Wayne returned home after four weeks of visiting the sub-par franchises located in the Mid-Atlantic States. The CEO of the franchise sent him to read the owners the riot act and determine the reason for their below average sales. The weeks of fast food and cheap motels he was happy to be home. He loaded his dirty clothes into the washer and slid his two suitcases under his queen size bed, stripped off his casual suit and underwear then headed to the ensuite for a shower. Waiting for the hot water to arrive, he took a close look in the full-length mirror at his fifty-eight-year-old body. Other than a slight belly and in need of a tan he was pleased with what he saw. Standing only sixty-nine inches and weighting in at 180 he retained much of his well-muscled body and was still pleasant to the eye and some women said he was "eye-candy".
While in the shower he lathered his body with eucalyptus hand and body wash that always made him feel sexy and his cock began to grow hard. He played with his nipples and with his left hand he pulled on his tool and sac. He hadn't had a blow job, nor had he sucked a cock or rimmed an ass in months. He was in need of sexual release. His wife died six years ago, and he never had a desire to date woman. He visited adult bookstores that had video booths with glory holes and enjoyed the feel of man cock and cum in his mouth, as he shot his warm juice on the ABS floors.
He closed his eyes and began to remember the first time he knelt in front of a glory hole after the guy on the other side took his load. Wayne needed to see what it was like. He stuck two fingers through the hole asking for a cock which quickly appeared. It was six inches long, wide with a smooth mushroom head. It was hard. It was dripping pre-cum. Wayne remembered how good it tasted in his virgin mouth as he began to mouth fuck-it not really knowing what to do but mimic what the other guys did to make him cum. He remembered it only took a few minutes for his new friend to blast a load of sweet cum that he quickly spat half of the load out and the rest spraying over his face and some landing on the front of his shirt.
As he jerked his hard seven inches of meat, the wonderful feeling began to grew in his groin as his thoughts were of Chason and his six-foot, 240-pound body and how much he wanted to make love to him. To kiss his lips and suck on his tits. Wayne jerked harder and faster. His mind placed his mouth and tongue on Chasons ass hole as he rimmed him. Faster. Harder. Wayne saw himself deepthroating his lover's cock sucking on it hard to make it explode it's nectar down his throat. Harder. Faster. His cock now shooting-out streamers of cum that hit the wall of the shower and found its way down the drain. It was too much for Wayne to take as he slumped to the shower floor and sat there as the water coated his body while he recovered.
Twenty years ago, when Wayne and his wife were new to the neighborhood, they met Bob and Alice, Chason's parents. The two couples became best friends playing cards and having Sunday evening coffee to end a pleasant weekend. That is when Wayne met Chason.
Chason graduated high school and at eighteen looked for a summer job before starting community college. At twenty-one he left college and started work at a computer manufacturing company. It was then that Wayne saw him turn into a handsome hunk. He also noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend and few boyfriends.
Another five years flew bye and Chason still lived at home and had one steady friend, Mike. Mike was a high school friend who was married. He always picked up Chason Friday evening and return him Sunday night. This continued for two more years before Wayne asked Bob, "When is Chason moving out?" Bob's reply was, "Who knows."
When Wayne's wife died Bob, Alice and Wayne continued to have Sunday evening coffee. Chason would always fix the coffee and serve it to the trio. Wayne would always watch the younger man and undress him with his eyes. Chasson would give him a smile and once even a wink. Wayne's cock would rise just a bit as he eyed the younger man's body.
Chason now thirty-eight works from home full time. He does do some shopping at Walmart but stays home ninety percent of the time.
Wayne wiped down the shower walls and started another load of his dirty clothes from his trip.
Outside he uncovered the inground pool and started the filter pump and added the necessary chemicals to the water. He remembered he needed to pick up his mail at Bob's house and Chason popped back into his mind.
Wayne went back into the house, checked out his attire and sprayed his body lightly with Axe body spray with hopes of seeing Chason. He noticed he was getting a hard just by thinking of the man.
