When I saw the social media post announcing that my old coworker had opened his own auto repair shop, my first thought was: it’s about time. Our history goes back twenty-five years to an auto parts store where I managed the store, and he was a parts specialist. We hit it off back then, forming a fast friendship over shared lunch breaks. He always made sure my partner and I had an open invitation to watch him compete in the demolition derby. Life eventually pulled us in different directions—he left for new ventures, and I headed back to school for my Master’s. Aside from celebrating at his wedding, decades flew by in silence. We completely lost touch until a click on social media reconnected our worlds all these years later.
Despite all the years that had flown by, our demented sense of humor hadn't changed a bit. We constantly traded comments on each other's posts. He reminded me recently that people used to call us "brothers from another mother." We were the same 5’7” height, though I was husky while he was built like a fire hydrant, and we were both follically challenged—he rocked a perpetual five o’clock shadow, and I wore a full beard. The only visible difference was that he is White and I am Black. Well, that and the one distinction most people never even realized: I’m gay, and he’s straight. I always joked with him that it’s not his fault that he was born with that deformity.
I was thrilled to see he’d opened his own shop. Knowing how hard it is to find a mechanic you can actually trust, I called the very next morning to book some appointments.
“JK Automotive. Lou speaking. How can I help you?”
“Get the fuck out, Louie. It’s your brother from another mother.”
“Tread!” he laughed. "Tread" was the nickname he gave me back in the day after I lost a fight with a truck tire, which left literal tread marks across the back of my white manager’s shirt. “How the hell are you?”
“Dude. It’s about fucking time you got your own. You deserve it.”
“Yeah, it was a scary move with a wife and two kids. But Janet told me to just do it, and that she'd back me all the way.”
“She always was good for you, man. I’m not gonna hold you up, so let’s make some appointments.”
“Okay, whatcha got?”
“Okay. I have a Jeep that needs an inspection. An Avalanche that needs an oil change and tires. And the Corvette.”
“Holy shit. You guys still have that ’79 Vette? And you can both get in and out of it?”
“Barely,” I laughed. “Tell you what—I’ll bring the Jeep in as your last job of the day, drive you back to our place, and you can take the Vette back with you. You'll probably want some extra time to go over it anyway.”
“Sounds good to me. How about next Tuesday around four?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
That gave me a little time to make plans for my husband. A little background here. I’m sixty-three, and my hubby is eighty-three. He’s also at the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s, but still doing really well. I’ve made every provision that I will take care of him at home until the very end. That being said, I called his granddaughter, who lives a mile away, and asked her if she would like to go out to dinner with her Grandpa. At forty-one, she understands everything going on with us and is my steadfast go-to person. She loves Frank and loves spending time with him. I explained to Frank what was going on and asked him if he was okay hanging with Carla for the evening. He agreed, telling me it sounded better than hanging around me and Lou listening to old times.
The shop was a thirty-mile trek from my place, a quiet drive standard for the area, winding along rural back roads from one small town to the next. The moment I crossed the threshold, Janet looked up from her computer. Her face lit up, and she shouted my name as she bolted from her desk, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug.
“So good to see you,” she said, pulling back.
“You too… um. Remind me, who are you again?”
“You ass,” she laughed, punching my shoulder.
“You look amazing, Janet. Time has definitely stayed away from you.”
“So do you, Thom. Hold on, let me page Lou and tell him you’re finally here.”
“If he’s out in the shop, I’ll just go sneak up on him, if that’s okay.”
Given the green light, I slipped past the office door. Lou was over at the third bay, completely turned away. I managed to creep all the way up behind him undetected, jabbing my fingers into the back of his head.
“Give me all your money, or you’re gonna get some lead.”
Lou didn't even flinch. “Shoot me now, 'cause I ain’t got shit,” he said, spinning around. A massive grin broke across his face. He grabbed my hand, pumping it hard before reeling me into a bear hug. “Good to see you, old man.”
We shot the shit for a few minutes before I pointed back toward the lot. “Let me go pull the Jeep in.”
On the way back through the lobby, Janet was grabbing her purse. She called out that she was done for the night, and after a round of easy goodbyes, we all walked out together as she locked up the front.
The inspection was quick. I plopped down on a low mechanic's stool near his toolbox, watching him finish up. Once the new sticker was pressed onto the glass, he crossed over to a compact fridge tucked into the corner of his bay and pulled out two cold beers.
“Have a cold one with me,” he said, twisting the cap off and handing the bottle over.
He stood by the workbench while I stayed low on the stool, listening to him track the long, messy road to owning his own shop. When he finally asked how I'd been, I gave him the short version of life with Frank, and how we'd finally made it official after fifteen years.
