Small Town Paradise

Chapter 4: Mike

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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To keep in shape I started running and walking on a regular basis, making a regular route around the general neighborhood. It felt good to be getting fit and I liked exploring the streets near where I was living—in the daytime. My route was regular enough that people started to recognize me as a local. They would wave and say hello and on occasion I would stop to chat about the weather or pat their dog.

One Saturday I passed by a house on my route where a man I’d never met before was crouched down tinkering with a lawn mower in his driveway, in front of his two-door garage with an open-topped Jeep Wrangler and a Toyota Avalon inside. The guy was huge—probably 6’5” with a massive upper body stretching a tank top to its limit, tight hips stuffed into some gym shorts that looked too small to hold what was in them, and massive thighs. Shaved head, moustache and goatee.

I had slowed down to a walk so I waved and said hello. He waved back and called out “Hey, how’s it goin’? I’ve noticed you going by here before. You live in the neighborhood?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’m Alex. I just moved here about a month ago.”

“Mike,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me.

I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch because the bulge in his shorts was obvious, and I swear the tip of his cock was peaking out below the bottom edge. I quickly looked away but I think he might have noticed where I had directed my attention. He very nonchalantly adjusted his package with his right hand before reaching out to shake mine. The grip of his big, thick hand was powerful.

“So you just moved here?”

I explained my circumstances and the fact that my plans were indefinite but that I was finding a lot to like in the town and the people. He told the basics of his own situation, etc. He was married with a twenty-year-old son who was away at school. We chatted casually about the town and the neighborhood and what he liked about it, and then we said good-bye, see you later, and I was on my way, a little dazed from talking to such a sexy guy.

A week later on Saturday I passed by his house around the same time to find him mowing his front lawn, dressed in the same tight shorts as before, but now shirtless. His upper body was magnificent—big rounded shoulders and pecs and massive upper arms, but not pumped like a body-builder’s. He was just big.

I stopped and waited until he saw me. When he did he waved, shut off the lawnmower and came over to me. Once again he gave me the powerful grip of his handshake, although this time the grip might have lingered a little longer. And once again he adjusted his cock and balls in his shorts, only this time it wasn’t nonchalant and he definitely noticed my glance.

Two more stops on Saturday run/walks played out like this and with each visit it became more clear that he was hitting on me. The handshakes and the subtle groped crotch gestures were gradually more and more overt. He never revealed anything much about himself except to mention his wife and son, but I had the feeling that he wanted to get personal.

Finally one morning, a really hot and humid Saturday, as I was passing by Mike’s house I noticed that the garage door was open and the Avalon not there, and as I was passing I heard Mike call my name from inside the dark space. So I stopped and called out hello and he answered back:

“Hey, Alex, How’s it goin’?.”

“Mike? Where are you?”

“Yeah, hi, I’m here in the garage.”

I thought it a little odd that he was calling me from inside but I walked up into the garage. There wasn’t a lot of light in the back of the space.

“Mike?”

“Yeah, over here.”

It was really dark but I could just make out the shape of Mike leaning against his work bench in the back, close to the front end of his Jeep. I stepped inside until I came up close and when my eyes adjusted to the darkness I realized that he was stark naked, barefoot, and stroking a huge curved hard-on that had to be over eight inches and was standing straight up. My cock reacted instantly to the sight of this hunk stroking his meat.

“Well, hello…” I said, “So we meet at last.”

“Hey… Do you wanna…?,” he said, as he reached for the switch to close the garage door.

I simply smiled, dropped my shorts, stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and moved in close to him, our hard cocks standing up next to each other. Mike reached out, using one of his big hands on my ass to crush me against his body and another on the back of my head. He kissed me hard and thrust his tongue in my mouth. Suddenly he was like a man gone mad, sucking my tongue into his mouth, then pulling back, first to rub his two-day beard on my cheeks, then to kiss me hard again. When he stopped, breathing heavily, he growled in a low voice:

“I’ve wanted to do this for weeks, since the day you first walked by… You are so fucking hot… So sexy…I don’t get much chance to be with men… I…um…oh, yes…”

