I really liked living in my neighborhood. Divorced, gay and I had my 19-year-old son living with me. I was not shocked but relieved. I knew life would be a little more difficult for him, but he would work through it. He was a jock, very athletic, not huge, just cute, and tight. Short, tight hair so he looked very preppy and well, he looked smart. I can say that. He is my kid. And I knew, though never seeing firsthand, that Steven was a bottom. I overheard he and fuck buddy one night and knew that it was Steven moaning "fuck me harder". Oh well, to each his own. I like to stay versatile. More options. Maybe one day I will talk to Steven about being versatile.
I am a car mechanic by trade. Make a good living and was able to buy a nice home in a nice suburb. I was at the end of the subdivision and the end of a street. It was private for now, the houses on either side remained unsold, probably not for long. Anyway, on with this story. I was in my garage working on my son's car on a pretty, hot afternoon. I had my shirt off and had on running shorts, no underwear and running shoes. I wanted little on as possible to try and stay cool, besides, I hate underwear. I had socially met 4 of the guy neighbors while living here and Mitch happened to run to the end of the street and was about to turn and start his job back to his house of the other side of the subdivision. As he turned to start his run back home, he saw me and spoke, "hey David, how's it going"?
He was one of the hottest toned men I had seen, a little older, maybe 45 and had been married several years.
"Doing fine", I replied. "Although, I hotter than hell out here, I think I will close my garage door and turn on my unit and get it cooled down".
or Mitch acted surprised by my comment and said, "you have a/c in your garage"?
I invited him in and told him to watch. The door came down and a small wall mounted unit in the top corner of the garage came on with bursts of cool air. "Ah, wow David, that is nice. Mind if I cool off a minute?"
"No problem, want a beer?" He reached over and accepted the beer I had pulled out of the fridge and I caught him glimpse at my crotch. He saw me. "Sorry David, but don't you wear underwear under those shorts, I mean I can see your junk pretty clearly."
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"Well Mitch, I didn't think I would be seeing anyone so I didn't think it would be a problem, plus I didn't think they were that see thru", as I. "And while we are looking, I see your cock is straining to get free of its confinement, what's up with that?"
"Damn David, we are having a dry spell at home, sex was never that great, but I can't get any and it has been at least 8 weeks since I got my nuts off. Can't even find private time to rub one out".
I kept noticing, as he talked, that Mitch's cock was now standing straight up in his running shorts. "Mitch, you need to take care of that?"
I asked, then went further, "want a quick blow job"?
Mitch looked at me in surprise. "You'd do that for me? I mean, I couldn't do that to you just to be honest".
"I know" I said.
Before any further hesitation might have caused this situation to unwind, I went to my knees and pulled his shorts off and immediately took his cock down my throat. He kept repeating "Oh God, Oh God" and "feels awesome buddy".
Probably the shortest blowjob in my life. He had been desperate and now he rewarded me with shot after shot of sweet tasting cum. He was spent and now I could tell he was going to be embarrassed. "Mitch, thank you for letting me help you with your problem. I hope this has made us closer. I will help you whenever you want so, please do not feel weird about this. It stays between us". Mitch just looked at me then smiled and said "I was feeling weird after I came but thanks for saying all that. I am justifying in my mind that you helped me out with a tough situation, so I really am ok with it. I want to do more with you, sexually. There are limits, but if you and I can keep this a secret then I think my problem is over." With that he said he had to go to avoid questions of being gone too long. He left and ran home. I dropped my shorts and busted my nut right on the garage floor. Damn that was hot!
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