, I thought to myself.

He nodded, his eyes staring at me. “I’m a little nervous.” He admitted, scrunching his face. “But it would be sweet to have a buddy to release with. If you know what I mean.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

He turned for a moment, back to his family before he looked back at me again, and then frowned. “You sure you’re 30?”

I laughed out loud, tossing my head back and meeting his questioning look. “Yes. 30.”

He grinned and blew bubbles again into the lake. “Pretty fuckin’ hot for 30.”

“Look who’s talking. How old are you?” I felt like a teenager again, feeling giddy and lightheaded as this hunk circled me in the lake like a shark.

“38.” He said. That was how old Joe was when I first met him. I smiled helplessly as I watched Ian move around.

“Cool.” Was all I said back.

There wasn’t a lot of people swimming around us, so Ian moved even closer as I drifted in a bit, finally setting my feet onto the bottom so I could stop treading water. I was sort of on my tiptoes as he came nearer, standing up in the water so that the waves lapped at his perfect sized nipples. I stared at his big pecs as the water dripped from them, his hands still skimming across the top of the lake as if he was still treading.

“Maybe you should go for a walk tonight. Say around 10?” He said quietly.

I nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll leave the garage up if it’s clear.” He turned his head and noticed that his girls were heading to the water. “Let’s see what fun we can get into then.” He winked and started drifting away from me, towards the girls coming in. I noticed he didn’t go above his waist, probably for the same reason I was staying put. My cock was rock hard.

I watched him for the remainder of the time we were at the beach, watching the way he laughed, the way he moved, the sun shining off his tanned blonde body. From far away he looked like a huge built man. Up close he was even hotter.

As we packed up in the late afternoon, I noticed him sitting up on his towel facing my direction. This time I felt like he was watching me packing up. I kept my shirt off till the end, giving him a little show of my smooth muscled tanned body. Maybe not as thick and big as his, but I was certainly built myself. I hoped he was one of those big guys that liked smaller guys, because I was sure into big guys.

I was quiet the rest of the afternoon and early evening, contemplating tonight’s adventure. I put Josh to bed, hoping he would settle easily. Luckily, he did, and by 9:30, Allie was already falling asleep on the couch exhausted from the sun and the weight of her pregnancy. I got her to go to bed, and told her I was going to go for a walk which wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. She didn’t even bat an eye.

I felt a pang of guilt as I quietly left the house. I was hoping though that this guy could help with these urges I was having, so I didn’t have to go back to cruising and having some random guy fuck me. Ian would be the perfect set up: a close enough neighbour, and someone so fucking hot I wouldn’t need to look anywhere else. I hoped he was as perfect on the inside as he looked on the outside.

I didn’t exactly know where I was going, but there weren’t that many streets on the other side of the main highway across from our survey. This survey that Ian lived in was older, by about five years, and only full of about 6 or seven streets as memory served from our previous walks in this area. It wasn’t long before I found the street and shoved my hands in my shorts’ pockets and looked at the house numbers.

Ian’s house was towards the end of the street and backed onto a green space from the looks of it. I had already counted out the numbers on the houses in anticipation and could see which one would be his, the garage door up already. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly approached.

For a beautiful night, there weren’t too many people out walking so I was glad to see no one ahead or behind me as I approached. I slowed down in front of his house, a big two-story model like most on the street. It was neatly landscaped, and there was one car in the driveway with another parked on one side of the double car garage. The garage itself was lit up, with rows of tool storage lining the perimeter. Items hung from the side walls – shovels, baskets with stuff in them, rakes, and more tools. Ian looked like a man’s man just from the look of his garage.

As I stood at the end of the driveway shaking nervously about going towards it, Ian came around from the side of the house and held up a hand at me in a wave. He was wearing shorts and a tank top, his massive arms on display still for me. I swallowed hard and quickly started towards him at the opening of his garage.

“Hey.” He said quietly, turning to walk into the open space beside the family van parked inside. “Glad you made it.”

