Garage Fun with an Older Man

I would see him several times a week just down the street, toiling in his garage on his classic Morris. His heavy body bent over the hood or on a dolly underneath the chassis. If he saw me he'd always go out of his way to say hi. We'd chat for a bit about classic cars or football. I found him handsome for an older, large man but I didn't think he was too interested even if it felt like his eyes wandered at times. My eyes would wander too, usually to the tight bulge his overalls would display.

One hot and humid day I was strolling back to my house, tipsy from a few ciders in a pub garden. Passing his house I noticed the music coming from his garage but he was nowhere to be seen. Looking at his car it was clear he cared deeply about it. Over the months I'd known him it had really transformed. I decided to get a closer look. Slowly making my way around the car he suddenly appeared at the entrance with a shout, blocking my exit. Instantly I began apologising for intruding but once he saw it was me his face softened. I explained why I was in his garage and he chuckled, asking if I'd help him out. I should have said no. I was tipsy and not in a state to work but when I saw him standing there, overalls open and tied around his wide waist and vest slightly damp with sweat, I knew I was going to do anything he asked.

Turned out he just needed me to turn the motor over from the seat while he checked the issues under the bonnet. I smiled and took my place, turning the key when asked. After a few minutes, he made his way back to me explaining in jargon I didn't understand what the issue was. Half drunk I simply smiled and listened, but I couldn't help but eye his bulge, closer than ever before, just a couple of feet away. I didn't even realise he'd stopped talking until I looked up to see him smirking down at me, asking if I liked what I saw. Panicked I tried to think of ways to play it off before just accepting I got caught and nodded. He smiled and took my hand from the steering wheel placing it on his crotch. I bit my lip as I silently rubbed his soft cock through the rough material of the overalls. I felt him slowly stiffen as he continued to view my reaction. Finally, he asked if I wanted to see more. Again words failed me but I nodded.

He told me to stay as he closed the door to the garage, most of the light and cool breeze disappeared as he made his way back to me. He untied the sleeves of his overalls letting them slip down as he stood once again just in front of me, sat in the front seat of his car I reached out to rub him again. He slid the front of his briefs down as he stroked the side of my face with his other hand. His thick hairy cock and balls flopped out, semi-hard. He'd clearly been working in the heat all day, the musk alone was evident but there was a slight slickness to the soft skin on his cock. Getting harder in my hands it wasn't how I imagined. Short yet thick, the foreskin tight around his wide tip. I slid the foreskin back and forth inching my face closer, first to smell but quickly wanting to taste. I looked up, eyes begging for approval. He nodded with a moan.

I leaned in and gently licked the tip. It wasn't like most of the cocks I'd tasted before. This wasn't clean from a shower, it was sweaty and dirty, but in a way that drove me crazy. My licks got quickly more exploratory, sliding under his foreskin and slipping down his short shaft. His hairy balls felt weird to lick but his moans made me want to do whatever gave him pleasure. Gently his hands gripped my head as he began to slowly fuck my mouth. Sliding in and out while my tongue tried to lick the tip. His grunts became louder while my moans vibrated through his cock. I used the times he let go of my head to give some love to his balls, licking them clean of his musk.

The silence in the garage was only interrupted by his increasingly intense moans. He was vocal too, calling me his little cocksucker and berating me for not sucking him sooner. His thrusts became more erratic, even with his shorter length he would hit my gag reflex. He would slow down again, letting me cover his length with more saliva, ready to begin slamming into my mouth again. When he began using a hand to hold himself up against the car I knew he was close. I began to push forward with each thrust, doing my best to ignore my gagging. Finally he gripped my head with both hands, the thrusts became slower but deeper, holding his tip against the flexing entrance to my throat. His warm viscous cum flooded into my throat unexpectedly. Sputtering I pushed him off just enough for the second spurt to explode on my tongue. His breathing became deep and slow as the last few shots filled my mouth. Finally pulling off his throbbing cock, a string of cum linking it to my mouth, I looked up to his eyes as I swallowed. He beamed with approval before pulling me back into his softening cock to lick the last bits of cum up.

After a few moments of post cum silence he pulled his overalls back up, opened the garage and headed back into his house. Tipsy and cum drunk I made my way back to my house. Only a minute or two away, I must have been a sight with a solid hard-on in my trousers and cum glazed lips. The second I got into my house I stripped and jumped on the bed, rubbing my asshole as I furiously wanked to a quick eruption. I hoped it wasn't the last taste of his cock I'd get.