Close To Home 3

I live in a small group of houses in a semi rural area. It's great for exercise and walking the dog, with various routes out and back. Fields, woods, relatively quiet high hedgerow lanes, the closest footpath being straight through the field 200yds down the road.

Now the nights are drawing in dog walks are mostly in the dark which isn't a problem thanks to fantastic bright head torches (thanks China) and LED collars but last night's outing led to something very unexpected.

I got a message when we were coming back towards the gate so I stopped for a sneaky cigarette, got into a back and forth about a job before rounding the headland, over the stile by the gate and off home.

My wife, Lori, had dinner ready so we had that with a couple of glasses of wine before I went to jump in the shower. It then struck me that I'd left my umbrella stuck in the ground as I was busy messaging. Damn. It would be ok but, obviously, it wasn't far. I told Lori and said I'd be back in a bit so she might as well jump in the shower and I would load the dishwasher when I got back. I put on my boots, jacket and head torch and trotted off down the lane back to the field.

As I got further along the wet tarmac a faint, familiar, sweet smell hung in the damp air. I chuckled, knowing where it was coming from. The gate is set a way back from the road and this makes a convenient turning place or, as evidenced by the occasional litter, a parking spot for, probably, kids from the local town out driving and getting up to whatever. I hope to never properly grow up and immediately a very childish plan popped into my wine influenced mind.

I turned off the head torch for the last fifty yards until I turned in to the cut.

Parked front towards the gate was a dark medium sized car. The interior light was on and I could make out two heads in the front both blowing out smoke. When my light went on full bright to the interior, I saw them both jump, and heard startled expletives. Mission accomplished. Small amusements keep us alive.

"Sorry lads," I moved up to the open drivers window, "just left my brolly in the field."

The mop topped Asian youth sunk in the seat, the shock left his body as he looked up at me grinning. Maybe too much.

"Fuckin' hell grandad. I nearly shit. Bruh."

"Yeah! Fuck!" the passenger piped up.

I flipped the light up so I wouldn't blind them as I bent down so I could see the other guy, who was much bigger than the skinny driver, with long blond hair and a handsome face that contrasted his chavvy clothes.

"Sorry fellas, I'll get my brolly and leave you to it."

I went through the gate and round the corner, along the hedge to where I'd left it, mildly satisfied with my juvenile prank. Back through the gate and a bit of civil mindedness occurred to me.

I flipped the light again and bent down at face level at the drivers window.

"Hey fellas..."

"Hey grandad," both giggling with their joints still at their lips, "wannahit?" the driver offers me his.

Well it seemed like these fools were quick to forgive so it'd be rude not to accept. I knew this probably wouldn't be wise mixed with the wine but hey, I've made stupider decisions. I puffed it up and took way too deep a drag, ridiculously expecting the capacity of twenty years prior, held as long as I could and filled the car up.

"Whoah grandad!" giggles, "freak!"

They were right. I knew I'd made a mistake almost instantly. This shit wasn't anything like the weed I very very rarely partook of. It invaded my whole body in waves up and down, my vision went crazy almost immediately and I felt my face turn into that Cheshire cat grin.

"Shit..keep it together." I struggled to think "situation normal, come on." gripping the door of the car.

"I..I..just wanted to say like...you guys are here...I'm not saying it's you..but the litter...you know...tissues and cups...from people parking."

I was swaying a bit now but getting over the complete mind bending initial hit. Driver's face wobbled and stretched, his eyes seemed massive and deep, his cheekbones impossibly sharp, triangular merging with a gorgeous full lipped mouth that seemed to envelope me as it said,

"Oh, that's definitely not us grandad. We clean up all our mess, every drop." A sharp slap across the drivers chest brought me more conscious as Blondie smacked him and broke out from giggles to full on guffaws. Driver hits him back laughing,

"What..what...we do though...you love cleaning up."

They both break down now in hysterics, Blondie's locks flying covering his tanned face and I'm caught up in hyperfocus on both of them. I want them, something, anything of them.

"Show me."

That shuts them up.

Blondie "What?"

My voice clears through the dry throat gravel.

"I said show me. Show me how you clean up."

I've lost any caution I might normally have and am caught in drug induced Pavlovian lust. Decades old conditioning.

This might have been just banter between them and they might turn nasty but I'm getting hard and don't care what happens with it.

They're both slack jaw stoned.

"Show me your cocks, wank for me, cum for me, suck my cock, fuck my arse, whatever you dirty fuckers."

I say it fast and straight and lean in wavering so my face is right in the driver's.

Silence.

He's looking at my mouth and then in an instant he kisses it and giggles more. So soft lips that they belied my crudity.

If it had ended there that would have been enough to be honest but he developed it and then I had him.

I've been told by enough men and women by now to accept that I'm really, really good at kissing. How I got so good still causes me problems but I can't speak of that.

I sucked him in and ate him up. He seemed shocked at himself for a second but he was lost and loving it.

"Fucking hell, Chris!"

Blondie didn't sound pleased, didn't look pleased as I could see around Chris's head. We didn't stop as Chris turned his hips in the seat and thumbed his tracksuit bottoms down so his skinny arse faced Blondie.He broke off for a second,

"Shut up baby and show grandad what you got" then gave in to me more.

Blondie moaned something I didn't get but I could see enough that he pulled his trackies down but nothing else. I undid my trousers with great difficulty so I was free too. Snogging gets me hard without fail but now my cock felt alien hard. Chris gasped and I guessed Blondie had taken the invitation to pay attention to Chris's naked area so I took the opportunity to relieve my aging back, stand up straight, and present to Chris's swollen mouth. I'm big enough to hit any throat and Chris just took it all straight down.