As soon as I stepped inside, he hit the button to close the garage door. It made me jump a bit and suddenly worried that Ian was going to do something horrible.

He laughed and held up his hands to calm me. “Relax. Just giving us some privacy.”

I stayed near the bottom of the garage as he hovered near the top by the button. I didn’t notice a door into the house like mine, only one to the side. “You don’t have an entry to the house from here?”

Ian smiled and shook his head. “Nope. Only there.” He pointed to the side door that had a shade pulled down on it. “And that’s locked. So we’re pretty safe in here.” He leaned against the hood of the car, and turned to the fridge in the middle of the wall in the big empty space. “You want a drink or something?”

I shook my head, still trying to stop myself from shaking. “Nah, I’m okay.” I took a deep breath and let my eyes fall down to his feet in his flip flops.

“So…” He said, before this big pause came over us both. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me with a small grin on his handsome face. His arms were folded over his chest, making his biceps look even bigger than ever.

“Is everyone sleeping?” I asked, searching my brain for something to say.

He nodded and unfolded his arms and put his hands in his pockets, sticking them out a bit to hide the bulge I noticed. “Yeah, the girls went down about a half hour ago and my wife is upstairs reading, which means she will be out very soon.”

I nodded, not knowing what else to add.

“She doesn’t come in here. At all.” He pulled at his shorts, as if he was digging for something in his pockets. He smiled at me, resting against the side of the van and crossed his ankles. We said nothing for another couple seconds before he gave a small little chuckle. “You know I’m just as nervous. I don’t do this at all.”

I gave a little laugh too. “I know. Sorry.”

He looked up at the ceiling and smiled wider. “Don’t be sorry. It’s all cool. It’s just nice to meet someone hot, you know.” My eyes met his, and I relaxed a bit more.

“Yeah, I know. You’re like, so my type.” I confessed.

He grinned wider. “Yeah? Well, you’re mine.”

“Cool.” I said again, instantly regretting the lack of intelligent response. I stared at his big body leaning against the vehicle, so far away from me it seemed. The natural thing to do was to move closer. I willed my feet to move, and slowly walked towards him, choosing the spot a little to the side of him and took up a similar position against the van.

“You’re right. You have a nice garage.” I managed to say, looking at the length of red tool storage shelving along the walls.

He nodded, looking at the same stuff as me. “Yeah, I have a lot of tools. I fiddle with cars. Build things. I like to use my hands.”

I heard my breath stop and I had to relax into breathing again. He shifted a little, wiggling his ass along the van and moving slightly towards me. He bent a leg and let his foot rest on the side of the van as he continued.

“I come in here a lot actually. And when I’m in here everyone leaves me alone. So I figured it was a pretty safe place…” he trailed off, and I noticed his head was turned looking at me, a more serious look on his face. I caught his gaze, his eyes looking down my body and at my legs which were pretty toned and muscular. I started jogging a few years and my calves exploded. I was proud of my legs, and it seemed Ian was too.

I swallowed hard and shifted a little closer to him. Our bodies were almost touching at this point, both of our arms folded across our chests. Ian shifted legs, and moved his ass even closer, lifting the leg that was now directly beside me and planting his foot against the van bending his leg the knee. I could feel the blonde hairs of his leg grazing against mine beside it.

I think we both inhaled deeply at that instant feeling, the connection of our legs as I studied his foot against the van. His toes were a medium size, all perfectly proportioned to his foot, and angled down, each one slightly smaller than the one before. He had no hair on the top of his foot, or on his toes. I could see the veins in his foot, making it look so masculine and manly. His legs were covered in small blonde hairs, almost imperceptible from a distance. But as the feeling of those hairs on his legs brushed against mine, I couldn’t help but move sideways to feel more.

He didn’t move away, but breathed in only deeper and let his arms unfold, one hand slowly making its way down beside his right leg to lightly touch my left one to the side of my thigh. I kept my head down, seeing his hand splayed out now on my leg, his thick long fingers wide. I watched them flex, lightly squeezing to feel my thigh, before it started to move slowly, rubbing my leg.

