Dave stepped into his neighbor's darkened garage. It was cool and smelled of oil and grease. He smiled. An old red car with its hood up dominated the shadowy space.
"Are they gone?" he asked as he walked along the side of the car, one big hand sliding along the curves of the vehicle.
Pete stood up when he heard Dave's voice and smiled when he saw that the young man was bare-chested and barefoot as well. He never got tired of looking at the well-defined muscles of Dave's chest back and shoulders.
"Yeah," he said, wiping his hands on a red shop rag. "But they won't be gone long."
"Do we have time?" Dave asked, his voice a little more than a strained whisper.
Even though they were well-hidden behind the raised hood of the car and the darkness of the garage, Pete glanced out of the open garage door to check. The street was empty. "Come here," he said quietly.
With a low hungry sound, Dave moved up close to the taller man and ran his fingers down's Pete's chest and flat belly, fumbling for his belt buckle. He tugged on it gently and their eyes met.
Pete licked his lips and they kissed briefly. "Suck me," he said, his voice sounding gruff.
Dave's cock jerked to a full erection, straining against the front of his jeans at the sound of Pete's voice.
"I've been thinking about this all morning," Pete whispered, squeezing Dave's cock through his jeans.
Dave nodded, held onto Pete's wrist and humped his hand. He never got enough of this older man and the way he made him feel - somehow explosive and content, all at once.
"Suck me," Pete repeated.
Dave was only vaguely aware of the cold concrete floor under his knees. In the near darkness, he heard the jingle of Pete's belt buckle. He swallowed hard. He heard the zipper sliding down and the whisper of clothing as it was pushed down out of the way, and felt his heartbeat quicken. His tongue played along his lower lip in anticipation.
