Freddie was away in England for a few months and had asked that I check on his unoccupied 3 bedroom house occasionally.
The house was 10 minutes walk from mine and I was happy to oblige. Especially as Freddie's array of fruit trees at the back were now yummily in season.
Freddie had a landscape gardener called Orville who kept his impressive plants and fruit trees in good presentable condition when he was overseas.
If you are in Jamaica with an attractive large front lawn and flowers passersby will request to pose for photos next to them. Especially in this social media age.
This particular Friday afternoon I went to check on Freddie's house and to also pay Orville for the work done that week.
After closing Freddie's front gate I walked along the left side of the house to check with Orville who seemed to be at back.
As I turned to the back of the house I was stunned to see an overexcited Orville - trousers and underwear at his ankles - manhandling his thick hard cock aggressively.
My kind of gardening I thought.
Before he could react to my presence I encouraged him to continue as I moved closer with an inquisitive but lustful stare.
The high walls at the back and sides meant the neighbours could not see anything. Plus Orville had the phone radio on to drown out any nosey ears.
Hmm Orville has done this before me thinks.
I could not help but encourage Orville to come with some verbal sexy talk to which he responded gamely.
"Good boy" I said slowly as he came hither.
I was having my own stiff moment watching Orville and I made sure he saw my bulge in my track suit bottom.
A relieved and fully dressed Orville admitted he was due to fuck a female friend and she had not showed up.
Orville said he had drunk a can of Red Bull with the blue pill and thus was so F1 revved up he was as stiff as the rake by his shed door.
Bad idea.
I advised Orville - who like me was in his 50s - that given his stoopid high risk cocktail he will have to shoot his load a few more times before his cock will eventually calm the fuck down.
"You mad!!?" I rhetorically asked him.
Before I could finish speaking Orville's dick was back to attention concerning him deeply.
Seems he was a virgin to this local popular cocktail amongst some of us older men looking to turn back to years of endless natural virility.
Now I've known Orville since school days in the 1970s. He was always doing some formal physical outdoor labouring work thus his body always looked dark, thick and toned.
He was known to go shopping shirtless even now but I never viewed him as a viable gay option given some of his public utterances over the years.
"Me no love man"
"I don't want no man standing behind me"
But I took my chances by holding O's supercharged cock and playing with his testicle with my right middle finger.
Orville did not seem flustered by my actions.
He agreed to my suggestion of going into Freddie's house. So I trotted round the front locked the gate and proceeded into Freddie's house to open the back door.
Orville and I went into Freddies spare bedroom as I felt it was my civic duty to have a more hands on approach to his stiff predicament.
I found some vaseline in Freddie's master bedroom and greased my arse and asked O to shoved his hardon right up me.
"What was I thinking?" I thought to myself minutes later.
I was caught up in the moment.
O did not need much persuasion as he plundered my arse with my eyes rolling in reaction to the pain I was feeling.
"Go easy nuh man" I said
"Top the noise and tek the backaz you bombo clart. You want me to stop?"
I shook my head.
My head was begging Orville to stop fucking me so hard but my mouth had the opposite view begging him to grind me hard as compensation for his cancelled sexual encounter.
My talk was getting sleazier as O pummelled me as I screamed mouth wide open but silently as I gripped the side of the mattress.
I could not tell if it was O talking or the lethal cocktail in him as his aggression was on another level with the kind of verbal that shocked even a broadminded me.
"Tek it idiot batty bwoy"
"You is a big ol pussy!"
"I gwan murda your rass hole today, the next day and whenever I want it. You hear Batty bwoi?"
One of Freddie's neighbour was playing some loud Country and Western music which drowned out any of my non-muted cries of joy and Orville's exuberant utterances.
Plus the bed was registering a Richter scale number given how violently it was shaking and screeching.
O said my hole was "nice & tight" and he seemed hypnotised in the moment as moistness was getting juicier.
Thankfully O shot his load again and I was shocked by the amount of sperm that unloaded in me.
I was thinking to myself "maybe I should try Os cocktail?"
Given my 9 inches has been described by well wishers as thick and heavy....
.."not a good idea"
O collapsed on the bed and we stared at the dusty spinning ceiling fan cooling all this new found energy.
Both of us naked I could not help run my left hand along his right firm big thigh as we chatted until we seem to dose off.
For a split second I was hoping Freddie had not installed any security cameras that I had suggested given his regular travels to England.
O's ringing cellphone woke us up fully and his dick seemed to be under control but a threat of stiffness seemed imminent.
I took O's right sandpaperish hand and placed it on my right nipple and suggested he squeezed it.
He saw how excited I was and began to run his tongue over both nips as my left hand caressed his chiseled back.
In between I asked how often he been with a man to which O said
"Nuff time man"
Orville admitted an older mutual friend got him into gay sex act in the early 1990s.
We started to compare notes and realised we have shared some of the same lovers.
I deliberately avoided asking about Freddie.
I advised O again to go easy on that lethal cocktail at our age as it has allegedly contributed to a number of deaths of men we both knew.
I did suggest roasted pumpkin seeds as a safer and more natural dick booster as it has zinc.
But I had to add that just licking or chewing my nipples always does the trick for me. Hence why today they looks like a C cup.
"Like this?" Orville as he tested my theory.
Thankfully his phone rang again and it was his lady friend asking if he was still free.
"Busy now, next time" and he cut her off sharply hissing his teeth .
"We need to lock up"
"Agreed, but I don't finish with your batty hole Breddah Breddah."
I am certain there are numerous things around my house that needs seeing to.
Hopefully my sore arse would have recovered by then.
But for a man like me who is cagey about anal. That was one great memorable fuck that I felt for days to come.
Since then Orville and I have formed a weekly morning mutual masturbating pairing which tends to occur before 6am at my abode.
Quick and fast.