“Well, it looks like married life suits you,” Lou said, tapping the edge of his bottle against my chest. “Looks like you slimmed down a bit, put on some muscle.”
“Not a lot,” I laughed, taking a sip. “Just enough to keep myself healthy.”
“Compared to me, you look like an athlete. I put on some pounds. Especially here,” he ended, patting his stomach.
“You know. You gotta build a good shed over your favorite tool,” I added jokingly.
“Used to be, my favorite. By the time I get home, get showered, and eat, I’m done for the night. It’s been a good while now.”
“I know the feeling. Sex between Frank and me is pretty much nonexistent these days. Honestly, if I could suck my own dick, it'd solve half my problems,” I laughed.
“You can suck mine then,” he shot back.
We both laughed, but the sound trailed off, leaving a sudden, heavy silence between us. There had never been an ounce of sexual tension between us before, and I knew he wasn’t any more attracted to me than I was to him. It was just the classic case of a joke going a step too far.
I tried to steer us back to dry land. “If I did, you’d be spoiled for life.”
Lou raised an eyebrow, the tension easing slightly. “Oh, so you think you’re that good, huh?”
“Think it? I know it.”
We laughed again, but the air in the bay still felt just a little bit different from what it had been five minutes ago.
“I guess we better settle up here and hit the road,” I said, standing up and letting the small mechanic’s stool roll back against the toolbox.
“No problem.” Lou set his empty beer down. “I’m just glad you saw the post. Looking forward to working on your cars.” He took my hand for a firm shake, but abruptly let go. “Ah, screw it. Bring it in here.” He stepped forward, locking me in a crushing bear hug.
When the seconds ticked by and he didn’t let go, the easy warmth of the reunion turned into a sudden confusion. “Louie,” I said into his shoulder, “has that beer gone to your head?”
“Yeah, but not the one you’re thinking of.”
I froze, locked in his grip. I opened my mouth to defuse it, but before I could speak, he caught my wrist. He guided my hand down between our chests, pressing my palm firmly against his crotch.
“The beer went to this head,” he said quietly.
“Louie, are you sure this is a road you wanna go down?” I whispered.
“I’m not sure of anything. But if we’re both horny, then we should do something about it.”
I looked at him, still pinned against him. “How is me sucking your dick gonna make me less horny?”
“I could try sucking yours,” he offered, his eyes locking onto mine. “If you really want me to.”
I snorted. “Naw. I’ll just accept that you’re straight and wouldn’t have a clue what to do.”
“You still haven’t said no,” he countered. He shifted his weight, pressing my hand harder against his crotch, leaving no doubt about the hard-on building beneath my palm.
“So, this is really happening, Louie?”
“I want it to happen,” he said. “But only if you want it.”
He let go of my wrist. The back of his hand brushed down the front of my crotch, deliberate and slow, tracing my own hardening cock.
“I’ve never cheated on Frank and……”
“It’s not cheating if you’re doing a good deed for your brother from another mother,” Lou rumbled, a low laugh vibrating against my chest. “Look, just one thing. I’ve been working all day. I’m probably a little ripe down there. Let me go wash up in the bathroom.”
“Don't bother, Louie. A little ripe can be a good thing.” I locked my eyes on his and gripped his hard cock through his pants, feeling him twitch in my palm. “Maybe that’s exactly what turns me on.”
“He drew a sharp breath. “You are a dirty fucker, aren’t you?”
“You don’t know the half of it.” I leaned in, pressing my lips to his ear and dragging my tongue slowly along the edge. He groaned, and my hands moved down to undo his pants, letting them drop to the floor.
My hand found his cock, stiff and heavy, and I wrapped my fingers tight around the shaft. “Nice,” I whispered against his ear, tracing his length. The day was sweltering, and beneath the loose fabric of my basketball shorts, I was already aching; Louie slid his hand past my waistband and gripped me, rock-hard and ready.
We stood locked together in the heat, stroking each other while the minutes stretched and our breathing turned shallow and heavy. The air between us grew thick with tension.
“Can I kiss you, Louie?” I breathed.
He didn't speak, but his chin turned ever so slightly toward mine. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his stubbly cheek, careful not to push my luck. Lou groaned softly, rubbing his rough jaw against my lips before his fingers tightened around my cock in a heavy, deliberate squeeze.
He was frozen, waiting. So I took the lead. I slid my lips closer to his mouth, kissing the edge of his stubble. He turned his head another fraction of an inch, a silent invitation. One more step. I pressed a gentle, lingering kiss directly to his lips.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
He leaned into me, his mouth crushing against mine. Letting go of my cock, he threw his arms around me, locking us together. His tongue pressed forward, demanding entry, a low moan vibrating in his chest as he pulled me tight. I wrapped my arms around him, matching his weight, our hard cocks rubbing together as we kissed.
