I met Sam at the local gym. Our conversation led to friendship and I started helping him with a remodel project to finish his basement. As a married guy in my early 60s, I started to have strong desires to suck cock. Sam must have figured that out and I began giving him regular blow jobs on Saturdays after working on his basement for a few hours. I was a quick study at giving head and I drastically improved my cock sucking. Every so often Sam had another friend over to help with the work too. Sam must have told this guy Steve about me blowing him because Sam had me suck both of them off one Saturday. Steve didn't show up very often, but when he did, I knew I would get an extra dose of cum.
I wasn't surprised this Saturday when I pulled into Sam's driveway and Steve's car was already there. I knew we were going to hang some drywall and it's always easier when you have an extra set of hands. Sam and Steve were already working on it when I got down to the basement and I fell right into the job with them.
We made quick work of hanging Sheetrock on one of the long walls. Sam suggested that we take a break. We all sat down on the couch and he handed me and Steve a can of beer. Sam cracked open his beer as he flopped down on the sofa to my right. As we admired our work, Sam started to fidget with the iPad on the makeshift coffee table. I could tell from the music that it was porn. When Sam leaned back on the sofa the iPad was playing a video of one dude servicing two other guys at the same time.
"Look familiar?" Sam said with a wry smile. He shifted in his seat and yanked his shorts down and turned a little towards me on the sofa. His magnificent cock was on full display. I didn't waste any time. I took it in my hand, felt its heft, and began to stroke it. I loved the sensation of him getting hard in my hand. I heard Steve unzip his fly and when I looked over his cock was already out. I took his rod in my left hand and stroked them both as we watched the video.
"I'd like to try a little more this time," Steve said breaking a long silence. He reached over and started to rub the front of my pants. "Is this ok," he asked. I told him that it felt great. This was new for me. Sam never really touched me. He was all about me getting on my knees, having me suck his cock and swallow his massive load. Once he came he always just got up and moved on. It felt really good to be touched. As I kept a steady rhythm on their cocks, Steve fumbled with my belt and pants before finally getting them open. He reached in with his fingers and fished my cock out of my pants.