Tool Rental Stud

I hope you enjoy another part of one of my best days...

Tool Rental Stud, part 2

In the first part of this story, I went to the tool rental store for a power auger just as it was closing. I encountered a hot, red headed stud and we got our rocks off on the office couch. In this part of the story, we are just leaving the store...

I lifted the gas powered auger into the back of the Jeep and pulled my cap down so it wouldn't blow off. You ready to go? I asked.

"Yup, just lockin' up."

Let's roll, I said. I started the engine as my new fuck buddy swung into the seat next to me. You just ride'n? Don't need your car? I said.

"Hope'n more to be ridden, but just goin' along for whatever comes up. Figure you'll take me where I need to go."

I fired up the engine, backed up and started off down the road.

I looked over at him and flashed a shit eatin' grin. Didn't your mama tell you never to go with strangers?

"You aren't much of a stranger. Strange -- maybe, but not a stranger. By the way, what the hell's your name anyway?"

Well, my full name is Jonathan, but I prefer Jon.

"Got a last name?"

Yeah, Cox. Jon Cox. Short name, huh? Think it fits me?

"Hardly! A guy with a piece of meat like that... part of it fits -- Cox. Is a huge dick hereditary you 'spose?"

I suppose it could be. Never researched it. You suppose genealogy people keep measurements? I said, laughing. What should I call you?

"Well, they used to call me Red when I was a kid, but my real friends call me Bee."

Let me guess, because you've got huge balls?

He laughed, "Well, I suppose they could, Bee is kind of a long story. My full name is Bradley. Most people just use Brad though.

Works for me, I said, as I pulled up to the gas pump outside a little grocery store on the way home. I shut off the engine.

Well Brad, I need to get us something to eat, why don't you gas up the Jeep while I get us some grub.

"Sure thing, can do."

The little grocery store had a good butcher shop, and I got some steaks and some produce for supper. Took it all up front to settle up at the cash register. The clerk rang it up, and I didn't think he got the gas Brad had put in the Jeep. The clerk was too busy giving me the once over. I paid, and left him the change. We took off towards home.

We were driving along just shootin' the shit, and quickly got to the lake house.

"Nice house, yours?"

Nope, my uncle's. Just using it for the next couple of weeks. I hit the garage door button and drove in, killed the engine and put the door down behind us. I got out and grabbed the auger from the back of the Jeep as the door was closing.

I guess I need to get a new light bulb for the opener, huh? The door finished closing and there was only a few shafts of sunlight coming in around the garage door. There was enough light to see, but not much more.

"You need some help with that?

Nope -- I got it, I said, and I sat it down, leaning it up against the garage wall.

I heard him say "I'll lend you a hand", and there was one pulling my nylon running shorts off my cock and balls. I felt the cool air flow past my package as a hand clamped down on one tit and full wet lips licked and bit the other through the thin fabric of my tank top. I've never been one for tit action, but this was like an electric shock to my pecker. My cock started to grow, and was soon being milked like a prize cow at the county fair. I'd just cum about a half hour ago, and I couldn't believe I was getting hard again.

You are one horny son of a bitch, I said.

Lifting off from chewing on my tit, he said -- "Like you're not, you hard peckered bastard."

I had sex shivers running through my whole body. My knees were weak. Let's go in the house. I said, with the words just creaking out of my throat.

Instead, Brad dropped to his knees and started licking my cock. All around the sensitive underside. Licking with his rough tongue on my sensitive pecker tip, all the while pulling down on my balls. I reached down and put my hands on his head and guided him closer, unconsciously rocking my hips, starting to fuck his face with long, full strokes. My dick was quickly getting hard, but right now it hung down in a long graceful arch. He leaned his head back, and it just slipped down his throat like it belonged there.

I could fell his tongue on my nut sack as my cock shaft bottomed out on his lips. There was just a wonderful tight feeling as my growing head went down his throat. In, then out, then in again.

I had a hand over each ear, with my fingertips wrapped around his entire head, buried in his short red hair. I cradled his head in my hands. His mouth and throat were like a glove for my hardening prick. I was guiding his head as I rocked my hips. My velvety cock slipped in and out, over and over again. I took long slow, smooth strokes so he could breathe, almost all the way out, then all the way in again. My dick was quickly at full hardness, and was fighting its way up toward my belly. The increased pressure on the top of my cock head made my legs twitch in an involuntary way, like a dog when you tickle him in just the right spot.

