From the moment he met his folks for breakfast the next morning, Sam knew he and his brother had to commit themselves to helping their father turn around his lifestyle and get back to being an active, health conscious, focused man. A heart attack had forced him in to an early retirement that translated into inactivity. Every moment he spent with his parents from that point on was targeted to turning his father back into the fit man he remembered. Within two months the weight was dropping and the attitude was changing.
And so was everything else in Sam's life. The rented Chrysler gave way to an extended cab F-150 he purchased out of the funds from his house sale. The biggest challenge was finding a place to park the beast near his apartment. The building didn't have dedicated parking spaces large enough for his truck so he quickly learned to hop the bus to the university and forego the hassle of driving unless necessary. But he looked good driving it.
His new job brought new challenges on which he thrived. Teaching was a hoot, despite many of the students being a bit on the nerdy side. His segue into research was taking a bit longer as the university slowly unrolled its new strategy. To make up for the nerdy effect and his boredom with slow research, he hit the school's gym and was soon on a first name basis with many jocks. The young guys constantly taunted the older prof, but were left red-faced when he out lifted and out performed them. Hanging with the jocks also had one major negative side effect. His balls constantly ached.
Sam was so busy with the new job, truck, parents and house-hunting that it left little time for sex. He would get home after an active day teaching, planning research and working out, only to have to beat his horny dick into submission. All the latent testosterone and nudity in the gym and showers, was driving him over the edge. There just wasn't time and on weekends he was too tired to go out. The bars weren't his focus, never had been. Something had to change soon.
He had found a lesbian realtor who was eagerly helping him wade through the housing market. As much as he liked the urban neighbourhoods like those where his current apartment was located, he felt he needed a change. One Friday afternoon, when his classes ended early and he could cut short his workout, she drove him to a nearby suburban neighbourhood. The house she showed him was a huge, empty rambling 1960's two-story that listed at less than half what he had sold his for in San Francisco. It sat on a corner lot, lots of yard with a very private pool in the backyard. It was a warm sunny afternoon in October and people were busily attending to their yards and waving hello. Several attractive men road by on bikes. People were walking and stopping to extol the positive points of the area. The clincher was the big beefy muscular jogger who ambled by with his dog. He caught eyes with Sam and nodded.
"Good buy, nice house, great people. A very diverse place to live." Sam watched the beefy butt work its way down the street as his realtor cleared her throat.
"He doesn't come with the house." Sam blushed. "I don't know who he is, but there are a lot of active people around here. Plus, you can be in Oakland in 20 minutes. Or you can go to one of the nearby park and rides and catch the bus to work. Downtown Pittsburgh is nearby, and tons of shopping just minutes away."
"I'm sold. I love this place. The price is unbelievable and I'll have money left from my house sale for furniture and fix up. Let's make an offer." She agreed to have the paperwork ready for him the next day and headed off as he walked around the house one more time.
He was about to get back into the Ford when a voice came up from behind. "So, are ya gonna buy it?" Sam turned to face the beefy, sweat-soaked jogger. A cold nose from the Shepherd poked Sam in the nuts. "Hey, Sam, stop that. Sorry."
"That's OK. Your dog's name is Sam? That's mine. As a matter of fact, I am going to sign the offer tomorrow."
"Super. It's a great house, tons of room. I knew the guys who lived here before. Had super pool parties. Hope you get it. The name's Steve." Sam shook his offered hand. "I live about a half mile that way."
"Great. Yeah, this house and neighbourhood feel right. Hopefully, I'll get it. Needs some work but that's OK."
"Well, good luck. Hey, I'm a carpenter, so keep me in mind. Gotta run, ha, no pun intended. Meeting friends for a football game. Later. Good luck."
Sam took a deep breath and slid into the truck. "Oh my aching nuts." He was halfway to his apartment when his cell rang.
"Hey, Sam. It's Matt. Sorry I haven't been able to get away from work but guess what, I'm off all weekend. So buddy, I'd love to go to the football game with you and your brother tonight."
"Really? Great. Give me your address. Yeah got it. OK, well, I can pick you up at 6, that OK?"
"You bet. Looking forward to it. Later." Sam sped up to get home and shower for his 'date.' Now, if he could just keep his brother from making crazed remarks. He thought about Matt from the grocery store and the thick humpy body. Maybe he would need to go with a looser pair of jeans. With a couple of hours till game time, he decided on a quick run. The warm fall sun relaxed his stressed body. A quick shower and then the task of choosing what to wear. He had given up shutting out the guys next-door and paraded around naked as he slipped into a thermal pullover and looser fit jeans. They seemed to enjoy his naked antics He pulled the big Ford into the parking lot at Matt's apartment building and buzzed at the door. Matt's cheery voice greeted him. His cock started to thicken.
