When did you first recognize

When football season ended the first weekend in December I told my dad I wanted to get some new tires for my Ford pick up truck.  We have a long time family friend name Roy who owned a small auto repair shop and he sold tires as well.

One day I was late for football practice because I had a slow leak in my rear truck tire.  Typically I would have changed it myself but I stopped by the family friends service shop.  He was super nice, handsome ..veteran and kept that flat top hair cut.  I told him I was running late to football so I needed to get my spare put on.  Mr. Roy told me to get my gear out of my truck.  He came over to me and reached in his pocket and handed me his keys.  He slapped me on the shoulder and handed me his truck keys and told me to take his truck to practice.  I was shocked he would trust me to drive his new 1973 Chevy Scottsdale.  He winked, told me he would check out my tire and bring my truck to me at the football field.  I was most appreciative and said thank you, sir.  He winked at me and said, son, I like that about you.  Always respectful and good manners.  

I swear I climbed in the cab of his truck and it smelled so manly. That Old Spice had a distinct smell. His pipe was in the ashtray. I cranked his truck, put it in gear and fuck I was getting hard driving his truck to my high school. When I arrived at the field house my coach just looked but never said a word. I parked Roy’s truck away from others not wanting anyone to get next to it, scratch it, etc...When I got my practice uniform on I was still semi hard. Practice went well. My jock felt good especially each time I snapped the foo and the quarterback was touching my ass. Near the end of practice I heard ole blue, that’s the name I gave my pick up. Roy got out of my truck and watched the remainder of practice. When coach blew his whistle I jogged over to the fence and thanked Roy for being so helpful. He fucking winked at me and said, hell son...I’d help you out anytime. Damn, he smelled so good. I was all sweaty and yet I just wanted to stand close to him and smell him. I said I needed to hit the showers. Told him I was pretty ripe and yet you Mr.Roy smells like a man is suppose to smell. What the fuck did just say that for...out loud and face to face. I could have just disappeared. He grinned and said I’m glad you like the way I smell. Shit, why stop now. I said, sir...I loved driving your truck and it too smelled awesome. He told me to go hit the shower. I said, yes sir. I told him I’d run and get his keys out of my jeans. He could just leave my key in my trucker. Roy told me he was in no hurry And he would wait for me. I got in the shower, used Irish Spring soap, the green bar. After the shower put on my white fruit of the loom briefs, jeans, White T-shirt and slipped on my white converse tennis shoes.

I grabbed my bag and walked to my truck to throw my gear in the back. He was sitting in my drivers seat smoking his pipe in my truck. I handed him his keys. He was puffing on his pipe and said no. I looked confuse. Sir, what do you mean no. He said to me in a lower voice, “drive my truck back to the shop. Since you’ve had a shower and smell so clean...I want my truck to smell like you son.” I thought, damn...I’ll drop to my knees and suck his cock here in the parking lot of the field house. I responded, are you sure? He told me to do as I was told. Fuck, the next thing he did was blow smoke from his pipe in my face. When I returned to his truck my cock was hard as a rock. He followed me driving his truck to his shop. At the next red light he pulled up to the side of me and said when we got to the shop to pull around back.

Once we parked around back he simple stated, “wait here!” I did exactly as I was told. He entered the back door and entered numbers on a keypad. This was fall 1973 and I’d never seen an alarm system. As I stood inside the door her dead bolted then door and reached next to me and hit enter. Fuck...he smelled delicious. His hand grazed past my forearm. He was so hairy. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me slightly and said...follow me.

We bypassed the customer service small seating area and stepped up about 4 steps. His office was fashioned like an older car dealership where the sales people could look down into the service bays. He walked over to his desk and picked up a screw from the ashtray. He help up a screw that was about 4 inches and placed it in my hand. Between the texture of the metal screw and the sensation of him touching me I was started to get hard again. Three hard ons within 4 hours and no way to jerk off. He asked me to get in the top drawer of his desk and hand him his leather pouch of his cherry pipe tobacco. I did as I was told. He packed his pipe and lit it. He reached in his bottom drawer and got out a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. He poured 2 shot glasses and offered me one. Damn, at this point I wasn’t about to say no to anything. he sat in his office chair, turned to face me. Cupped his hands over his crotch and said, “son...I had Fred to plug your tire, however you need tires on that truck before winter.” I told him I was going to get a job around Christmas once football season ended. He adjusted his cock and said...when you are ready, come see me and I’ll put you to work and I’ll get you a set of tires. I told him I had some money saved from putting up hay and tobacco. He winked and said...we will work out a deal. In my mind I thought, fuck...go for it. I walked over...drank that shot, got on my knees and touched his crotch. He pit his hand under my chin and gripped it hard. He looked at me and said, “are you sure boy?” He was one of my dads best friends. I didn’t say a word. I stood up...took off all my clothes. He reached from my white briefs and sniffed them. I unzipped his trousers and pulled down his blue Towncraft boxers and cupped his balls. I licked the bottom of the shot glass with my tongue and swallowed his cock. He went crazy. He started thrusting his cock up into my mouth and I grabbed his balls and squeezed. I raised up off his cock and softly said, “Roy, I know what I want...I know what I’m doing...and you sir must sit back ...smoke your pipe and let me take care of you.” I swear he whimpered and moaned. Try like every way to set the pace and go faster. Sometimes I’d just stop. I’d remind him...Roy, slowly...you are not cumming until I’m ready to eat your load. My god...he was gorgeous. I had been with men before and they had always controlled everything. However, driving his truck to football practice I made up my mind it’s my turn to be in control.

We continued to enjoy this experience. He took his boot and nudged under my balls as I touched my throbbing cock. I sucked him for about 30 to 45 minutes. Finally, I licked just the piss slit and started touching his ass. I spit on my fingers and started fucking his ass and he feed me a creamy load of cum. I climbed up off the floor and let his cum stay in my mouth. I opened my mouth for him to see I had not swallowed his load. I touch his lips...he read my mind and opened his mouth. I stood over his chest and slowly let his load drop into his hungry mouth. I don’t know came over me...I picked up his pipe and placed it in his mouth. His whimpers were like a puppy.

As he stood up he looked down and grinned.  I had shot my load inside his boxer shorts while I was sucking him pecker.  He said he needed to take them off.  I shook my head.  I bent down and pulled those cum filled boxers over his ass cheeks.  I cupped my hand over the crotch.  My cum was now on His balls and cock.    I told him I looked forward to working for him during my Christmas break. I got dressed, kissed his slowly and danced my tongue inside his mouth.  We exchanged keys and I walked over to his desk and picked up that screw.  I’m 63 years old. Retired college professor and I still have that screw in a cigar box in my roll top desk.  More to cum!