His Name is Lester

By Mike Austin

Published on Nov 15, 2021

Gay

HIS NAME IS LESTER By Mike Austin

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Chapter 4

It was Saturday morning and I ached. Tim's workout the night before had been outstanding and delivered ultimate pleasure for us both. The sun was rising slowly but earlier than usual and there were signs of a pool party being set-up at the common pool across the street. UGH I mouthed, thinking of the kids, elderly or whomever might have reserved the place. I needed some downtime to regroup from Tim and slowly made my way to grab a cup of coffee. The cell rang, and it was Randy, my brother, reminding me of Melody's party Sunday. I checked him, confirmed a flower delivery was en route to her today, then got the 3rd degree from him about why I sounded so exhausted and maybe I needed to see a doctor. While Randy knew my sexual status, I didn't share with him, my proclivities, thereof. I always wanted to blow my brother I reflected, but.....................now I lusted after Melody's hunky husband. At the call's end, I downed another cup of coffee, hit the shower and dressed. I climbed in the blue Miata, my 3rd regular driver and headed to Lupe's for breakfast. The eye candy was everywhere. The jalapeno flour tortillas and eggs were so damned hot, but I gobbled them down like I'd done to Tim's dick. My caged cock stirred at the eye candy and staff.

My regular waiter and busboy greeted me, ushered me to a small table beside a window overlooking their interior courtyard and small free-standing fountain in the center. That splashing sound always relieves stress and this one was no different. Chachi, the busboy, a taut 18 year old when we first met here, was lean and had a set of balls that a lumberjack would envy. He took to my chatting him up and my personal card before I left that day, 2 yrs ago. He'd called me after his shift to thank me for the extra tip and I offered more where that came from if he wanted to "play". He was eager and in less than a ½ hour was naked in my shower, feeding me his thick uncut cock. As I soaped him and his scrotum, his moans filled the shower and as the warm water ran down his torso, it seemed to glisten. When toweled off, his bone thrust out in front of his body as we made it to the bed. I gobbled down and deepthroated that stud cock slowly then took him up near and then back down from near-orgasmic status, repeatedly. Finally he was so far edged out that he screamed "AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and blew his load down my throat, gripping my head in his hands and shooting 6-7 wads. I often ate breakfast on Saturday or Sunday and got his cum when he got off shift. He enjoyed the blowjobs but really loved the cash that came along with them.

Guillermo was Chachi's uncle and had gotten him the busboy job at Lupe's. "G" as I often called him shaking his hands was a mid-40s body-builder when not waiting tables at Lupe's. He was taller than Chachi and better built with a pronounced muscled torso, great handshake and a set of dick and balls, like his nephew that would be the envy of a lumberjack camp. The day "G" greeted me and led me aside, telling me he knew what Chachi and I were doing and asked why wasn't I interested in him as well; just blew me away. I made it clear, in our hushed conversation, that he was welcome to join or come by alone and that I'd be sure he enjoyed himself. "G" had that buff body with those chiseled pecs and quads and his cock swung free as did his balls, as he walked about my place from shower to bed. His glutes were dimpled and flexed so hot and again, that fat cock opened me wide, whether down my throat or in my butt. "G" had a thick dick that my fist couldn't close around and really got into doggy fucking and he always pounded out multiple loads in the process. After he came, he'd always high 5 me and it became our ritual. Only a few times did "G" and Chachi do a 3-way with me, but they were hot sessions for certain. "G" brought my meal and asked if I was free Sunday afternoon after his shift ended, but I had to decline due to Melody's party. He understood and suggested maybe another day; which I agreed and looked forward to spending with him.

My cell rang and it was Smitty, from the garage. After a bit of small talk, I told him I was having breakfast, but he wanted me to see some chemical paint samples for the "XL he'd picked up at the distributor, for my approval. We set a time to meet at the shop and when I arrived, he had the "XL" outside in full sunlight with 4 metal panels sprayed for my review. Smitty was a compact bull of a guy, like "G" an amateur body-builder and his black hair and blue eyes were an absolute turn-on for me. His hairy chest and arms, coupled with that Greek complexion and packed crotch were like an aphrodisiac and he knew it. Smitty played both sides of the fence and enjoyed `cougars' who needed their cars detailed as much as gay guys who needed the same and both sides wanted a lot of Smitty and made it worth his while. Today was no different and I was always eager to score Smitty at the garage. In no time, we'd settled on the base primer and top color for the "XL" and he assured me he'd get the products ordered Monday morning and it'd be about a week out before delivery. He also had picked up interior samples of dash and trim paint, metal and upholstery materials for my approval. The work done, the fun could begin.

I began as Smitty was done with the product selections, asking what he had planned for the rest of his day. After telling me that he'd be detailing his vintage '68 Olds 4-4-2, and adding "Later" to his plans, I offered to cover his supply costs and we both grinned. We headed for the office after getting the " XL" and samples back inside. The stud leaned against a wall, groping his crotch as we began. "you need this dick Kyle, hungry" he posed? "Yessir please" I admitted. "G" and Chachi had already primed my pump at breakfast and now Smitty may just cap it all off. I hoped so at any rate. From a single handed crotch grope, Smitty cupped both hands on his crotch, gripped and moaned; teasing me. He added, "didn't get any last night and real horny Kyle, for your mouth and ass". Not needing a second invitation, I dropped in front of my stud worker and unzipped, spread his fly and mouthed the blunt uncut monster. Smitty's balls were compact but his sperm volume was astounding and I sucked him long and deep. He withheld cumming for about a ½ hour, then told me to drop my shorts and bend over the desk. Seeing my caged dick Smitty remarked, "you do like being caged alright". He reached in the side desk drawer for the always present lube and squirted the slick over his fingers, told me to tug my ass open so he could finger and lube it and get some serious fucking done. "I need to nut" was his single admission and nut he did. From my mouth he plowed my ass hard and piston-like. He held my hips in place and jack-hammered my ring like a machine. His hard driving fuck was pushing me over the edge, "gonna cum Smitty, gonna make me nut from my locked up dick" I urged and his lone response "yeah get it" and in that second the brain cells sensation flooded my nerves and I shot involuntarily across the side of the desk and my lower abs. Smitty's strong hands held me fast as he blasted his wads deep in me; then stayed in place as he finished off. Exhausted, we grabbed quick showers to clean up, then went our ways to get other chores and errands done. My ass throbbed from Smitty's hard fuck as I settled into the Miata and headed home. On the way, Melody called to share her delight with all the arrangements that were just delivered. As I pulled into the driveway and exited the Miata, I flashed to Mystery Man and wondered if he liked vintage cars???

Next: Chapter 5


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