I have been acquiring tools since we moved to Florida four years ago; our move included retirement (or virtual retirement) for me. My hobbies up to that point were working and playing tennis; I needed a replacement for the work. Since we bought a thirty-year-old house there’s often something to do; a built-in work-bench and YouTube are dangerous enablers!
I’ve built quite the tool trove. There are often estate sales and before I was retired I started attending them; mostly just to see other houses in the area when I’d see a sign. But then I started picking-up nice tools when I saw often pristine sets of everything from wrenches and screwdrivers to a battery circular saw new in the box. Oh and I’m up to six cordless drills and twelve batteries and chargers. The extras I can’t explain; my naturally frugal (okay, I’m seriously cheap when it comes to spending money!) tendency sees prices that are pennies on the dollar and next thing I’m carrying things to my car.
So that’s how it started. But as I began to find things around the house that I could YouTube and learn to fix I expanded my repertoire. Many friends have suggested that I sell myself as a handy-man but I’m not looking for work; this is just a way to spend time I have to save money and aggravation by not having to hire others to do what I have the time and can learn to do on my own.
And so as projects came up and I needed or expected that in the future I’d need certain tools I hadn’t yet come across I began searching for good used items; mostly by surfing Craigslist. My son helps remotely with Facebook Marketplace as my husband and I only go on Facebook to see posts about my grandsons or him often to research companies for his work.
An intriguing radial saw had come into my awareness as a very useful addition. Twice I’d seen them on the first day of an estate sale and decided to wait until the second day when prices dropped to half; maybe I’m regaining hold on my cheap approach. But both had slipped through my cheap fingers and those next days when the prices were cut in half and I was lazing and getting railed by my husband when the sale opened. Yeah I had my priorities straight; or not straight! LOL the most recent time was yesterday morning and by the time I went back to the other side of our country club to the estate sale you guessed it; I’d missed-out on the saw … Again. So Al Jr. and I had taken to Craigslist and Marketplace to see if there were any of these hot-ass saws Craftsman hasn’t made since the mid-90s and were anywhere near us.
On Craigslist an hour and a half south was one of the last models; and the pics made it look like it was in new condition. A call had me sending a third of the incredible low price of $150 the seller was asking for it and scrambling to rent a U-Haul van to haul it and the stand home. With the van rental and gas added to the price I’d still own this baby for 5% of what they originally cost!
Since the U-Haul van only had two seats Daniel took our car home and Kent and I headed south. When we got there I wasn’t surprised to find we’d arrived in a retirement golf community; Florida is full of them! I was surprised to find a young bro-type shirtless in the Florida heat coming down the driveway to greet us looking exceptionally good with his well-honed body covered in sweat.
“Damn!” I said to my husband as we got out of the van and the seller’s sinew signed in the sun.
“Fuck!” Kent agreed. “That sweat-soaked waist of those shorts!” I’d noticed the band of a few wet inches of his shorts from his trim waist and mentally licked my lips thinking of his junk.
With introductions we found that the bro glowing in the midday sunlight was named Buck and was the former grandson-in-law of the saw’s owner who had gone to assisted living. He was the old man’s power of attorney and had listed the “valuable” items and was donating the rest. “I may have bitten more than I could chew when I agreed to take care of this; but the family is fucked-up and I’m basically all Pop has.”
Aside from being shirtless Buck was freeballing in those cut-off sweats and looked like he made a habit of sweating this much in a gym or the equivalent. Beautiful muscularity, fur on his pecs, treasure trail, sticking out his pits, covering his arms and legs, and a thick thatch of the dark thick curly hair at the sweaty small of his back. Intriguing tatts on his arms and pecs completed the mouth-watering ensemble.
“He’s lucky to have you,” I said and clapped him on his dripping shoulder frantically thinking of a way to sniff my hand.
“We’d be happy to stick around for a couple of hours and lend a hand,” Kent added. Then he said, “Or if you’re up for a break from the drudgery we could think of some other things to lend than just our hands.”
I was surprised; I hadn’t gotten any gaydar ping from him. But Kent was apparently on the money. Buck adjusted himself with no urgency to let himself go and with a grin now on his handsome face said, “I could used both kinds of help; it’s been a while.”
Kent looked at me and grinned. “Al and I specialize in helping men who need … help. Work first and we can catch-up with the sweat?”
That’s what we did; and did we ever put our backs into it. We helped Buck basically go through the entire place and organize everything, loaded his truck with bags and boxes of things he was taking to the old man and neatly arranged things into the sweltering garage that he was having a veterans’ charity pick-up on Tuesday. “Dudes! We’re done and I SO owe you! This would have taken me the whole day and into tomorrow. And not gonna lie; Al you’re far more organized than I am to get this done. Thanks man!” he said sincerely and put out his big hand to shake. Yeah I’d fallen into directing the action to keep us progressing.
We all stank and were soaked with sweat; but I for one had been eyeing Buck’s very well-presented butt and swinging junk freeballing in his cut-off sweats and was half-boned in my shorts. I pulled him in for a bro-hug when our hands clasped and enjoyed another close-up whiff of him and his slippery muscles and soaked fur against my own.
