After Work Fun: A fifty-something Lineman

The Fifty-Something Lineman

It was a long day. His legs were tired from climbing up and down that pole all afternoon. It was complicated work today. That's why he had to do it. The young guy who worked with him hadn't done this kind of job before. Though they climbed up the pole in tandem, he didn’t touch anything, just watched. The older guy was the expert. Now the teacher.

Watching the lithe, tight muscled, young body across from him all day made his pecker grow down his pants more than once. Luckily, his legs stretched out as he stood, making room for it. The kid was funny. He told lots of good stories. He was also curious so he asked lots of questions. The conversation helped keep things light. His dick only half-hard, mostly.

Man oh man he needed relief when he got home. Most days, he’d shower up and his wife would be anxiously waiting for him in their bedroom, naked and wet. They were an active, loving couple. Even though there were five kids, they always seemed to find time for each other.

Today was different, however. There was some sort of scout thing at school that his wife was a part of. She warned him at breakfast that morning, that she wouldn’t be home until late, then asked him, “Could we have supper over at Tilly’s tonight? It’s your favorite, pot roast with blueberry pie for dessert.”

He rarely minded a dinner at the diner. The food was great and it gave them both a ‘date’ night. They never took the kids. They always found friends who loved having them over. So it worked out for all of them. He was to meet her at the diner a little after six. She’d call to let him know when she was on her way. That gave him a couple of hours to take care of himself and that nagging need from down below.

He had two buddies from work who were regular playmates. On rare occasions, another guy or two might join in, but these particular two were steady and had the same urgent sex drive he did. He went upstairs to shower, scrubbing off the day's dirt and sweat.

As he stepped out of the shower, the phone rang. It was his buddy. He was on his way. He’d pick up the other guy and head to his house. He hung up and strolled into the living room, letting his boner stick through the fly of his boxers, swinging back and forth as he did so. He sat in his favorite “Dad’s Chair” getting comfortable. He spread his legs in anticipation of his kneeling friend.

He heard steps on the front porch. The door swung open gently as his two buds walked in. Immediately, both guys removed their shirts and hung them on the coat rack next to the door. They kicked off their shoes and walked in. The older of the two men walked right over to where he sat and knelt. He smiled knowing that was the position his bud preferred. He leaned forward and got to work.

The younger guy was newly married and barely thirty years old. He took his time. He liked to watch at first. While he took in the hot picture in front of him, two middle-aged men playing, one with his cock inside the mouth of the other, he undressed. He liked being totally naked for these affairs.

That was partly because he liked to show off his young, firmly muscled body. And though both his friends were quite well endowed by most standards, his cock was longer and thicker than both his buds. He loved watching guys salivate as he waved it around.

By this point, the other bud doing the sucking had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, tugging on it as he sucked. When their host saw the younger guy strutting his stuff, he stood up off the chair, pushing the mouth off him. He got close to the younger guy and began rubbing his hands all over that rippled torso. The young man grinned, enjoying the attention. Meanwhile, the older guy got undressed as well.

The host turned the younger guy to face their older friend who was lowering himself once again, to his knees. Encouraging the younger man to take advantage of that open orifice, he shoved his hips forward, helping him slide his cock in. The older man moaned and slid slowly up and down on it.

While the front was being taken care of, the host lowered his hands and began caressing those hard mounds of ass flesh. He squeezed and pulled on them, knowing by now, the younger guy loved his ass played with. It always made his arousal jump a few notches. The host squatted down and pulled those cheeks apart and began to lick those mounds, up and down the crack, making the younger guy twitch and clench those muscles. He was going wild now.

Now was his chance. His host took the jar of Vaseline that he had hidden underneath his chair and fingered out a big glob of jelly. He slathered it up and down his cock and took the bit that was left and rubbed it directly on the tight pink hole buried deep in the cavern of those muscled cheeks. He stood up again, bent his knees slightly, and aimed. His bulbous head spread the cheeks all by itself. Holding himself firmly his swiped it up and down inside the crack until he felt the indentation he was looking for.

Holing his knob firmly against it, he said in a low, deep, and raspy voice, "Back up for me now.”

The younger man looked over his shoulder to see his host’s face resting there. He bent a little, still watching him. Their host pulled those narrow hips closer and repeat, “Bend a bit more.” He did. “That’s it. I wanna get in there. I’m gonna get all of it in there. Aren’t I, boy?”

“Yes, sir.” Was the response. And as he said that, he bent even further, now displaying his open ass cheeks to the host’s waiting cock.

