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This is not a true story, just something from my imagination. If you have any constructive criticism for me I welcome it because I think I can only get better by learning from my mistakes.
Well, the alarm clock clicked to go off at at 2 AM, but I heard the click and shut the clock off quickly. I looked over at Matt, as he was still sleeping as soundly as a baby, reached over and pushed the dildo back in his ass, slid out from under the covers, walked down the hall to the laundry room and put his started moving his clothes to the dryer. First his socks went into the dryer, the I grabbed his t-shirt. I put my finger through the front of his shirt to go inside and pretended to play with his nipple. I couldn't wait to see his hairless chest and nipple poking through, so I tore the shirt just a little more to make sure I'd get to see his chest again. Then, I pulled out his jeans. Can you believe it, my washer actually had ripped a good-sized tear into the seat of his pants? I pulled the jeans up to my nose to take another whiff hoping to smell his musk, and all I could smell was the scent of detergent. I grabbed ahold of the tear and started tearing up the seam in the middle of the back of his jeans. I wanted to make sure I had easy access to his unclad ass later this morning. I turned on the dryer, shut of the light, went back down the hall and slid into bed. I was so horny laying there next to Matt that I reached around and started moving the dildo a little in his ass. His cock started getting hard again. I covered up and put my head down under the sheets and wrapped my mouth around his semi- erect cock. As I stuck his cock in my mouth, Matt growned a bit. It was as if he was saying, "Don't, I can't..." But, I knew that horny bastard and knew he could and would. I may be even able to get him off, convince him in the morning he had a wet-dream, and I may even be able to get him off again, I hope. I could not see real well under the covers, but I could feel quite well.
I started rubbing his thighs, sucking his cock, and reaching around and playing with the dildo a bit. I wanted to make sure that it stayed in because I wanted to try to milk some more cum out of his cock. After just a few minutes running my fingers lightly up and down his thigh, sucking his cock, and moving the dildo a bit, Matt started to fidget a little in his sleep. I stopped, let him go back to sleep, and resumed operation Load 3 in 3 hours. All of a sudden, I could feel his cock start tensing, his toes started flexing, and his thighs got real stiff. I kept sucking on his cock and he started to shake, his butt tensed around the dildo, and he started groaning. He was cumming again. I lowered my throat around his cock, and he shot a very small load....he had not recovered from the previous two loads.
"Uhhhh....uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.................aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I took my mouth off his drained cock and moved my lips up his body and started sucking his hard nipples. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!
I couldn't keep going, as it seemed like I was torturing him. I kissed him on the nipple and softly kissed him on the nipple, pushed his dildo back in his ass, set the alarm clock for 5 AM, laid my head on the pillow, and went back to sleep.
"Good night, my sex stud. Sweet, wet dreams," I whispered.
The next thing I knew, the alarm clock clicked at 5 AM, and I turned it off before it started buzzing. Matt had managed to roll over, and this ass was now facing me. I could see the dildo was still in his ass. I eased it back in, and lightly started running my fingers up and down Matt's back. I quickly learned that his back was ticklish. He rolled over in his sleep and was now facing me. I could not believe that this nearly 50 year old man was sporting a morning wood.
"Hrm....no time like the present. I reached over him and pulled the dildo out of his ass and tossed it up near the head of the bed on my side.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh..." he groaned.
Obviously, he had grown accustomed to having his ass stretched overnight....or he was so tired he didn't care.
I flipped the covers down so I could better see his cock, and started playing with it with my hand. His cock got harder!
"Four times in five hours," I wondered. Could he really do it? Well, let's try...worst case, I would wake him up.
I lowered my mouth around his cock again and started pumping his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." he moaned.
I tightened my lips around his cock and gave longer, deeper strokes to his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............." he groaned more loudly.
The more he moaned, the faster I accellerated the blow job on his cock.
His legs were stretching, his toes were sharply pointed to the end of the bed, and all of a sudden.....
"What the fuck....!!" he started. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Relax, man, your morning wood said you need some morning relief before you go to work," I said.
