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Chapter One

 

A couple of years ago I won the lottery. The jackpot was 100 million, but unfortunately, five of us had the winning numbers. After taxes we ended up with about 15 million apiece. My master plan was to not have to work unless I wanted to so I watched every penny after I got myself set up. I bought my place, fifty acres of heavily forested Texas hill counrty land, and cleared about an acre in the middle for my house. I know you think when you win the lottery, you'll have a mansion and all that crap, but that's not me. I had a modest house of about 1500 square feet, three bedrooms and two baths; built to look like it's an old cabin. I had porches on both front and back, and I was pretty much self-sufficient. Out here the grid power ain't all that reliable so ,I have a 500-gallon propane tank to run my Generac, and during the summer the solar array runs most things. I also had a deep well going into the aquifer and my septic was designed like a miniature version of a waste treatment plant. On part of my cleared land I had a garden with all kind of vegetables and in the cellar I had enough canned food to last through several winters. The turn off the paved road just looks like some old logging road and only leads about 15 feet to what appears to be a rusty old gate. Now, the gate is a little deceptive and if you look really hard you might see the electronic actuator hidden behind the bushes; it operates with my remote control in the truck or from the control center in the house. That's enough about that though, don't want to give away all my secrets.

Today, I'm sitting here on the porch waiting on a gasfitter to come. It's hot and you can see the sweat glistening through the hair on my arms. I just have a tank top and jeans on, I reach up to scratch my head and get just a small hint of musk, so I turn my nose into toward my pit for more. Mmmm...just the right blend of fading Old Spice Swagger deodorant and my natural musk. Shit! I'm starting to chub up when my cell phone rings. I recognize the incoming number and hit the button. It's the guy from the gas company.

"Hello, this is Jackie'" I say.

"Hey Jackie, this is Luis from Strickland Propane, how do I get in?" he answers.

I put him on speaker, open the app and punch in the code. I can hear the gate opening through the phone.

"I'm on the front porch" I say, "I'll be waiting for you."

A little background for y'all while we wait; I've only had one close friend since elementary school. Wayne and me have been friends since 2003, we met in 5^th grade. We figured out we didn't like girls together. While most of the other boys were getting little stiffies thinking of the little girls, we both got stiffies from crotch-watching those other little boys who were chubbed up thinking about those little girls. He'd come over to my house to spend the night and we'd watch movies and shows where there were plenty of bare-chested men to look at. The first time anything happened between us was one night after we had watched one of those gay coming of age movies on late night tv. Not much happened that night, but we did sit beside each other on the couch and jack off together. Wayne kept giving me the side-eye while we were beating off, see, mine was uncut cock like his. Most of the other boys in our gym class were cut except for the Latinos.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you" he joked, grabbing my rod and skinning it back.

We only managed to last about 5 minutes before we both came, me with my one stream of thin clear fluid and him with only a couple of drops. That's all it took for us to be hooked. We played around with each other and got our rocks off but me and Wayne were not romantically compatible so we just remained fuck buddies.

Anyway, back to the main story. Just thinking back on all that my peter had gone hard as a 10-penny nail. The gasfitter Luis pulled up to the house and killed the engine then climbed the steps onto the porch. He was dripping sweat from his face.

"Sorry man, AC's broke in the truck" he said as he wiped his sweat away on the sleeve of his blue uniform shirt. "Damn, I smell like a buffalo."

"It's all good," I said, "wanna beer?"

"Well, normally I'd have to turn you down but you're my last stop for the day, so..."

"Corona or Dos Equis?" I asked.

"Don't matter," he said. I threw him a Dos Equis.

"Ice cold" he said "perfect! So you got this whole spread to yourself? Seems lonely."

"Yeah. Sometimes it does feel that way" I replied.

"How's it that a good looking guy like you are alone? I would think the ladies would be fighting over you."

"Not much of a ladies man" I said giving him a raised eyebrow. I couldn't help but feel like he knew more about me than he should.

"Oh yeah? ... Oh... You... Oh!" he stuttered with a small smile spreading across his face. "I...uh...me too."

"Well, that's a bonus, but are you just here to drink my beer or run my stove line?" I said in my best smartass voice.

"Why not both!" he said pulling down about half the bottle in one long gulp.

"Show me your kitchen and show me the feed pipe" he said.

"I'd love for you to work on my feed pipe" I laughed. I couldn't help but notice what looked like a nice lump in his jeans.

"Work first, then we'll discuss other things" he said.

About an hour later the stove was connected. I asked Luis if he had plans for dinner, he didn't. He said he lived alone too and nobody was waiting on him. I decided to try out my new stove and cook us some dinner.

"Hey Luis, grab that cooler off the porch and bring us a beer!"

"I'm on it!" he said.