The door to Matt's apartment was open as Sam entered. Matt was tying his shoes. He stood up and grabbed a jacket. Sam scanned the shorter hunk. Matt's thick legs gave way to a round, beefy butt, small waist and broad chest and shoulders. That huge overgrown moustache and what seemed to be a permanent five o'clock shadow surrounded the big smile. "OK, I'm ready. Glad you suggested this. I haven't been to any of the high school games all season, should be a good one. And I'm glad you called back, work bites. And, ya know, being a divorced dad with kids, well, I gotta spend time with them when I can. Doesn't leave me much time for getting together with another guy."
"I understand. I would be disappointed if you didn't spend time with them."
Matt pushed the door shut before they could exit. He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and planted a big wet kiss. "Really. Thanks for being patient. I appreciate it." Sam hugged him back and breathed in the heavy masculine scent. "I'll make it up to you." Matt broke the hug and opened the door to leave.
Sam shuddered as his balls churned. It was going to be a long game. They met up with Dave at the gate to the field. Dave was every bit his charming younger brother self and hit it off right away with Matt. The first half of the game flew by as the three men cheered on Dave's son and also their cousin. Anyone in the crowd would have thought nothing of the three men and never would have taken two of them for gay. Matt was in awe of the two boy's size and talent.
Dave's face beamed. "Yeah, he's gonna be way better at football then his old man and uncle, maybe get a scholarship. Hope so anyway, it'll really help pay for college." The two men chatted about their kids. Matt's being much younger.
At half time, Matt excused himself to hit the men's room. Dave smacked Sam in the arm. "So, you know, how's this working out? You uh, you know."
Sam grimaced. "No, we're not you know. In fact, this is the first time we've been able to hook up, a football date. Isn't that weird?"
"No, not at all. Seems like a nice enough guy. He obviously works out. Just your type."
Sam laughed. "Whattaya know about my type? He IS a nice guy but so far nothing has happened."
Dave moved around in front of Sam. "Look Sam, I am betting since you moved back home that you haven't taken a moment for yourself to well, you know. Hey, I love ya, I want you to be happy. I want you to have someone special in your life. Hell, if I were gay, I seriously would be going after Matt. Did you see that ass?"
Sam let out a big sigh. "Yeah, please don't make me think about it. My balls are gonna explode. And why are you noticing my dude's ass? Hey, and let's talk about someone's lack of dating!"
"Um, well, you better defuse cause here he comes. And let's not talk about my dating. Sad, very sad."
The three men returned to their seats and spent the second half bouncing off each other as they cheered the kids in a hard fought game. In the end, Dave Jr.'s team won. Sam had concentration lapses as Matt's thigh rubbed against his, or when he was standing up cheering and flexing his butt. Sam whimpered inside.
Sam's nephew ran over to greet them after the game. Sam introduced him to Matt and the young man shook his hand. Dave Jr. was heading out to get pizza after the game with his cousin and buddies. He hugged his uncle and whispered in his ear. "Hot date unc, you rock." Sam busted up laughing. They watched the happy teenagers head for the locker room. Matt shouldered Sam.
"Your nephew is going to be bigger than you, he's as tall as you are now."
Dave shook his head. "Yeah, he's a big kid. Eats like a fucking horse. Like two fucking horses."
Sam feigned hurt. "He'll never be as muscular. Hey, pizza sounded good, you guys wants to grab one over at the Grill?"
Dave begged off having to work in the morning. The three men parted company in the parking lot as Matt rubbed against Sam.
"My apartment is close by. You want to pick up a pizza and go back there? I have beer."
"Yeah, I'd like that." Matt called in an order to save time and in 45 minutes they were sprawled on his sofa watching the evening news and chomping down pizza.
Matt emptied his beer, put his arm around Sam's neck and pulled him close. "I, uh, don't go out much. I don't smoke and really don't drink much, plus I work crazy hours, so I don't do this very often. I'm really hoping you aren't gonna run off home."
"Don't intend to." Matt pulled their lips together and held a long deep kiss. Sam sucked in more of the man's scent. "But, I gotta pee."
Matt pointed. "Through the bedroom there." When Sam came out of the bathroom, Matt was shirtless and folding the covers back on the bed. Sam wrapped his arms around him squeezed the big furry pecs. He nibbled on Matt's neck and with his left hand rolled a hard nip between his thumb and forefinger. His right hand worked its way down over the hairy abs and undid the top of Matt's jeans. Matt's dick was hot and hard in the boxer briefs. He slowly ground his butt against Sam's growing crotch.
