A Hot Fucking Day

Oliver was stirring around in the kitchen, putting away dishes from the dishwasher then wiping down the counters. It was a necessary task and it helped kill time. Another glance at his watch seeing Tyler wasn’t due to arrive for twenty minutes.

He felt obsessed by the guy. For the last week, all he could think about when not focused on work or some tasks was Tyler. The tall lanky body hovering over him fucking his ass. The feel of lips on his neck and cock roughly fucking him while in the shower. Sitting on the sofa naked, cock hard and he sucking it until out of breath and swallowing cum. For four days Tyler came to his house where they fucked to the point of utter exhaustion. Then Tyler said it would be three days before he came back and last night came the instructions for his visit. Oliver didn’t question it for all he could think about was how it aroused him to do so. It seemed his cock stayed half hard since reading the text message.

Kitchen spotless and Tyler finally due to arrive, Oliver went to his bedroom and stripped. He looked in the mirror at his muscular body and cock hanging heavily over his sac and he felt it, his masculinity, his sex. He tugged on his cock feeling his arousal, the unbearable need for another. He went back to the living room, turned on the television, and killed the lights,  illuminating it with the glow from the light emanating from the television. He sat in the center of the sofa as Tyler had done a week ago, flipped on the computer connection to his television, bringing up his favorite porn site. It took only seconds to get the video he wanted, one picked out last night, where a guy was fucking another on a sofa. He took his cock in hand and slowly stroked it. It wouldn’t take much, and he would be rock hard for Tyler.

The rumble of a vehicle pulling into his drive and shutting off and Oliver knew Tyler had arrived. He slowly moved his hand along his cock as he listened to the side door open and close, then some shuffling around in the kitchen.

“Are you tired of waiting for me?” asked Tyler as he came into the room.

Oliver looked over and saw Tyler was naked, cock getting hard with his manipulation. He looked at the tall lean body, one he now knew intimately, and he held his cock at the base feeling it flex in his fist with his desire. “Yes,” he uttered in a breathless whisper struggling to find his voice.

Tyler came into the room, around the end of the sofa until standing in front of him.

“Suck,” said Tyler.

Oliver moved like a starved man. He shifted to the front edge of the seat cushion, took Tyler in hand, and sank his mouth over the head. He moved on that thick cock until drool dripped from his chin and Tyler began to work his hips pushing it into his throat. Then he was gasping for breath as the cock flexed up and down in his face.

“My turn,” Tyler uttered in a low voice as he pushed Oliver to lay back. He straddled the waist, pushed his cock up the chest, then eased down until rubbing his ass over Oliver’s cock.

Oliver held the narrow waist, let his eyes move up from the spit slick cock, over the lean torso, until staring in Tyler’s face seeing the hunger and desire. He pushed up against the ass moving over his cock feeling the pressure of it being trapped between them.

“Fuck,” Oliver exclaimed.

“Yeah…fuck…” Tyler whispered as he rose on knees, took Oliver in hand, then eased down until the cock pressed against his tightness.

Oliver shuddered with the feel of his cock squeezing through Tyler’s tight opening, then the way that tightness slid down his cock until buried inside Tyler. He held the waist as hands held his shoulders, and Tyler began to move. Up. Down. Over and over, Tyler moved on his cock until in the steady rhythm of a fuck.

Tyler held his head back, arcing his back, and with every move upward on Oliver’s cock, he dragged the leaking head of his own up Oliver’s stomach and chest. With every move down, he dragged his cock through its slick as he savored the fullness of penetration. He moved slowly, so slow it was almost agonizing how he could feel every touch, every rub on the head of his cock. And every inch of Oliver’s moving through his tight opening and sinking into his body.

Tyler increased his pace, slamming his ass down on Oliver’s cock while his own smacked Oliver’s stomach. Gasping for breath and uttering profanities of his pleasure, Tyler rode Oliver, knowing by the tightening grip on his waist, he had him close. He worked his hips, dragging his cock up and down Oliver’s stomach and chest, while slamming down on Oliver’s cock.

“I’m going to cum,” Oliver uttered.

“Me, too,” Tyler replied, and he slammed his ass down on Oliver’s cock and came. A thick rope of cum shot up Oliver’s chest, then another and Tyler moved his hips up and down, dragging the head of his cock through his slick cum until hands pulled him down on Oliver’s spurting cock.

 

 

Oliver watched Tyler climb off his cock and stand before him. He watched him stroke his still hard cock smearing cum along its length. Then he saw Tyler reach out quickly, grab him by the hair dragging him off the sofa.

“My turn,” said Tyler as he manhandled Oliver to the floor onto hands and knees. He kicked the legs apart as he got on his knees. He rubbed his slimy cock up and down the spread ass, then pumped it along the crevice between the cheeks. “Damn, I want to fuck you,” he uttered as he put his cock to the opening and pushed through its tightness.

“Shit,” Oliver exclaimed as he lowered his head to the floor and spread out his arms. He shivered with Tyler’s penetration, then closed his eyes focusing on the fullness of it, how cock bore into his depths until hips were pressed against his ass. Hands held his waist, fingers digging into firm flesh, and Tyler was fucking. Fucking slowly so he could feel every inch tugging at his opening, then faster, harder, until hips smacked his ass, and he was rocking in rhythm to their fuck.

Tyler slowed, lay over his back and he realized they were sweating by the slickness of skin moving over skin. Then he felt the slow fuck, how hips ground against his ass and worked cock inside his body. A hand moved around his waist and took his cock in hand. It stroked him with the same slow pace, then faster and faster as Tyler increased the pace of their fuck.

Oliver found himself on his back, thighs tight to his chest, and cock hammering his ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room as Tyler built up a brutal pace.

