When Sandra had left, I felt sorry for Baxter. He was a mean man and a big bully. He berated everyone.
“Tell you what Baxter. I am going to come back after I take my wife her cell phone. When I come back, it’s time for you to have some fun!”
When I gave my wife her phone, I told her, “I am going over to Baxter’s. We have some more stuff to get out of his garage and take home.”
“Good idea. There are some dishes and knick knacks I want,” she replied.
When I got to Baxter’s, he was in his bathrobe, sitting at the kitchen table, having a coffee.
“I felt like a coffee after showering.”
“Did you jerk off in the shower?”
“It isn’t any of your fucking business, but, yes I did!”
“Good for you. There is hope for you yet you self-righteous prick!”
He was outraged. He had a hair-trigger temper. I burst out laughing.
“I was just funning with you. It is about time you had some fun buddy. You are about to embark on a significant adventure Baxter.”
He looked puzzled.
“Find me a bottle of cooking oil, a box of rubber gloves and an old sheet, buddy.”
“What for?”
“You will find out shortly.”
He got up, went to the pantry and got the bottle of cooking oil. Extra virgin, I noted! He handed it to me. He got a box of rubber gloves from the cupboard above the sink. This, he handed to me too. He went into the bedroom next, I followed him.
He got a sheet from the linen closet and gave it to me. I arranged a couple of pillows in the middle of his bed and draped the sheet over them.
“Lose the bathrobe, Baxter.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be such a prude, I’ve already seen your wiener.”
He took off his robe and put it on a chair.
“Get onto the bed and lay down with your tummy on top of the pillows.”
He complied.
In this position, his ass stuck up nicely and easily accessible. I undressed, except for my shorts and socks. I put a glove on each hand.
“What are you getting undressed for?”
“I don’t want to get cooking oil all over my clothes.”
With the bottle of cooking oil in my hand, I got on the bed on my knees between Baxter’s legs. He had to spread his legs slightly. I saw his puckered little cherry. I was glad he just showered.
I poured a generous amount of oil on both hands and massaged it all over the cheeks of his ass. And his lower back. And the backs of his legs.
“That feels wonderful,” he muttered.
I told him, “Good. I want it to be pleasurable for you buddy. If at any time you don’t like what you are feeling or if what I am doing is in any way wrong for you, just say STOP, ok?”
“Ok.”
I rubbed and massaged more oil onto Baxter’s accessible body parts. Rub, rub, rub. My hands, accidentally on purpose, also lightly rubbed the crack of his ass. And his puckered anus. He did not protest. He liked being rubbed and massaged.
His skin was slick and glistening with oil.
I ran the back of one hand up and down between the cheeks of his ass. Then the other. I gently rubbed a thumb against his anus. Not getting any negative reaction from him, I pushed it in a little. Then, some more. And some more again.
When my thumb was fully inserted, he moaned, “Ahhhhh!”
Since he did not protest, I pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. His breathing had increased and he was rocking on the pillows. My thumb went in and out.
I reached under him and fondled his balls. They were slick and wet from the oil drippings.
I grabbed his cock. It was erect. I stroked it.
He was not the only one with a boner! My cock was fully engorged and it strained to get out of my shorts.
“Do you like this Baxter?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Would you like me to fuck your ass with my cock, Baxter?”
“Will it hurt?”
“If it does, you tell me to stop ok?”
“Alright, go ahead.”
I pulled down my shorts. My hands spread his butt cheeks apart. My cock was aimed right at his anus. I grabbed it by the head and pushed inwards gently and slowly.
The head popped in. Baxter moaned.
Gradually, I pushed more of my cock into his ass. His breathing got faster now and he moaned happily. Once fully inserted, I paused momentarily. I felt his anal muscles clench and unclench around my cock. I withdrew a couple of inches and pushed back in. Then again. And again.
I established a slow and steady rhythm. I felt his ass welcoming each thrust. His butt pushed back against me. His breathing quickened even more. He gasped and lunged into the pillows. I sensed that he had ejaculated. The clenching of his ass around my cock confirmed his cumming.
I reached under and latched onto his cock. It was wet and slimy with cum. I continued to stroke in and out of his ass.
“Do you like that Baxter?”
“Yes,” he giggled. “It feels fucking awesome.”
“Have you ever been fucked before?”
“Never!”
“Did you like fucking Amie in the ass?”
“Hah, that never happened. She sucked me off once on our honeymoon. She wouldn’t do it again. Not even when I got her drunk!”
As I stroked in and out of his ass, Baxter’s hips thrust back and forth. He pushed back against my every thrust. He really liked it!
“When was the last time you ejaculated twice in a day?”
“Years and years ago. I was home alone and I watched a porn DVD. I couldn’t believe what these actors were doing. It got me all hot and excited. I jerked off during the movie and again at bedtime while I showered.”
“Jerking off is good for your prostate, did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I read an article once, written by a proctologist. He maintained that jerking off was more intense than sex and emptied the prostate better.”
“Good to know.”
Darned if he wasn’t moving his hips up and down at a fast pace urging me to go harder and faster. I complied. I grabbed his hips and lunged in and out. This caused me to go off in his bum, deep in his bum. He suddenly plunged into the pillows again and went off too. I felt his anal muscle contractions working on my cook.
Both our breathing gradually slowed after the excitement.
“So, that is three for you, right?”
“Yep,” he proudly chuckled.
I pulled my cock from his ass and wiped it off on the sheet. He got up and stood by the bed. He looked down at all the cum on his belly and the sheet.
“Dam, Baxter, looks like a year’s worth of jizz there!”
He laughed and said with pride, “I felt like a teenager again.”
I chuckled, “This is our little secret, ok, Baxter?”
“Oh yes. I’d never tell anybody.”
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