"This Saturday is starting off on the right foot." Todd was in a hell of a good mood this mid-June Phoenix morning, which was surprisingly only a dry, 70 degrees Fahrenheit. His wife, had flew away on business travel the day before for two weeks, and their two kids, Jermaine, 10, and Anna, 7, were with his parents for the remainder of the summer. He treasured that "me" time, as it meant eating out as much as he'd like, or if he cooked on the grill, he cooked one steak and a handful of shrimp, instead of enough for four, he could strip naked at the door when he got home from work as a lawyer, and he could do damn near whatever else he wanted with no issues. "I'm getting fucked up tonight!" He was heading to the liquor store later to grab some beer and some tequila, but at this particular moment, he was in their beautiful home, in the massive garage, working on his riding lawnmower.
Piney Grove was the opposite of it's name, as it was a suburb of Phoenix with absolutely no trees. The neighborhood contained nice, ranch-style three or four bedroom homes, with two, sometimes three car garages, all lined on both sides of neatly paved streets which were full of hockey nets and basketball goals for the hordes of children. Todd, in his garage, turned on the stereo of his Chevy truck, which was blaring AC/DC, put on his work gloves, and began getting busy on his lawnmower. Todd, loving the effects of being home alone, came out with a tank top that was a bit too small, and some shorts that could've well passed for boxers. At this time, it was 8 a.m., but he decided to crack the tops of his last two ice cold Coronas, from the refrigerator in the garage, and get to work.
"Starting to get a bit warm in here." Todd said, as he opened the garage door to let in the beaming sun, and got to work. Right across the street, there was Nathaniel and Greg, Todd's neighbors and two good friends of his. They were sitting in lawn chairs with beer and cigars in hand, taking in nature and eyeballing the street. When Todd's door opened, they yelled out to him.
"Hey there, you ain't no mechanic." Nathaniel starkly belted, before taking another puff. "Go fight some cases, Perry Mason." Added Greg.
Todd, at 53, could pass as a chunky Raymond Burr, as he already had grey hair, a thick mustache, and slight beard to go along with his thick midsection and chunky behind. Only difference, Todd was Mexican. Todd, for brief moment, looked up, smiled and continued doing what he was doing. The two laughed and Greg, with cigar still in mouth, walked over to Todd to chat further.
"You two jokers think you're funny." Todd quipped, as he took a break to shake the hand of Greg and dialogue.
"How long you got the house to yourself?" asked Greg, as Nathaniel would put out his cigar, toss his beer and head over as well.
The neighborhood was tight knit, so whenever someone was gone, the neighbors would advise each other accordingly, as a way to lookout for one another.
"Two weeks!" Todd answered enthusiastically.
"Damn, I wish Bella and the kids would disappear that long." Bella was Nathaniel's wife of 30 years, and he was a retired U.S. Navy office, and the oldest of the friendly trio. She was away on travel, as she was a stewardess with Southwest Airlines. "Blake and Nate Jr., have baseball and all, but man, when they finally get in college, their asses are gone, so me and Bella can finally do whatever the hell we want." Nathaniel was somewhat of a neighborhood whore with the women, and only the women, as well as Todd and Greg, knew it. At 63 years old, and in the same shape of a marathon runner, Nathaniel's libido seemed to never end, and Bella was always gone and would barely put out when she was in town. Nathaniel, a former supply officer, was quite charming and had the gift of gab when it came to propositioning. Many of the women in the neighborhood had husbands who traveled as well, and he knew exactly which doors to knock on, based off interactions. It also didn't hurt he carried a nice package.
"Do whatever you want, but my wife better not be caught in your house, Old Man." Greg said, as Todd laughed, since he knew Nathaniel was more than capable. Todd never worried of Juliana being approached by his friend, as she spelled him at a cookout a few months prior to the point where Nathaniel won't speak to her.
"I'd never tap LaTisha's sweet pussy, my brotha." He said, and Greg playfully, softly poked Nathaniel in the stomach, as he spoke on his wife.
"Fellas, it was nice, but unless you have limes and ice cold Corona, I must continue on." The other two shook Todd's hand and would walk off. Two hours later, while Todd was deep into taking apart the machine's engine, he managed to get dirty as small ounces of oil and gas would spill. "Damnit." He said, but after cleaning it thoroughly and ensuring no other parts were damaged on the machine, he had it back together and running as if it was new. "Definitely time for a cold beer." He said, and he was about to head to the store to grab what he needed.
Todd was about to close the door, but before hitting the button, he noticed Nathaniel was still sitting in that lawn chair, this time by himself, and drinking another cold beer and looking directly in his direction. "Nate, you should be drinking Coronas, ese!" Todd yelled, as he stood at the edge of the garage.
"What you mean, I have two cases in the fridge!" Nathaniel yelled back.
"The fuck homes, you mean to tell me, you got me over here sweating, thirsty and you holding out on me?"
"Well, what you willing to do to get these cases?" Nathaniel asked.
Todd grinned and responded. "Not what the fuck you think, I'll just go Ralph's my friend."
The two laughed, Todd lowered the door and headed in the house. Todd became hungry and made a sandwich, to go along with chips and a Pepsi. He stayed in the kitchen, watching a Diamondbacks game that was being aired from the day before. "Damn, I need a good shower." He said, and finished off his food, stripped naked, leaving the dirty clothes in the kitchen (closer to the laundry room) and was about to run upstairs when the door bell rang. Todd ran to the door, albeit naked, to see who was there. It was Nathaniel. He opened the door.