“Fuck; I’m close,” Tyler exclaimed.

“Do it, do it, give it to me,” Oliver uttered as he rocked with their fuck.

Hands pushed down on his thighs until it was hard to breathe, and Tyler slammed into his ass, then kept hammering hips against his ass.

“Fuck,” Tyler exclaimed.

Oliver felt the way Tyler shuddered with release with cock jammed into his hole letting it spurt wad after wad until spent.

 

 

Oliver lay back on the sofa, naked, cock half hard, for he couldn’t stop thinking of Tyler, not with him standing at the sliding glass doors to the rear yard.

“You should close the curtains and come here. Someone might see you,” said Oliver.

“It’s too dark,” said Tyler as he slid the door open and stepped out into the night.

“Tyler!” Oliver exclaimed but it was too late, for all he could see was the dark silhouette standing at the outer edge of the small patio.

A breeze blew in the open door making the curtains billow out. It moved through the room and over his bare skin. It was like a soft caress and his cock stirred again. He climbed to his feet and went to the door.

“Tyler, come back in.”

Tyler turned and in the dim light of the moon, Oliver saw him stroking a very hard cock.

“You come to me,” Tyler whispered just loud enough for Oliver to hear as he turned to face him. “Come suck this,” he added, waving his cock up and down.

Oliver stepped out, and the breeze felt stronger, cooler against his warm flesh. He moved across the patio, squatted in front of Tyler, and took the cock in his mouth. He tasted the cum smeared along its length and he tightened his lips around it and moved his mouth along its length.

“That’s it. Suck until I’m rock hard,” Tyler whispered.

And Oliver did so, sucked until the cock filled his mouth with its thickness. Then he was pushed off it, pulled to his feet, spun around, and forced to bend over. Tyler held him by the shoulders and rubbed cock across his ass.

“Guide me to your hole,” said Tyler.

Oliver reached back and took Tyler in hand, holding it to his opening. He rubbed the slick head over it until he was wet again, then he held it still, waiting for the penetration.

Hands tightened on Oliver’s shoulders, then cock bore into his depths. One steady push until hips were against his ass. Then Tyler began to fuck.

Sweat trickled down his face as the sound of hips banging against his ass echoed around the rear yard. They were too loud, but he was too aroused to say anything, much less do something. He just stayed bent over, cock flopping heavily between his thighs as Tyler hammered his ass.

It was after midnight but still the heat of the day lingered, made more intense with their exertions. Oliver felt feverish, sweat beading up on his skin and trickling down, into his eyes, down his neck and chest, and down his sides until he wondered if he would stroke out before Tyler finally came. A hand moved up his back raking through the sweat until fingers were combing through his hair. He knew what Tyler would do, wanted it in fact, and when the hand became a fist and tugged his head up, he moaned and felt his cock flex with his arousal.

“Come for me,” Tyler uttered.

As cock pummeled his insides, Oliver stroked his own cock, stroked with an urgency, a need to cum. He rocked and shuddered with Tyler’s fuck and shivered with the feel of his own manipulations. Another tug on his hair pulling his head back.

“Come…do it, do it,” Tyler exclaimed.

Oliver came.

Oliver shuddered with his release, the third one tonight, as he kept stroking his flexing cock. Then Tyler was shoving into his depths with such force it would have toppled him forward if not for the fist holding him by the hair. Hips smacked against his ass with each ejaculation into his depths. Then they were parted, Oliver still bent over with hands on knees gasping for breath and Tyler somewhere behind him. A hand touched his back, moved over the slick skin, then raked along the edge of his hair.

“I could get used to this,” whispered Tyler.

“Yeah, me too.”

 

 

Oliver shut down his computer and picked up the invoices he had approved and headed to the front. He dropped off them in Sharon’s office for her to get in the mail the next day, then made his way to the side door, setting the alarm and shutting off the lights. It was unusual for him to be the last to leave, but with a vacation starting the next day, he took the time to get everything off his desk.

He drove out of the parking lot and slipped into the late afternoon traffic. It would take nearly half an hour to cut across the area and get to Monroe Road. He kept pace with the traffic until swinging left on the four-lane road that led south from downtown. He passed the turn for his neighborhood, continuing until in Oakhurst, the neighborhood anchored by a nursery and grocery store. He turned opposite the nursery, pulling into Moore’s Auto Restoration seeing the High Boy Ford and a new Mustang parked along the side of the lot. The building had been a service station with two garage bays and over the years it had another bay added while it was one mechanic’s shop after the next. Now it belonged to Steve and Tyler Moore, a father-son business specializing in restoration of older cars, taking them down to the chassis if the owner so desired. Steve, Tyler’s father had been dismissive at first, but when Tyler and he had finished his 68 Mustang and he got to drive it out of the garage for the fist time in over two years, the enjoyment of it took away any hesitancy. To make Steve and Helen more accepting of him, Oliver had put up enough funds to get the shop leased, cleaned up, and their operation underway.

Oliver smiled at the sight of the Riviera in the first bay, a car that belonged to his boss that was now getting a long overdue refurbishment. In the second bay was a Mustang, one owned by someone who had seen Steve’s car at a local car show. Through the office windows he saw Steve sitting at the desk on the phone. He parked next to the truck and headed toward the office. As he drew near, Tyler came into the office, wiping hands on a blue rag. A look up, a quick wave, then leaned over his father’s shoulder saying something to him.

It made Oliver smile at the normal nature of it. There had been a couple of months of tough conversations and periods of not speaking, but the restoration of the old Mustang kept Steve and Tyler talking until they worked through everything. He couldn’t believe that a year had passed and come tomorrow Tyler and he were going away on their first real vacation. He was as excited as a child before Christmas, and couldn’t wait to get packed up and on the way.