Time to get a tire rotation

My sister and her husband was visiting me at the outer banks for a week. It’s always great when they come across the mountains from Tennessee and we get to spend time together. My brother-in-law always brought a nice variety of cigars and I provided beer and gear to take to the beach each day. I moved to Sunset beach three years ago after I retired. Not a busy beach but still close to places to find awesome seafood and of course shopping when my sister wanted to visit the various outlets. I never understood why folks come to the beach and go shopping instead of enjoying the beach. I always take a cooler, few cigars and fishing rods.

The night they arrived we went to Calabash for delicious seafood. We chatted and got caught up on family and friends. My brother in law was telling me about his son from a previous marriage who had moved to Japan to teach English for three years overseas. In addition, my brother in law went on to tell me he was taking on the task of selling his sons truck since he moved. I stopped mid bite and told him, I’ll buy it! My sister said...what the hell do you need with a truck. I said, if you go to the beach with us tomorrow you will see. I have a convertible Chrysler Crossfire which I absolutely love. However, I never haul my beach gear in this vehicle. I have a 2000 Ford Explorer that I drive as my beach suv. I continue to talk to my brother in law about the truck. It’s a 2015 Dodge Ram four wheel drive. His son bought it after he graduated from Tennessee Tech. We discussed price, details of the truck, etc....all in all, I agreed to buy the truck after my second Blue Moon and told my brother in law I’d go to the bank in the morning.

We spend the rest of our week each day at the beach. Fishing, umbrella, cooler, chairs, etc....each day we left the gear loaded in the old Explorer.

The day before my family was headed back to Tennessee my sister suggested I ride back with them instead of hiring to have the truck delivered. Actually, that was a great suggestion. A couple of days later we were in Knoxville and I was excited to check out my new toy. My brother in law suggested a hometown guy who had opened a auto center. I drove to the business the next day and asked to speak to Tyler. This handsome man came out to the service bay and fuck me....what a stud. Long arms, full sleeve tattoo. He walked with a limp and I noticed he had a prosthetic leg. I tried not to stare, but the man was gorgeous. He made eye contact, we shook hands and he looked me dead in the eye...said, Iraq. I thanked him for his service. We looked over the truck. I gave him the background story. I was going to drive it back to North Carolina once it was road ready. I wasn’t sure what had been done regarding maintenance, etc...he took an iPad and started making a list. Oil change, filters, tire rotation, flush the radiator, etc....he said he would get to it and have it ready by five o’clock. I gave him my cell phone number and my brother in law picked me up. That afternoon we were around the pool when I got a call. It was Tyler with an update. He said I needed new brakes. I said....by all means do it. He was going over the additional cost. I told Tyler, listen. The truck is going to the beach everyday. Sand, brakes, etc....just service it. My brother in law dropped me off about 4:45 to pick up my truck. Tyler said he wasn’t finished. Everyone had left for the day. I walked to the bay and chatted. I started with his ink. I shared I had over a dozen tattoos but the one I was most impressed with was a shaded wolf. I grinned and told him....sometimes we just have to say fuck it and howl. He laughed. We continued to talk. I discovered he was divorced and had demons from serving in the war. I shared I was a pharmacist and understood some meds used were effective, however, not always a one pill fix all. We got to talking about going to the VA for adjustment for his artificial limb. He went into detail regarding his attachment mount. I asked him if he didn’t mind...I‘d take a look. Tyler stood, unzipped his coveralls and lowered them to the flood. He was wearing black boxer briefs that definitely didn’t do a very good job of supporting his thick crotch.....ok, I’ve got to be professional. He removed his titanium limb. He had a screw from his stud below his thigh that would be where his knee was. The area looked red, puffy and possibly the on set of infection. I gave him my opinion that he needed an antibiotic and ice. He shook his head in agreement, however, he said he was dedicated to getting his business off the ground. I squatted down, placed my hands tenderly on his stub and it felt warm to the touch. I massaged gently and he groaned. I asked him if I was hurting him...he grinned and said he’ll no, the touch felt nice. I was eye level to his crotch and his thick cock was stirring. He apolitically said he wasn’t expecting to be touched. I looked up at him and said I’m not offended...with a cock that nice....don’t be ashamed. I reached up and rubbed my finger along the outline of his cock. God he smelled phenomenal. He closed his eyes and I started kissing his inner thigh. He adjusted himself in the chair. I pulled him boxer briefs down and teased his piss slit with my tongue. He placed his hands on the back of my bald head. It didn’t take long for him to shoot a warm creamy load down my throat. When he put himself back together I said I need to pay you for my repairs. I handed him my American Express and paid the ticket. I told him we needed To continue this activity. He gave me his address and I told him I’d make some kind of excuse to get away from my family. By 7:30 I pulled in his driveway. He was sitting on his deck drinking a Miller Lite. He had ordered wings and veggies from a local restaurant. We visited, ate, drank and got to know each other. He’s 34 years old and I’m 61. He was understanding when I told him I wanted to get him comfortable. He took off his prosthesis...I got ice and rubbing alcohol and massaged his thigh. I took a swig of my beer and let the cold beer drip over his crotch. I placed my beer bottle against his underwear and he was moaning. I continued to massage his stud as I massaged his nuts. Within minutes we were naked. We got in 69 position on his sofa. I rimmed his gorgeous hole. Tongued him, rotated fingers and switched between a couple of fingers and my tongue. The entire time he had my cock and balls in his mouth. He would moan and hum as I ate his ass. The vibrating of his moans on my cock was excellent. We continued to suck, rim and tongue fuck. He told me he would be back. He hopped down the hallway and returned with a double head dildo. We scissored our legs/crotch together and we both enjoyed the fat, black dildo in our ass. I gently stoked his dick and edged him several times. He leaned up and ran his lubed hands over my beard and bald head. We both jacked off as we continued to ride the dildo. Tyler popped his end out first. I had him to sit on my face and I rimmed his ass. He folded over and swallowed my cock. By the end of the evening we took a shower. I texted my sister and told her I was drinking with an old friend. The next evening we went to dinner and we went out on his boat. As I was ready to head back to North Carolina I texted Tyler and told him ...you have a month to clear your schedule and come for a long weekend and visit me, spend a couple of days at the beach and bring that double head dildo. Sure enough, Tyler pulled into my driveway a month later. The first night we ordered delivery and we stayed in my hot tub and large walk In shower. I stopped by one of my buddies who had a hip replacement last year. The shower seat was ideal for Tyler to sit on while I sucked him off in the shower. We definitely enjoyed our time and the day before he left I let him drive my truck to the public access and we spent the day at the beach. I told him we could return that night and I’d let him suck my cock under the stairs. He grinned...oh, you will let me. Fuck...shooting my cum on his stump and licking it off and kissing him is definitely a new experience for both of us.