His hands were all over my ass cheeks, then on my nuts, then running up and down my hairy legs. I leaned my head back and just growled while I fucked his face like an animal. I was fucking him rough, yet holding his head in a gentle way.

We really need to go in, I said, I've got to get your cock in my mouth.

I pulled all the way out and backed up. I was rock hard and my cock was pointing straight up. I didn't want to blow a load just yet. I extended my hand to pull him to his feet.

"I hope you don't mind if I try to bury that thing." he said, as he continued to milk my slippery wet cock with his hand.

In the back yard?

"Well -- in my back end would be better."

We went into the house, and I just left my cock and balls out, swinging free. I kicked off my shoes inside the door, and peeled off my muscle shirt.

"You got another pair of jogging shorts?"

Sure, I'll go get them. Hell, I forgot the groceries in the Jeep, can you get them?

"Sure, no problem."

I went in the bedroom to get him some shorts. I came back to the kitchen as Brad came in from the garage. I twirled the shorts on my finger as he padded across the kitchen floor buck naked.

HELL YEAH! I said, who needs clothes? I said, as I stepped out of my shorts.

"Good idea, I can look you over better this way."

I walked over to the counter where he'd put the groceries, took the whole sack and sat it in the refrigerator. I just opened the door, pushed what was in the way in the corner and shut the door. You can't really think about putting away groceries when you've got your mind on some serious wood.

"You are one hairy, big dicked stud. Such a total fucking turn on!"

Yeah, well I haven't met anyone like you in a long time either, I said. I'd just about turned celibate til today. I turned around to look at Brad. He was hard muscles everywhere, but my eyes were drawn to his balls like a magnet. They were just plain huge. His cock hung down over them, pushed ahead by their sheer size.

He had a perfect triangle of hair over his entire chest that tapered to a thin trail over his hard flat stomach. In contrast to me, his arms didn't have much hair at all, but his legs were hairy with red hair that layed flat. He wasn't completely hard and neither was I but I wanted to drill him right on the spot.

How the hell does a guy get balls that big? I asked.

"How the hell does a guy get that much dick and hair? he shot back.

Don't know, and I guess I don't care. I'm just up for some action. I'm going to step in the shower for a minute, then get something started to eat.

"I'm with you."

I went through the bedroom into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped in. Brad joined me, and we soaped each other up. The shower was really too small for both of us. I took a handful of shampoo and washed Brad's cock and balls.

He turned toward the wall of the shower and I stood behind him, stroking his long hard meat. I reached under his balls and massaged them till he groaned. I leaned up behind him and my own cock was tickling his asshole. I laid my body right up next to his and pressed the head of my cock up behind his nutsack while I pulled on his cock. My dick was long enough to poke his monster nuts up and I ran the head back and forth under his nutsack, trying to wrap my hand around his cock and my nuts at the same time. Too much meat to handle.

I switched to his cock. He was hard and full. We kept this up for a while, then I reached around and chewed on his stiff eraser nipple. I felt him get harder, and I thought he was going over the edge. He pulled away and turned around to face me.

"I don't want to come yet" and he grabbed the soap and lathered up my pole, which was pointed straight up. He stepped up close and rubbed our cocks together with his rough, callused hand around both of them. Just the mental image of our cocks so close together made me so horny that I thought I'd blow, but he knew it and stopped. We both leaned back, almost short on breath.

I looked over at him in the small space. The words Let's do it creaked out of my throat. His eyes told me he wanted it as bad as me.

I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I threw him one. We dried off, and just looked at each other like we didn't know what to do next.

"You got supplies?" he said, his nostrils flared as his fuck stick pointed straight out.

You bet, I said.

We walked into the bedroom. I got a rubber and some astroglide out of my bag. I brought this along in case I got lucky. I had no idea I'd get this lucky.

I sat on the edge of the bed to tear open the trojan, and he was on his knees and on my cock just like in the garage. I was still hard from the shower anyway, and it didn't take more than about three licks of his tongue to bring me to full power. His head was between my thighs, and I could feel his stubbly face on the inside of my legs. He looked up at me with his head between my legs and said, "Fuck me hard, Cox"

I didn't have to be told twice. I rolled on a rubber and lubed up my fuck stick. He climbed on the bed and got up on all fours. I squeezed out plenty of lube, rubbed it around his hole and all over his nutsack and rock hard pecker.