“This okay.” He said quietly.

I could feel my cock hardening fast, and I worried that it was going to stretch up to his fingers in desperation like a flower aiming for the sun. “Yeah.” I said even quieter as his hand slowly moved sideways, towards my hard bulge.

I kept my arms folded over my chest, as if I could stop my heart from making so much noise. It was beating hard, and I swore he could hear it. I watched Ian’s strong hand glide over my bulge, lightly at first, until it was in the perfect position. Then he squeezed it tight.

“Nice.” He said. He grabbed his own crotch with his left hand as he continued to fondle mine. The only sound was our breathing.

I unfolded my arms and gingerly brought my hands down to my waist, sliding my right hand onto the van behind me and my other to the space just between our legs. I wanted to touch him so badly. I looked over to him, and saw that his eyes were on me, looking at me as he rubbed my dick through my pants. His blue eyes were the colour of water from this angle, and they held my gaze. His lips were slightly parted, his breath coming out in pants. He had that look of lust on his face, and I felt like I did too. As if in a trance, I moved my left hand sideways, over top of his shorts and went right for the middle.

I heard his breath suck in as I found his equally hard bulge and squeezed it tight. It felt large, like mine does when I grab my own. I saw his eyes half close as he let out a sound, almost of relief as we groped each other.

He pulled off my bulge and undid the button his shorts, pulling the fly down quickly before grabbing my crotch agian and squeezing tight. I could see his black underwear under the exposed shorts, the head of his cock almost to the waistband. I could see the outline of his cut cock clearly, and my hand went to the material fast, my thumb tracing the outline.

Ian let his head fall back a bit and his eyes closed completely. “Oh fuck.” He whispered as I saw a wet spot form at the tip. He was already leaking.

I watched him, and undid my shorts and unzipped, spreading open the sides to show off my own bulge in my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His hand went right back on it, less material in our way as he squeezed harder. We continued to rub our dicks over top of our underwear until I felt his big finger reach up to the waistband, and it slid under it, pulling it down slightly and letting his hand move underneath to my hot dick.

When his finger touched my bare flesh, I closed my eyes and let out the same sound Ian did only minutes before. His entire hand slid into my underwear and was now wrapped around my thick 8 inches and I was moaning quietly as he groped me.

I shoved my hand in his, feeling his flat hard stomach along the way until I was gripping one warm solid piece of meat. Ian’s mouth was open, his eyes still on me as his breathing increased. We were both pulling on our cocks, feeling how hard they were, feeling how thick they were, feeling how big they were at the same time. Only our underwear was still covering what we wanted to see.

I pushed off the van and turned towards him, my eyes on his crotch as I took my other hand and pulled his underwear over his dick, letting it stand out at attention for me. His blonde cock came out full force, sticking straight up in the air with two round balls underneath, hanging tight and close to his cock. His dick looked exactly like mine: cut, smooth, and about the same size. To compare, I pulled my own out of my underwear for him and I moved in front of him to compare cocks.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled, grabbing my cock and turning his hand around it, before doing the same action to his. “Twin cocks.” He giggled.

I moved closer, feeling our cocks come together side by side. It was seriously like looking at a reflection. Mine pointed to his waist as his pointed at mine, and they looked eerily similar. Even the veins running along the length seemed comparable.

“It’s like playing with my own.” I said quietly, stepping up and taking his cock in my hand and then pressing it against mine. In my own fist, I held both our cocks. Ian let out a louder moan and he started to move his hips, rubbing his dick against mine in my fist until his own hand clamped down on our dicks and our two hands started to pull at them. What a feeling, our dicks being stroked together.

I couldn’t take any more, and I dropped to my knees and swallowed his dick whole, all the way to the back of my throat. Ian fell back against the van in surprise, his head rolling back and a sharp intake of air followed.