I broke the kiss, even though my heart didn’t want to. Leaning back some, I looked Louie directly in the eyes and put my hands on his shoulders. He looked back at me quizzically. Slowly, I pressed down on his shoulders—the universal sign to get down there and get to business.
He gave me a half smile. “If I have to,” he said, starting to lower himself.
“Stop, Louie. I’m just bustin’ yer balls,” I laughed, catching him under the arms to hoist him right back up. “No way in hell am I letting your inexperienced ass gnaw on my cock.”
“Phew! Dodged that bullet.”
The tension finally snapped, and we both broke into easy, breathless laughter.
“Leave this to the professionals,” I said, backing him up against the grill of my Jeep. “You can still back out if you want to, buddy. No hard feelings, and never a word.”
“I had second thoughts when I thought I was gonna have to suck your dick,” he admitted. “But, if you’re still into it, so am I.”
“Deal,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Let me just raise your shirt up,” I said, pulling the front of his T-shirt up and over his head so that his arms were still in the sleeves. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “If I only had time, I would lick you all over.”
“What? I’m old and fat.”
“Fifty-five is not old. And, you look better now than all the years I’ve known you.” I left it at that and ran my hands across the copious amount of hair on his chest and belly.
Sinking to my knees, I was confronted with the cock I had only felt and not seen until now. The modestly thick six inches of meat in front of me was beautiful, jutting out over a very large ball sac. Not wanting to waste any more time lest he change his mind, I bent forward and buried my face in his balls and inhaled deeply. He was not nearly as ripe as he protested to be. He had a musky, manly scent, just overpowering the body deodorant he most likely sprayed on this morning. I couldn’t help myself any longer. My mouth opened, and my tongue went into action, licking his balls and the surrounding area.
“Oh geez,” Lou moaned. “That’s nice. I love my nuts licked and sucked on.” I felt his hands on my shoulders, steadying himself. “That’s it, buddy,” he growled as my tongue was underneath his sac, hitting his taint. “Damnit, that feels good. You gonna suck ‘em for me? Wanna get Lou’s big balls in your mouth?”
A talker. I never would’ve pinned Louie for the verbal type, but if that's what he wanted, I was happy to oblige. I opened my mouth and drew one of his heavy testicles inside. His deep groans melted into soft whimpers. Ready to raise the stakes, I cupped my hand tightly around the base of his sac, letting the first ball slip out. He breathed a brief, disappointed sigh—right up until I moved back in and slowly worked both of his large balls into my mouth together.
“Fuck,” he said loudly, pulling my head hard into his crotch. “Both balls? You greedy fucker. Never had that done before. Yesssss. Suck ‘em good.”
I reached down to stroke my hard cock, taking in the heavy, musk-filled scent of him mixed with the heat of the moment. The feel of his dick pressing thick against my face and dripping slick pre-cum was an incredible turn-on.
“Hold those fuckers tight,” he commanded, cupping my chin and rubbing my bald head. “Don’t let ‘em go.” He locked both hands onto my head and shifted his weight backward, stretching his sac as far as it would go. “Oh fuck,” he moaned out loud. “That is fucking incredible, Tread.” His hips started moving in a steady, rolling grind, fucking my mouth with his balls. The friction went on for a few minutes until, out of nowhere, he stopped cold.
“Oh shit. That’s enough for now,” he breathed, patting my cheek. “You wanna give me my balls back?” he added with a rough chuckle.
“Didn’t see that coming,” I said, looking up at him after letting his wet ball sac slide from between my lips. “I could do that for a few more hours if you want.”
“You woulda seen me cumming if you kept it up,” he shot back, his hand gripping his cock. “I think it’s time you show me what you’ve been bragging about.” He shifted closer, dragging the wet, leaking head of his cock flat across my lips.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” I said, opening my mouth.
“You want this cock, don’t you?” he teased, continuing to coat my lips with his pre-cum, running it back and forth.
“You know I do, Louie.”
“You gonna be good to it? Let me fuck your mouth nice and deep?”
“Fuck yeah, man. I wanna suck you ’til you can’t take it.”
“Oh yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck your mouth any way I want,” he said as a fact and not a question.
I opened my mouth again, ready to engulf his hardness, but the resistance of his hand held me back. Looking up, I caught him smiling down at me. He dragged his cock across my lips one last time before, painstakingly slow, teasing his way past my teeth. He barely had the tip inside when he stopped again. I looked up just as he leaned forward, releasing a perfectly aimed stream of saliva down onto his shaft. I closed my lips around his throbbing head while he smeared the wetness down the length of his steel. Slowly, deliberately, he began sliding his spit-slicked cock between my lips. The agonizing patience he showed was incredible, making the moment stretch out forever until he finally buried all six inches of his meat in my mouth. He let it simmer right there, holding still just until I plunged forward, burying my nose in his thick pubic hair as his head hit the back of my throat.
