A gay story: Summer Sausages Ch. 04 Robert and Gary, the two dads, got home Sunday evening. Bill and Lee were preparing spaghetti and garlic bread to welcome them when they came into the kitchen.
Both dads were sunburned and wearing band tee shirts and shorts. Robert’s hair was blown all over his head and Gary was wearing a goofy bucket hat. They still looked totally hot.
“How was the trip down memory lane?” Bill asked.
“It was so cool.” Gary replied. “That band has still got it, even after all these years.”
“They must never have heard of penicillin.” Lee said. “And they all look like junkies.”
Robert looped his arm over Gary’s shoulders and drew him to him so that his back rested against Robert’s chest. Gary reached up and held onto the arm encircling him as Robert rested his chin on Gary’s shoulder.
“The concert was phenomenal. You boys will never know what you missed. And the hotel was great; I didn’t want to leave the room.” Robert said.
“I didn’t think that was why you didn’t want to leave the room.” Gary said, pressing his hips back and wiggling his ass on Robert’s cock.
“Okay, you two. Not in front of the children.” Bill said. “So you had a really good time?”
“It was the greatest. And, your dad got into a fight.” Gary told Bill.
“What?! A fight?” Bill exclaimed.
“It wasn’t a fight.” Robert said. “It was just a little misunderstanding.”
“It sure was.” Gary said. “Your dad decked some guy at the concert.”
“Dad!” Bill cried.
“You should have seen it. It was a TKO. He knocked the guy out with one punch to the face.”
“You can shut up now.” Robert said.
“There were these biker type guys behind us at the concert with their girlfriends.” Gary went on. “One guy was a real asshole. Your dad and I were standing just like this and the guy kept saying stuff about faggots. We ignored it for a while but then your dad turned around and asked, ‘Have you got something to say?’ and the guy said, ‘Turn around, faggot.’ Your dad just hauled off and popped him in the face and he went down like a ton of bricks. I thought we were both dead but the guy who seemed to be in charge just looked at us and gave us a thumbs up sign. Then, a few minutes later one of the girlfriends came over and brought us a couple of beers and she said, ‘You two make a really cute couple.’ So, after a while your dad went and bought the whole crew beers and brought them back. The knocked out guy was coming around by then and your dad just handed him a beer and said, ‘Enjoy.’ But the really cool part was that after the concert was over and we were getting ready to leave, the guy came over and said, ‘I’m really sorry I was acting like such an asshole.’ and your dad said, ‘No, I’m the asshole for hitting you. I apologize.’ The guy said, ‘Are you two a couple?’ and your dad said, ‘Yep.” and the guy said, ‘you’re both as hot as shit. If I was going to get with a guy, I’d do either one of you. Do you ever do 3ways?’ Your dad said, ‘Well, really this is kind of our first date. But I really appreciate the offer; it’s really flattering to be hit on by a guy as attractive as you.'”
“Was he hot?” Lee asked.
“He damned sure was.” Gary replied. “And the best part was, he wrote something down on a scrap of paper and he pulled the waist band out on my shorts and dropped it down them. ‘If you ever change your mind, give me a call’ he said.”
Gary reached in his pocket and brought out the paper and displayed it.
“I’ll take that, you guys are enough trouble already.” Lee said and Gary handed him the phone number.
“Good! And don’t give it back; I don’t want him to be tempted.” Robert said.
Gary swiveled around and looked at him, incredulous.
“Me? It was your big dick hanging down your leg that he was ogling.”
“Yuck! Can we change the subject, please?” Bill said. “I ought to send you both to your room without supper for the way you’ve been acting up.”
“That’s okay; I’ve got all I need to keep me happy right here.” Robert said, nuzzling Gary’s neck.
“Go wash up and we’ll eat.” Bill said. “I’m losing my patience.”
Robert and Gary left the room giggling and Bill turned to Lee.
“So what about the biker number?” he asked.
Lee folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
“This may come in handy in the future.” he said. “Hot straight biker who’s curious? What more could you ask for?”
* * * * * *
On Tuesday morning, the boys took special care dressing. They wanted to look hot, slightly slutty and available but not over the top.
Lee settled on an old pair of washed out 501’s with a white tee shirt and boots. He skipped underwear so that his cock was visible dangling down his leg and the seam of the jeans emphasized the lushness of his ass.
Bill decided to wear an old pair of khakis that were washed thin with an old white button down. The pants were light cotton and he too skipped underwear so that his cock head and big balls were plainly visible through the light covering. He rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and left the first four buttons undone.