"Fuck you....uuuuuuuuuuhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
"FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Let it blow, man, right in my mouth!!" I said greedily. However, I knew after cumming 4 times in about 6 hours, he'd be shooting blanks by now.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Matt's whole body was racked in a muscle spasm.. I proceeded to run my hands up and down his chest to force the spasm to last and intensify.
"FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!! Stooooooppp!! You're killing me!!" He yelled.
"Aahhh, c'mon, I just want to send you to work with a smile on your face." I smiled, winked, and kissed him on the head. I then tussled his graying, coarse hair, and said, "Time to get up, man!"
He spun his legs out toward the floor and groaned, "Oooooohhhhhhhhh! Shit......my legs.....my ASS!!" he said.
"What the fuck did you do to me last night?" he asked.
"I don't know....pretty tame evening, as I recall," I said.
"Shit, I feel like I have been pushed through the wringer and wrung out! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, my fucking ass hurts!!" he said.
"I don't know, Matt, but it is almost 6 AM, and you have to be on the jobsite in 45 minutes. You better get moving!" I said.
"Hey, what the hell and I doing in your bed and where the fuck are my clothes?" he yelled.
"If you recall, when you arrived last night, all you had were the clothes on your back. You asked if I could wash them for you, and I did. Get your naked ass down the hall and get ready for work!! I will bring you your clothes, after I go to the laundry room and get them."
"Mmmmmm....ok...." he said. He tipped his head down, smiled a little, and started toward the door.
I reach over, grabbed his ass, and wolf whistled at him.
"Fuck you!!"
"Should I have expected anything different?" I thought.
I walked toward the laundry room, flipped on the light, opened the dryer, and grabbed Matt's socks. I folded them in half and started a pile of laundry. I grabbed his t-shirt and looked and the front.
"Hrm.." I thought, "I need more of his nipple hanging out."
I pushed two fingers in the shirt and ripped it a little further.
Then, I pulled his jeans out of the dryer. I turned the jeans around and looked at the seat of his pants.
"Hrm....perfect....straight shot of his ass, for sure!"
I smiled, folded his jeans, grabbed his fresh laundry, and walked to the bathroom.
There Matt was, with his back to the sink and had both hands on his asscheeks.
"Ooooooooooohhh, my ass fucking hurts...." he said.
"Stop moaning about your ass! You need to get to work!! Get your sorry ass dressed!!" I said, and smiled.
I handed Matt his clothes, turned and headed out the door, but just around the corner.
"What the FUCK??!!" Matt bellered.
I poked my head around the corner and said, "What's wrong?"
"Look at my fucking clothes!!" he said.
"Damn, I have to get that washing machine fixed," and smiled.
"You better get dressed. You're gonna be late." I said. "Put on your clothes. It can't be that bad."
Matt slipped on his t-shirt, and just as I planned, his pec and nipple were hanging out. I reached over, squoze his nipple, and said, "So far, so good.."
"Mmmmm...." he grumbled.
He bent over and pulled on his socks. "Oh, my fucking ass...."
I patted him on the ass and said, "Looks fucking great to me."
He opened his jeans and pulled them on.
"Shit, Sellers, I cannot go to work like this! The other fucking workers will think I am a fucking fag!"
"And, a damn sexy one...." I said.
"Fuck you!"
"I tell you what, I feel bad since my washer tore up your clothes. There is a 24 hour discount store on my way to work. I can swing by there, pick up some underwear, t-shirts, and a pair of jeans. Why don't you take off, head to the trailer, and I'll call in. I'll only be 15 - 20 minutes late, and no one will care."
"Fine!" he stormed.
"Let's see, underwear, size 32, t-shirts, size medium, and jeans, size 32 x 32, right?" I asked.
"How the fuck do you...." he started.
"Relax, because I did your laundry!" I interrupted.
"Oh....oh....ok." he conceded.
"Get your ass to work. I'll be there shortly." I said.
Matt and I headed for the kitchen. He grabbed his billfold, cell phone, keys, and muttered, "See ya' in a bit."
"Yup. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Fuck you, fag." he said.