A series of loud, “fucks” exploded from his mouth as I held him deep, completely depriving myself of oxygen. When my lungs couldn't take the lack of air any longer, I tried to pull back, but his hands held me steadfast against his pelvis for a few agonizing seconds more. My body was heaving, my hands braced against his thighs in a feeble attempt to push away. Just as I hit my absolute limit, he finally dragged his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping and panting for air.
“You okay, buddy?” he asked, his voice thick and solemn.
I didn’t even reply. I just leaned back in and swallowed his cock whole once again.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, his voice thick with enthusiasm. As I began to bob my head up and down, never letting his head leave my mouth before plunging all the way back down his shaft, I felt Lou’s body finally relax. He sank back against the Jeep and dropped his hands onto my shoulders.
“That’s it. Suck that fucker good,” he sighed. I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his saliva-soaked balls to give them a firm tug while taking the full length of his dick down my throat, drawing another breathless barrage of expletives from him. Knowing exactly what he ultimately wanted, I pulled his hands off my shoulders and guided them right back onto my head.
“Yeah. My turn to fucking drive,” he growled, standing up straight without letting his meat slip from my lips. He started at a moderate, steady pace, testing the waters. But the moment I reached up, locked my hands onto his hips, and pulled him in faster, he realized he’d just been given the green light to go for it.
“Oh shit. You really are a greedy motherfucker. You want that dick bad, don’t ya?” Lou muttered, pausing for a beat to look down and make sure I was serious.
I nodded, and he went right back to work. His moderate pace dissolved instantly into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming deep into my mouth. A few brutal strokes made me gag, my body lurching against him. He checked his momentum once, but I forcefully pulled him back in to show him I was good. That was the green light. He fucked hard and fast, panting and cursing with every stroke.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” he roared. “You want it, you fucker? Yeah, you do.” He delivered a few final, heavy thrusts, then buried his cock as deep as it would go. “Oh yeah, baby. Drink that cum,” he groaned, his meat twitching wildly inside my mouth. His body gave one last hard buck as he finally blew his load. The bulk of it shot straight down my throat, but I pulled back just enough to catch the rest in my mouth, savoring every drop.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he groaned, finally releasing his grip on my head. “Goddamn it... don’t move,” he ordered, his breath hitching. I flicked the tip of my tongue just a tiny bit, and his entire body jumped at the contact; his post-orgasm sensitivity was through the roof. I held completely still until he was ready, waiting a few long moments before he slowly slid his cock out of my mouth with a long, slow hiss.
“Get up here,” he murmured, reaching down to hook his hands under my armpits and haul me to my feet. “That was something else, Tread,” he said quietly, his eyes locking onto mine as we stood face-to-face. “Now let me take care of this for you,” he offered, his hand sliding down to wrap his fist tightly around my still rock-hard cock.
“That’s okay, Louie. I’m good,” I said. “Let’s just chalk it up to a good blow job for you and a great memory for me to jerk off to many times over.”
“That doesn’t seem right to me, but you are my elder, and I can’t argue with you,” he replied with a deadpan stare.
“Oh yeah? And you’re a loose, sloppy asshole,” I fired back, reviving a favorite ancient insult.
Lou broke into a laugh. “Man, I forgot all about the loose, sloppy asshole. Well, let’s go get that ’Vette then.”
It didn’t take long for us to clean up, get dressed, and hit the road to my house. We talked about old times, his two sons, the travels Frank and I have had, and old co-workers. Pulling into the driveway, Louie whistled in appreciation of our rather large old Victorian house.
“Wow. Looks like you two have done well for yourselves.”
“We get by,” I smiled, steering the Jeep down the driveway toward the back of the property. We hopped out and headed over to the outbuilding where I kept the ’vette. As I slid the barn door open, Louie let out another whistle at the sight of the bright yellow car gleaming back at him.
“It’s all yours for as long as it takes to get it in top shape,” I told him, dropping the keys into his palm. “I’m sure everything’s fine, but it never hurts to be certain.”
“Cool. I’ll try to keep it under one-fifty,” he chuckled.
“Let me show you the place,” I suggested, guiding him toward the back entrance. On the kitchen counter, a note from Frank’s granddaughter caught my eye—they had left just fifteen minutes before we pulled up. “We just missed Frank,” I told Louie. “You’ll catch him next time.”
I gave him the grand tour, showcasing the semi-modern, masculine decor. Back outside, I led him through a small cabana that opened up to the pool area, completely screened in and hidden by thick hedges.