But that was just the start. There was no slow build up. Chris was straight into a demonstration of otherworldly skills.It felt like his tongue was wrapping around my cock and squeezing it as he moved his head my full length. As his face buried in my pubes his mouth seemed to pulse from his throat forward as if my cock was riding a wave inside his head. It was the most godlike blowjob I'd ever had. All the lucky bastards that he must have sucked to get this good at such an age.

He stopped to gasp loudly as Blondie hoiked him up on his knees. I bent down to look inside the car as his face buried in Chris's crack. He wasn't wrong about Blondie's equipment. One of those perfectly proportioned weapons that was out of proportion to the body size to which it was attached. Chris gaped and then smiled so genuinely that it could make you fall in love. Damn he was beautiful. I ran my hands through his thick black hair and took his mouth for a brief taste before he took me into his heaven again.

Now his body was further out of the window Chris had freer control of his hands. Kneeling on the seat with his body weight held by the door on his lower chest and with me standing gave a unique position for my pleasure. His hands were as magical as his mouth here. Every stroke, tweak of my balls, cheeks, belly, reach up to my nipples complemented the snake tongue and gutteral vibrations from Blondie's attention making him moan. As the swirling wet rhythm continued I was increasingly almost failing to control the spasms running through me. I could no longer grip the top of the open window. "Weak at the knees" doesn't do it justice. Sensation overload I knew I was going to blow soon.

Blondie got out of the car. He walked around the front, my light illuminating the first full view of him. Normally a semi naked, almost gym rat bodied youth approaching me with a cock pointing to the sky, swaying like a palm tree would command my full attention but at this moment the hypno on my cock performed another trick that had my head thrown back in higher ecstasy.

"Fuckin' hell, grandad" as Blondie simultaneously reached up, grabbed the torch from my head and pushed me off Chris "it's like a fuckin searchlight out here. Turn it down."

I wasn't offended, I was buzzing too much and as jacked as he was I was still bigger than Blondie except in the obvious flag pole department, plus I'd sort of stolen some of his fun.

"Aaww Johnny" cried Chris in a fake put out voice "He was about to blow. I'm hungry" laughing as he drummed on the door.

" I'm surprised the old bastard lasted... Chris fuckin Dyson," sniggering "Now turn the torch down grandad, and you, get out of the fuckin' car."

I cycled the torch to its lowest setting my glowing cock in the beam. Johnny was right of course. Not many cars came by and they wouldn't see any detail passing, unless it was lit up full blast. I put it back on my head as I moved out the way of the opening door, standing back as Chris, sort of whooping, got out of the car and took his trackies full off, singing now. Johnny leering at me, scorn, smile he was all over the place. This weed was wild.

Chris's top was off and he squeezed up to Johnny who put his arm around him and kissed him then looked back at me as did Chris. In the torchlight I could see now how small Chris was and that's what made Johnny look so much bigger in the car. His hand on Johnny's chest, a perfect little arse turned towards me, his cock straight out pressed sideways on Johnny's tight upper thigh the tip almost touching his balls. It all said "He's mine old man" without anything actually being said. It was beautiful.

I've been around the block enough times that, even in my addled state (what the fuck was in that spliff?) I knew when to move on. What stood before me these guys would maybe never see or appreciate. They were like the Greek sculpture the Greeks never dared to make. I was a dirty "old" man standing before two young gorgeous lovers embracing, whom I'd interrupted by chance and taken advantage of with my reduction of boundaries that can come with the arrogance of age. One had given up but, quite rightly, his man had not. I could pump one out now, almost immediately, at what stood before me. Or, I could retreat, put this image and the memory of Chris's mouth on overwrite to horrors in my brain, stagger two hundred yards and make Lori take another shower. Yes, that's what I'd do.

I couldn't resist just a few strokes of my slick, swollen dick. Just a couple of seconds more. Chris took Johnny's vertical shaft and began to pump it in time to mine. Beaming such a wide, white grin. So damn pretty. Johnny just leered.

"Well boys, thanks for everything, I'll leave you to your fun." pushed my cock to the side and buttoned up. Lucky I was wearing loose clothing. Johnny actually smiled but this quickly vanished as Chris reached up and said something I couldn't catch.

"Fucks sake Chris no!" Chris squeezed his cock hard "No fuckin way."

Then Chris did something that was really unexpected, given my impression of the dynamic between these two. He took hold of Johnny's impressive balls and squeezed them so hard he doubled up and froze in pain. Chris gently stroked and kissed his now horizontal back as Johnny gasped.

"Please Johnny. You want to make me happy don't you?"

I half expected Johnny to recover and smack him in the mouth but he didn't. He straightened up, still wincing, with his lithe little attacker doing a little dance with his hands in the air, gyrating his hips and waving his horizontal member side to side.

"Give me the fuckin torch grandad," reaching out Johnny, subdued, put the torch on his head.

"Film it."

"What?"

"Get your phone out and film." annoyed.

"I don't have it." Johnny's struck dumb.

"Get mine JB." says the still pirouetting boy psycho, "and spark up another baby."

Grumbling and moaning Johnny got what was ordered from the car, fiddled with the phone, lit up, and with the glowing spliff in one side of his mouth gave me the phone.

"Here, it's running already. Make it good and," as he leaned in, blinding me "Don't... Fucking...Touch... Me."

tbc