I unlocked the door, and he headed down the driveway to his truck. Unfortunately, I could only get little glimpses of his ass from under his jeans.
He hopped in the truck, turned it on, shifted into reverse, backed out the driveway, turned onto the street, and shifted into drive.
He picked up his cell and started dialling.
"Shit....he's calling his wife," I thought.
I walked inside, and went to the bathroom and finished getting ready for work -- got shaved, combed my thinning hair, brushed my teeth, and went to my bedroom to get dressed.
I headed for the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar and banana, poured myself a cup of coffee, grabbed my wallet, keys, and cell phone and walked out the door.
I pushed the key fob to unlock my truck's door, and all of a sudden, my cell phone beeped. I have a voice mail message. I dialed the access code and password. It was Matt!
"Hey, Sellers...it's me, Matt. I just wanted to say thanks for all you've done....for putting me up. I....I....really app....Fuck you!"
Now there's the old Matt that I knew....horny bastard, gruff, but under the rough exterior is...one of the nicest, sexiest men you ever have seen or met.
I backed out of my driveway, shifted into drive, and headed to the discount store. It only took about 10 minutes to get there. I hopped out of the truck, locked it, walked in the sliding door, and the men's clothes were immediate on the left.
I walked first to the t-shirts. "Size medium," I thought. "But a size small, tall would be better. Tight fit on his muscular chest and will show off his pecs and nipples better."
I found the size small, tall and grabbed a package of all cotton, white t-shirts....they's shrink just a little more."
I knew he really wouldn't pay attention.
Then, I walked around the corner to the underwear, and thought, "What would I want to see him in?"
I grabbed a pack of colored boxer briefs and a pack of size 31 colored bikini briefs.
Then, I grabbed a pack of white work socks, and headed to the jeans. Size 32 x 32 work jeans -- carpenter style. I found the jeans and through them over my arm. I then realized that Matt did not have any deodorant to put on this morning, so I went to the personal hygeine section and grabbed a stick of musk deodorant/antipersperant.
I headed to the checkout, self-scanned all the items, swiped my debit card, sacked the clothes, and out the door in 17 minutes.
"Not bad," I thought.
I took off for the site. Ten minutes later I was there, pulled in the lot, parked, and locked my doors.
I started walking to the trailer, and there he was. Matt was sitting on the stoop.
I grabbed the receipt, stuffed it in my pocket, and tossed the clothes at Matt.
"Get your ass up so I can unlock the door, you can go in, change your clothes, and get to work," I said.
Matt stood up and moved to the side. I walked to the door and unlocked it. I opened the door and said, "Get your ass in there and get changed." I reached up under the seat of his jeans and grabbed his ass cheek and pinched.
"Shit, man....not out here!" he said.
"Get out of your clothes and get dressed." I said.
Matt kicked off his boots and looked in the sack. He said, "This looks better, man. Thanks."
Matt stripped off his socks, shucked his jeans, and pulled off his shirt. He was standing in my office completely naked.
All I could think about was sucking his cock and sending him out to the sight completely drained, but I didn't want him to get in trouble for not being able to do anything.
He was standing there with his ass to the door, when all of a sudden, the door flew open and in burst through Jason.
"Fuck, man....what's going on here?" Jason said with a big smile on his face.
"Matt was just complaining that he needed to cum," I said, and he had just shucked his clothes.
"Fuck you, Sellers." he yelled.
"We might as well," Jason said.
He walked over and got behind Matt and pushed his finger in his asshole.
"Aahhhhhhh....my fucking hole!" he yelled.
Jason said, "Shut the fuck up....you are just too tight."
Jason was already visibly hard from playing with Matt's ass and pushed another finger in his hole.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghh," Matt roared. "My fucking ass.."
I walked over and knelt in front of Matt and started sucking his cock. "C'mon Sellers, you've already had that this morning!"
Jason stopped immediately, smiled, and said, "What's this?"
"Matt's old lady threw him out last night, and he came to my house to stay until he can get on his feet."
"Is that true, Yager, did you go to Sellers house and get lucky last night?" Jason inquired.