“Holy fuck. I could jump in right now,” he exclaimed.
“Why don’t you call Janet and see if she wants to bring the boys out?” He made a quick call, but she declined, explaining she had too much on her plate and their oldest was at practice.
“I have a suit you can use—” Before the words were even out of my mouth, he was peeling his clothes off.
“Who needs a fucking suit?” he interrupted, kicking his boots aside. “You coming or what?”
I didn't need to be told twice. I scrambled out of my clothes, trying to catch up, but he still beat me. I stood there and watched him jog out to the end of the diving board, staring in absolute awe at his hairy back and the magnificent jiggle of his equally hairy ass as he took a couple of preparatory bounces. He dove, and I bypassed the board entirely, plunging into the water straight from the concrete edge. We both swam under, surfacing together by the inlaid steps in the shallow end.
“Race you there and back!” he called out. “Loser is the cocksucker,” he added with a laugh, diving in ahead to catch me off guard.
What he didn't know was that I was a high school swim team all-star, and my technique hadn’t rusted one bit. I launched into the water, closing the gap instantly and leaving him in my wake. On the turn back, I flipped into a lazy backstroke, touching the wall first and staying afloat to watch him finish.
He surfaced a moment later, completely winded. “What the fuck? I didn’t know you could swim like that. I thought Black guys were supposed to be afraid of the water.”
Ours was the kind of friendship where nothing was off-limits, so I hit him right back.
“Hmmmm. Well, I didn’t know that straight guys offered to suck cock so freely,” I countered, wagging my soft cock at him.
“Wow. You’re gonna go there, huh?” he said, giving me his best sad look.
“I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself," I offered. "One more lap, there and back, and I’ll give you a half-pool head start.”
“Deal,” he snapped up the offer, taking off instantly. I waited until he reached the far wall before I launched into the water. I caught him right at the halfway mark on the return lap. Just as he pulled alongside me, I ducked, grabbed his ankle, and yanked him under.
While he surfaced to sputter and catch his breath, I stayed down, gliding through the water until I was right at his hips. In one smooth motion, I parted my lips and took his soft cock into my mouth. He froze for a split second as it registered, but he wasn't having it. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pulled away and hauled me up into the air.
“It doesn’t count if you let me win,” he grumbled, dunking me under the surface one last time. “Now I have to. So I don’t look like a pussy.”
I watched him swim to the edge, haul himself out, and plop down on one of the loungers under the cabana awning. Not quite sure what to make of the sudden shift in tone, I took my time wading over to the steps and walking to the lounger beside his.
“What’s the deal, brother?” I asked quietly.
“No deal.” He paused, studying me with a sudden intensity. “Come over here. Sit with me.” He cranked the back of the lounger straight up, bent one knee, and patted the cushion between his legs. Hesitant but curious, I sat sideways on the edge of the frame, my feet still planted on the concrete.
“Okay. I’m here. Now what?”
Move up here,” he said, reaching out to take my arm. He guided me backward, urging me to slide up between his legs so my back was to him. “I have something I wanna say, but I don’t wanna look you in the eyes when I say it.”
“Okay, buddy. I’m all ears,” I said, leaning back against his bulky body.
We shifted against each other, settling into the cushion. My head was low enough that when I finally relaxed, it rested right against the crook of his shoulder. He didn't let go of my arms, his grip firm on my biceps as if he thought I might bolt if given the chance.
“Well, Tread,” he said softly, his chest rumbling against my back. “We’ve known each other for over twenty years. Honestly, I’m glad it took us this long to end up here like this.”
A long silence settled over us before he spoke again.
“Fifty-five is a good age for me. I finally feel comfortable enough in my own skin to just take this as another experience to cross off the bucket list. No remorse.”
“Me too, Louie,” I murmured. “Me too.”
“Here’s the part that’s hard for me to admit,” he said. I waited through another long pause before he finally voiced it. “I do wanna try sucking your dick. That is... if you want me to.”
Instead of answering out loud, I reached down and began gently rubbing my hands up and down his legs.
“One last thing. I never knew you had your nipples pierced. That’s kinda cool. Why did you get it done?”
“To heighten the sensation,” I explained. “It makes them less sensitive and more sensitive at the same time. I can tolerate a lot more rough pulling and biting, but I still have enough feeling to catch it when a tongue lightly licks them.”
“Nice.” He reached around, his fingers finding the jewelry. “So you like it when I do this?” He gave them a gentle squeeze.
“Duh,” I chuckled, leaning back into him. “What the fuck do you think, dummy?”
“So you’d like this too?” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my neck. He began to suck gently, his fingers simultaneously tweaking my hardening nipples.
