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My mom was moving from her apartment after my dad died so I showed up from out of state to help her for a few days. When I first arrived I saw a big red 4x4 truck parked nearby. Being this is a country town it wasn’t something surprising. We started getting things organized but didn’t get too far because she works a late night hospital shift was starting soon. Before she went to work I walked out to my rental to go get us something quick to eat as the kitchen was already packed up. As I walked out to the car I heard the truck start. I instinctively looked over and what I saw inside, starting at me, was the hottest guy I’ve seen in a while. I smiled me flirty smile thinking nothing would come of it from a country boy in a small country town. What are the odds, after all? I got to my car and wanted a second look. That’s when I heard an “excuse me sir” from my right. I looked over and an old man was standing there. “Can you give me a hand?” The old man was having trouble with his car. “Uh yeah...sure”. I go over and help him open his car’s hood. It was an old car with a heavy hood and this guy had to be pushing 80. I helped him with what he needed and looked back towards the truck and it was gone.
Damn it!
I leave, get us some food and come back. The spot the truck was in was empty so I parked there, partly out of annoyance that I didn’t get a second look at Mr. Beard with the baseball cap from the truck earlier.
A few hours later my mom leaves and I start cleaning. I work up a mild sweat before I realize my phone is almost dead. I go to charge it and can’t find the charger. Damn I left it in the car.
I go to the car wearing shorts and my t shirt that has a slight sweat ring around the neck from all the cleaning I was doing. It was July and it was warm inside as I turned the AC down since I was in the garage arranging stuff for her moving truck. I see the truck parked next to me. I sigh when I see its empty inside the cab. Oh how I wished I could catch another glimpse of him one more time. I reach in my car and grab the plug and, not paying a lot of attention, bump my head on the door pillar. “Shit!” I yelled. “Careful there!” I hear from behind me. I turn around and I see the truck owner walking to his truck. I laugh “Yeah - might knock some sense in to me!” I said with a chuckle. He laughs. He had great straight white teeth. That, to me, tells a lot about the cleanliness of a person. If you can’t at least take care of your teeth what else are you not keeping up on?!?
“Haven’t seen you here before..” he says. “Yeah I’m
Helping my mom move” I said. “Just you?”
“Yeah. Just until the movers come tomorrow. How can you tell?” I asked.
“Well just a guess. Plus you look a little hot” he says as he points to my sweaty collar. “Well my brother can’t be bothered to help so it’s just me” I replied.
“Well if you guys need help I’d be happy to help” he offers. Which isn’t something too unexpected in a small country town.
I wasn’t sure if there was any alternative motives behind his offer. If there’s not and I flirt too much it could end in a punch to the face. If there is and I pass on it, well, that’s my loss.
“You don’t have anything planned on a Friday night other than helping a stranger move?” I ask with a laugh.
He gets closer and cocks his head to the side. “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.” He smiles and I notice his dark brown eyes and chest hair expertly trimmed at his collar bone as he seemed to forget to button his top button.
I smile wily. “Ok. Would be nice to have someone to talk to while I do this.”
“Oh you’re here alone?”
“Yeah. My mom works the night shift so it’s just me!” I said
“Even better!” He says. Then he winked and smiled.
We head in to the apartment. I plug my phone in and we start packing stuff up and start the small talk. His name is Brian and he’s lived here for about a year. He’s a local, 31 and single. “Single?” I asked
“Yes sir!”
“This is a small town and not a lot of younger guys here. I figure some girl would have snatched you up by now!” I said
He laughed
We spend the next 20-30 minutes boxing and packing. It’s about 1030pm at this time
“Man you’re right; it’s a little warm in here” he says which causes me to look over as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it on the vacuum cleaner. If you grew up on or near a farm you know what a farm boy looks like. He was a poster child for that term: right under 6’ tall and about 200-210 I’d guess. Great arms, flat hairy stomach, defined shoulders and a dusting of chest hair around his collar bone, which was already wet with sweat. It all worked well with is probably week old beard growth. He caught me staring. But I didn’t care, he looked that good.
“Yeah it’s a bit toasty especially in the garage. Let’s go inside for a quick glass of water.” I offered.
I hand him a glass of water and we each take a drink. Our eyes lock together and neither one of us wants to break the stare off. “You work out?” I ask still starring. “Not really just stay active. You?”
“Yeah I have to. I’m a bit older than you and it doesn’t come as naturally to us older guys like it does you younger bucks!” I said. “You’re what, 32?”
I’m 43 and in decent shape for my age. I do look younger than I am but don’t look that young.
“43”
“Shut up! No way!” He looked surprised
“I’m not paying you for saying that you know!” I said with a laugh.
“No man I’m serious. I thought you were only a year or so older than me. You look real good” he said
“Well I’m not the one running around with no shirt on” I said referring to him and raising an eyebrow.
He laughs. “What?” I asked.
“The eyebrow thing you did...that really...” he stopped mid sentence.
“What?” I asked
He looked down to the floor. We were both very close to each other as the kitchen was small due to the boxes.
“It really turns me on” he says then looks up at me his eyes filled with a spark that wasn’t there earlier.
I lean in closer. “I’ve been turned on since you walked in to this apartment” I said. I sat my glass down and grabbed his face, pulled it close to me and kissed him with all I had. His beard felt so good on my lips, his tongue was so hot and wet. Between our wet kissing and moaning the once dead quiet apartment was filled with noises. He moved from my mouth to my neck. Which is a big weakness of mine. His hot wet lips and bread sucking
On my neck. But his chewing on my neck got me instantly hard. My shorts literally bulged with my hard cock. “Careful! No marks” I said as I pulled him away.
