Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2021 13:41:41 +0100 From: Hm Gf Subject: Recycling Station (gay, adult friends) Three years ago my wife died from ovarian cancer leaving me with a fifteen year old daughter. My wife was diagnosed quite late so there were only a few months from the doctor's message to her death. As a widower at forty-two, I was not ready to spend the rest of my life alone, so I dated quite a few women but nothing really clicked. I have always been athletic and have kept my five-foot, eleven inch, one eighty pound body in muscular shape so I was still an ok commodity on the meat market. I had had some sexual experiences with boys when I was in high school mostly limited to circle jerk sessions and now that I was free, I pursued some casual hook-ups and bromances with men. The freedom of hot sex with no strings attached was very alluring and it became a life style. I never did find any man I wanted to have more than a casual relationship with, so I figured that was the name of the game and learned not to expect more. My daughter and I stayed in our house until last month when she moved away to attend college. I didn't need a house anymore and it made sense to move to a smaller townhouse. It needed some updating and I was doing most of the renovating myself which meant that I had been a regular at our local recycling station almost everyday. I had to sort quite a bit of the wood, insulation, tiles, etc at the recycling station and the crew there was very helpful showing me where to discard things. During the first two days, there were three older men there and none of them was particularly attractive. On the third day, a new guy appeared on the scene and he peeked my attention. He was about forty years old, six foot two inches and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds---all pure muscle. He had shaggy shoulder length hair and a close-cropped beard. He usually wore only a neon green safety vest with no shirt underneath highlighting his strong pecs and biceps which were coated with a thick layer of black fur. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans stretched over his thick and solid thighs and best of all, the jeans highlighted a big package protruding between his legs. Even though I knew where to discard old building materials, I would seek him out and ask for help. He was very reserved, not particularly friendly but had a sexy deep voice and I heard his coworkers call him Jorg. For some ceramic tiles I had to throw away, he had led me over to a particular container and as I followed him, I concentrated on his fine, beefy ass that stretched his jeans. Just being near him gave me a chubby and I had even jacked off in the car on the way home from the recycling center thinking about him. One Friday evening, I headed out for the recycling station just before closing time and when I reached I noted that Jorg was the only staff there. There were about five other trucks unloading things, but by the time I was finished, we were the only two left. On the way back to my car, I saw him sitting in a swivel chair in the small office with his big, muscular arms behind his head showing off his furry pits and I immediately sprouted a chubby. I stood at the office door and said, "so it's quitting time, huh?" "Yeah, he said, it's been a long week, I have the next two days off and I'm looking forward to a hot shower and a cold beer." "I have a couple of cold beers in the car if you're game," I said. "Sounds great, let me just lock the gate so there are no stragglers coming in the lot." I grabbed the beers and went back to the office and sat on a small sofa across from him. The office was a typical mascuine domain strewn with calendars with naked women and it smelt of sweat and stale cigarettes. The atmosphere enhanced being so close to another man in a sall space. We took long chugs of beer and he asked me if I was remodelling or something since he had seen me here every day since he started. I told him about moving to a townhouse and the changes I was making. He told me that he had just moved to the area and got this job. He had deep brown eyes that I couldn't avoid looking into and my breathing became heavier just being near this hunky man. He was still quite reserved, but much friendlier over a beer. He wasn't very good at small talk, but tried by asking if my wife was happy to move to a smaller place and I told him about my wife's cancer and being a widower. He seemed open up more and after a while he confided that he had actually just got out of prison two months ago and relocated to the area to get away from his past. He didn't know anyone in the area and most people were wary of him when they learned he had been in prison. "So, you get a lot of pussy from the divorced moms around here?" he asked. I told him I got a little now and again and that I was pretty open when it came to sex. The neon green safety vest was open and he started to rub his abdomen with his hand and said, "Yea, I haven't had any real pussy in 4 years, just my right hand and whatever else comes up." I looked at his bulge which was now growing in the tight jeans. I looked up into his eyes and could see that he had caught me looking. He just nodded his head slowly up and down and