I've had a pretty normal life. I'm 45 years old, I have a decent job, and basically don't have much to trouble me. I'm married with three kids. You know the drill. Just your basic guy that likes relaxing at home and thinking about pussy all the time. When that isn't possible, there's nothing I like better than spending time with my '69 GTO when I get the chance. I've had it for six years now, a nicely restored car I found that had the original 400 Ram Air and the 4-speed. It's an old school muscle car that is fun to work on. Nothing at all like today's cars. So here I was on a Saturday morning out in my garage, got my radio playing oldies for inspiration, and I'm laying under the car happy in my own world.
I detect a change in the shadows in the garage and know someone is there. Well, it can't be anyone in my family since they left for Ohio this morning to visit my in-laws. I scoot out on the creeper I'm laying on and try to see who is here. Looking up, I see it's that new kid from the house two down that just moved in. I'd seen him out in their yard as they were unloading the U-haul. Looked to be about 16 (you choose the age), tall, skinny, and definitely not your sports type. He was wearing those parachute shorts and a tee shirt with some random phrase on it.
Smiling up at him, I introduced myself. He shuffled his feet a bit and said, "My name's Randy. Hey, I saw your car from over there and wondered if it ran. It looks pretty old." Assuring him it indeed ran, likely better and faster than my Toyota Camry in the driveway, I began to school him in the muscle car era. As he walked around the car, looking inside the car and running his hand down the fender as I talked, his eyes glazed over pretty quick and I knew I'd lost him with the talk of quarter miles, ETs, drag strips and boulevard racing. That's kids for you. As I talked, my eyes were roving over his frame and I could see that he had the look of a lonely and bored kid who was out of his comfort zone just talking to a stranger.
My neck getting weary from craning up in my laid out position, I laid back flat and invited him to help me with the job I was doing, which was finishing up a tailpipe and muffler replacement. As soon as I offered the activity, he lit up as if he truly wanted to be in my presence being useful to someone.
Sliding my upper body back under the car, I began calling out my needs to Randy. I asked for a ratchet and he handed it down. After the second request, I noted a delayed response in his action. Wondering why, I lifted my head as much as possible and could see his legs and feet frozen in place. It seemed as though he was staring at something. Looking closer, I then realized that Randy had a prime view of my cock head poking through a hole in the cover-alls I was wearing. I've had these cover-alls for years and basically ruined them with all the projects I'd done, and sure enough, one of the holes aligned with the truth that I didn't wear underwear today.
Noting Randy's interest in viewing my cock instantly sent electricity through me as I tried to gauge the ramifications of possibly offending this young 16 year old boy. As I watched his feet shuffle, I could tell he was interested in what he was viewing. My cock is no monster size, the average 6 incher in its relaxed state. He was seeing the head of my cock and his hand was inside his shirt rubbing his belly as he took it all in. As for me, I love pussy, have always loved pussy, and the idea of gayness and its intricacies have never entered my mind to any serious extent.
Not wanting to create a stir where it wasn't needed, I figured I'd ask again for the gasket set from the bench and try to adjust myself so I wasn't exposing my cock like this to him.
"Earth to Randy. Hey, dude, you gonna hand me the gaskets or not?" As I renewed my request to Randy, he seemed to come out of his reverie and slid over to the work bench and retrieved my parts. As he handed them down so fast, I couldn't get my hands to the fabric of the cover-alls fast enough to adjust them. He leaned over and slid the part across my thighs, his hand grazing my cock in the process. The unexpected excitement of his action did two things immediately. One, I lifted up and banged my fucking head on the floor pan of the car, nearly knocking myself out. Number two, my cock detected a new sensation that it liked and it sprang to full erection before I knew it. So now I am sporting a cut on my forehead and sporting an erection that grew to 8 inches.
Randy, seeing my reaction to his action, blurted out, "Oh, shit, man. I'm sorry." He kneeled down to see my face and in the process was mere inches from my cock. The thoughts in my mind were coming fast and furious. I realized this kid liked what he saw. I couldn't hide the fact that I liked it. Not knowing what to say, I dropped the gaskets on the floor under the car and slid my body out . Trying to stand, my erection had caught on the cloth and liberated itself, bringing my balls into the open air. Looking at my hands, I didn't want to wipe grease and dirt on my cock, but I had to do something. I was frozen in my tracks as I saw Randy, who had now tented his shorts with his own erection, slowly reach for my cock in slow motion. I was powerless to stop him.
His small hand encircled my cock shaft and he moaned in pained admiration. I was unable to move or speak as I watched him. In his own world, he cupped my balls and slowly and gently began to masturbate me. This new experience for me didn't allow consequences to enter my thoughts. I towered over him and could see the look of adoration as he bent slowly and lowered his mouth onto the head of my cock. At the moment I felt the wetness of his tongue, my legs involuntarily spread and my knees bent. Feeling so alive at that feeling, I was hooked.
Quickly I wiped my hands on the belly of my cover-alls and began to unzip them. I turned my head to the garage door and realized we were standing near the entrance and any passer-by could view me having my cock sucked by a 16 year old boy in broad daylight. I reached for Randy's head, lifted him off my cock, and pushed him back toward the front of my car. I removed my cover-alls and shoes and stood before him naked. Randy's eyes were fixed on my now throbbing cock. He kicked off his tennis shoes and slipped down his shorts and underwear and lifted his shirt over his head.
