Happy Retirement: Brazilian Mailman

"I guess Kurt's fallen completely off the map," Tim messaged me.

It was 6 a.m. on a Friday, and both Tim and I were feeling frisky. Kurt had truly become distant since he and Alice got back together, but then we got word the two split once more, and figured he might want to play again.

"I sure miss sucking that cock," Tim messaged as we texted of him.

We both tried checking on him, and I'd go a step further in calling, only for the phone to go straight to voice mail. I loved our little "triangle" as on the surface we were "pals," but behind closed doors we made each other climax due to the chemistry we carried. It was a shame that a friend of Kurt's nature became a part of our past as sex wasn't a requirement, but hearing from him, knowing his well being was. We didn't weep for we had Ramsey, and now Ira, the beefy Army veteran who was susceptible to be flirted on.

"You two guys are on the porch, sweating out the Texas heat, eh," he asked one afternoon he came by.

We were on my porch sitting outside a bit, toking a joint as not to get the smoke in my place.

"Just wanted to get a good view, you know," Tim said to him.

"A good view of the smoke," Ira joked. "Say Ben, the office ain't been the same since you left. The crew they got now, absolutely horrible. I put in my transfer already."

Ira and I knew each other as he would play substitute carrier and rotate throughout our region, but would stay put after I left.

"Put out that bud and go in the house," he suggested.

"We will, but when you retire and do whatever the hell you choose, you'll understand," Tim told him.

He nodded to us after handing off the mail, and Tim and I would take a look at the beefy Brazilian bear.

"What I'd do to get him in bed," Tim whispered.

Ira at 55 was spry, and a beefy guy with boobs, belly and butt, along with softballs as calf muscles. He still carried that sexy accent of his despite being a retired U.S. Army colonel after 20 plus years of service. We both caught a boner each time we saw him, and contemplated "making him a sandwich." The next day, we'd do the same thing in the same conditions, roughing it to puff a bit with intentions of "checking his temperature," just to see if he was hot or cold to us.

"Hurry up and retire so you can be on the porch, too," Tim told him.

"Smoke some bud, and be on the porch with hardly on clothes on," he said as we both only wore shorts.

I knew he picked up on us, and a part of me knew he was at least curious. Tim and I chose to keep it friendly whenever he came around, not overplaying our hands as he might've straight as a street marking. The next day however, he inadvertently flirted, and in turn I offered beer time with him to see just how authentic his advance was.

"One of these days I'll take my shirt off with you," he said

He had a look in his eye, one that hinted he wouldn't mind spending a little naked time with two retirees. I had a hunger for beefy, chubby men at that moment, and Ira looked like freshly seasoned and cooked prime rib, just asking to be gnawed on.

On this day that he flirted, he gave us his phone number, and the fourth day he met us at Tim's porch, and claimed he was takijg a break on his route before Tim made him follow us inside.

"You sure you won't get in any trouble," Tim asked.

I pulled down the blinds while Tim shut the door, and Ira quickly began undressing, showing off his muscular bear chest with its crinkled, salt and pepper pubes, and his dark brown nipples.

"No trouble in having some lunch," he said with a chuckle.

I noticed his belly, and saw him push down those blue shorts to unleash a fat, dark cock, that was large even when soft.

"Damn, someone's a leaker," I said to Ira while he folded his clothes.

Tim sat on one couch, and I'd sit beside Ira on the other to begin making out as both of our cocks were throbbing. I closed my eyes, and we both wailed like horny bitches when our tongues snagged, and our hands were on each other's nipples when I'd feel Tim's mouth on my cock. I couldn't stop moaning as it felt incredible, and I was all hot and bothered when I opened my eyes, and saw jacking Ira's massive cock slowly.

"Been wanting to do this for awhile," Tim said to us as he stopped blowing me to switch.

Ira spoke Portuguese once Tim deep throated that big missile, as I would guess Ira was a full on 10 to 12 inches.

Ira and I stopped kissing to see Tim in action as he went up and down, with those pretty, pink lips expanded under that thick brush of hair under his nose, looking beautiful. Tim did Ira a bit, then switched back to me, taking me down his throat before he swatted my hands from my nipples. He briefly pulled on my blueberries before he went back over to Ira.

"My pleasure to lick that cummy hole," Tim said to him.

He rewarded Ira with a rimming, causing to shoot his legs in the air, then spread wide to allow Tim to go to town.

Tim took a minute in tongue fucking Ira, as he was precise in licking our mailman, letting that tongue file him perfectly. Ira had pearls of precum forming at his cock tip, and I would reach over to receive them, and ultimately help Tim get our sexy mailman off. Hearing Ira speak his native tongue, and moan the way he did was while working him over was the ultimate prize. Ira unequivocally was a leaker, as his hard nuts needed to decompress while Tim and I imposed pleasure. I clamped my lips tighter and bobbed my head up and down, purposely letting my spit run out of my mouth, and down his shaft to allow for sloppy traction for head, and to enhance the feeling.

"Oh, you two are gonna kill me," he complained as Tim and I doubled him.

Tim went back and forth licking balls, then ass, and I simply kept massaging that big cock from tip to base, as I was able to take deep throat.

"I think I'm gonna cum," Ira cried out before I felt his body squirm, and caught his salty semen as it shattered against the roof of my mouth.

He apologized after he filled my mouth, but I'd only take the load, and share with Tim as we were grateful Ira let us play with him.

"Did you enjoy your break," I asked Ira while rubbing him.

"You've got the prettiest cock, and such lovely balls."

"And an even tastier ass," Tim said to him.

We helped him get dressed, then would walk him out the door to finish his route.

Tim and I were so horned up that we did a "69," and swallowed each other before we fell asleep. Kurt might've been a memory, and Ramsey wasn't all the way deemed a regular, so Ira worked out just fine.