“Hey now I didn’t just sit around and look pretty!” Kent joked and I released our young stud host so he could give Kent the same. Kent added a healthy grope of Buck’s finely-presented ass.
“Shower?” Buck said but included no suggestion that it was his choice. He also did that slow adjustment to his junk again grinning at us.
“You’re gonna need it for what we have planned for this ass. Gay or bi?” Kent asked. “Not that it has any bearing on the shower for other than that part of you; we both have tongues for the rest of you.”
“Oink!” Buck replied with a grin. “Gay all the way man. Pop’s deadbeat grandson is my ex. And it wouldn’t have been a question if I hadn’t been confident I was ready.” He gave a laugh and added, “Thoroughly cleaned myself this morning even though it’s been months since I had that area used! Guess I knew it was going to be my lucky day.”
“I hope you appreciate and know how to handle big cocks as well as you manage your readiness for what energy the universe pushes your way,” Kent said.
Buck dropped to his knees and was pulling my shorts down nearly before Kent had finished the question. “I’ve been mentally edging to the outlines of your big meat since Al adjusted himself when he got out of the van almost three hours ago.” Oops busted at first ogle!
Buck buried his face in my swampy crotch and inhaled and rubbed it before swallowing me whole. “Whoa! Fuck!”
Kent grinned. “I knew he had the skills.”
Kent got out of his shorts and shoes; we’d both long since lost the shirts. Then he used his foot to push down the ass of Buck’s shorts to reveal that prized peach in all its glory. Hairy, globular, and thanks to his enthusiasm it was pushed out with Buck’s impressive back severely arched. “You gonna fuck me while I blow your husband big man?” Buck asked when he unthroated my dick for just a moment.
“Beg for it!” Kent ordered him. “And get those fuckin’ shorts gone!”
Buck did as he was commanded in reverse. While continuing to work the length of me with his lips, mouth, and throat he awkwardly got his shorts the rest of the way off and got his back arched again and waved his ass at Kent. He took his mouth off me and said loud, “Please rip my pussy apart with that huge tool of yours sir while I suck-off your husband’s huge daddy-dick. PLEASE SIR!!!”
“Where’s the lube? And are you clean medically?” my husband growled.
“I’m neg,” Buck answered.
Kent smacked his ass hard enough for the slap to echo through the living room. “Don’t be a dumb-ass. We’re on PrEP; we told you that. KEEP UP! Are you CLEAN of all the other STI’s that could be a problem when random-fucking a whore stranger like you?”
“Oh sorry,” he said with a chuckle and then a “YOWCH!” after another hard slap. “It’s been months as I told you and I’ve tested clean for everything twice since anyone touched me. Now will ya for fuck’s sake JUST FUCKIN’ FUCK ME?”
What followed was a loud hock of spit and another louder cry when Kent shoved his way in mercilessly. When the howl ended Buck sucked in a breath around my dick and said almost reverently, “Oh fuck me. Fuckin’ USE my cunt!” Then he went back to work on me and banged his head into my abs with every rough thrust Kent dealt him.
My dick was raging from watching my husband bang the daylights out of our host. Kent had obviously pegged him as a man who wanted to be used. “Grab that fucker’s head and skull-fuck him hon! This good-for-nothing-but-being-a-cock-whore can take it; I’m sure of that!” he said as he thrusted his monster hard-on into him roughly.
I did as my husband said. I grabbed Buck’s buzzed head and slammed myself in until his nose was jammed into my groin. I held him for long enough to make him shake and then pulled him off me and repeated my assault on his throat over and over.
At one point I thought I might be asphyxiating him after I’d slowed my thrusts and held with his nose jammed into my stinking bush; his body started shaking and he flushed all over as my hard-on was buried in his throat and he was screaming with only muffled effect. But then he went rigid and I knew he was cumming.
“Awww fuck yeah!” my husband cried and smacked his has even harder than before. “Yeah that cunt is milking it out of me. Go on milk my load if you want it!”
Kent might have been begging to have his nut worked out of him but I was the one who jammed myself as deep as I could and let loose. “Fuckin’ take this load you cock-whore!” I shouted just as my first shot blasted through my thick hard cum-cannon and my DNA spurted down into Buck’s stomach.
Kent yelled, “Fuckin’ right! Time for me to fill his other end.” And as he said it he jabbed a few more times and then shoved in and stayed in while his body spasmed and he unloaded his balls. He gave a long, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” as his first blasts impregnated Buck.
We stunk worse than before; it hung in the air as we tried to breathe normally and each breath teased my spent dick. Then my body suddenly rebooted. “Sit on my fuckin’ face and let me reclaim my husband’s seed!” I ordered Buck and got myself flopped onto the sofa on my back. As he worked go get himself moving again and climbed toward me I told him, “And suck my husband’s dick clean of your slut-hole!”
I smelled his more pungent crotch-sweat before I tasted him or smelled Kent’s cum or his funky hole; his sweaty balls and taint overpowered the funk I’d enjoyed of his pits as he lowered himself in a squat on my face. In addition to the alluring man-stink Buck’s quads as he squatted and his bubble butt and slimy hairy crack had my spent dick throbbing again.