The host, with knees still bent, pushed. He hung onto the hips tightly, not letting the younger guy getaway. He pushed some more. There was a pop. His head was in, popping past his first sphincter, where it was held extremely tightly by that muscle. The younger man whimpered as the burn fired up. "Sir? Oh, sir, it hurts. It hurts."

The older guy took the younger guy’s deflated cock and began gently sucking it, always a good distraction from any fuck-pain.

“Relax. Take a deep breath. Now, back up onto it. You push, not me. Show me how much you want me in there. Open it up for me. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”

The younger guy slowly pushed against the pole in his ass. His hole loosened and his host’s thick boner began to slide more easily up that chute, until, finally, his balls bounced off those hard ass cheeks. The host wrapped his arms around the younger man’s chest, pulling him close and holding on tight. He leaned in and began licking his ear lobe as he held his cock deep inside the man in front of him. The younger man continued whimpering and shivering a bit. What else could he do but be as open as he could be? He knew that otherwise, it would hurt like hell.

The host inched out a bit, then back, repeating this slow little movement, getting that ass used to his cock. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t do this much. Making love to women was more his style. But it had been too long since he had any of that either. Too many interruptions. This would have to do. And this ass was better than most. His movements became steadier, deeper, then pulling out, almost till he was out, but leaving his knob in there to keep that ass open.

As felt the host's cock pick up speed, he began to fully plow him deeply, deeper than the young guy even knew possible. The younger man began to cry out, moaning loudly. He had never had this kind of action at both ends before, an expert mouth on his prick, slathering it up and down, and a huge older guy's cock up his chute. He was losing it. The pleasure overtook him. He began to shake all over. His host began to really pound him now, so hard it was difficult to stay standing, except for the bulging muscles wrapped around him, holding him tight.

The host knew what was coming now. The noise got louder. The tight grip on his cock got even tighter. He shoved even harder ensuring that hole never closed but took all the plunging cock he could give it. With a final groan, the younger man let go of everything his balls have produced, to the delight of the older man who took every drop. As his orgasm continued his ass clenched on the cock inside it and with all the pressure against it, the host began to release his pent-up seed deep inside that hole.

The younger guys felt like a wet noodle. He collapsed backward falling against his host who held him underneath his armpits, ensuring he didn’t collapse on the floor. The older man swiped the floor with his t-shirt, cleaning up the mess he spilled in front of himself. When the younger man’s breath finally came back to him, he stood on his own, head looking to the floor. He didn’t know what was next. He wasn’t sure what he felt at this point either. He just stood there.

His host took him by the shoulders and turned him so that they stood face to face. He grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him in for an intensely passionate full-on, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, kiss. He expressed what he always felt after having intercourse. He could never distinguish between love or lust, shame or guilt, anxiety or relief, but a kiss always brought him home. Sex was good. Life was good.

The older man stood, watching. When the other two separated, the young man turned to him and gave him the same kind of kiss he had just received. The older man wasn’t ready. He certainly hadn’t expected it. Guys didn’t usually do that. Normally they’d start talking about something inane like the weather, the Cubs or the Cardinals, depending on the teams they rooted for, stuff like that, but not this. He let the kiss linger as long as the younger man needed it to.

When they pulled apart, the host had two damp towels handing one to each of them. “Here you go. You can clean up a little bit so the wife won’t wonder why you’re taking another shower.” Both men chuckled. “Or wonder why you smell like man seed.” That brought on howls of laughter.

They dressed, said their “thank-yous” and “goodbyes” and left. The host ran back up the stairs. He was going to need another shower and since nobody had seen him yet, he’d get right to it.

As he soaked in the hot water, he thought to himself, "Man that was something else. It's never been that hot for me before. Usually, it's three guys playing with our cocks, sucking on each other, pulling off, and splashing all over ourselves. But up his ass?! Why did I do that to him? Fuck!"

He sudsed himself up, soaping his cock clean, stroking it hard again. “I can’t believe he let me. But man once I knew he wasn’t going to refuse, I had to get right up that tight chute of his.” He pictured the butt pushing back against him, and him, holding those narrow hips, then pounded him for all he was worth. Just as that thought came so did his dick, splashing a second round of cum hitting the tiled shower wall. The second one was always needed when he was this horned up. It helped relax him. He knew his wife would come home and find him sound asleep in his chair. He didn’t care. Maybe he’d dream about it all over again.