“I hope we don’t get arrested for soliciting in these outfits.” Bill said.
“Gee, I’ve never done a cop. It might be worth it.” Lee replied.
The boys caught a bus and took the short ride to where they could catch the train. They boarded and sat on a seat facing the aisle. After a short while, Bill said to Lee in a low voice, “I think the outfits are working. Check out the guy across the aisle.”
Lee glanced across. There was an older black man in business attire sitting facing them. His eyes pinballed back and forth, focusing first on Bill’s crotch and then on Lee’s. He looked up, noticed the boys watching him and made an exaggerated display of licking his lips.
Bill reached into a pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. He wrote a short note and leant over and handed it to the man. The note read, “I’m Bill and this is Lee. Here is our number ***-****. Give us a call sometime if you want to put that tongue to better use.”
The man read the note and smiled, then looked at the boys and nodded.
The boys were close to their stop so they got up and stood in the aisle. Bill made sure that his half hard cock was right at the man’s eye level and Lee turned his back, bent forward and made a pretense of looking out of the window so that his sculptured buns were in the man’s face.
As they made their way to the doors, they glanced down and saw a thick and long bulge snaking down the man’s flannel covered leg. Bill looked at him and then licked his lips, just as the man had done. The man smiled back and made a great show of folding the paper and putting it in his wallet.
After exiting the train they still had a walk of several blocks ahead of them. It was a semi-seedy part of town but the streets were deserted. They had gone a couple of blocks before they saw another person.
Across the street from them, leaning over and peering into the raised hood of a classic car was a middle aged Hispanic man. They walked past and were about a hundred feet ahead when someone let out a loud wolf whistle. Lee turned and looked back to where the man was but he wasn’t visible so Lee crossed the street diagonally to where he was, followed by Bill.
“Did you just whistle at us?” he asked when he came up beside the car.
The man slowly stood up and looked the two boys over, then said, “Are you fellows lost?”
“No, why, are you?” Lee replied.
The man laughed and said, “No, I live here. I just don’t usually see such pretty young boys walking around here. If you’re not careful you could wind up with a big brown dick stuck up those tight little asses.”
“It wouldn’t be the first big brown dick up there.” Bill said. “Hopefully, it won’t be the last, either. Were you making an offer?”
The man looked shocked and said, “Not me, I’m no faggot. What do I look like to you?”
Bill and Lee took their time giving the guy the once over. He was probably fifty years old and his body was thick with muscle. He had longish black hair with a sprinkling of gray and a handsome face with a high arched nose. He was wearing a wife beater and black curly hair sprang from the top of his chest. He also had on a pair of loose cotton pajama type pants. It was obvious that he had a sizable dick and that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You look to me like someone who has a big dick and knows how to use it.” Lee said. “I bet you’re uncircumcised, aren’t you?”
The Hispanic guy just stared at them, mouth slightly open.
“I know you are, I can tell from the way your bulge is shaped. The reason I ask is because I really love sucking an uncut cock, all that loose foreskin. I love to roll it up over my tongue and lick a guy’s piss hole and I like to nibble on it, too.”
“And it feels really great in your ass when you’re getting fucked, too, all that extra skin sloshing around.”
“You boys must be crazy.” the guy said.
“Hey, you’re the one who whistled at us.” Lee said. “You must have seen something you wanted”
“I was just giving you some shit.”
“And we just want to give you some head and some ass. We’ve got an appointment up the street that should take about an hour or so. Maybe if you’re still here on our way back we can talk some more.”
Lee and Bill turned and began walking up the street again and Lee called out over his shoulder, “I know that you’re staring at our asses.”
Their destination was only another block away. The street number was over a door in an industrial building that had a window that showed a flight of stairs going up inside. On the door there was a sign hanging against the glass that read “OPEN”. Bill and Lee entered and Lee turned around, flipped the sign so that it read “CLOSED” outside and then threw the bolt to lock the door.
“Hello, is anybody here?” Bill called as they climbed the stairs.
“Hey, yeah, come on up.” a voice replied overhead.
The top of the stairs opened into a large loft space, littered with canvases and sculpture pieces all in various states of completion. In the center there was a large home made work table, also littered with projects. The air was heavy with the smell of pot. Out from behind a partition walked the artist.
He looked to be in his late twenties, Arabic looking and with nerdy hipster heavy dark framed glasses. He was wearing an old paint spattered tee shirt and loose khakis, just as paint daubed. He had a thin wiry body and a prominent bulge at his crotch. His black hair was a little long and curly.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, blinking as if he just woke up.