A low groan escaped me. I sank back into him, completely caught up in the heat of it as his mouth grew hungrier, his teeth sank into my skin. He was losing his hesitation now, twisting the metal rings with a rougher, more confident rhythm.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, pulling back slightly. “I don’t want to leave any marks.”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t think Frank will even notice.”
“Good. Switch places with me.” He guided me forward, and within seconds, I was leaning against the back of the lounger with Louie sitting up to face me. He pulled my legs over his thighs, scooting close until our dicks were pressed together.
“Are you gonna try to fuck me, Louie?”
“No. We’ll save that for the prison scene,” he chuckled. Before I could answer, he leaned forward and covered my mouth with his. As we locked into a deep, passionate kiss, his fingers found my nipples again. I groaned loudly against his mouth, my fingers digging into the thick hair of his back.
Before long, Louie’s hand slid down between our bodies, his palm securely grasping my hard cock. A loud moan escaped me when his mouth left mine to trail down my neck. He was being gentler now, his touch deliberate. As he worked his way down, I instinctively lowered the back of the lounger, opening my body up and making myself completely accessible to him.
“Shit,” I gasped the moment his mouth covered my pec, his tongue swirling hot around my nipple. The sensation of his soft bites, paired with the sharp pull of his teeth against the metal ring, sent my mind reeling. He took his time, deliberately torturing me as he moved from one nipple to the other.
Before long, he had me right on the edge, my body going completely limp from the sheer pleasure of his touch. Taking that as his cue, Louie slid his body down until he was positioned directly between my thighs, his rough hand still tightly gripping my cock. I looked down at him, chest heaving, wondering if he was truly going to go through with it. He offered a quick, wicked wink, shook his head as if he couldn't believe himself, and leaned in.
First, he dragged the sensitive underside of my shaft against his lips and the coarse brush of his mustache. A sharp gasp caught in my throat, and my entire body went rigid, but I forced myself to stay absolutely still, terrified of breaking his concentration. I couldn't look away. He tentatively slid his tongue out, licking across the head, testing the waters. It didn't take him long to find his nerve; a smile tugged at my lips as he parted his mouth and finally slid his lips over the head of my dick.
He paused. I held my breath and waited. Part of me braced for him to find it repulsive, to stop and walk away in disgust. Instead, he reached down to cup my balls, his lips sliding slowly, softly over my cock. I watched him, captivated, as he worked his way down the shaft. I managed to stay completely stoic right up until he went a little too deep, gagged, and had to pull back.
“Dude, I’ve seen you pull the meat off chicken legs, and you can’t handle six inches of chocolate bar,” I said, laughing to keep the mood light.
“Yeah, but chicken is tastier,” Louie retorted. I expected him to pull away after that, but instead, he leaned right back in. I watched, fascinated, as he slid my hard shaft back into his mouth. For a beginner, he was a natural—finding the perfect amount of pressure, keeping his teeth safely tucked away. But as his rhythm sped up, he tried to push his luck and take me deeper, instantly gagging himself again.
“Louie,” I murmured, reaching down to gently guide him. “You don’t have to take it all. Just focus on the tip, if that's cool with you. Nice and slow.”
“Okay, I can work with that,” he said, entirely nonchalant. “By the way, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
I couldn't help but smile down at him as he went back to work on me. He took the note to heart, locking his lips on the head and teasing with a wicked amount of tongue action.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the sound torn from my throat as he worked on me. “That’s it, buddy,” I managed to choke out. He reached down and squeezed my balls, and the sudden wave of friction nearly sent me over the edge. “You better stop, Louie, or you’re gonna make me cum.”
”Louie looked up, a look of pure disbelief on his face. “What the fuck, Tread? I can’t be that good—it's my first time.”
“Tell my dick that, then.”
“If you say so,” he murmured, a streak of pride in his voice as he leaned back over to engulf my cock one more time.
Before his lips could touch me, I caught him by the shoulders. “No,” I commanded. He froze, startled by the sudden authority in my voice. Giving him no time to question it, I pushed him firmly down into the cushions. “Lay back. Let me have some fun now.”
He lay back willingly, spreading his legs and locking his hands behind his head. Once again, I was looking at his beautiful, six-inch length. Wasting no time, I moved between his thighs to fully engulf his hard cock. I didn't plan on sucking him for long—I had other things in mind—but I plied my skills just enough to drive him wild. When his hand came down to rest heavily on my head, I knew it was time to change gears.
I pulled back and immediately buried my face in his heavy sac. The shift brought a fresh wave of groans, making him squirm beneath me. He completely lost it when my tongue traced the sensitive skin under his balls, searching out his taint. Because of his size, I needed a better angle to really get in there. Guided by my hands on his calves, he lifted his legs and planted his feet firmly on the lounger. The moment he opened up for me, I buried my face again, eagerly licking and nibbling at his most sensitive spot.