“Holy shit!” He said again, louder as he looked down at me deep throating his dick. It felt like I was sucking my own cock. It was thick, hard, and so sweet tasting as I felt more leaking from the head. I held it in my hand and tongued the slit, making Ian shake a bit and hang on to the car for balance as he watched me.

My free hand went over his thigh, feeling how hard his legs were. From the moment I saw him in his bathing suit, I knew he had a killer body, but feeling it was even better. I moved my hand up under his shirt as I moved my head around his cock, falling back into the usual moves of pleasing a man. My fingers traced over those rippling abs I had seen today, and up to those big meaty pecs where I found a nipple and pressed my finger and thumb together. Ian moaned more and a hand moved to the back of my head tentatively.

“That feels amazing.” He moaned, barely breathing as his gasps increased. I looked up at his face staring down at me, so handsome and hot, that there was no way I was going to let this guy go anywhere. I released his dick and stood up to face him, tugging at his cock.

His eyes opened wide and he was clearly enjoying the sensation of my hand on him, but when I went towards his lips, he stopped me with a hand on my chest.

“Easy. Slow down.” He whispered.

I backed up, still holding his cock. “Sorry.”

He grinned at me. “No don’t be sorry. I’m just not used to this. Someone this hot.”

I nodded, feeling his hard cock throbbing in my hand. “Do you kiss?” I asked shyly.

He shook his head. “Not usually.” He let his head fall back again and he widened his eyes as he let out another moan as I pulled at his dick. “I normally don’t do a lot of things. But you are driving me wild already!” He breathed out. He reached out and grabbed my cock again, matching my movements as we stood inches apart. He was taller than me, so I was eye level with his chin. That perfect looking chin, on a jawline that screamed masculinity. I studied his lips as we stood jerking each other, not too thin and not too thick. His nose even looked just right from this close up. And those blue eyes were swallowing me up.

I bent down in front of him again and took his dick in my mouth and started to suck him with such force that he grabbed my head in both hands and held on.

“Holy fuck!” He groaned, trying hard not to move his hips into my face. I could tell he wanted to let go, to let it all out, but he was obviously holding back. I hankered down to the challenge, determined to suck this man’s cum right out of him.

He stopped me again, pulling his cock out and bending over slightly in deep breaths. “Holy shit buddy, you’re going to make me cum.”

I grinned, still gripping his cock. “That’s the point isn’t it?” He was tugging at my cock again, eying it as if he was tempted to suck it but still unsure.

“You want it? Down your throat?” He asked, a slight grin on his face as we looked at each other only inches apart.

I nodded. “Fuck yeah. A hot guy like you. I’ll drink it up buddy.” I smiled, looking at his lips again and wanting desperately to kiss them. Without waiting for an answer, I went back down on my knees and swallowed him deep, feeling him bending over me in shock and holding onto my shoulders as I slurped his dick like a gay pro.

“Oh my god!” He murmured, pulling my head into him closer and almost fucking my face with his hips. But he resisted once again, which only ignited my desire to bring him home.

I pushed him back against the van and moved in to him, slightly pinning him to the spot and making it more difficult for him to pull out again. I put one hand beside him against the van and started to suck him hard, using my right hand to turn around his wet cock as I cupped his nuts. The groans above me told me I was hitting all his spots.

I could feel his legs shaking and when I would look up at him, he had the same hot look on his face, his eyes glued to me and his mouth hanging open in surprise at how this felt. He was one hot dad, and I wanted his juice.

When I heard him warn me if I didn’t stop he was going to cum, I lifted my hand from the van and placed it on his stomach, pushing him harder into the van to signal to him that he wasn’t going anywhere. His hands gripped my head as he held on, his legs shaking uncontrollably as I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was going to suck every drop of out of this hot guy no matter how much my throat hurt.