“We saw your gallery show and the brochure from it gave this address and I told my friend Bill that we just had to come and meet you.” Lee said.
“That’s flattering.” he replied.
“Yeah, and I told Lee that you looked really cute in the photo, too.” Bill said.
The artist looked at them, confused.
“I’m Lee and this is Bill.” Lee introduced them.
“You already know that I’m Stan.” he replied, putting out a hand to shake with both boys.
“We just really wanted to meet you and find out more about you.” Bill said. “How was the show?”
“Not too good, really. I’m not really sure that I’m the artist type but my wife insists that all it takes is determination and anyone can get famous.”
“Your wife?” Lee asked.
“Yeah, as of last week. We’ve been together a long time but she decided she wanted to get hitched, just like that. It doesn’t do any good to argue with her when she wants something, so here I am.”
“Really? What’s she like?” Lee asked.
“She’s a lot older than me. She’s got a really good job as a buyer for one of the big chains downtown and she’s traveling most of the time. I guess she decided she wanted a famous artist for a husband to show around so I was elected. I never thought of myself as the marrying kind.”
“Has she been married before?” Bill asked.
“It’s weird; she said she was married years ago and that her husband and son died in some kind of tragic accident. She doesn’t like to talk about it so that’s all I know.”
“Well, at least they never knew about it.” Bill replied.
Stan just looked more confused.
“It smells like somebody has been smoking some shit up here.” Lee said.
“Yeah, it helps pass the time. I’m kind of at a blank wall, artistically. You want a hit?”
“No, we’re anti-drug.” Bill said.
“So, can we look at what you’re working on?” Lee asked.
“Help yourselves.”
Bill and Lee explored the loft, looking at one piece of dreadful art after another. Frequently, when a particularly bad piece turned up they’d grimace at each other. Finally, in a back corner, Lee found a whole different series.
They were paintings and drawings of motorcycles and motorcyclists. They looked like porn magazine illustrations from the 70’s, the bike riders overly muscled and hairy and all sporting huge bulges at the crotch.
“These are really different.” Bill said.
“That’s just something I was playing around with.” Stan said. “My wife really hated them so I stuck them back here. She likes me to do the other stuff but I’m going nowhere with it.”
Bill and Lee walked over and stood close to Stan.
“Maybe we can help you get inspired.” Lee said. “Do you ever work from live models?”
He skinned the tee shirt over his head and then unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop so that he was standing in front of Stan nude.
“We’re really good at modeling.” Bill said. “We can last forever.”
He unbuttoned the last few buttons on his shirt and dropped it to the floor and then let his pants fall, too. Both boys were now totally nude.
“Oh, uh, wow. I’ve never used models before.” Stan said. His eyes were glued to the two half hard cocks swaying in front of him.
“We’re both in pretty good shape, don’t you think? I bet you’re in good shape, too, under those baggy clothes.” Lee said.
He began to rub his hands over Stan’s shoulders and chest. Bill began to do the same thing and Lee let his hand drop so that he could first rub and then squeeze Stan’s butt. Stan, a little high and a lot confused, was starting to sweat.
“You’ve seen us, let us see how you’re built.” Bill said, lifting the tee shirt and pulling it over Stan’s head before he could demur.
Stan’s torso was tightly muscled, long and lean, with broad shoulders and a coat of black curly hair over his pecs.
“Very nice.” Lee said. “You’re really built.”
“Yeah, let’s see the rest.” Bill said.
He stepped behind Stan, hooked a thumb into the belt loops at either side of his waist and pulled the loose khakis to the floor. Stan wasn’t wearing any underwear and as the pants cleared his hips his half hard cock sprang free and bounced in front of him. It was really big, at least eight inches while only semi-erect and as thick as a baby’s arm. He had a big pair of oval balls swinging in a loose sack underneath and tightly curled black pubes.
“I just knew you had a huge dick.” Lee said.
Stan was blushing a bright red.
“Take a look at this hot butt.” Bill said from behind him and Lee moved back beside him.
They both began to fondle his tightly muscled ass, squeezing the hard cheeks and slipping their fingers into his tight crack.
“Hey, I’m not gay or anything.” Stan said.
“That’s okay, we are.” Bill said.
He moved around front again where Stan’s enormous dick was now at full mast, so long that the head stood above his belly button. It was a minimum of ten inches of hard meat, dusky colored with prominent veins wrapping around the shaft. The thick piss tube stood out from the underside and the big head was a deep rose color with a large piss hole.