Kent was getting himself in position as I tasted Buck’s gaping hole. I inhaled deeply of the funk as I entered him with my tongue and found the familiar taste of my husband’s strong-sweet sperm mixed with Buck’s ass-sweat and slightly tangy ass juice.
“Yeah clean my rod! Make yourself useful!” Kent said and I heard Buck slurping. “Goddamn good bitch!” he added and I heard Buck hum like a moan.
Buck ground his hole onto my face and I ate it aggressively. I had his big hard butt-bubbles pulled apart for maximum access and lapped and sucked and chewed his pussy-lips to get him to writhe harder. When Kent asked him, “Fuck dude! Are you cleaning me up or trying to get another load out of me?” I felt the pig’s hole clench and his body spasm; the splash that sprayed down my torso and puddled on my solar plexus and groin told me that he’d blown another wad!
Kent’s voice: “ Give me those ripe pits! Fuck yeah mmmmmmmmm!” prompted me to get my tongue out of Buck’s hole and to deeply inhale his sweaty hairy balls and to bury my nose in his taint. Goddamn did he taste and smell good as I worked over his bag and surrounds! His dick was still leaking cum and I felt it smearing on my face and smelled the reek of it.
“Fuck dudes! This is so fuckin’ hot. But I’m fuckin’ spent!” Buck groaned. “Two for me! FUCK YEAH! I owe you each another one sirs … at least.” Seemed like Buck might not be completely spent though his softie said he might be.
Kent let him go and fell back onto the clean but long-outdated outdated couch. It was one of those brown-shaded plaid artificial fabrics that shouldn’t ever be too close to a flame; I knew it had to be scratchy as hell on Kent’s butt, back, and legs. “Truth! As hot as that was we should save some for our Danny at home.”
“Danny?” Buck asked from where he’d slid and flopped onto the floor. The carpet fabric was far newer than the couch and clean too; but equally rough against skin I was sure. “Come on; spill it!” His dick was perking-up as he demanded an explanation.
Kent laughed and since I was still standing asked me to get one of our phones. I did and pulled a particularly provocative photo of Daniel being railed by me which Kent had taken without asking either of us. I showed the photo to Buck who reacted.
“Holy fuck! You’ve got HIM at home and you’re balling me?”
“You’re hotter than fuck!” I shot back. “And besides; he’s at home and you’re here.”
“Where did you guys drive from?”
Strange how disjointed and previously-unimportant facts click in your head. Buck’s phone number was the same area code as ours. And he’d told us in passing while we were organizing everything in the grandfather’s house that he lived about forty-five minutes away.
Kent answered. “Jacksonville. For over four years now. We’re from New Jersey before that,” he added reflexively but stifled the habit of naming the exit off either the Turnpike or Parkway as we people from New Jersey always do.
For once Kent wasn’t ahead of me. This wasn’t casual post-cum banter; this was Buck wanting a piece of our Aussie stud-fuck Daniel and maybe more of us. “Near the beach,” I told him. “You should … “
“DUDE! I fuckin’ work in Jax the three days I’m in the office. Baymeadows; I work for Bentley.”
“Al’s partial to a particular competitor to Bentley,” Kent said with some cheek as he realized the play. “But if you could get us the I-fucked-an-employee discount we’d consider it,” he joked.
“No!” I over-reacted. “We’re not spending the price of a Bentley on any car! Jesus; they’re twice what we’d pay for a Benz discount or not. And we get free service; I wouldn’t even want to guess how exorbitant the cost of servicing a Bentley is! Holy hell Kent!”
Kent was grinning. He only rarely wound me up about my tight approach with money; pushing my frugal button was the worst he could ever do to me. “You finished hon?”
“Oh very funny,” I said acceding to having been sent-up.
“You two are such a couple,” Buck said with a tone that said volumes.
Kent got off the sofa and came to me and kissed me. “You know I love that you’re so financially responsible.”
“I thought it was my big dick,” I shot back and pulled him into an even hotter even longer kiss.
I was more breathless than my husband when the kiss ended. “Let’s not forget your amazing stud ass!”
“Dudes I’d kill for either of your gargantuan cocks!” Then with a sigh, “Or to find someone and have what you have.”
Kent and I had both momentarily forgotten about Buck. Without breaking eye contact with me Kent said, “Yeah well you had both of our cocks and didn’t have to commit murder to get us. Or was your comment about ‘what we have’ about sniffing after our Danny?” he teased Buck.
”Not gonna lie; you two are hot as fuck and if Danny is anywhere near … “
“Daniel,” I corrected him. “Only Kent calls him ‘Danny’ and of course gets away with it like every man who has an humongous dick and knows how to use it.”
Kent steered us back to the topic. Since you’re no stranger to Jacksonville … “
“Fuck men I’d drive up to Jax for those cocks of yours. Even without knowing that DanIEL might be part of your hospitality.”
And he already texted this morning asking if we have plans today and sending a pic of his swollen butt-hole.
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