rubbed the beer bottle over his crotch suggestively. I did not need anymore encouragement so I got down on my knees and made my way over to his lap, massaged his bulge with my hand and then leaned in and licked and chewed on his bulge. He leaned back and stroked his hairy, muscular chest. I looked up, got locked into his brown eyes and he just nodded his head up and down slowly and a crooked grin formed on his face. I took this as a "get on with it" and unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. He was going commando so his big, thick veiny cock was draped, semi-stiff over his abdomen and his full, low-hanging balls were framed between his legs. I licked his sac, enjoying the tangy taste of his ball sweat. I took my time and gently teabagged each of his balls and finally raising them up with my hand to lick his taint. He gasped at the touch of my warm tongue and threw his head back with a sigh. I took my shirt and pants off and stroked my own cock while I licked and tickled his taint and moved down to find his hole nestled in a forest of black hair. The taste of his sweaty crack and hole were making my cock twitch and I stroked myself gently. My tongue reached the entrance to his hole and I licked and kissed it slowly and I started darting my tongue in and out of his hot hole. He was moaning softly saying "fuck yea, fuck yea, fuck yea, eat my fucking ass." I moved his ass cheeks up to get more access to his fine hole. It was sweaty from a long day's work and tasted of man, but was overall clean. I was fingering my own hole at the same time and it was twitching for cock. I licked my up over his balls and along the shaft of his thick, uncut cock until I reached the tip. I peeled the foreskin back with my lips and sucked his entire cock into my mouth and down into my throat. "Fuck yea, Fuck yea," he moaned and I started to give him a slow, but forceful blow job. I reached up and ran my hands over his furry, muscular pecs and tweaked his firm nipples. My own cock was now leaking precum on the floor. I licked my way up his abdomen and suckled and chewed on his nipples. His arms were behind his head providing me full access to his hairy, sweaty pits. I buried my face in his right pit, savouring the smell and taste of his pure masculine sweat. When I had cleaned it completely, I moved on to his left pit, the scent was driving my own cock wild and my own fingers on my hole had me squirming and moaning. He bent his head down and gave me a long, hard tongue kiss. Fuck, I had died and gone to heaven. He pulled me up on his lap facing him and rubbed his hands over my chest, abdomen and then grabbed my ass cheeks roughly. He fingered my crack, found my hole and finger fucked me with his thick middle finger. "Fuck," I moaned and bucked up on down on his finger. He added another finger and then another until I was riding three fingers all the way down to his hand. At the same time, we were tongue kissing and trading spit. My cock was throbbing and dripping precum on his abdomen. He collected some precum on his fingers and fed it to me, took a mouthful of it himself and fed it to me in a deep tongue kiss. He rubbed his hard cock up and down my crack and my hole was aching to be penetrated. He teased my hole until I thought I would scream. He lubed his cock with spit and placed it on my hole. I pushed myself down on his cock easing his pulsing cock easily through my ring. "Fuck, a hot, tight hole," he exclaimed. I started riding up and down his cock with a feeling that I never wanted to stop being fucked by this man. I reached around and grabbed his balls in one hand just to feel the source of his manliness. He grabbed me by my sides and started pushing me up and down on his cock. He was fucking me like a piston and I could feel his strong cock ripping deeper into my bowels with each stroke. My head was bobbing up, down and around and I was in a trance of pleasure. His cock was reaching unknown territory inside me and the stimulation was driving me wild. I was moaning, groaning, chanting, "fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder," like a cheap whore. He was grunting and growling like a wild animal and he was able to fuck me harder and faster than I have ever been before. My whole body was shaking involuntarily as if I was having a seizure and my own cock was red, swollen and throbbing. I thought I was going to cum without even touching it. His body was forcefully fucking me and at the same time shaking. He reached down and started stroking my cock. Soon the chair we were in started shaking and rumbling like there was an earthquake and then with a great lunge, his body pressed forward and I felt him shoot his load deep into my bowels. It caused me to shoot my own load all over his beard and chest. Both of us continued to rock back and forth until the orgasm was completely subsided. Although we were both totally drained and lay on the chair like two used washcloths, his cock was still semi-hard and in my ass and that felt great. I stretched my neck up to lick my own cum off his beard and we swapped it in a sperm kiss. We stayed in the chair for quite a while longer enjoying that after-orgasm feeling one gets after great sex..... 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