“Your dick seems to indicate that you’re having a good time, though.” Bill said, closing his hand around the thick shaft and jacking it up and down.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.” Stan said.
“Don’t worry, we have and we’ll do all the work.” Lee said.
His hand was now all the way between Stan’s ass cheeks and his finger was stroking his tiny puckered ass hole while his hard cock pressed against Stan’s crack. Stan sighed and laid his head back on Lee’s shoulder.
“That feels really good.” Stan said. “I love having my ass played with.”
“You’re going to love it even more when we get done with it.” Bill said.
They pulled Stan across the room, his clothes in a pile behind him and bent him over the work table so that his ass was spread open. Standing on each side of him, they pulled his ass cheeks apart. His ass crack was hairless and his tightly puckered hole pulsed.
“You can tell that little fuck hole is cherry.” Lee said, fingering the opening and pressing his finger against it.
“Are you guys going to fuck me?” Stan asked, panic obvious but also desire.
“In your ass and down your throat, both.” Bill replied.
“There’s some lube in the bathroom that I use to beat off with.” Stan said.
Bill and Lee looked at each other over the virgin ass and smiled. Lee went to the bathroom and retrieved a jar of petroleum jelly from the top of the toilet tank and brought it back to where Stan waited. He scooped up a finger full of grease and spread it around the tiny ass hole, then used another scoop to press his finger into the tight virginal ring.
“Ow, that hurts!” Stan said.
“It’s going to hurt a lot more when I slide my hard dick up you.” Lee replied. He looked at Bill and said, “I get the first ride. I’m going to love busting this ass hole open.”
“Have at it.” Bill replied.
He climbed onto the table top and sat in front of Stan and lifted his head by his hair. “You can get your first taste of cock at the same time that you’re getting your ass hole fucked. Open wide!”
He grasped his hard cock by the base with his other hand and fed it into Stan’s mouth.
Lee positioned himself behind Stan and after greasing his cock, pressed it against the never fucked hole between Stan’s ass cheeks. At first the tight hole resisted opening but Lee pressed harder and his cock head stretched the ring open to admit it. Stan’s body tensed with the pain of having his ass hole stretched for the first time.
“Bite my cock and I’ll throw your ass down the steps, ass hole.” Bill said, smacking Stan on the head.
Stan responded by bobbing his head up and down on the cock filling his mouth.
Lee pressed forward and his cock head finally cleared the tight ring and popped into Stan’s ass cavity.
“Bet that hurts, doesn’t it?” Lee asked. “How does this feel?”
He pressed harder and his hard cock shaft slowly sank inside of the puckered hole. When he was fully buried in Stan’s ass, he rotated his hips to stretch the hole even more and Stan grimaced in pain.
“Your cock feels enormous.” Stan said around the cock in his mouth.
Lee slid most of his cock back out of the hole and then rammed it forward, causing Stan to arch his back.
As he began to fuck the virginal hole, Lee used his hands to spread the ass cheeks in front of him so that he could bury his cock even deeper in Stan’s guts. The sensation of getting his ass fucked must have started to become pleasurable because Stan began to move his ass back to meet Lee’s thrusting dick and his head rode up and down Bill’s cock at the same rhythm.
“How do you like the taste of my dick, cock sucker?” Bill asked and Stan responded with grunts and slurps on the hard meat.
Lee watched his greasy cock slide in and out of Stan’s ass hole and said, “I wonder what your new bride would think if she could see you now getting fucked at both ends.”
“Fuck that bitch.” Stan said. “I always knew I wanted cock, I was just afraid of it. I love the way your cock feels in my ass. Fuck me harder.”
Lee began to power fuck Stan’s ass, slamming his hips hard against his quivering ass cheeks and thrusting his cock as deep as he could. Stan slammed back, grinding his ass to get more cock up it. His fuck chute had loosened up and Lee’s cock slid in and out with ease.
Bill, at the other end, had hold of Stan’s head by the hair and he was raising his hips and forcing his cock deeper into Stan’s throat with each thrust. After some initial coughing and gagging, the throat had also loosened and accepted the hard cock fucking it. Stan had become the perfect fuck doll.
Lee could feel the pressure growing in his balls so he began to fuck Stan’s ass with short quick thrusts. He watched his hard cock slide in and out of his mother’s new husband’s ass hole. The sensation and circumstance became too much and his balls started to retract in preparation of dumping their load.
“You’re about to get your first load of cum up your ass, dick head” Lee growled and his cock swelled and hardened.
