Later I hear, “Hey, are you guys decent?”
It’s Aunt Lucy. Les scrambles over to the couch as I answer, “It’s okay, we’re still in bed.”
“I have to put a load of laundry in,” she announces and comes down with an overflowing basket. When she emerges from the laundry room, Aunt Lucy wants to know what our plans are for the day. I don’t have anything planned but Les says he’s going to check the job ads in the paper.
She says she’ll be out shopping for most of the day after the wash is done and she’s given it a spin dry.
Les immediately says, “I’ll look after the wash. You don’t need to wait around for that.”
“Okay, thanks. You guys can fix your own breakfast then and I’ll take off. See you later.”
I shower, dress and go upstairs. While I’m eating and reading the paper, Les comes upstairs.
“I put Lucy’s stuff in the dryer and took our clothes out of the hamper and put them in the wash.”
“Great,” I say.
He fixes himself toast and coffee and sits down at the table. “Thanks for the hot night.”
I chuckle. “Thank you… what made you crawl in with us?”
“I was cold and really horny.”
“Well, it was a great idea. I loved it.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Les washes the dishes and cleans up the kitchen while I go back downstairs and make the bed. Les comes down and transfers the clothes from the washer to the dryer. I lay on my back on the daybed, watching him remake the loveseat.
He comes over and lays on top of me. He holds my face and kisses me. Wow, he’s a good kisser. I kiss him back. Our lips mesh, tongues slowly thrust in and out of each other’s mouth. Next, he kisses my neck, then my ears, eyelids, and back again to my mouth. He’s definitely a lover, not just a cocksucker.
Travis and I do not kiss, cuddle, hug, or make out. We jerk and suck each other. I really enjoy what Les and I are doing, though. My cock is at full stand and I feel his erection through our clothes.
“Let’s get naked,” I suggest.
He grins. “Thought you’d never ask.”
We toss off our clothes and face each other on the daybed. We start kissing again and our legs intertwine. We push pelvis against pelvis. But I can’t wait any longer and switch positions, getting into the classic sixty-nine.
Immediately we go down on each other. I try to focus on his cock but it’s so difficult when he’s making sweet love to my pecker. His mouth is moving steadily up and down my rigid shaft and I’m afraid I will cum too quick.
I stop sucking his cockhead. ”Let’s slow down a little,” I say. “I want to enjoy this for a long time.”
“Me too.”
Our pace slows but not the intensity of our lovemaking. He worships my dick and I respond in kind. When one of us gets close, the other stops sucking, and just holds the cock, waiting for the urge to subside. But our cocks remain hard and we keep at it for a long while until, eventually, Les admits, “I have to cum… can’t wait any longer.”
I increase my sucking tempo and Les thrusts his hips, gasping and breathing heavily. I hear a mighty gasp and his hot jizz floods onto my tongue. I swallow it all and then lick the end of his cock, sucking off all the juice, and use my fingers to squeeze him empty. His loads are immense, thick and the taste is so sweet.
Having stopped sucking me while he orgasmed, Les now turns his attention back to me. He rolls over and pulls me on top, still in the sixty-nine position. He tilts his head backward and I skull fuck his mouth. He greedily encourages it down his throat. I feel his tongue on my length and the head of my cock touches the back of his throat.
I twitch and throb in his hot mouth but Les has no gag reflex. He swallows and works my cock with his lips, mouth, tongue, and throat. He’s done this before, I think. Detroit must have lots of cocksuckers.
My nuts are crying for release, full to bursting. Finally, with a shuddering gasp and thunderous spasms, my juices erupt from my palpitating cock, squirting down his throat. Les greedily swallows, keeping my throbbing erection in his mouth, sucking and licking, until it softens.
Once my breathing has returned to normal, I change positions and, face-to-face now, I kiss him. it has been a hot new experience for me and one that I will cherish and no doubt replay in my mind over and over in years to come. We embrace, bathing in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
I find it so overwhelming that our kisses turn me into a blubbering whale. Tears are soon pouring out of my eyes; I am gasping and sobbing like a baby. Les wise beyond his years, seems to understand. He holds me until my tears stop and I’m quiet.
“Sorry about that, Les,” I sniffle. “I’ve no idea how or why that happened. I think I’m just so so happy.”
“No problem, Bob. I think we enjoyed making love so much that it just overpowered your emotions.”
I know it’s certainly never happened before. I enjoy what Travis and I do, but no more than with any other guy.
Les and I embrace and hold each other. And sleep.
It’s noon when I awake and we’re still cuddled together. Les opens his eyes and we kiss each other, briefly. It’s time to shower, freshen up, and go out for lunch, my treat.
We take the bus downtown and spend the afternoon shopping and browsing the stores. In one empty washroom, when we’ve done pissing, we embrace and kiss for several minutes. We break off just as a guy comes in and we head to the row of sinks and wash our hands.
We get home around four but Aunt Lucy is still out. We rush downstairs, strip, and get to kissing and hugging and make love in the sixty-nine position. We hurry, anticipating that she’ll be back soon. We each finish with a grand climax. Les’s loads do not seem to diminish despite their frequency.
The basement smells of hot sweaty sex. Before Lucy gets home, we again shower and Les, the perfect housemate, sprays deodorant in the bathroom and basement. Now the place smells like deodorant.
At supper time we go upstairs and Lucy still isn’t home. We go to a fried chicken place a few blocks away and take away a bucket of chicken with fries, rolls, baked beans and slaw.