“Oh sorry” he said
“No I loved it” I said. “See?” I placed his hand on my cock. “I just don’t want any marks I have to explain tomorrow. At least not visible marks”. He grinned. He pulled up my shirt to expose my hairy and built chest. “Nice...I don’t even know your name” he says bewilderingly.
“David” I said
“David has a nice chest. And smile.” He looked down “and cock”
“So does Brian” I said. “Well I haven’t seen your cock yet but that’s not for lack of want” I said
I reach down and unbutton his shorts. They fall to the ground revealing a pair of boxers with a wet spot on the front. “Brian looks to be happy” I said
“Very” he replied
I pulled down his boxers and his dick popped up, smacking against his belly flinging a big of precum up on to the hair on his bellybutton. I moaned with pleasure, bent down and bit down on his nipple. He gasped and suck in some air between his teeth. I licked and bit his nipple, using my tongue to play with the little fuzzy hairs around his nipple. I reached down and cupped his balls which were nicely trimmed. I rolled them around with one hand while I grabbed his ass cheek with the other hand. I used my tongue to trace a path through his bit of chest hair down to his treasure trail to the precum he had flung there earlier. My stubble grazed the head of his cock and he jumped back. “Super sensitive” he said. I looked up and his eyes were closed so I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my chin. He jumped back up against the counter but his eyes never opened. I continued to rub his cock against my stubble and watched him buck and jump around. Being that much in control of a hot young country guy lit a fire within me. My animal instinct seemed to take over. I put his cock in my mouth and buried my nose up against his trimmed bush and slid a finger in to his hole at the same time.
He yelled “Fuck!”
I finger fucked him with one hand, twisted his nipple with the other and bobbed up and down on his cock with my mouth. “Oh my god man! Yes yes yes!”
The more noises he made the more I enjoyed it.
I pulled off of him and stood up. We were both sweaty by now and breathing heavy. We looked at each other.
“I want to eat your ass” I said to him
“Hell yeah!”
I turned him over the kitchen counter and mouth fucked his hole. He yelled my name every time I was able to get my tongue in to his hole. I worked his ass for several minutes and got it all lubed up.
“I want to fuck you country boy” I said
“Fuck me!”
He hadn’t even touched my cock yet so I used that to my advantage. I’m an honest 8.25 inches and thick with a good left curve. I placed my dick head against his wet hole and he took a deep breath. I pushed my head into his hole and stopped when he groaned. Then I slide it in further until I hit resistance. Damn his ass was the tightest I’ve had in a very long time. I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed in deeper. He arched his back and pulled away. “Oh no country boy. You stay right here. Take it...take it..!” I said as I pushed in feeling myself stretch his hole. “Damn boy you’re tight as hell!”
“Give it to me daddy” he groaned.
I pushed in until my bush was smashed up against his surprisingly smooth ass. As I pulled out he pulled away again and I popped out of his ass with a ‘pop’ sound. He yelled with pleasure. I reached down and grabbed both arms, pulled them taught which pulled his ass against my wet cock. I reached up to his shoulder and held him tight. “Son you’re not going anywhere so stop trying” I said in a shockingly gruff voice. He had me so turned on! He whimpered as I placed my cock against his hole and pushed in hard. Once against him fully, I reached my arm around his neck and held him in place. Then I let loose. I fucked him. I alternated between hard and fast and shallow and deep. My sweat dripping on his back and running down towards his ass crack. My balls slapped against his ass and made that sound that we are all familiar with. After only a couple of minutes I pulled out and turned his around. His face is a look of pain and pleasure. I pushed him back on the counter and put his feet on my shoulders. I looked him in the eyes and they said “yes”. I entered him again in this position and fucked him more. He was holding on to the end of the counter. He used the counter to meet my thrusts and push against me. That was telling me he was enjoying it. Well that and his throbbing and leaking cock. I started to jack his cock as I fucked him. His sweaty face looked up at me and he started to shake his head ‘no’. But I didn’t care because my balls had already pulled up to my body - I knew I was close but wanted him to go first. When he threw his head back I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt his ass start to contract on my cock so thrusted in all the way. I wanted to see and feel him cum. I slowly jacked his dick 2-3 times before he screamed and shot one stream of white cum up on his stomach. Then another. And another. By that third one I had had enough and started fucking him again. Then I exploded up inside him. I shot so much cum inside him it started to leak out even as I continued to fuck him. I buried myself as deep as I could as I leaned down towards him and licked some of his sweat from his matted chest fuzz. We were fucking so much that we forgot to breath. We were both gasping for air when I collapsed on him, smearing our sweat and cum together without thinking. I realized his back was probably hurting because of the counter. I jumped up quickly forgetting I was still inside him and still hard. My cock tore out of him with another ‘pop’ sound causing him to jump in pain and pleasure and cum to spill out on the floor. I felt bad for hurting him but started laughing when he started laughing.
“Damn daddy. I’ve not been fuck in a long time. And never fucked like that!” He said as he tried to stand up. His legs buckled and I grabbed him but my legs were weak too so I wasn’t much help. Plus my cock was soaked with my cum and I got it all over him when I grabbed him. We both laughed again and hobbled out of the kitchen.
“You’re hot as fuck. I don’t remember when I was this turned on last. My god! Let’s get cleaned up.” I suggested.
I led him to the bathroom. Luckily I hadn’t got to packing it up yet. I started the shower for him. “You go first. You need it more than me. I’ll get you a towel” I said.
I went around to the towels and handed him one. I went to walk away and he grabbed my arm. “No sir. I don’t want to do this alone” he said.
Damn this kid is a machine!
We both stepped in to the shower and...well...that’s a story for another day.