He thrust his cock head as far up Stan’s ass as possible just as the first shot of hot juice flew from his piss hole. Shot followed shot and Stan pressed his ass back against Lee’s hips to make sure every drop was deposited deep in his hole.
When Lee had ceased to cum, he looked at Bill and said, “I’ve got this hole all loosened up for you. Get down here and stick your dick in it.”
Bill pulled Stan’s head off of his cock and jumped down beside Lee and watched as he eased his cock out of the clutching ass hole. When his cock head popped out a few drops of pearly cum flowed out of the reddened, swollen hole and dripped off of Stan’s balls.
Bill stepped up, poised his cock head at the opening and pressed his dick deep inside.
“Yeah, fuck me with that hard cock I was just sucking on.” Stan said.
“This bitch sure loves the dick.” Bill told Lee.
Lee climbed onto the table top and sat with his legs spread and his cock in front of Stan’s face.
“Lick my cock clean of your nasty ass juice, cock sucker.” Lee said.
Stan eagerly began to lick his shaft and suck on his cock head, swallowing the few drops of cum still dripping from the hole. He licked and sucked the shaft, cleaning it of all juices and then began to lick Lee’s balls, cleaning them. When he was done, his face rested between Lee’s legs with his balls resting against his nose.
“Turn this fucker over on his back.” Lee said.
Bill drew his hard cock out of the slimy fuck hole and raised Stan’s legs and turned him over so that he lay on his back with his ass hanging over the edge of the table. He bent his legs back and slid his cock back into the waiting hole.
Lee got up onto his knees and moved forward until he was straddling Stan’s head and then lowered his ass onto Stan’s face.
“You can lick my ass hole while you’re at it.” he said.
He reached his hands down on either side of his hips and spread his ass cheeks so that his hole was over Stan’s mouth. Stan’s tongue crept out, slowly at first, and licked at the hot puckered opening. Before too long, his tongue was darting in and out of Lee’s ass hole and he was making the snuffling noises a pig does when it eats while Lee twisted and pinched his tender nipples.
Bill had been pounding away at Stan’s hole the whole time and now he grunted, “Here comes load number two, fuck hole.”
His dick bucked in Stan’s hole as his balls tightened and his cum flowed out into the waiting fuck chute and mixed with Lee’s sticky fluid. After his balls emptied, he drew his cock from the loose hole.
Climbing onto the table beside Lee he said, “Let me use the cock sucker’s hole.”
Lee moved back and Bill thrust his slimy cock into Stan’s waiting mouth. Stan sucked on the softening shaft, licking up the mixed cum load that coated it and sucking the piss slit for more.
“Clean my ass hole, too.” Bill said and threw a leg over and hovered his ass over Stan’s face. Stan reached up with both hands, grasped Bill’s hips and pulled him down so that his ass covered his face. Bill could feel the hot tongue exploring his crack and then busily licking his ass hole. He rocked on Stan’s face until Bill was satisfied, then he moved to one side opposite Stan’s body.
“Let me eat some more cock.” Stan begged.
The two boys climbed down off of the table and grabbed Stan’s arms and sat him up. Stan’s long cock was still standing straight up, swaying in front of him.
“Get up on the table on your knees, ass hole.” Lee told him and Stan climbed up and stood on his knees facing them.
“Okay, now lean back and sit on your heels and spread your legs.”
Stan did as instructed, leaning back so that his huge hard cock thrust into the air in front of him. Bill grabbed his hanging nuts and squeezed and pulled downward on them while Lee jabbed 3 fingers up Stan’s freshly fucked ass.
“Alright, cock sucker, show us how you beat your meat when you’re here alone.” Bill said.
Stan picked up the jar of lube and slathered a wad over his long cock, then grasped the shaft and started pumping up and down. Bill squeezed his balls and pulled them down so that the hard cock stood out even farther. Lee had most of his hand up Stan’s stretched ass hole and as he fucked his hand in and out he twisted his wrist and spread his fingers when he had them deep inside Stan’s ass.
Stan, leaning back supported on his left hand, pounded his meat while moaning deep in his throat. His tightly grasping hand pistoned up and down the greasy shaft, stroking his hard prong while Lee’s hand probed his ass cavity and spread his hole open. As Stan jerked at his cock, Bill twisted his ball sack and yanked hard at his full nuts.
