I cannot describe how hard my heart was beating as Sherry gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. Her father had just finished pulling his cock out of my ass not 2 minutes ago and I was trying desperately to compose myself.
Thank God he had closed the garage door long enough to let me get dressed before opening it again for them to enter. Sweat was literally pouring down my forehead even though it was a cool fall day. As Sherry hugged me affectionately in front of her parents, I made no effort to hug her back, thinking it might just piss Mr. Carpenter off.
Sherry handed me 2 bags of groceries expecting me to take them up the stairs behind her mother. I purposely waited and let them walk ahead of me, afraid that there might be a huge cum stain leaking through the back of my shorts. The crack of my ass cheeks felt wet and sloppy as we ascended the stairs, me the last to follow as Mr. Carpenter didn't even offer to help carry the groceries his wife struggled with. He actually even had the audacity to stealthily pinch my ass, startling me, without them seeing as I started up the stairs.
Sherry was talking to me a mile a minute, blabbering about one thing or another as I was practically incoherent in my own thoughts. All I wanted to do was rush to their bathroom and lock the door, so I could clean my cum drooling ass up. When we got to the top of the stairs, I let loose a small, almost inaudible fart that released what felt like a couple of tablespoons of Mr. Carpenter's cum to leak out of my ass. As I struggled to get their groceries out of my hands and onto the kitchen counter, I felt it start to trickle down my leg. Quickly excusing myself, I made a mad dash for the restroom down the hall.
Locking the door as quick as I could, I plopped onto the toilet seat and an absurdly loud fart released what felt like a huge glob of semen from my ass into the commode water. As it splashed into the commode, I grabbed a hand towel off the rack and held it between my legs trying to muffle my obscene bowel noises. My ass squelched and gurgled out more air and cum, that now just gushed out of my throbbing butt hole.
Good Lord, how much cum did this man deposit in me I wondered? When will it stop leaking out? Every time I thought my bowels were empty, more air would escape releasing even more of his seed. After a few minutes of pushing air and cum out of my ass, I felt the worst had passed and made a feeble attempt to wash my ass crack and legs on their hand towel. I know what you're thinking, "that's gross." but I had no choice. I couldn't go out there like this. Thank God my shorts were dry and there was no big wet cum stain in the crack of them.
Looking into the commode, I was amazed at the amount of cum my ass had expelled. I could see it clearly floating in the water as it was a thick, white congealed viscous solid fluid clearly contrasting with the water. The bathroom reeked of his cum as I finished cleaning myself up, finally spraying deodorizer to mask the smell.
When I opened the door, Mrs. Carpenter was standing just outside the door urgently waiting for me to exit. "Sorry." was all she said as she apparently needed to pee badly and pushed past me locking the door behind her.
So far, so good, I had escaped detection by all and could calm down a little.
I went to the kitchen where Sherry was putting up the groceries. While her mother was occupied in the bathroom and Mr. Carpenter still downstairs in the garage, she grabbed me and gave me a hot sloppy kiss. She grabbed my cock through my shorts and said, "I missed this, you're gonna give me some tonight." she giggled.
After the groceries were put up, we went to her room to be alone and listen to some music and talk. Her mother came directly into the room to ask Sherry what her plans were for the day and it might have been my imagination, but I'm almost sure she gave me several questionable glances. The first thing my guilty conscience thought, was that maybe I left some evidence of my infidelities with Mr. Carpenter in the bathroom, but maybe it was my imagination, I was probably being too paranoid.
I hung out there all day, purposely avoiding Mr. Carpenter even when he finally came upstairs. It seemed like he was staring at me every time I looked his way. Once, when nobody was watching, he winked at me and grinned. Worse yet, later, he even made a circle with his left hand's index finger and thumb, using his right index finger to poke in and out of the circle to simulate an obscene fucking motion.
I was still nervous and felt somewhat remorseful or even guilty about what I had done with him earlier. Maybe not guilty, but more afraid someone knew or even suspected what we did. Even though, at the same time I was both obsessed and eager with the idea of a repeat if the chance occured. He had awoken something in me that was making me crave the idea of servicing his masculine body's needs. I wanted more. Still, as the day rolled on into night, I began to feel more at ease that nobody suspected a thing.
