HIS NAME IS LESTER By Mike Austin
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Chapter 3
The tall black guy at the intersection stuck with me. It wasn't just that he was black and tall, but his whole persona intrigued me. Why there at a relatively high-end location and dressed as he was? Had the guy he got in the car with been cruising him for a while or was it really as bland as a co-worker giving another, a lift? I had to know more about this guy and, if he was available. I'd ordered the flowers for delivery to Melody's on Saturday afternoon so they'd still be relatively fresh on Sunday; which bought me ample time to cruise. This time though, I'd drive a recent purchase that was still being restored and, while drivable and the mechanicals in repaired running condition, the interior and exterior was still rough. I wanted to keep my desires low key with this guy and not encourage any unforeseen actions on his part. I dressed in shorts, an AC/DC T, deck shoes and knock-off mirrored "aviators" and headed to the storage garage, having asked Tim, the lead mechanic to be sure the fluids were topped off and car had gas, which he'd made ready and reminded me it wasn't ready for highway speeds yet and the a/c wasn't working either. He handed me the keys to my white 1964 Galaxie 500 "XL" 4 door hardtop with beige interior, I handed him a $50 and told him to get the 3 of them a good lunch, then backed out the bay door, paused and as he walked up with a concerned look on his face and began asking "is everyth...." when I stopped him and asked if he was free later that evening, grinning and replied with a nod of approval. His grin prompted the other two guys to offer up cat calls and wow roars of laughter, though they'd each been in the sack and had me in their pants as well....
I headed to the gym, the long way and once I approached the Harbor/Pompano intersection the traffic had backed up, giving me ample time to cruise for the black guy. Several older guys in luxo-SUVs gave me thumbs up signs about the "XL", smiled and edged forward in traffic as I did. I was stunned and at last caught a glimpse of the mystery guy, though not under the mimosa trees this time, but near the edge of the parking lot, just pacing slowly back and forth. Today he wore long black work-type pants, a yellow shirt and black/yellow high-tops. I was able to get a better look at the lanky dude and knew I wanted him in the sack. I guess I had delayed too long as the blonde bitch in her Bimmer behind me, began honking at me and I moved on through the light, but slowed to get another look at My Mystery Man. I was determined to know more and made the next turn and doubled back to get that added look. By the time I'd made the block though, he was gone. My mind raced. IF, he was waiting for a ride, they must have been in line with me and as soon as I was out of sight, had picked up the mystery stud and left. Another scenario played out, that IF he was hustling, his "john" had scarfed him up after some extended cruising or a prearrangement and they were off to some motel or the "john's" residence. Still another play was the guy was off work and waiting for a ride home. My crotch throbbed at the possibilities.
I pulled into the gym's parking lot and got a space near the front door. Rolf was working and came out to see the Ford and with a perplexed expression asked "why this old car"? "Because I like it and always thought it had clean lines and anyway, it's mine and you know what you have to do to get a ride" I grinned, passed through the entry and began my workout. He came in after scoping out the car and shook his fist at me in mock threat. I grinned back. An hour later and more than exhausted from the workout, I climbed back into the Ford, called the garage and told them I was headed their way and asked if anyone could stay long enough for me to get there and get the Ford back inside? Mike, the big bull at 6'6" and expert engine and transmission guy, informed me that Tim was about to make a parts run and then head home and Smitty, the painter and interiors guy had already headed to the chemical plant to scope out a color base for the Ford's exterior, but assured me he'd remain waiting for me. I turned onto Harbor and came to a stop at the intersection; mystery man was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" I muttered aloud. A twenty-something pulled alongside me in his new Ford Bronco, a surfboard stuck out the ass-end and sound system blaring; giving me a look like ...poor dude in the wrong neighborhood in that old car.....before disappearing for the beach road as soon as the light went green. I headed directly to the garage and was there in 45 minutes. As promised, Big Mike was waiting and sat in the office doing some emails and as soon as I walked in he hit the Ford's garage bay door and I tossed him the keys and thanked him for waiting for me. We shook hands, he grinned as he gripped my butt and reminded me that anytime I wanted some dick again, he was always happy to deliver. He then headed through the side door toward the Ford. I bent to the desk, wrote him a short Thank You note and left a $50 for his time and courtesy, then added, call me Sunday night if you're not busy and underlined that invitation, before heading back out of the office to my SUV. He was behind me in his black Harley Ford F-150 at the light. While I turned left for the coast highway, he turned right for the gay country-biker bar he frequented. I mused; it's Friday night and some hot bottom was gonna get his mouth and butt fucked by Big Mike, and sped onto the highway for home.