Stan’s moans grew louder and he began to move his hips, riding Lee’s hand while fucking his own hand. Lee spread his fingers as far as possible inside Stan’s hole, stretching him to the max while Bill jerked his balls up and down with sharp tugs. Stan’s already huge cock swelled even bigger and flushed a deep crimson. He let out a deep yell as the first spurt of cum blasted out of his piss slit and splashed onto the table top.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Stan said. Each time he said it, another big wad of cum blasted out of his piss hole and splashed onto the tabletop. When his cock had stopped firing and the last drops of cum were trailing down his cock shaft, he collapsed forward onto his elbows.
Bill grabbed him by the hair and pulled him lower.
“Clean that mess up, cock sucker. Lick up every drop.” he said.
Stan eagerly sucked up his cum from the surface, licking the table top to get every drop of juice and swallowing it down.
Lee eased his fingers out of Stan’s abused ass hole and with one hand grasped his wilting cock and used the fingers he’s had up his ass to scoop up the stream of cum flowing down his shaft. Bill lifted his head by the hair and Lee jammed his cum coated fingers into Stan’s mouth, feeding him the last of his cum and his sticky ass juices. Stan lapped and sucked at the flavorful fingers.
“Looks like our work here is done.” Bill said and Lee nodded.
Stan, still on the table top sat up and began to climb down.
“Jesus, my balls and ass hole really ache. You guys were pretty rough on me, I’m going to be feeling this for a week.” he said.
“And every time you feel it you’ll think about what we did and you’ll get a hard on.” Lee replied.
He and Bill went over to the pile of clothes on the floor and dressed. Stan watched them, his big cock now soft and swinging against his thighs.
When they were ready to leave he said, “But you guys will stop by again, right? I’m here every day; you can stop by and fuck me any time you want.”
“We’ll probably take you up on that, we’ve got your number in your brochure from the gallery. We’ll call and make sure the wifey isn’t around.” Lee said.
“I never did anything like that before.” Stan said. “I always wanted to, though.”
“I got that idea when I saw your biker porn drawings.” Bill replied. “You were ripe and ready.”
“Well, I hope you’ll come back. Maybe next time I can suck you both off first and then you can both fuck my ass?”
“Sounds like a plan. We’ll be in touch.” Lee said and he and Bill went down the stairway.
Stan stood at the top of the stairs nude, his big cock swaying in front of him and already beginning to stiffen again.
When the boys got out onto the street, Bill said, “That was a whole lot easier than I expected. How did you know he was hungry for dick?”
“It was just dumb luck.” Lee replied. “I guess living with my mom would turn anybody gay.”
“No wonder she hates his biker paintings.” Bill said.
Lee stopped walking and looked far away for a moment.
“What? What’s wrong?” Bill asked.
“I just had a brilliant idea.” Lee replied. “Remind me when I get home that I need to make a phone call.”
They resumed walking and soon were back where they had previously met the Hispanic man. The hood was closed on the car and he wasn’t in sight but as they walked nearer they heard someone say, “So, my little lost boys are back again?”
The Hispanic man was sitting behind the wheel of the car with all windows down. Bill and Lee walked over to the auto.
“What year is this thing?” Lee asked.
“It’s a ’59, why?”
“I just prefer the older classics.” Lee replied, staring at the long mound running down the man’s leg.
“They’re longer and wider and a lot more comfortable. And once you get them in gear they give a really smooth ride.”
“That’s right,” Bill said, “The older models are built for speed AND endurance. I really like taking a ride on one of the deluxe models.”
The Hispanic man looked embarrassed but Lee noticed that the mound at his crotch had gotten bigger and as he watched, the mound jumped.
“You boys are both crazy.” the man said. “Your mouths are going to get you in trouble one day.”
“We’ve never found anything our mouths couldn’t handle yet.” Lee replied. “You know the other good thing about a car like this?”
He turned around and rested his hips on the widow edge so that his plump ass was inches from the man’s face.
“You get a great view.” Lee answered his question.
The Hispanic man ogled Lee’s ass and Bill could see that his cock was fully erect and straining against the thin fabric at his thigh.
“So, why don’t you give us a lift home?” he asked. “It’s not far and it’s such a hot day. We’ve got a really great pool and we can all take a dip and cool off. I’ll even make us drinks.”
“I don’t have my swim trunks.” the man said, slightly smirking.
“That’s okay, you won’t need them.” Lee replied. “So are you going to give us a ride on your big classic?”
“Get in. I hate to think what you two crazies would get up to if I didn’t see you safely home.”
“That’s right.” Bill said. “It’s a lot better to get up to something at home. You’ll find out when we get there.”
The two boys climbed into the front seat of the car and it pulled away from the curb.
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