"Fuck, Sellers got lucky and sucked my cock once last night and once this morning," Matt said.
I held up my fingers and lipped, "And twice in the night..."
Matt said, "I fucking gotta get to work, or I'll get docked."
Matt tore open the t-shirts and grabbed a shirt. He pulled on the shirt, and said, "Little tight, but ok."
"Looks fine," I said.
He grabbed a fresh pair of socks and pulled them on.
Then, all of a sudden, a knock came at the trailer door, and in walked Dane from Williams Sound. I hadn't seen Dane in a while, but he came in and said, "What the hell..."
"Damnit..." Matt said, and he grabbed his jeans and threw them over his naked cock.
"Matt had a 'wardrobe malfunction' and had to change clothes," I said.
"Go ahead and change. I won't look," Dane said.
Matt dropped his jeans, tore open the pack of boxer briefs, and grabbed the deodorant. He reached up under his t-shirt and took a couple swipes with the deodorant -- the smell was tantalizing.
Matt grabbed the jeans and pulled the tags off. He threw them on the floor, pulled his belt out of his beltloops, and strung it threw the new pants.
He pulled on his boots, tied the laces, and said, "Well, how's it look?" he asked.
"Fine," I said.
"Like a good fuck," Jason said.
And then Dane joined in, "Nice ass, Matt."
"Fuck all of you. Fuck you all!" Matt stormed.
"Get to work, Yager. I'll deal with you later," I said.
"Yeah, whatever," he said.
Matt slammed the door and left.
"What's with him?" Jason asked.
"Bad night..." I said. "We can talk about it later."
Dane said, "I need to get going, as I have another job that I have to be on later today. Point me in the right direction."
"Out the door and follow Matt. He's headed to the sight," I said.
Dane left.
I had known Dane for 30 years. Dane had aged well. He was into fitness, and he was only about 5'6." He might weigh 160 pounds, but the best part is that I used to fool around with Dane while we were in college together. Dane went to Western State University, was a music major, played drums, and was horny as hell in college. As a result of carrying the quads in marching band, Dane was bow-legged like he'd been riding a stallion for years. He had gorgeous blue eyes, now a scruffy salt and pepper beard, and salt and peppered hair.
Whenever he would get horny, he'd call me over and greet me laying in the nude on his dorm bed with a boner. I would suck his cock and leave him laying on the bed with a wilting spent cock
That just left Jason and me there. Jason said, "What the fuck happened last night?"
Matt had a bad night. His wife tossed him out with only the clothes on his back.
"Bitch..." he said.
"Yeah, he arrived at my house just past 10, and he was upset. I had him come in, but he had only his work clothes. His clothes were dirty, and ..."
I quickly recapped the nights events, and all Jason could do was smile and say, "Damn...fucking aye."
"You had a dildo in his ass all night, drained him 4 times, sent him to work with his ass hanging out, and got a couple licks at his cock in the trailer? Damn," he said.
"Yeah, and I think he only really remembers this morning," I said.
"Hey, what do you have goin' tonight?" I asked.
"What?" Jason asked.
"Would you like to come over tonight for supper? I'll order in some food, and we can enjoy each others' company. Might help Matt get his mind off his situation," I said.
"And, might have some fucking sexy dessert on the side..." Jason chortled.
"Yeah, I am sure he's gonna be tired tonight -- gonna be a rough day, but need to wear him out again tonight. Gonna run to the adult bookstore and pick up a butt plug. He's gonna fucking get plugged tonight, and he doesn't know it yet," I said.
"Fuck yeah, I'll be there," Jason said.
"Why don't you come over around 6:30 -- that'll give you time to get home, shower, change, and come over?" I said.
"Fuck, I'll be there..." Jason said.
Jason turned, adjusted his cock, and headed out of the trailer.
The door slammed behind him, and he was gone. I couldn't hardly wait for tonight. That rough SOB, Matt, was gonna get broken in further. Plus, we'd be good company to him.
Let me know what you think about this segment of the story. Any positive or negative feedback would be great. Hit me up.
Evan