I would've never, ever guessed, I'd get a father and son combo. It was a little weird at first, but then Theo came along and changed all that unexpectedly.
"Deion, can you wash my car this weekend," the 60-year-old asked one spring Friday, via text message. "I mean, we're gonna be riding in it tomorrow to San Diego, and I just wanna make sure it shines inside and out."
"What will I get in return," I asked him jokingly.
Theo and I had been messing around long enough to where he knew I'd take care of him. Theo was a hustling 63-year-old grandfather that owned three successful businesses and still managed to babysit his ornery's kids' offspring, give people money when they needed it, or just doing whatever he could to help others even if it meant sacrificing his own time. Washing his prized Corvette was something I adored, for I knew I also got the chance to drive it (and he'd suck me from the passenger seat), and well, Theo's heart enticed me to do whatever he needed done.
"Wash it Friday, and I can suck you Saturday," he said to me.
"Why not I wash it Friday, and you suck me Friday and Saturday, LOL," I messaged back.
"You bitch, always trying to take too much, LOL," he responded.
I purposely took this day off from work to do nothing, but I made my way to East Los Angeles to his place, going inside to grab the keys and get to work as I would clean it inside and out. I stripped down to my shorts and flip flops, trying to show off my chocolaty, chiseled chest while also beating the heat as it was a balmy 83 degrees at 9:30 a.m.
"Mijo, are you there yet," Theo messaged an hour later.
I was in the house gathering all the cleaning supplies to wash it down when he messaged me.
"I'm at my taco shop, just making sure all the guys get paid, before I head over to the laundromat. I'll be there shortly, then we could have a couple drinks, get a little freaky, LOL," he wrote.
Right then my dick got hard as whenever he mentioned "getting a little freaky," that usually meant "him getting a lot of cum down his throat and in his ass."
"Let's have a good day, once I finish my rounds, its about you and I. No grandkids, no distractions. Just you and I," he said.
People could look at the comparison between us and what the hell did we have in common? He was 63, five foot nine, maybe five foot ten, 280 to 290 lbs., hairy with tattoos all over, looking like an angry biker with his long mustache. Then there was me: 35, six foot four, 255 lbs., and black, and some might be confused as to how we matched up. My answer would always be the chemistry, as he was a hard worker even at an age where he could retire, and I, too, liked to grind as I was a registered nurse. Our bond was on display not just in bed (he loved big, black cock and I loved fat, Latin ass), but also in public whenever we went out with friends and family, or just in general, as he became more than just a fuck buddy, but someone I truly cared for.
"Make sure you wax it good," he added.
"I'll wax you good," I messaged back, as I was contemplating not washing the car and just heading to bed to stroke.
I stopped texting and got to work, with all my supplies intact and now spraying the car with water. I had music blasting from my car as all of a sudden a familiar blue pickup pulled up in front of Theo's house.
"Hey hermano," said Justin, Theo's youngest, aggravating son. "What's shaking?"
Justin, at 26, was the last of Theo's four children as he was a recent graduate of USC, yet still liked to mooch off Theo. He usually only came by to borrow things such as toiletries, milk or sugar, claiming that the salary of a private high school history teacher in Palos Verdes didn't pay enough. I returned his salutation as he walked in the house, then carried on with taking care of the car. An hour would pass and I finished waxing and wiping the car down to make it shine as Theo requested, and he would text me.
"You hungry?"
"I am," I answered.
He stopped texting to call.
"What do you wanna eat," he asked.
"You know what I'm hungry for," I responded, while smirking.
"Well, besides that," he said with a chuckle. "I'm leaving out of L.A. and thought about grabbing a couple steaks for us, and we remain naked til we hit the road in the morning."
I let him know that we wouldn't be alone, as Justin was in the house.
"Little bastard, probably shopping in my refrigerator. All good, I'll get him a steak, too, we'll eat, then kick him out so we can suck and fuck all day. Sound like a plan," he asked.
I laughed and tried to encourage him to get to the house as soon as possible. We got off the phone, I cleaned up the mess and took photos of the car for Theo, then headed inside. I'd find Justin stretched out on the living room couch, his shirt off, showing off his pudgy, tattooed chest, looking like a junior version of his father.