"Young man, I asked you a question." Nathaniel said.
"Uh, what was that?" Todd asked, as he was naked and behind the door.
"What are you willing to do for those beers, ese?" Nathaniel was drunk, sarcastic, yet serious. He wanted to come inside.
"Man, you're crazy, go take a nap." Todd answered and closed the door. Todd started to run upstairs, but then thought about just how freaky he really was. Nathaniel was a handsome guy, and a dog to the promiscuous women of the neighborhood, but for a moment, Todd, who was horny at the moment, but needed a shower, was wondering just how much of a dog his friend could be. He went back to the door. Nathaniel was still there, smiling. He opened it.
"I thought you'd open it." He said, and Todd opened the door enough to where Nathaniel could walk in. Todd closed the door and Nathaniel, eyeing Todd's round body, became instantly hard, boner poking through his running shorts. Todd was enthused.
"Geez man, your tool is pretty strong." Todd said in his native accent.
"Oh yeah? We hop in that shower and you can see how strong." Nathaniel was now stripping behind the door, and Todd had him follow him to the shower. "I need a shower, too myself, can't you tell?" Nathaniel asked, as they were walking up the stairs.
"I can, and I think you should shower with me." Todd answered.
"No sense in wasting gas for something to drink, right?" Nathaniel asked, as he smacked Todd's ass going up.
"Not if you have cold ones."
The two ended up in the bathroom in Todd and Juliana's master bedroom, and Todd, with his back turned, bent over to grab a washcloth he dropped. Nathaniel was in heaven.
"Man, look at that Latino ass!" He said, excited seeing the tight hole of his friend.
"Woah, you won't fuck me, not today." Todd protested. "But I do., want to suck that burrito of yours."
Nathaniel laughed. He was drunk and knew he was horny, and wanted to try his friend. The two soon got in the shower and started French kissing. It was a sight of contrast, as Nathaniel was pale white, and Todd was slightly brown due to his genes. The two were almost the same height, so there was no struggle of anyone having to bend down. Nathaniel was an excellent kisser, as you could tell with Todd's precum just drooling to the floor of the tub.
"Suck me." Nathaniel ordered, as this was his first time being with a man. He was always curious, and made passes at the men of the neighborhood wives he'd penetrated, but they were never received. "Suck me good, make me cum."
Todd got on his knees willingly, and took all of Nathaniel, maybe 7 inches, but a thick 7 inches, to his throat. Todd had last played with men before his wife, as he either topped a guy or sucked him off. He hadn't lost his touch., as Nathaniel had to hold on to the wall because it felt so good.
"Papi, I been watching you from across the street." Nathaniel slurred. "I want to fuck you so bad, the same way I fuck these miserable bitches."
Todd seemed turned on by Nathaniel's disrespectful tone. He sucked faster and harder. Nathaniel's toes were curling. "Man, you're sucking the skin off that thing!"
Todd stopped. "Maybe I will let you fuck me, but not today." He said. "In fact, I want my balls licked."
The two switched places as now Nathaniel had his face planted in Todd's crotch. Todd started speaking dirty Spanish, as Nathaniel was caressing both balls, one by one, in his mouth. Todd was in complete heaven.
"Mmmmmm, you like that sack sucked, don't you?" Nathaniel asked, before filling his mouth with Todd's now hardened tool.
Todd moaned, as the two were getting drenched. He put his hands behind Nathaniel's head, and held onto it while he fucked his face. For Nathaniel's first time, he also seemed quite skilled, or it might've been the determination he had to get naked with Todd.
"I'm gonna cum papi," Todd said.
"Not yet, I want to cum with you."
Nathaniel stood up and the two briskly soaped, scrubbed and washed each other so they could dry off. The kissed again and went into the bedroom and fell into Todd's king sized bed. The two positioned for '69,' as Todd was on top, deep throating his friend, while Nathaniel was sucking Todd's massive, yet sensitive balls from the behind. A lot of moaning, groaning and sucking sounds as the two worked on each other.
"Fuck man, you do my balls so dirty." Todd said, as Nathaniel was going ape shit sucking and tugging at his sack.
"Ahhh, oh God, I'm gonna blow, I'm gonna blow!" Todd moved his mouth and the head of Nathaniel's beautiful monster spit all in Todd's face. It looked like donut icing oozing from Todd's face.
"Damn, good job." Todd said, laughing and getting ready to get up off of Nathaniel.
"Wait a minute, I'm not done with you yet." Nathaniel said, as he pushed off the burly Todd, so Todd could end up on his back, and his crotch being invaded by Nathaniel.
Todd leaked precum all over Nathaniel's chest while Nathaniel had his balls in his mouth, and now Nathaniel wanted a taste of the remainder. Five minutes later, while Todd was in the back of Nathaniel's throat:
"Papi, papiiiiiiiiii!" Todd ejaculated hard into the throat of his playmate. He laid back, exhausted, Nathaniel swallowed then licked his lips, and did the same.
"Sooooo, the beers are in the fridge in the garage. Take as much as you like, if not all." Nathaniel said, and the two laughed.