Sam pushed the tight jeans down over Matt's hard thighs. "I been wanting to do this for weeks." He turned Matt around and pressed his lips against the trembling man. "You're shivering."
"No, I gotta pee myself. Give me a few minutes in the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable. There's a DVD in the player if you want entertainment. I won't be long." Matt kicked off his jeans, let his shorts drop and walked seductively to the bathroom. Sam stripped and piled his clothes on a corner chair. His hard horse cock bounced back and forth as he walked around the bed to find the remote. As he stretched out to get comfortable, he hit the buttons and a movie scene slowly lit up the TV. Two men were working over a beefy, furry third. One was pounding his ass while the other throat-fucked him. Sam rubbed his thumb over his piss slit and felt his own Sticky and wet juice. He was about to stop the movie before it caused him to shoot when Matt came out of the bathroom and slid into the bed next to him.
"What took you so long?"
"I wanted to make sure everything was clean and tidy, so to speak." Matt leaned in to lock lips with the older man. His hand went down to Sam's throbbing cock. "Good grief, I was betting you had a big dick but lord, it's a monster. And wow, what nice big nuts." He dropped down and sucked the right one into his hot mouth. Then dropped it and tongued Sam's sensitive dick head.
"Careful. I haven't been with another man for some time now, don't make me cum just yet."
"Me neither. I haven't really been out long, so I don't have much of a track record. I thought I wanted you to fuck me but that thing is a bit scary."
"Well. There are lots of things we can do to have fun." Sam rolled Matt onto his back and ran his hand over the muscular furry chest. "You have just the right amount of fur. I sorta wondered from the five o'clock shadow."
"Yeah, by morning I'll look like I have a full beard. Actually, I trim everything else. Guys have complained it gets caught in their teeth."
"Really? We'll just have to test that. Sam slid on top of Matt and slowly began sucking alternately on each fat nipple. After a few minutes, Matt was holding Sam's head over the left one. "You like that?"
"No one has worked them quite that intensely. It's incredible. Don't stop."
"Well, I have to see what other trouble I can get into. Wow, that's fat prick."
"Yeah, it's not long but it's fat. Most guys can't get it in their mou....OK, that shoots down that theory. Holy fuck. Don't. Oh shit."
"You OK?"
"Oh yeah, just doing multiplication tables in my head. I didn't want to shoot in the first 20 minutes."
"Oh you won't." Sam spent the next 30 alternating between the man's thick fat cock, and equally fat nuts while working the now swollen nips with his right hand. He had Matt moaning and quivering on the bed as he fine-tuned his body. Matt broke out into a sweat when Sam slid down, lifted his legs and buried his tongue in the squeaky clean pucker.
"Sam. Sir. Please, sir, please fuck me."
"You want to try?"
"Ain't no try about it. That, that, how big is it? That fucker is going up my ass or I die trying."
Sam chuckled as he slowly lubed Matt's eager hole, working and stretching it and adding another finger every couple of minutes. Matt was practically crying when Sam lifted his legs and pressed his dick against the pink prize. Matt pushed out. Sam pushed in slowly, inch by inch.
"It's in. All of it." Matt wrapped his legs tightly around Sam's small waist, threw an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss as Sam began a slow and purposeful fucking of his beefy buddy. Matt only broke the kiss when Sam picked up speed. He playfully twisted Sam's hard nips. "Oh yeah buddy, go for it. That makes my cumming more intense." Sam began slamming Matt's butthole. He felt the man's muscles move with each thrust. Matt begged him to slam him harder as he picked up the intensity. Matt's arms dropped to the sides and flinched with each hit. Sam pushed Matt's legs back until he could almost suck his own dick. The horse cock slammed the swollen puffy hole. "Shit, gotta let go." Sam buried his dick deep into the sweaty man and felt his load fill the thin condom. He collapsed on top of Matt and felt his tongue being sucked deep into Matt's mouth.
As he broke the kiss and pulled back, he laughed as Matt struggled for breath. "Man that was great. But we need to get you off, oh, I guess not. Man you shot a big load."
"That's two. I think I was about to get a third when you got off."
"Let' see what we can do then." He peeled off the condom and squeezed some more lube into his hand. He used both hands to jack their two fat cocks together. In a few minutes, Matt spasmed out a third load as Sam added another to it covering the man's furry torso in more spunk. "Man you are a mess. I need to get you a towel."
"No, let' shower." Matt led Sam back into the small but efficient bathroom to shower, eventually after Sam plowed his ass again in the shower. It was 1 AM when the two tired men crawled back into bed.
"You are going to stay the night aren't you?"
