Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
I was sitting in my garage with Austin, the 19 year old friend of my son of the same age. My son, along with my wife and my daughter and a few of their friends, had left to get a closer view of the municipal fireworks on this Fourth of July, although they're clearly visible from the house. The young man had become quite friendly toward me in the last couple of months or so.
Feeling more casual around just Austin, us being guys, I pulled off my polo shirt and threw it on the workbench. It was ungodly hot and humid tonight, and I had been sweating like crazy all day. The only reason I wore it in the first place is that my wife insisted that I be "presentable," which meant I needed to be covered up in front of family and guests. I felt a noticeable sunburn on my face and arms, since I had been barbecuing and grilling all day in the hot sun for all our guests.
I never got the chance to swim in our above-ground pool. I grilled the whole time today. And when I wasn't grilling, my wife was after me about something, or the younger kids needed me to straighten out the badminton net, or my opinion was needed on where to set up the horse shoe game, and so on.
But I did get some video of the kids playing and the women swimming, and hopefully some good footage of Austin roughhousing with my son Ryan. Ryan is stocky and muscular, just like me, or at least the way I was when I was his age. Austin, on the other hand, is skinny and willowy, and no match for my son, who easily manhandled him, and generally pushed him underwater and all around the pool at will. But Austin kept coming back for more. The boys kept laughing and having fun, so I gave it no further thought.
"Come on in and join us!" Austin pleaded with me eagerly. "I'll wrestle with you!"
I looked at Austin and sized him up, and immediately realized I could easily take him on, even though I had a generation of age on him, and I had a spare tire, and was generally out of shape. The thought gave me a strange thrill.
"I will as soon as I can get to it," I answered to the eagerly-smiling young man.
But I never got to it.
"Whoa, sexy!" said Austin with a grin, returning me to the present moment.
"I'm just an old man," I said, modestly.
"Don't knock yourself. Studies show that older men, in their 40s, and sometimes even older, get the most sex, and with the most partners."
I don't know if he was for real, or he just made that up, but there was something about the way Austin looked at me as he said it, that I found intriguing.
"It's really hot in here. You mind if I run the air?"
"Go right ahead."
I got up from the chair, and turned on the small box unit in the garage wall. Since it was getting dark, I turned on the overhead light. Next, I had to shut the garage door to keep the cool air in. I reached up to pull it down, and must have flexed my arm muscles doing it.
"Wow, look at those Daddy muscles!" I deliberately flexed them for Austin's benefit, and had to admit to myself that my arms, and even my chest, still looked hot, even though my belly sagged.
I walked back to the chair. Austin still wore just his swim trunks, so his skinny form was quite obvious.
"Let's see your muscles, Mr. Wilson!"
I showed them off for the young man.
"Wow, they're really hard!" Austin said, as he felt them. But he didn't stop there. He felt my chest muscles, and ran his hands through my ample chest hair, some of which were now turning to white.
"Like them?"
"Man, Mr. Wilson. Rock-hard muscles, lots of chest hair. You're a real testosterone factory!"
Then Austin looked me in the face, and said assertively, "Mr. Wilson, I want to suck your penis."
Feeling a sense of shock, I didn't know how to respond. But the boy reached over, unzipped my pants, and pulled my penis out, and started playing with it.
I didn't know what to think or do, but I felt my body relax as my son's friend cupped my balls, and I felt Austin's warm, wet mouth engulf the head. In less than a minute, my penis was completely hard. For the first time in at least 20 years, I found myself experiencing thrilling, exciting sex. I have sex about twice a week with my wife, and it's OK, but it's plain, unimaginative; because that's the way my wife likes to do it.
But the 19 year old's ministrations on my 47 year old man organ was hot, unexpected, exciting.
"Turn out the light," I said. Austin got up and obeyed, and promptly returned to my crotch. I figured it was prudent, since there are the tiny windows in the garage door, and a single window on the side of the garage. If someone returned early, they could easily look in and see our transgression.