I told Sherry I was taking her out to dinner that night, with her rushing the date as soon as it got dark outside. I knew what she wanted. I knew we would go to our favorite secluded parking spot and I would have to fuck her. Truth being told, I was thinking more about her father's cock than her pussy, but once we got in the car, she jumped me saying she needed some dick.
When we got to our secret parking place, she was all, over me. No preliminaries, just stripping off her shorts and climbing on top of me in the front seat of my car. She straddled me and rode me for about 10 minutes, climaxing several times on my cock til she was sated. I faked an orgasm myself, telling her that I had cum and bringing an end to our session. The truth is, I didn't even get a very good erection with her for some reason.
We went back to her parents about 10PM. Mr. Carpenter was back in the garage when we drove up, doing his second set of weight lifting for the day, which was not unusual.
He told Sherry to go upstairs as he wanted to talk with me about lifting weights with him for a minute, so she went upstairs.
Our conversation was not about weight lifting at all. All he said to me was, "Tell Sherry you're tired and need to go soon. Go home and wash that sweet ass up good for me. Be back here at midnight prompt. Park a block down the street and walk back here to the garage. The garage door will be open, come in and wait for me. Understand son? Now go back upstairs."
I just nodded, but then felt obligated to say "Yes sir." I was so flattered, both proud and excited to hear that he wanted more of me, that I felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. I too wanted more of what we did earlier, even risking meeting him while his wife and Sherry were home while I serviced him again.
I left their house about 10:30 and drove to my parents house. They were still awake, and after bringing them up to date on my grades and school, they announced they were going to sleep and for me not to stay out too late.
I showered pretty quickly paying special attention to my ass. Extra special attention to washing my tender and abused sphincter. I wanted it to be especially fresh and clean as Mr. Carpenter instructed me.
I was so excited that I arrived way too early, driving past their house and still seeing some lights on upstairs. The garage door was closed and I wondered if our meeting was still on. I drove to the next block and parked my car. I was so anxious to see Mr. Carpenter again as I just sat there for about 15 minutes rubbing my erection through my shorts.
Now almost midnight, I finally exited my car and started the one block trek to their house. As I got within a few houses, I saw the garage door opening, and there was Mr. Carpenter standing alone in the garage wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy worn gym shorts. His muscles bulged everywhere as he was still pumped up from his last workout. He smiled when he saw me and put his index finger to his lips giving me the universal "Shhhhhh" single. As I entered the garage, he quickly closed the garage door, then grabbed me roughly and kissed me deeply.
That caught me totally off guard. Pulling me in strongly into his muscular chest, his tongue probed my mouth deeply. He grabbed my chin firmly and gave me a long and very passionate kiss, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I responded in like to his eagerness and sucked on his lower lip like a submissive whore in heat til he finally pushed me away.
"No time to waste son. Get naked and down on your knees. Suck on my cock like a good girl." he commanded.
Stripping off my t-shirt and shorts, then kneeling before him was so exciting. Just knowing I was kneeling naked submissively in front of him, ready to suck his big cock was exhilarating, as his wife and my girlfriend were dangerously close upstairs. The risk of being caught, coupled with what I was yearning to do, was making my heart beat so hard.
I pulled down his shorts and saw his cock spring forward like it had a life of it's own. It was so beautiful and masculine I swooned at the chance to get it into my mouth to please him again. While I was unable to achieve a really good erection earlier with Sherry, that was not an issue now. My cock was rock hard as I was completely sexually aroused being with him again. Of course I noticed this, and wondered at that time if I might really be gay and preferred men.
I needed no direction or instructions on what he expected. He had made it clear earlier this morning that he liked his cock deep in my throat, all the way to the root. I did not disappoint, after getting it all wet and sloppy, I forced my head down and swallowed it to the root just holding it in my throat. Not even one single gag escaped my throat this time. I took it all cause I needed it all. With it fully lodged as deep as it could go, I tried to stick out my tongue and lick his heavy balls.
I fucked my throat up and down on his silky smooth fat cock, loving the guttural moans that escaped from him. I relished servicing his cock and tried my hardest to give him the best sucking he ever had. He just stood there and stared down at me as I went all the way down, then slowly retraced my lips til I could slurp passionately on his swollen plum knob for a few seconds. Every time I nursed on the tip of his cock, his legs would tremble. I would have done this forever if he would of allowed me to.