Now we were both naked in front of the GTO. He again bowed down and took my cock into his mouth, resuming his desire to suck my cock. Feeling his breath on my balls as he lifted to catch his breath, my hands roamed the back of his head and I began to appreciate his nakedness. His small ass cheeks were so brilliantly pale and flat. I could look down and see his 4 inch cock on high alert. For the first time in my life I wanted to feel another cock and see what the fuss was all about.
I pulled Randy once again from my cock and in my huskiest voice told him to follow me. I took him through the garage into the den. I turned and laid down on the carpet. He followed me down. As he gripped my cock, I could now hear the noisy sloppiness of my precum and his saliva as he slowly stroked my foreskin back and forth. With a tentative hand, I reached for his cock, immediately detecting it felt like a small steel rod. It was rigid and would not flex in any direction but straight up. His balls had only the lightest touch of hair on them.
Sensing my interest in him, he crawled onto my belly, his face down toward my cock and began licking the shaft of my 8 inches. He moved a hand to my balls and slowly wound his way down to my hairy asshole. He paused for a few seconds circling the entrance and then began gulping at my cock and pushing his finger into my ass.
Lost in pleasure, I was helpless to stop myself from tugging on Randy's legs as I spread them and pulled him to me. I placed his balls over my nose and sniffed them, my tongue desiring to taste him. As I bathed his balls, my hands spread his ass cheeks, tight though they were, and my tongue found and invaded the entrance to his pink hole. As Randy gobbled at my cock, I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into the tightness of his ass. Not satisfied, I slid him up further and his 4 inch cock jumped into my mouth. I closed my lips around his cock and began to lick and suck him. While a new activity in my world, it felt so natural and so pleasurable to suck this boy's cock. I tried to photograph in my memory all the feelings I has having. I could taste the stale pee slathered on the head of his cock, and something else, another taste that was different to me. It had to be old cum from his self-pleasuring that he had not been able to wipe away. I quickly had to appreciate that since it was gone rapidly as I worked up and down, bobbing my head on the small shaft of his cock. A mere mouthful for me, I knew what it took to produce an orgasm from a cock, and I wanted to taste his boy juices. As I increased speed in my cock sucking, I reached again for his boy pussy and attempted to push my finger into his pink hole. This action caused Randy to lift his mouth from my cock and moan in delight.
Soon enough I had my finger buried in his tight pink hole. He was fucking my mouth as fast as he could, his cock a blur as it went in and out of my mouth. After only a couple of minutes, his legs stiffened and his back arched. I plunged my finger all the way into his ass. He bucked and cried out and exploded his cum into my mouth. I felt the first spurt of hot juice that splashed into my mouth as his cock pulsed. The watery content was followed by a second, more substantial gush that had substance. I tried to accumulate the fluid in my mouth as I mouth fucked him to completion. He humped and humped and then held his position as I milked all of it into my mouth, my tongue working the small hole that leaked the last of his cum until he was tender and slipped his cock from my mouth. As he rose from my mouth, I slipped my finger out of his ass entrance and sloshed his cum once more in my mouth and then slowly swallowed it, savoring the flavor.
Randy, totally sated by his explosive orgasm, rolled off of me and onto the carpet next to me. Knowing I was only primed for release, I pushed myself to my elbows and rubbing a hand down his hairless belly and cupped his spent cock between my fingers. I rolled him onto his back and lifted him by the hips as I slid behind him. Pushing his legs apart, I leaned over and dribbled spit onto his ass crack, watching it slide to the destination I desired. As it arrived, I pushed it into his pinkness, causing Randy to rise and arch his back. After repeated suggestions for him to relax, I scooted nearer and spit into my hand. I rubbed the spit into my uncircumcised cock skin and then on the head of my cock. I wondered just how successful this effort would be, but I was lost now in my thoughts of how I needed this.
Placing the tip of my cock to the entrance to his pink hole, I nudged him and pulled back on his hips. After a bit of a resistance, my cock head slipped in a bit. Randy leaned onto his elbows, sighing as he relaxed. With reluctant patience, I eased my cock into him slowly, pausing to allow him to accommodate my cock's girth. After I could wait no more, I pushed and entered his anal passage full bore, sending his breath out of his mouth as he moaned and accepted me. My 8 inches now resting in his boy pussy, I slowly began a practiced pattern of in and out and pushing until I fell into the rhythm that worked best. Randy began to meet my thrusts and placed his hands flat on the floor, pushing back as I increased tempo. Soon I could only allow my cock free rein and it slammed his boy pussy over and over, my balls mashing into his balls as I bottomed out again and again. Soon enough, and too soon actually, I knew the end was approaching. As I let go, my balls ballooned and my back arched and I gripped Randy's hips and pulled back, forcing my cock as deep as it wanted to go. My cock shaft felt utterly bloated and constricted at the same time. Then the head of my cock felt as though it would explode until my cum shot out in rope after rope of pulsing cum, my grunting the only sound in the room. I cried out in relief as I plunged and pushed my cock's cum into Randy. As the cum sprayed his bowels he moaned as though it felt too hot for his ass. I rocked back and pulled Randy onto my cock as the last gush flowed from my cock.
All too soon my need was met. My cock, satisfied and shrinking, slid out of Randy's abused hole in a noisy plop, followed by a stream of my cum oozing down his thighs. I fell over on my side and tried to catch my breath and lower my fast beating heart. Randy cuddled next to me, his hand gripping my deflated cock. He turned and lowered his mouth to my cock, slowly licking and cleaning the residue of my fucking, smacking his lips and swallowing.
Smiling at Randy, I wonder at how I could have done this. I didn't know I had it in me. One thing I did know is I had found a new hobby. Looking up at me, in between the licking of the head of my cock, he said, "So what are you going to be working on next weekend?"