ALL characters are 18 or older - all readers must be as well.
After the fuck fest that had taken place with me, my Father, my grandparents and Steve I thought heaven had arrived in my life.
Steve and I lived in the loft, my grandparents were with eyeshot and my Dad was able to visit almost daily. I had everything an 18 year old boy could want and more! A new jeep, a loft that had fallen from the pages of a magazine, and 3 of the hottest studs in existence. Plus, for the first time ever I was getting pussy. And it was the hottest hole my cock had ever been in.
Grandma loved to parade around and show off as much as I did so we got along famously. We had the same colouring and our tans glistened brown and looked great with our blond hair. Mine was real and she kept hers bleached. She was one hot fucking old lady. Her pussy was shaved always, her tits had jobs that would make any man drool and she kept herself in top shape. While her body was lined with age, her shape, tan, man made tits and hair job made her look spectacular.
To see her moan while my cock rode her cunt turned my on like nothing ever had before. Rotating my fuking between her pussy and ass turned her into a total slut. She worshipped my cock and we were lucky that, at her age, there was no chance of pregnancy. I gave her my boy seed everyday. But then again so did Steve, my grandfather and my father. Grandma was my soulmate - a real cumpig.
She travelled a bit playing golf and going to bridge tournaments. She was always hungry for fucking when she got back.
She was away and Grandad and Steve had to overnight on a huge job. That left me alone the last week in September. I wasn't crazy about school, only wanted to be at home having sex and was not at all interested in my classmates or their after hours exploits. My jeep was a month old and I had to take it for a 30 day check up and cleaning which was part of the sales deal.
I had no classes Friday afternoon so scheduled it for late in the day. I dropped it off and walked across the highway to a mall to waste 2 hours. Boredom wasn't even close to describing the hours. There were no hot men to look at, the shops were run of the mill.
Finally 7 o'clock came and I knew the shop would be closing and my car ready. On the door to the shop was a post it note saying my Jeep was ready and the mechanic was in the garage to use the side entry.
I went around the building and entered the dimly lit garage. My Jeep was parked in the furthest bay and I could hear the mechanic whistling and clanging tools. The door slammed behind me and the guy said, "if you're here for the jeep down here bud."
As I approached the mechanic and the car he was working on I thought this place is digusting, dirty, oily, stinky. I couldn't imagine working in a place like this. Then he appeared from under the hood of the car.
I almost fuking laughed. He was as disgusting, dirty, oily as the place itself. He reminded me of what you'd excpect in a trailer park. Average height, huge HUGE beer gut, missing teeth, big pinkish black lips, a bald head wearing a too small Harley t-shirt that rode his gut, greasy jeans that fell below his ass crack, and boots that he must have bought 30 years ago they were so worn. He put his hand out to shake mine and it was loaded in grease and filth and his nails were like tar.
" George," he said,"jeep's ready for ya."
My hand was covered in his work dirt and I wondered what people like this really lived like. He must have weighed 350 and was probably one of the most out of shape pieces of trash I had ever met. In fact, I had never met a toothless bum.
He was leading me to the Jeep and I was practically giggling behind him wondering how he kept his pants up and noticing his black ass billowing out from the waistband of his jeans.
When we got to the jeep george said, " so my last job of the day and there was nothin wrong wit it, new car no problems just what i likes on Fridays."
"Thanks man, really appreciate it so late glad it wasn't a problem," I answered back.
"No weren't no problem just waitin fer ya and then I get to have my beer back in my place,"he said," good livin right out back don't have to drive."
"Well wouldn't want to keep you how much do I owe you?"
"Nutin on warranty,"he said.
"Now that's a good deal nothing is ever free these days," I laughed.
"Stay and have a beerof ya want it's free too,"he said.
"O I probably shouldn't keep you," I said trying desperately to avoid what must be a shack out back.
"No no got no one else around might as well it's Friday,"he said turning and walking towards the door.
FUCK! I thought I'd rather do nothing than this. But one beer how long could that take so off I went.
JESUS!!! My eyes near fucking fell out. He lived in a trailer. This was going from worse to worse to worse. Everything was everywhere - papers,dishes, clothes. This was exactly what I had expected.
He grabbed two beers from an antique fridge and tossed clothes off the sofa for us to sit down.
I thought the last thing this guy needs is beer - that gut must be 70 inches at least. My eyes were riveted to this vulgar pig.
Really the only black man I had ever known was Ron and this guy was no comparison.He was fromt he other side of the tracks and I had never met anyone like this.
"ya fuckin Fridays all i do is finish work, come home drink me beers and sit around in my fukin underwear watchin tv,"he said picking up the remote.
On the television came some sports show yakking about football and new recruits. I knew nothing about football and knew this was getting worse by the second.
George finished his beer in one gulp with foam dripping off his monster size lips onto his chin.
He went to the kitchen grabbed a six pack tossed them on the coffee table and undid his belt letting his jeans drop to the floor. He kicked off his untied boots stepped out of his pants and wasleft in his filthy harley tshirt and piss stained white underwear. His massive gut hung over the underwear and the tshirt rose above his navel. His gigantic black ass barely held up the oversized underwear.
This guy was disgusting from head to toe. He opened another can and drank it gulping mouth full after mouthfull of beer.
"inta football?" he asked.
"um no not really," I responded with nothing else to add.
"ya either like it er ya don't,"George muttered," whatta ya do then in spare time?"
"Well, I go to school just moved into a garage loftmy Grandad built me," I answered.
"Oh ya never been big on schoolin myself, must be some fukin rich grandfather ta build ya a loft," he questioned.
"He has a landscaping company and we're close, it was a high school graduation present," I said feeling the need to explain to him.
" Ya yer girlfriend live there with ya?" he asked
"No I don't have one I........." catching myself before saying anything.
"You look like the pretty boy girls would want, own place, jeep?" he asked.
Adn without letting me answer, " you must be one a those queer boys?"
adding," ya thought so."
"I um I well no I've been with women," I quickly said knowing it was woman not plural.
"O dont fuckin worry boy dont much care what anyone does these days," George slurred," been divorced fer years take what ya cin git I always says."
"Well that's one way to look at it," I grinned.
"Ya best way ta look at it that way ya git it and dont worry about commitment or nuthin," he said.
"So, you must have a girlfreind then?" dying to imagine what kind of woman would want him.
"Na fuckin play the field here, goin out later ta the roadside pub, always find a hole there on Friday night," he grinned showing his toothless grin.
FUCK! I can't even imagine a woman desperate enough for him. The thought made me laugh outloud.
"What's funny boy?"
"Oh I um nothing really you um just um..." I stammered.
"Fuckin right ya can't imagine anyone lettin me at em can ya ya fukin laughin at me?" he stuttered back at me.
" Well no I just laughed at your Friday night hole searching I didn't mean," trying to get out of my trap.