Son of a bitch, doggy style! My favorite! How'd you know?

"Stop talkin' and start fuckin. I'm so fuckin' hot pervin' on your whole package I could cum right now."

I got up on my knees and pressed my cock head up against his ass. No fingers, no nothing. I just leaned up, reached around and got ahold of his cock, which was pointing straight down. I had used about a half a tube of lube, and he was no virgin. I put some pressure on my stick, felt a little resistance, then right in past his second ass ring and I slipped in almost to the hilt.

I thought this would be a shitty fuck, but I didn't care. I leaned over his back, and humped with my hips rather than rocking on my knees. He put his head down on the bed, arms straight out. I moved on to his tits, and twisted them like knobs on a radio. I took short driving strokes to drive my shaft all the way in. He groaned with every stroke. I wanted our balls to slap together, my low hanging free swingers banging into his big full nut pouch till they were both black and blue.

Brad was groaning like he was in pain, but I knew it was something else. I hit bottom, and then straightened up and started taking longer strokes. My prick had never been harder, and it had been that way so long that my balls were starting to ache.

I reached around and got ahold of his cock again. I could feel it's veiny, slippery shaft in my hand, it was like an extension of my own. I ran my hand down over his balls, feeling my own balls hit his on each down stroke. I was stroking his shaft almost friction free, and I picked up the speed, working on a polish job on the knob end of his big tool. He started groaning, and I could feel some drops of cum start dripping off the end of his crank. I kept polishing the end and then taking longer strokes just under the pecker tip where it feels soooo good. I felt his asshole tighten up and I knew I was close too. I leaned all the way in, trying to rub the top of his tight prostrate with my cock tip and shaft. I used his ass nut to rub hard on my own magic spot. I picked up the speed of my short strokes as I raced for the finish line. If it weren't for the lube, I know there would have been smoke from all the friction. My cockhead was bouncing over his swollen butt nut like I was driving a nail.

I felt his rod blow a load in my hand, and I slowed down my thrusts to milk him dry. He shot come everywhere. It was like a fire hose. I changed my technique to milking his whole cock. I was just right on the edge from the spasms in his ass, but I wanted to wait till he was done to pop my own nuts. I put my hands on his hips and started with longer strokes, wanting to find the sweet spot in his ass that would carry me over the edge.

He started to lay down. I followed him down, still trying to get off. I was pissed that he'd denied me going over the edge. I wanted to pop my nuts deep in his wonderful ass.

"Let me suck you off" I heard.

I wanted to get off so bad -- but I pulled out and balanced on one knee while I pulled off the rubber. He rolled over and I climbed up on his broad chest and leaned up to feed him my cock. Brad took ahold of it with one hand and took my balls with the other. I was yearning to get off, and I was more aggressive this time. He opened his mouth, and I pushed my hips ahead to fill it with my dick meat. Instead, he pulled back on my balls, letting me get just the head past his lips. I wanted to ram my whole cock as deep in his throat as it would go, to fuck him hard for not letting me get off in his sweet ass.

I had been so close, right on the edge, and he knew it. He kept his tongue right behind my cock tip, then right on the two little tipletts. He was roughly stroking my whole shaft at the same time, and I was back on the edge in seconds. I could feel him pulling on my nutsack, and I leaned ahead and put my hands on the head board so my whole body was arched over his face. I was up on my knees, and pivoted on them with very short fast strokes as just the tip of my cock went in and out over his lips.

He started to twist the shaft and ran a finger behind my bag just ahead of my hole, pressing on my prostrate. That was all it took, and the cum started boiling up in my balls. I froze while he got to just the right spot for a mind numbing explosion. Just like before, Brad knew just what to do to keep me cumming and cumming till I was drained.

Totally spent, I straightened out and turned to lay down beside Brad. He was covered in cum, his and my own. It didn't matter.

Man, I'm whipped. I haven't had sex this good in years, maybe never. He grinned back at me, my cum running down the side of his face.

I looked up at the ceiling, then over at my red headed hairy fuck buddy, who was looking up at the cieling too. I closed my eyes for a second, and then I was out like a light.

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Thanks for those that have. This was one of the best days I've had, and there's more to tell.