Chason sat behind his computer scanning Squirt looking for a local gay guy who was in need of giving a blow job. It has been three months since he received one, but the guy wasn't particularly good. Chason relied on his hand. His friend, Mike was his last gay lover, and he enjoyed the three some's while fucking Mike and his wife giving him a blow job. As he scanned the locals he played with his dick and hoped to find someone but for a Sunday afternoon things weren't looking good. He opened the top drawer of the desk and found two pictures of Mike. One of him in blue jeans and the other of him in a tight white bathing suit that showed off his thick cock. Chason moaned as he remember how he loved to suck Mike's cock from soft to steel hard just using his lips, tongue, and mouth. Mike was the first and only one to fuck his ass and fill him with seed. When they couldn't be with each other they would jack-off into a rubber and mail each other the used rubbers. Mike would always send a three-load rubber to him.
A knock on the storm door brought his thoughts back to earth. He left his room and walked down the hall while trying to hide his swollen dick. He turned the corner to face the front door and saw Wayne standing there in a pair of cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt. Blood rushed to his face in a blush as his penis began to get hard again.
Wayne couldn't believe his eyes. There stood Chason dressed in a white terry cloth robe that fell just above his knees and loosely tied at the waist and standing there in shower shoes. He saw the muscular shaped calves of this hunk of a male. He slowly took in the sight of the younger man as he raised his eyes from his knees to chest and lastly the lightly bearded face and the lips he so dearly wanted to kiss and suck on. All he could do is smile and adjust his growing cock as his friends son waved him into the house.
"Hi Chason. Are your mom and dad home? I didn't see the truck." He kept his eyes fixed on the slight opening of the robe with hopes of seeing Chason's cock or at least his bush.
"Wayne, come in and have a seat," Chason said pointing to a bar stool at the kitchen island. "They to the mountains for three weeks. They are left yesterday."
Wayne took a seat and watched Chason walk to the kitchen counter and start the coffee maker. "Cream and sugar, right?" He gave a smile to the older man. "Sunday afternoon coffee but you're stuck with me." He walked slowly back to the island allowing the robe to become loose and open an inch more allowing more skin and dark hair of his thick thighs to be exposed. As he sat on the bar stool the robe became completely undone. Chason waited making sure Wayne got a look at his groin and chest before closing the robe. "Opps. Almost put on an X-rated show." He grinned at the older man and flicked his tongue out and licked his upper lip.
Wayne said, "I didn't see a thing." Lying he continued, "What did I miss?"
He has a nice bush and a thick cock. I have to play it cool.
Chason ignored him and asked, "Where have you been for the last month? Missed you for Sunday coffee. You weren't sick or anything like that, were you?"
"Not sick. Had to visit some our less profitable business' that's all." Wayne said and looked Chason in his deep brown eyes and asked, "You missed me? I missed my weekly visits too. You make a good pot of coffee."
"My parents skipped the afternoon coffee when you weren't here. It seemed strange without your visits on Sunday or any other day." He turned in his swivel chair to look at the older but fit man.
God, I wonder if he would like for me to kiss him.
Wayne saw that the coffee was ready and got off his seat to get two cups. Chason had the same idea and as they rounded the island bumped into one another. Wayne grabbed him around his waist and their hips touched each other as their faces came close and Wayne could smell Chason's mouth wash. They both laughed.
"I'll pour the coffee," Chason said. "You get the sugar and milk. We'll have the drinks out on the back patio."
Enjoying their coffee outdoors sitting on a two-person swing Wayne asked, "Where has your buddy Mike been? Haven't seen him visiting in a while." He slowly sipped his coffee and felt their legs touching.
"Yeah. I miss him too. He got transferred to Texas. He may visit in September."
"You must get bored being alone on weekends living with mom and dad," Wayne said. "A good-looking guy like you can have the women lined up to get with you." He pressed his thigh harder against Chason's and gave it a slight rub and left his hand resting on it.
"Working from home keeps me out of circulation. Living at home sucks too. I have to hook up someplace else. My last encounter was three months ago."