I made burgers and fries to go with our beer as we sat and got to know each other.

I found out he was a 3^rd generation American. His grandparents immigrated to the US in the 40s. He was originally from San Antonio but moved north for work. He was the fifth in his family with two sisters and two brothers who were older than him, and two younger brothers. I told him about my boring childhood. I was just me and two older siblings, my sister Deena was the oldest and then my brother Travis, then me. When my friend Wayne and me figured out we didn't like girls, my siblings figured out they were embarrassed by me and didn't want anything else to do with me. He shook his head sympathetically.

"My family is a mixed bag" he said "My oldest brother Emilio and my other older brother next to me, Arturo, they are no longer family to me. I still see my sisters Juanita and Juliana, and truth be known, I think maybe Marco and Felipe might possibly be like me" he kind of trailed off into silence. A few minutes later he said "Confession time, man."

"What do you have to confess?" I asked.

"When you called the office, my boss was talking with a friend of ours who recognized your name" he said, " he asked Mr. Strickland specifically to send me here. He said he thought I might be just what you needed."

"Wayne" I said.

"Yeah, he stopped me on the way to the truck and said for me to tell you `I know what you like'."

I smiled, looked Luis up and down, and replied "Yes, he does."

Luis reached over and took my hand in his and rubbed his thumb gently back and forth across the top of my hand. He leaned in for a kiss and I could smell him, a mix of beer, faded deodorant and the most dick hardening musk I'd ever encountered. I turned my face up for the kiss and... my phone rang. Wayne's number showed on the caller ID.

"Great timing!" I snapped.

"You're welcome!" he said.

"Look, I've got to go. I'll deal with you later. Bye" I hung up. The phone immediately rang again. I just clicked it onto silent mode.

"Luis, its very late. If you want, you can stay over" I said "no need in getting a DUI."

"What kind of boy do you think I am?" he said, grinning.

"Well" I said, "this is a three bedroom house. You can just be my platonic guest."

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked.

"You want a shower or would you rather get more smelly?" I asked as I unbuttoned his shirt buttons.

"I think you will find we are very compatible, I like musk too" he replied.

By the time I pulled his shirt off his perfume was overwhelming, my favorite blend, a mix of nearly gone Old Spice Swagger deodorant and spicy latino funk. I popped the snap on his work chinos and slowly pulled the zipper down. Boxers. The old man white ones with the snap on the fly. I giggled. I was so turned on I was shaking all over. He pulled my damp tank off me and threw in on the chair, then unbuttoned my 501s one button at a time with my cock getting harder with every button he loosened. He stepped out of his chinos and kicked them to the side and I wasted no time shimmying his boxers to his ankles freeing what was a beautiful reddish brown cock. It was a normal length, about 6 inches, but it was pretty damn thick; I'd estimate near the diameter of a red bull can. Well, I might be exaggerating, but not that much, and I thanked Wayne and I checked out the little nozzle of foreskin forming a point about an inch longer the ending of the head. By now, he had my jeans down. I was commando so not much work for him. My peter is a little longer than his, probably about 6.5 inches but not as thick.

I stick my index finger in his nozzle and pull it out and take a whiff... heavenly.

"Are you one of those guys who's only a bottom or top?" he asks.

I shook my head no, "Very versatile" I say.

"Awesome! Thank you, Wayne!"

"You can say that again!"

It was getting close to midnight and Luis said "I hate to cut this short, but I'll have to get up in a few hours to make it back to my place for a clean uniform".

"Don't worry about that, I'll wash your clothes for you after I suck your balls dry" I say.

I pushed him on his back and sucked his left nut into my mouth with just enough vacuum to make it pop as I released it, then did the same to the right one. I went lower and ran the flat of my tongue from just above his hole all the way past his sack and up the bottom of his cock. When I got to the nozzle, I tried to push my tongue into it as I watched him gripping the sheet.

"Has it been a long time?" I asked.

"Too long" he replied, pushing my head down, impaling me. I started bobbing on his cock while stroking mine at the same tempo until he shifted around and skinned my dick tight and went down on it.

We sucked each other for a good 15 minutes matching every move the other made. My balls were drawn up so tight I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I wet my bird finger in the pool of saliva at the base of his cock and began slowly applying pressure to his back door. I could feel him trembling. I bobbed a couple more times then just as I was going down, I jammed my finger in his ass, and when I did, I thought I was going to drown. Wow! It's been ages since I've swallowed that much cum. It must have been 10 shots. The taste of him sent me over the edge and I was so far down his throat I was sure I was filling his stomach. As I was coming down, I leisurely milked his cock trying to get the last drops out of it.

I turned around and kissed him as he was falling asleep from pure exhaustion, then grabbed our clothes and headed for the laundry room.

Things were definitely looking up.

Lambodara 08/05/2020

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