Reliving History by TwistedSocks
Discover a captivating journey through time with 'Reliving History,' a gay erotic sex story that blends passion and historical intrigue. Dive into a tale of forbidden love, sensual encounters, and unforgettable moments that challenge the boundaries of society. Perfect for those seeking a unique blend of romance and history. Read more now!<br/>
Halfway through September, the day finally arrived. Joe was dealing with pump problems at the Phillip’s place, so Mike took the day to drive me in to see Doc. A part of me wanted to apologize for Mike having to take the unpaid day. I was still struggling with the feeling of being a burden and looking forward to carrying my own weight.
“The X-ray looks good, we can get that thing off,” Doc said as he entered the exam room and closed the door. He drew the privacy curtain before greeting us in our customary manner. The two of them embraced, grabbing each other’s ass and rubbing their groins together as they kissed.
By the time Doc got to me, his dick was hard and strained against his dockers. We hugged and kissed until the doorknob turned unexpectedly. In an instant Doc snapped back to his professional self and turned to greet the nurse, who was bringing equipment.
“I’ll do this one Carol,” he said to her as she passed the cart to him. She glanced briefly at the bulge in his pants and left with a hint of a smirk on her lips.
“Perhaps I should have buttoned my lab coat,” he said with a grin. “Now let’s get that off shall we?” Doc skillfully cut my cast off with a vibrating cutter. My skin was dry, flaky, and emitted an unpleasant odor.
“When you get home, have a long soak. It’ll help, and your skin should clear up in a few days. Oh, and take it easy on that ankle for a while longer, no hiking up the mountain. You’ll need time to rebuild those muscles.”
Mike handed me a boot and clean sock and I put them on. He’d anticipated this moment and reminded me to grab them this morning.
“I’ll settle the bill with Joe so you won’t need to do anything on the way out,” Doc said. He gave us both hugs and buttoned his lab coat to conceal the fresh bulge in his pants, then walked out.
Before Mike and I left the room, I turned and kissed him.
“Thank You,” I said after breaking the kiss.
“For what?” he asked.
“For taking the day and being here for me,” I said.
He smiled and kissed me back.
“Let’s go home, I have something to show you, and you can soak your leg in my old tub if you want.”
“I am all yours,” I said with a grin, as we hopped into his truck and made our way home.
As we approached the gate, Mike reached into his front pocket.
“Why don’t you open the gate,” he said as he placed my car keys in my hand. He’d added a pair of new ones to the ring. “The small one’s for the locked gates, it’ll open all of them, including Joe’s and the old Phillip’s place. The second is for my shop. I know Joe gave you keys to his cabin and the farmhouse so now you have the set. The valley’s your home, come and go as you please.”
I leaned over and kissed him before climbing out and unlocking the gate. I swung it open, and Mike drove the old Dodge through. Closing and locking it, I hopped back in, and we made our way to the shop.
Mike hit the remote, and both bay doors opened. My Nova was parked in the right bay as we pulled into the left. It took me a minute to notice, but he had cleaned her up and fixed a few things. I got out to take a closer look.
“I changed the fluids and gave it a tune-up. The salvage yard in town had parts for the missing trim and broken window regulator,” he said as I climbed into the driver’s seat. My shop coveralls had been folded and placed on the passenger’s seat with my old street shoes sitting on top.
“Start it up,” Mike said, standing next to me and resting his left hand atop the open door.
It started instantly and idled more smoothly than ever, at least as long as I’d owned it. I revved the engine a few times, feeling for the occasional stutter of a misfire. There were none.
He stood watching, waiting for my reaction. Again, suppressing my impulse to tell him it was too much, I accepted his gift.
I finally understood that it didn’t come from anywhere but his desire to show me love. That understanding brought a grin to my face that I couldn’t hide, even if I’d wanted to.
It had nothing to do with my car, and everything to do with my feelings for Mike in that moment. I killed the engine and stepped out of the car. I reached out and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you,” I said before kissing him and gazing into his beautiful hazel eyes. We embrace for several minutes until he reached down and palmed the bulge in my pants.
“Not so fast buddy,” I said with a smile. “I want to give you a proper thank you.” His grin widened as I pushed him against my car. He relaxed in submission and I slid his shirt over his head.
The memory of seeing him shirtless for the first time rushed back as I buried my face in his hairy chest. I pulled his body close, deeply inhaling his scent before letting him go. Tenderly caressing the black fur, I followed it with my fingers, letting the trail guide me down beneath the waistband of his jeans.
I pushed my fingers in, exploring the dense pubic hair and stroking his caged serpent before pulling my hand out to unfasten his belt and fly. Mike’s dick sprung free as I pulled his jeans and briefs down, leaving them bunched around his boots, constraining his muscular legs.
I knelt and placed my right hand over his hard shaft and held it against his belly. Taking it slow, I started tickling his balls with quick flicks of my tongue.
Mike’s smile relaxed; his attention consumed by my mouth on his sensitive bits. He gasped when I licked the tender flesh beneath them. I lingered there for several minutes, extracting more pleasurable sounds before moving up to dwell on his rigid cock.
Starting at the base, I caressed it with my lips and tongue. I worked my way up and around, slowly making love to every inch. He squirmed and gasped as my lips reached the cleft beneath the tip, swirling and stimulating the tender skin. I had discovered this was one of Mike’s most erogenous zones, so I exploited it mercilessly before wrapping the head in my lips and sliding it into my mouth.
I’d learned quickly over the last several weeks, and I was using every lesson to stimulate Mike’s senses. His body trembled as my mouth and throat enveloped his dick entirely. Before pulling back, I gripped his firm ass in both hands and pulled him in, burying my face in his black pubic hair. Holding him in, I enveloped his hard shaft in my mouth and throat as he gasped and moaned loudly. I finally pulled back and looked up into his face.
“God damn,” he said, “you are getting good at this!” His black horseshoe mustache framed that incredible smile, spurring me on. Collecting the drool from my chin with my left hand, I smeared it on my fingers and pushed two into Mike’s asshole. He growled loudly as I swallowed his dick again.
Mike’s body shook and he cried out. My fingers deftly massaged his prostate as I began thrusting his entire length into and out of my mouth. He howled and shook each time the head slid down my throat.
When it was clear he was getting close, I pulled back and teased drops of precum from the head of his enraged dick. I licked it clean and his whole body convulsed in response. Before he could recover, I buried my face in his groin, forcing his prick back down my throat.