He started grunting louder until he made no sound and he started to thrust into my mouth. The first shot of hot liquid startled me, but I quickly swallowed it down, flooded with more and more and more as Ian unloaded into me. His grunts returned as he held my head against his hips, making sure that I did indeed take every drop of his sweet nectar. I didn’t gag at all, but happily drank down every ounce of his hot seed, until I relaxed my jaw and let his deflated cock slide out. Even soft it looked like mine. I felt like I just sucked my own dick.

I swallowed every drop, savouring the taste of this hot man’s cum, loving the feeling as it ran down my throat. He looked at me surprised, still gasping for air.

“Holy shit that felt great!” He said breathlessly as his eyes looked down at my cock. “Come here.” He said, turning me around and pulling me backwards into his body against the van.

His big right hand reached around and grabbed my still erect dick and started to jerk it as if it was his own. I leaned my body back up against his, reveling in the feeling of a big hard muscular body once again. His other arm came around my chest and he squeezed me tight, his mouth at my ear breathing hard still as he started to pump my cock.

“It feels like mine.” He whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes and turned slightly to his mouth, yearning to feel his lips on mine. But he didn’t move closer, in fact he pulled away a bit. Not far, but just enough to be out of reach of my craning neck. His hot breath continued to breath down on me as I pushed back into his muscles, his hand doing a fine job bringing me to the edge.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, and he immediately reacted by pushing his cheek against mine.

“Yeah cum for me buddy.” He groaned in my ear, a little firmer and louder than before. The feeling of his face on mine sent me over the edge and I started to shake in his grip. He stroked my cock expertly, milking it like his own in front of him as I felt his dick pressing into my backside, hard once again as I convulsed in his arms.

I let out a small grunt and watched my cock start to shoot out my thick white liquid as his big fist stayed on my dick, pumping it up and down as he moaned in my ear. His mouth was open, and I could feel his lips brushing against the shape of my ear, as if he wanted to kiss it.

When I stopped grunting, and the last drops of my cum were done pulsing out of me, Ian gave my cock a hard squeeze and then unwrapped his cum soaked hand from my dick. He gave a little chuckle and released me, propelling me forward as he moved away from me and headed to the tool storage.

“That’s quite a load you got there. You must have been saving that one up.” He grabbed a rag and pulled his shorts up and moved to the floor in front of me.

“Not really. I jerked last night.”

Ian turned that handsome face up to me in shock as he wiped the floor of the garage. “Seriously? I’m impressed.”

I pulled my shorts up, watching him, yearning to kiss those perfect lips and feel a stronger connection.

He moved around quickly, throwing out the rag, buttoning up his short, and then giving me that look of ‘what now?’ I took the hint.

“Well that was pretty hot big guy.” I said, hearing my favourite endearment come out and I cringed a little. But Ian was smiling and nodded, his eyes looking at me as if he wanted to say something, or do something more.

“Yeah…” he started, then shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Cool.” I said, turning to look at the closed garage door.

“Right.” He said and went to the button on the wall and pressed it, the big door opening with little sound.

I started to walk away but then stopped and turned to him, giving him that contemplative look. Ian folded his arms across his chest and leaned against his van. “I think you’re a really fucking hot guy.”

He smiled. “Same.” He went to say something else but then stopped, scrunching his lips together.

I took a deep breath. “Maybe next time we can do more?” I asked tentatively.

Ian’s smile widened. “Yeah?” He put his hands in his pockets again and took a few steps towards me. He peered out into the darkness, looking for neighbours. I could still smell his cum, or maybe it was my cum. I inhaled more to breathe it in and looked up into his blue eyes as he stood next to me.

“It would be good to have a buddy.” I said quietly.

“Yeah.” He said softly, looking down at me. “It would.” He licked his lips and peered down at me seriously. “’Cause there’s a lot I’d love to do with you.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Good to know.” I said with a grin and turned to walk away. I slowly made it to the end of the driveway before I turned to look back, seeing him still standing in the same spot staring at me as I left. I raised a hand and he waved back and I felt a little flutter in my heart.

Maybe this was just what I needed to fight this feeling. Someone like Ian.