“My fault, totally,” I say. “I’ll help him check the paper tomorrow and he’ll be all set to job hunt on Monday morning.”
That settles her down and, after we eat, we play cards until midnight. Quiet, but nice.
When Les and I get downstairs, we cannot keep our hands off each other. It’s been six hours since we sucked each other and we’re raring to go. I can’t get enough of his awesome cock. Whether it’s using my hands or my mouth, I love his cock with its overhanging foreskin. I love the taste of his glans, his hood; such intense pleasure.
We kiss and make love. He’s so hot. While my mouth, lips, and tongue are all over his cock, my hands are in constant motion, fondling and caressing every part of his body. His cock is solid in my mouth and he’s panting and gasping, thrusting his hips at me. Then he cums. His sweet nectar splashes down my throat and I lick and suck until his cock goes soft in my mouth.
All the time, he’s sucking my dick, the pressure building, pushing me towards the edge. I spurt jets of cum into his mouth. He licks my cock until all of my juice has been gobbled. Sated, we embrace and again fall asleep.
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In the morning, Lucy hollers downstairs, “I’m off to church. See you later.”
We shower together. The enclosure is not very big but we have enough space to wash and, of course, jerk each other.
Upstairs, we have breakfast and afterward, while Les cleans up the kitchen, I start reading the want-ads in yesterday’s paper. Les seeks a sales job so I circle those, whether they’re for selling cars, insurance, door-to-door, whatever. We’re still at it when Lucy returns and makes soup and egg sandwiches for lunch.
Afterward, we’re at loose ends so Les and I go for a walk. It’s a warm day and we buy a milkshake from the DQ near the park. There are lots of people in the park, couples, groups, and families.
Back home, we find that Travis and his uncle have returned. Lucy has fixed supper. Fish of course, freshly caught.
After that, we all watch television. Then it’s bedtime and the three of us shower – one at a time – and crawl into the day-bed. Les and I start kissing and Travis joins in.
The comparison between kissing Travis and Les is remarkable. I feel that Travis and I have no chemistry along these lines. We like each other, we jerk each other off. That’s it. We don’t make love.
I’m unsure how we will proceed with this threesome. Les knows, though, and soon has me on my back, my head at the foot with him on top in the classic sixty-nine. Les spreads his leg and Travis fucks his ass. In addition to cum stains, we’re aware of the noise factor. We need to keep it down or they will hear us upstairs. Their bedroom is at the other end of the house but it’s a small home with a second bedroom used for storage. That’s why we’re in the basement.
As I suck Les’s cock, he sucks mine. We’ve left the bathroom light on and it’s bright enough for me to see Travis’s cock driving in and out of Les’s ass. It’s awesome. Watching his nuts sway with each thrust adds to my enjoyment.
Never having done anal, viewing it up close is mind boggling. It gets me even hornier and I attempt to time the bobbing of my head with their movements. Truth be told, Les is actually doing most of the work by face fucking my mouth. Travis is soon breathing hard, and his hips are rapidly pistoning back and forth. With a final push, he cums, burying his cock deep in Les’s ass for a moment or two. Then he slowly fucks in and out, prolonging his pleasure.
Les is next to cum, spurting his juice down my throat. As usual, I lick his cock until it’s limp. Then it’s my turn. Once more I am the beneficiary of Les’s skills as a cocksucker extraordinaire. He lovingly licks and sucks my manhood as I unload my joy juice. He swallows it all. Can’t have Lucy finding cum stains on the sheets, can we?
When we are all resting, huddled together, Travis asks, “Do you want to hear about the blow job I got on my fishing trip?”
“What? Hell yes,” I reply.
Travis clears his throat and begins his story. ”When we left Saturday morning, I found out that my uncle’s neighbor, Tom was coming fishing, too. But he didn’t join us in our car. He says he hates being a passenger so he followed us in his truck. After an hour or so, he flashes his lights and we pull over. He asks if I can drive him rest of the way as he’d like to get some shut eye. I thought it odd that he didn’t mind being a passenger in his own truck but my uncle nodded and I just shrugged and got into his truck.
“We took off but Tom says to slow down a bit and let my uncle get some distance from us. When we can barely see my uncle’s car, Tom asks me if I can keep a secret? I say yes and he immediately slides down on the seat and gets below the dash so nobody can see him. He leans over the transmission hump and starts undoing my belt. Soon he has tugged my jeans and shorts down to my ankles and he starts to rub and fondle my cock and balls. There is just enough room between my belly and the steering wheel for him to suck my cock. And he is good at it, too.
“I say to him, ‘Tom that feels so good,’ and he says, ‘Sorry to be so eager, but I don’t get a chance to suck a young hard dick like yours very often these days.’
“Well, he bobs up and down on my cock and sucks it in deep. He gets a steady rhythm going and soon I need to slow down or I’ll be driving off the road. When I cum, my hips uncontrollably thrust up and down and his head bumps back and forth on the steering wheel. But he keeps on sucking and soon I am drained and limp once more. He gets up on the seat and steers while I pull up my shorts and jeans.
“I thank him and he thanks me but he says, ‘Don’t tell your uncle, okay?’ I promise but didn’t say anything about you guys. But, to be fair, you two need to keep this a secret. Okay?”
Les and I agree and, on that note, we huddle and cuddle and drift off to sleep.
To be continued
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My thanks to JWren for all the editing assistance.