“What the fuck, Tread…” he moaned, his voice cracking. “What are you doing to me?”
I didn't answer; I just pushed his knees back further and swiped my tongue hard across his asshole. He stiffened instantly, catching his breath in a loud gasp.
“Goddamn it, dude,” he moaned as I dug my tongue into his tight hole. “Fuck yeah. Eat my ass, man.” He had grabbed his legs and pulled them back farther. “Get up in there, man. Fuck that feels good.” His body was bucking and writhing now, completely helpless as I tongue-fucked him into submission, loosening his tight hole.
Every so often, he reached down to grip his hard cock, but I slapped his hands away. I wasn’t going to let him cum just yet.
After his third attempt, I told him to pull his legs back as far as they would go—a distraction to keep him occupied while I shifted my attack. The moment he complied, I pressed my thumbs against the edges of his hole, anchoring my grip on his ass cheeks to pull him wide open. With total access, I drove my tongue deep inside him, drawing a raw, louder groan from his throat.
“FUCK!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “That’s it, man. Tongue my fuckin’ hole,” he grunted.
I forced myself to stop—I wanted him desperate, suspended right on the brink. Pulling back, I sat up and dragged myself closer until his legs were slung over mine, leaving my hard dick grinding heavy against his nutsack.
“I hope you found that as enjoyable as I did, you horny fuck,” I chided.
“The hell you think? I coulda’ shot again,” he panted, his tone teasing but eager. “You gonna make me cum or what, whore?”
“Isn’t it my turn, you greedy fucker?” I asked him, sliding my hard shaft across his balls.
“You want me to finish sucking you off?” he asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
“No. I want to jerk off while I jerk you off. I want to watch you cum.” That earned me a wicked, wide Cheshire Cat grin before he happily surrendered, locking his hands behind his head.
I pulled back a couple of inches, creating just enough space to stroke myself without slamming into his balls. I spat into my fist and lubed my shaft, but as I moved, the head of my cock grazed his slick, sensitive hole. The sudden friction made him gasp, his tight pucker pulsing and squeezing against my dick head as he sucked in air through pursed lips. Right then, a completely new game plan emerged.
Maybe it was a fluke. I rubbed against his hole again, testing the waters. Getting the same reaction a second time, I stayed in place. I knew I could cum just by rubbing my cock against his tight, pulsating hole while I jerked him off. Little did I know that wasn’t going to happen.
I settled in, letting my cock jump and twitch against his hole. With both hands free, I began to deliberately tease his hard dick. Like most guys, his frenulum is incredibly sensitive, and I took full advantage of it—slicking my thumb to caress the spot while my other hand massaged his balls. The more I teased him, the more he wriggled, unconsciously grinding his hole right against my rock-hard shaft.
I decided to kick it up a notch. Contorting my body, I managed to wrap my lips around his cock head, continuing the torture with my tongue. He gripped my forearms, moaning as he leaned into the pleasure. The movement accidentally arched his hips closer, and I felt the head of my dick begin to invade his virgin territory. As much as I wanted to, I held back and refused to push inside. Instead, I just redoubled my efforts on his cock, sucking him hard and moving up and down his shaft as far as my awkward angle would allow.
A dull ache began to creep into my back muscles from the strain of the position. Determined, I dove down one final time, burying my face in the thick mound of his pubic hair. My tongue swirled wildly around his shaft while his hips fought for leverage, grinding his ass hard and heavy against my cock head. Then, the unexpected happened. His body suddenly yielded, relaxing just enough for my dick to slip past his sphincter muscle. The sudden, deep friction caught us both off guard. I felt it completely, and Louie most definitely did, too.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his fingers digging into my arms. “Is that your dick in me?” he panted, his breath ragged. I gave a slow nod, swirling my tongue around his shaft once more in a deliberate attempt to overshadow his reality. When I realized he wasn't trying to escape the sudden intrusion, I let my tongue rest. Swallowing him deep, feeling the head hit my throat, I paused to bask in the sensation of his tight hole gripping my straining cock. His panting slowly quieted, and his grip on my arms relaxed. Carefully, I let his stiff cock slip from my lips and straightened up, mindful not to let myself slide any deeper or accidentally back out.
“Damnit, Louie. Don’t fucking move,” I warned, my voice raw and breathless.
Switching from my mouth to my hand, I stroked his length slowly with my wet palm, sending his body into another frenzy. The sensation of his tight hole clenching and releasing my cock was incredible.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Louie growled, driving downward and hoisting his legs to force more of me inside. Seeing the depth he was aiming for, I moved to ease his way. I spat a heavy amount of saliva onto the unburied section of my cock, slicking down the shaft to the base.