Then he started to lick me all over like a crazed animal, raising my arms to dive into my sweaty pits with his nose and tongue, breathing in deeply, and licking my pit hair. Then he worked his way slowly down to my chest and abs and, squatting on the floor, finally to my hard-swollen cock, which he tongued all around the crown before swallowing it to the base and holding it in his mouth, breathing loudly but calmly through his nose and grunting softly. After a minute he pulled off, held it by the base, ran his lips up and down the shaft, rubbed it all over his face and into his eyes, and then slapped himself with it. Then he turned me around, grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and stuck his nose and practically his entire face into my ass-crack. I spread my legs and he flipped over on his back and sat underneath me to work his mouth down under my balls, caressing each one with his tongue, licking the back of my ball-sack and the base of my crotch, and finally coming up face-to-dick to say,

“Fuck my face, Alex!”

So I did as he asked, plunging my cock into his mouth hard and fast with deep strokes and no mercy. He grunted with each thrust and then grabbed my ass in his hands and started to pull me into him, as if my efforts weren’t enough for him. He was a hungry man getting rammed by a hungry man.

Then, just as I was about to feel myself blow he pulled off, stood up and muttered in a low voice in my ear, “Oh, man, I love your dick. It’s so beautiful, so hard. I want it up my ass. I want you to fuck me blind. I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks, dreaming about you ramming your hard dick into me, and shooting hot jets of cum into my ass.” He stood up then, turned us around, leaned over the front end of the Jeep, spread out his arms over the hood, and pushed out his ass.

“Fuck me, Alex!

I felt a little shy about this whole situation but I closed in behind him, pressing my body against his back and rubbing my cock in his crack. Mike grabbed it with one hand, spread his cheeks with the other, pulled it toward his hole, and then pushed back until the shaft dove in out of sight. It slipped in with no resistance. He had pre-lubed in expectation of our meeting!

“Yeah!,” he screamed, “yeah, do it, do it. Yes! Yes! Ram it in there!”

My first fuck. I hadn’t expected quite the sensations of my cock passing through his hole and into the hot, slick interior of his smooth ass. From there it felt so natural and I let go of all my inhibitions. My turn to go mad. I was delirious, intoxicated with lust as I rammed my cock into him, pumping it in and out in long fast strokes. I wrapped my arms around his massive chest as I kept plunging into him. Mark reached around and grabbed my back to pull me in as I pushed. He even flattened his own back and thrust his ass out as if to take more of me.

I was giving him all that I had and I wasn’t going to last long. It was a hot, muggy morning and with the garage doors closed we quickly got drenched in sweat, our bodies slipping against each other and making slapping noises with my thrusting. Mark kept grunting and growling in a low voice “Fuck me, stud, fuck me, fuck me stud, fuck me...” And I did, until I shot four long hits of cum into him and collapsed in exhaustion on his back, shuddering from the orgasm.

After a moment I reached around to feel his cock and I realized that Mike hadn’t cum yet so I stood up, laid myself down on the dirty concrete floor where the Avalon was usually parked, and told him to cum on me. “C’mon Mike,” I said, “show me what you got in those big balls. I wanna see you shoot out of that big fat dick.” Mike smiled, straddled my legs, raised himself up to his full, magnificent height, stroked his massive hard cock a few times and, incredibly, sprayed three long ropes of cum that arced out from his cock and hit me from my face all the way down to my crotch. I didn’t know anyone could produce so much cum. Mike collapsed to his knees then laid down on top of me, his full weight pressing on me.

But he wasn’t done yet. “More,” he said. With that he raised himself up a bit, grabbed my still-hard cock, lowered himself down and impaled his ass on it. Then he began a series of squats, using his massive quad muscles to raise himself up and down on my cock, letting it slide almost all the way out then plunging down to the base, his huge balls hanging below and swaying with his plunges. “So good. So hot,” he said, “Fuck, yeah. Fuck my ass, stud. Oh. Oh. Oh. OH!” And again he pumped out three more arcs of cum that splattered up on my chest and hit my face and into my mouth.

He paused, still hard and still sitting on me with my cock rammed up his ass. Then he pulled up and off, leaned down and licked the cum off my face until he relaxed, laid down on top of me, and breathed a long deep, deep sigh of contentment.

We were filthy dirty from rolling around on the garage floor and totally drenched in sweat and cum.

We stayed that way all weekend.