I pulled into his driveway, it's a nice house, a craftsman, big front verandah, or porch. It's a got several large shrubs that block the direct view of the porch, itself. Four concrete steps lead up to the wooden deck, they're not original but durable, someone in the past had had to replace the original wooden steps. On the right as you climb up, the smaller side has a single deck chair and a small table. To left, are two chairs with a table between them. Jack is walking back and forth in front of them, talking on the phone. He waves me in and points to a cooler of beers sitting under the table. I can hear his side of the conversation and from what I gather, he's talking to one of his sons.
He's dressed in flip flops, shorts (sweat pant material shorts) and a tee. The weather is quite warm this summer and I'm dressed similarly. I take a seat and grab a cold beer. He's pacing in front of me. The deck of the porch is mostly in shade, the shrubs blocking sunlight from in front while on either end, a bamboo shade hangs down to the brick knee wall surrounding the deck. It's a pretty private space. I watch Jack pace back and forth a few times in front of me, I can see his ass as the material clings to him, I can see his cock swing freely. And I decide that I want him, so I take him.
Standing up, I wrap my arms around him from behind and stop his pacing I press him into the knee wall and kiss the back of his neck. He stutters and trips over his words, I can hear him say, "No nothing, just tripped a bit, caught myself tho".
He looks back over his shoulder at me, but I just kiss his neck and pull his shorts down. He's commando under them and his ass is exposed for me. I press my hardening cock, still covered in my shorts, into him and bite his shoulder through his tee. He stumbles again over his words and again makes an excuse to his son. I slowly kneel down behind him, pressing him forward with one hand, in the middle of his back, while holding him in place and I kiss his cheeks. I take one hand and rest it on his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, as I kiss and probe. As I do, my tongue finds it's way into the crevice of his ass, probing against his pucker.
I spit into him and follow that with a probe of the tongue, which penetrates him. He gasps into the phone. And I hear him trying to suppress a moan. Finally, he says to his son, "Look I'm going to have to go, I think I cut my foot when I stubbed my toe, I'll call you later.", then "No, it's nothing serious, just spots of blood, but I should bandage it and clean up the deck.", "Yep, love you too, talk to you later".
Then to me, "You bastard", he says, as he drops the phone.
"Quiet," I tell him, "Bend back over", and I press him down and attack his hole again. I tongue fuck him for a few minutes more then stand up and sliding my shorts down, I replace tongue with hard cock and press into him. Through the shrubs we can see traffic and pedestrians going by - a couple walking their baby in a stroller, a lady walking her dog, a jogger. I can see Jack is biting his lips, trying not to make a noise. I work harder, slamming into him, making that definitive sound of skin slapping into skin, filling the air with it. I'm trying to make him heard, to make us heard. I want them to know he's been taken. This is all still too new for him and I'm happy to push his buttons, his comfort level, to take him and use him the way I know he wants and needs to be used.