My grip tightened, stroking his cock with a faster, heavier rhythm. He braced his feet against my thighs—a move I mistook for comfort until he gripped the edges of the lounger and yanked himself forward. The sudden movement buried the last remaining inches of my shaft deep inside his hole.
“Fuck!” he yelled. Suddenly, his feet jammed into my chest, launching himself backward and pulling completely off me.
“What the fuck did you do that for, idiot?” I chastised him.
“Shut up and put it back in,” he panting, his voice laced with desperation.
.I didn’t argue. Quickly grabbing my cock, I rubbed the head against his swollen hole until he started guiding himself back down onto it. I stopped him the moment he slid just past the head.
“Right there, Louie. Don’t go any deeper. Just keep milking me,” I begged. He complied readily as I resumed stroking his cock. This time, he clamped his ass super tight, no longer trying to force the rest of my length inside. My groans grew incredibly loud with every rhythmic clench and release.
“You like that, don’t ya, you dirty motherfucker?”
“Yesssss,” I hissed. I stopped jerking him, completely consumed by the sensation inside my own shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum. You gonna let me cum in you?”
“Do it,” he ordered, his voice raw. “Shoot that dick snot in me. You know you want to. Maybe I’ll make you eat it out after. You want that, fucker?” The barrage of dirty talk shattered my remaining control.
“Oh shit!” I cried out. My spine went rigid as I began to release a massive, pent-up torrent deep inside my friend. It had been weeks, and I was emptying everything I had into him. “Fuck,” I panted as the final pulses finished. Unable to take the intense squeezing for another second, I slid my cock out of his tight grip.
“You done now?” he asked, his voice instantly dropping into a sarcastic, teasing tone.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” Louie said. He hoisted himself into a sitting position and quickly stood up. I just lay there, flopped onto my back, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Turn over and get on your knees,” he commanded. “It’s Lou’s turn to do some damage.” He barked another order: “Head down. Ass up.”
I complied immediately, taking only a brief second to slick my hole with a mouthful of saliva.
“That’s the way,” he said, moving into position behind me. He spread my cheeks wide, the head of his cock nudging hungrily against my entrance. “Coming in hot,” he announced. Before I could even brace myself, he slammed his entire length inside.
My body arched violently. I tried to lunge forward to escape the sudden intrusion, but Louie’s grip on my hips was unbreakable. I was trapped.
“Take it out, Louie. Take it out. It fuckin’ hurts,” I begged.
“It don’t hurt that bad,” he taunted me. “I ain’t that big,” he added, shoving his hips forward, burying himself completely.“It don’t hurt that bad,” he scoffed. “I ain’t that big,” he added, snapping his hips forward to bury every last inch.
“Oh fuck, Louie. You fucking bastard.”
“I know you like it,” he said, striking my ass with a heavy, resounding slap. The sting made my back arch and my hole squeeze him in a vice grip. I muffled my groans in the cushions as he cracked his palm against my cheeks a few more times, basking in the heat. “Mmmmm. That feels good.”
“Son-of-a-bitch,” I moaned, completely surrendering to him.
“Good man,” he said, patting my ass. Not wasting anymore time, he began pounding my ass hard and fast. The whole time, he was letting loose with a tirade of obscenities. He was hitting that spot that would’ve made me cum if I hadn’t just shot. Over and over, he drove into me.
“Oh yeah, buddy. Here it comes. Gonna shoot my babies all up in ya. Fuck!” he cried out as he began ramming me even harder as he shot his load. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck,” he muttered as he rammed the last of his load into me and abruptly stopped. Pushing my body down, he followed, lying his full weight on top of me.
“Tread,” he said quietly.
“Right,” I responded. He lay on top of me for a while longer, catching his breath and composing himself.
When his cock involuntarily popped out of me, he sighed and rolled off of me, pushing my body to the side so he could lie parallel to me.
Well, Tread. I’m glad I waited fifty-five years to cross this off my bucket list. “I’m 99.99% sure it won’t happen again, but I really had fun this time.”
“Well, it was the only time I’ve cheated on my husband, and I’m sure it won’t happen again. I’m glad it was you, so we don’t have to deal with the discomfort later on.”
“Thanks, Tread.” He leaned in, and we shared one last long, intimate kiss before getting up from the lounger.
We got cleaned up and dressed. The only comment made about the previous sex bout was the amount of cum leaking from his ass. He said he felt like the bitches in the pornos that get creampied by ten different men. I pointed him to the toilet and told him to get rid of it, and we laughed.
And that is how you cross something fun off your bucket list.
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