Page 49 of S is for SEX

“I am.”

“Wow.” He shook his head, and then grinned a shallow grin. “I wondered. I’m guessing you knew I was, too?”

Les chuckled. “Why do you think I’m out here fucking around in the garage?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“I saw you in the drive I thought maybe you’d come in here.”

Randy cocked an eyebrow. “And, if I did?”

Bobby moved toward the corner opposite of me, all the while keeping the camera trained on Les.

Les stepped around Randy, walked to the opposite wall, and pressed the button to shut the garage door. He then turned around and began walking toward Randy. As the garage door slowly closed, he continued his confident approach, and Randy’s eyes eagerly followed. As he stepped around him, he hesitated, all but brushing his chest against him as he passed by.

A sigh escaped Randy’s lips. Choreographed, or not, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

Oh my God. This is so good.

Standing directly in front of him, Les turned to face Randy. After a short study, he raised his hand to Randy’s cheek. Without warning, or a spoken word, the two men embraced in a kiss.

A really, really hot kiss.

I never would have thought watching two men make out would be such a turn on. But it was. Les twisted his body as they kissed, lowered Randy to the seat of the motorcycle, and broke their embrace. Now seated on the motorcycle sideways – and facing Les – Randy looked up at him with eyes that were filled with desire.

With his eyes fixed on Randy, Les unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His thick cock sprung free of its denim confines, and Randy’s eyes fell to it as soon as it did. The pliers he still held dropped to the floor.

Cautiously, he reached for Les’ cock, appearing to be seeking approval as he did so. Les’ consent was apparent as he guided his throbbing shaft into Randy’s willing mouth.

Oh my God.

Witnessing everything in person was so much better than watching it on the monitor. As Randy slowly took Les’ cock deep into his throat, my face went flush and my pussy began to tingle uncontrollably.

I glanced at Bobby, and then back at the action. Les’ hips gyrated as he worked his cock in and out of Randy’s very talented mouth. After a few balls-deep thrusts, Randy leaned back, pulled his mouth free, and grinned a mischievous smile.

Les looked down and smiled in return.

Randy wedged his face between Les’ thighs, and carefully wrapped his lips around Les’ cleanly shaved balls. As he sucked the scrotum he slowly stroked his glistening cock with his free hand.

In clear appreciation, Les closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

Randy continued to lick and suck Les’ balls with a simple grace that I began to wish I possessed. It not only appeared that he loved doing it, but it was undisputed that Les loved it equally.

Ten minutes of watching the men, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ball sucking and stroking of Les’ cock quickly proved to be just too much for me. Although I considered rushing to my room and fingering myself into a frenzy, I couldn’t pry myself away from the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch the two men go at it in the garage.

Les’ breathing began to become irregular, and it appeared he was a stroke or two from climax. Randy’s pace of stroking Les’ cock continued as he licked and sucked the balls with care.

Les opened his eyes and looked down.

He inhaled a choppy breath.

No, don’t come. I want more.

Please.

My pussy ached.

Les placed his hand on Randy’s forehead, suggesting, I suppose, that Randy accept his soon to come offering. Randy complied, releasing Les’ balls from his mouth. He encompassed the tip of the cock with his lips, then swallowed it entirely, twice. After pulling his mouth free, he began to stroke it with passion, all the while pointing the tip toward his open mouth.

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