I had plenty of time to clean up before Tim's anticipated call and/or arrival. At 7pm, Tim called and asked if I needed anything or had already eaten? He had the gate entry code, but it was clear he was calling ahead out of courtesy. I had ordered pizza for us, then asked if that was ok. He replied "hell to the yes" and said he was 10 minutes out. Soon thereafter the doorbell rang and I thought it was the pizza delivery guy, who'd sneaked in when another party had come through the security gate; but nope, Tim had met the pizza guy, and brought it in. As I opened the door, Tim greeted me with the pizza and dressed in a tight white sleeveless T-shirt, baggy board shorts and flip flops, the gold chain that was a Christmas gift from me to each of the guys, hung beneath the T-shirt with matching cock and balls accessory highlighting his furry blonde chest hair. He was commando and the outline of his flaccid thick dick and low hanging balls turned me on BIG TIME!!!!! I asked if he preferred to eat before sex or vice versa. Gripping his crotch, he offered back "I think you need to eat first" and we headed upstairs.
Tim's fat dick had a slight curve left and his balls, hung prominently beneath or beside it, depending on the position of his legs and torso. That mammoth cock was almost 10 hard inches when at full mast and a normal cocksucker would be hard pressed to deepthroat the prime meat. Tim slipped his flip-flops off, pulled his arms behind his neck and stood, feet spread wide as I dropped to my knees and looked up at my lead man. He hip-fucked he air before my face and my throat went dry as an audible gulp emerged and signaled my resolute lust!!!!! "Get it out Kyle, show me how much you need to be fed" Tim instructed, knowing how eager I was to eat the dick and swallow his wad. His true board shorts had a Velcro fly vs a zipper and as I ripped apart the adhesive fabric, he pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him hard before me. Tilting his hips front to back made his bloated dick thump in mid-air and he shifted side to side, making the meat swing and begin to pulse precum. I licked my lips and Tim began walking slowly around the room, slow stroking the big dick and talking as he paced; "I know how much you need to be fed, all the guys know it, but we're gonna play a game tonight to see just how much hunger you got for this big ol dick of mine". He cocked his leg up on a straight chair by my small desk, then summoned me, "over here dicksucker, you need to wash my balls off with that horny tongue of yours" and standing there I couldn't resist, crawling on all 4s to the stud and his low hanging bag of warm balls and cantilevered cock outstretched from his lower torso. Looking up into his eyes and then the power pole dick and Alpha set of balls, I asked "may I lick your sperm tanks Sir, then rim your furry blonde assring, before getting the honor of giving you head"? "On your back on the floor faggot" Tim demanded and I fell to my back on the dense carpet as he straddled my chest, sat on it and slowly dragged his balls back and forth across my mouth and tongue. The furry heavy ballbag with its deeply crinkled skin felt like rough out boot material and I begged again "PLEASE SIR" as he squatted further dropping his hangers into my mouth, then added "don't suck em just feel em lay on your tongue". I complied. The scenes played out over and over with me being alternately fed balls, rimming his fine muscled furry hole, begging to suck his dick, and growing more and more eager for his cum. Still on my back, Tim rubbed his right foot across my face. I lapped the sole of his foot as he reached down to crush my balls in his strong hand, before swatting my hardon for getting boned. "No fucking way you faggot dicklicker needs to be hard; you get nothing from me until you go soft, no man needs to see you hard and once soft, you're getting locked up; understand"? "SIR YESSIR" I moaned in pain. In no short time, Tim opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out my CB-6000, spun it on his index finger and directed "on your knees NOW". I was up and in position, as he began teasing me again, slowly stroking that huge dick. He tossed the cock cage to me and told me to "put it on and fast". I fumbled a few seconds then stuffing my aching near-bone into the chastity device, and securing the ring at my balls. Tim tossed me the brass lock and hooked the key to the gold chain around his neck. The near-silent click of the brass lock resounded in the room, defining my status and future. The teasing and lapping, begging and groveling went on for over two hours. The carpet burns on my back and face, shoulders and arms were tell-tale evidence and I wore them as badges of honor. At last, Tim tugged me to my knees and began face fucking me. He had eminent control and would get close then pull out before beginning again. I never thought he would cum until at last, from behind clenched teeth, Tim uttered "swallow now" and then flooded my throat and guts with his long ropes of cum. His chest was heaving as he shot wad after wad in me and the grip of his powerful hands and arms on my head were like vice clamps keeping me in just the perfect position to deepthroat this Alpha. When done, I licked his cock and balls dry, then we went downstairs to eat our now-cold pizza. I would get two more loads from Tim that night, with similar preliminary taunting and tempting. Finally at almost 11pm, Tim announced he was done for the night, dressed, picked up the envelope of cash on the kitchen island and headed out; leaving my dick as hard as it could get in the cage and leaky from all my precum that had managed to pour from my slit. The key remained hanging from his gold chain. I climbed the stairs, exhausted but mentally satisfied, passed on a shower and fell into a deep sleep. Before nodding off, I wondered how many "mental orgasms" I'd had that night??