"You asking?" Matt sighed yes. "I'm staying." Matt turned off the light and sighed as Sam wrapped himself against his back. "Man, you feel good."
"I feel like you drove that pickup up my ass. But in a good way."
Matt woke at 7:30 with Sam's hard cock poking him in the butt. They were in almost exactly the same position they had been when they fell asleep. He wiggled around until he could feel the bulbous head pushing into him and slowly pushed back.
"What're you trying to do?"
Matt giggled. "Um trying to get your dick up my ass."
"Like this?" Sam pushed forward and eased his piss hard into the still moist hot hole.
"Oh fuck yeah, do it. Fuck me."
"I'm not wearing a condom."
"I don't care."
Sam pushed Matt forward onto his stomach and slammed him another hot fuck. Just as his balls lifted up he pulled back and shot a load on the small of his back. Then knelt down and licked it up.
They managed to get through the showering without another fuck. Matt headed to the kitchen to fix breakfast as Sam dressed. "Aren't you getting dressed? "
"Eventually." Sam slid his arms around his new buddy and twisted the sensitive nips.
"Thanks. For everything. Going to the game with my brother, and me, pizza, and letting me spend the night. What's on for your day?"
"Well, first, you're welcome. Anytime. I have to go to the dentist today. My 10-year-old son and I both have appointments. You?"
"I'm meeting my realtor at the house on which I am making an offer. We're going to go through it again and I am signing the papers."
"Wow cool, hope it works out. Anything else?"
"That depends. Thanks for the breakfast by the way. You, uh, wouldn't want to do dinner and a movie?"
"I'll pass on the movie." Sam's face dropped. "How 'bout we do dinner and relax?"
"By relax, do you mean fuck?" Matt shook his head sheepishly. "Great, I'll write down my address, how's six?"
"Good. Do I get to maybe you know, return the favour?"
"You mean fuck my daddy ass? Maybe. You gotta find the right trigger. What time is your dentist appointment?"
"Nine. So what's the trigger?"
"I ain't telling you. Think about what we did and see if you can figure it out. Besides, you need to hustle to get your son and get to the dentist. I have to find myself a new dentist and doctor. This one any good?"
"Nah, my ex likes him. I think he's fucking her."
"Ick, ok then. Six o'clock. And don't shave. I like you this way." He hugged Matt and slipped him the tongue before bouncing down the steps to his truck. Last night's warm evening gave way to a cold, rainy October morning. He laughed as he looked up and saw Matt mooning him and spreading his butt. Sam's cock cramped in his jeans.
He had just enough time to run home pull on a clean shirt, grab a heavier jacket and the necessary paperwork and buzz back to his hopefully soon to be home. His realtor was waiting for him.
"Quite a change from yesterday. Well, you'll get to see the house in bad weather. And, if they accept your offer, you should make arrangements for a home inspection. See the guy down the street there. His company does them. They're very good and very reasonable. I can call him and have him bring a card over. I talked to the other realtor and he thinks you have a good shot at getting this place with the offer you want to make. Having a home inspector lined up could speed up the closing." Sam agreed and she called the guy as they let themselves into the house. The guy was going to be tied up for a while at this other empty house so Sam could stop by when they finished.
Sam loved the house even more and made numerous notes on things to do and questions to ask. They were confused by a couple of storage rooms in the basement that had been painted. Didn't seem much good for anything. Sam signed the paper, took a deep breath and watched his realtor drive away with his future in her hands. He walked the couple of blocks to the other house for sale on the street. His house was way better. He heard a voice call be there in a minute when he rang the bell. A forty-something man with buzzed hair and trim athletic build opened the door.
"Hey, I'm Chip. You Sam? Nice to meet ya. So you put in an offer, eh? Well, it's a great house. I was in it a few weeks ago. The couple who wanted to buy it before you couldn't swing the mortgage. Lucky for you. I already have a ton of info on it so putting together a report shouldn't be a problem."
"Wow, this is my lucky day." Sam watched the tight round butt walk back toward the kitchen.
"Yeah that place is much nicer than this. Lots of updating here to major stuff. That place just needs a lot of cosmetic shit. Please get rid of the wallpaper and all those nasty 80's colours."
"I intend to. Plus it has that huge area downstairs for entertaining. Not sure about those two smaller rooms that were repainted white."
"Oh, those? One was a storage room. They had lots of crap and the other was a dungeon." Sam's eyes widened. "The former owners were two gay guys. One got transferred to Chicago. I spent a lot of time in that sling."
"Hmm, really?"
"Sure. Now why do you think a lesbian realtor refers people to me? I do the best home inspection in town. And I give great blowjobs."
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