I felt my body relax, even as I felt the tension build up in my penis in response to the boy's cocksucking skills. I thought about how salty and sweaty my penis and scrotum must taste to the young man, and about how my scrotum sticks to the sides of my legs in hot, sticky weather.
By now the fireworks had started going off. The loud booms rocked the neighborhood, and the pyrotechnics were visible out the side window. Mentally I gave myself over completely to what was happening, just as my body had already done. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to go with the feeling. Damn, this boy knows what he's doing!
The explosions outside continued, as Austin worked on me. I became aware that he was working to keep me the most stimulated, but to slow down, so he wouldn't make me pop off too quickly. The thought crossed my mind, "I wonder if he does this to Ryan?" That image struck me as hot and arousing.
My mind chased after the thought, even as my body appreciated the blow job thoroughly. Does Ryan let Austin suck him off, just as Austin is doing me? My son seems pretty straight, and he has a girlfriend. Well, I was still in high school the last time I got a blow job from a boy. I sure looked and acted straight, and had a girlfriend at the time, too.
The explosions outside were now constant, indicating the grand finale had begun. I felt my arousal build, until I knew Austin had worked me over the edge. I felt my ejaculation erupt into the youth's mouth, as he sucked up every spurt of my middle-aged semen. He patiently worked me, until he extracted every drop of my love juice.
"Man, you were hot, Mr. Wilson!"
"Glad I could do it for you." I was starting to appreciate what a gift I had given this young man.
The 19 year old kept fondling my cock and balls tenderly, even kissing them. Even though I had just come, my penis was still mostly hard, and only gradually going down.
"Man, you are a real stud, Mr. Wilson!"
"Glad I could do it for you, Austin," I said, as I tousled his shaggy hair.
But I could see movement down the driveway through the small garage door windows. Austin and I got up, and I pulled up my shorts. I flipped on the light switch.
Just in time, too. Moments later Ryan hoisted up the garage door, and my wife, daughter, and other guests were with him.
"Hey, you guys were in here? You missed some great fireworks."
Austin went over and slapped Ryan on the back. "We could see them just fine, bro!"
Indeed, I just had them, thanks to Austin.
Feeling more casual around just Austin, us being guys, I pulled off my polo shirt and threw it on the workbench. It was ungodly hot and humid tonight, and I had been sweating like crazy all day. The only reason I wore it in the first place is that my wife insisted that I be "presentable," which meant I needed to be covered up in front of family and guests. I felt a noticeable sunburn on my face and arms, since I had been barbecuing and grilling all day in the hot sun for all our guests.
I never got the chance to swim in our above-ground pool. I grilled the whole time today. And when I wasn't grilling, my wife was after me about something, or the younger kids needed me to straighten out the badminton net, or my opinion was needed on where to set up the horse shoe game, and so on.
But I did get some video of the kids playing and the women swimming, and hopefully some good footage of Austin roughhousing with my son Ryan. Ryan is stocky and muscular, just like me, or at least the way I was when I was his age. Austin, on the other hand, is skinny and willowy, and no match for my son, who easily manhandled him, and generally pushed him underwater and all around the pool at will. But Austin kept coming back for more. The boys kept laughing and having fun, so I gave it no further thought.
"Come on in and join us!" Austin pleaded with me eagerly. "I'll wrestle with you!"
I looked at Austin and sized him up, and immediately realized I could easily take him on, even though I had a generation of age on him, and I had a spare tire, and was generally out of shape. The thought gave me a strange thrill.
"I will as soon as I can get to it," I answered to the eagerly-smiling young man.
But I never got to it.
"Whoa, sexy!" said Austin with a grin, returning me to the present moment.
"I'm just an old man," I said, modestly.
"Don't knock yourself. Studies show that older men, in their 40s, and sometimes even older, get the most sex, and with the most partners."
I don't know if he was for real, or he just made that up, but there was something about the way Austin looked at me as he said it, that I found intriguing.
"It's really hot in here. You mind if I run the air?"
"Go right ahead."
I got up from the chair, and turned on the small box unit in the garage wall. Since it was getting dark, I turned on the overhead light. Next, I had to shut the garage door to keep the cool air in. I reached up to pull it down, and must have flexed my arm muscles doing it.
"Wow, look at those Daddy muscles!" I deliberately flexed them for Austin's benefit, and had to admit to myself that my arms, and even my chest, still looked hot, even though my belly sagged.
I walked back to the chair. Austin still wore just his swim trunks, so his skinny form was quite obvious.
"Let's see your muscles, Mr. Wilson!"
I showed them off for the young man.
"Wow, they're really hard!" Austin said, as he felt them. But he didn't stop there. He felt my chest muscles, and ran his hands through my ample chest hair, some of which were now turning to white.
"Like them?"
"Man, Mr. Wilson. Rock-hard muscles, lots of chest hair. You're a real testosterone factory!"
Then Austin looked me in the face, and said assertively, "Mr. Wilson, I want to suck your penis."
Feeling a sense of shock, I didn't know how to respond. But the boy reached over, unzipped my pants, and pulled my penis out, and started playing with it.
I didn't know what to think or do, but I felt my body relax as my son's friend cupped my balls, and I felt Austin's warm, wet mouth engulf the head. In less than a minute, my penis was completely hard. For the first time in at least 20 years, I found myself experiencing thrilling, exciting sex. I have sex about twice a week with my wife, and it's OK, but it's plain, unimaginative; because that's the way my wife likes to do it.
But the 19 year old's ministrations on my 47 year old man organ was hot, unexpected, exciting.
"Turn out the light," I said. Austin got up and obeyed, and promptly returned to my crotch. I figured it was prudent, since there are the tiny windows in the garage door, and a single window on the side of the garage. If someone returned early, they could easily look in and see our transgression.
I felt my body relax, even as I felt the tension build up in my penis in response to the boy's cocksucking skills. I thought about how salty and sweaty my penis and scrotum must taste to the young man, and about how my scrotum sticks to the sides of my legs in hot, sticky weather.
By now the fireworks had started going off. The loud booms rocked the neighborhood, and the pyrotechnics were visible out the side window. Mentally I gave myself over completely to what was happening, just as my body had already done. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to go with the feeling. Damn, this boy knows what he's doing!
The explosions outside continued, as Austin worked on me. I became aware that he was working to keep me the most stimulated, but to slow down, so he wouldn't make me pop off too quickly. The thought crossed my mind, "I wonder if he does this to Ryan?" That image struck me as hot and arousing.
My mind chased after the thought, even as my body appreciated the blow job thoroughly. Does Ryan let Austin suck him off, just as Austin is doing me? My son seems pretty straight, and he has a girlfriend. Well, I was still in high school the last time I got a blow job from a boy. I sure looked and acted straight, and had a girlfriend at the time, too.
The explosions outside were now constant, indicating the grand finale had begun. I felt my arousal build, until I knew Austin had worked me over the edge. I felt my ejaculation erupt into the youth's mouth, as he sucked up every spurt of my middle-aged semen. He patiently worked me, until he extracted every drop of my love juice.
"Man, you were hot, Mr. Wilson!"
"Glad I could do it for you." I was starting to appreciate what a gift I had given this young man.
The 19 year old kept fondling my cock and balls tenderly, even kissing them. Even though I had just come, my penis was still mostly hard, and only gradually going down.
"Man, you are a real stud, Mr. Wilson!"
"Glad I could do it for you, Austin," I said, as I tousled his shaggy hair.
But I could see movement down the driveway through the small garage door windows. Austin and I got up, and I pulled up my shorts. I flipped on the light switch.
Just in time, too. Moments later Ryan hoisted up the garage door, and my wife, daughter, and other guests were with him.
"Hey, you guys were in here? You missed some great fireworks."
Austin went over and slapped Ryan on the back. "We could see them just fine, bro!"
Indeed, I just had them, thanks to Austin.
