Chapter 3

The morning sun hadn’t fully burned off the dew when Tammy slipped out the back gate. Her thighs were still slick with his cum, her mouth swollen from hours of swallowing his load, her pussy stretched and sore from the night’s relentless pounding.

Dave watched her disappear down the street, then dragged himself to the backyard. At sixty-five, corporate restructuring had forced him into retirement, but his body refused to slow down.

His libido was a furnace, his joints loose, his stamina untouched by age. He stripped to his trunks, slathered sunscreen on his balding scalp and chest, and collapsed onto the lounger.

The heat baked into his skin. He closed his eyes and drifted into a heavy, sweat-slicked nap.

A sharp voice cut through the haze. “Hey! Mister! You awake?”

Dave cracked an eye open. Over the wooden fence, a girl with dark brown hair and a tight tank top was waving. Beside her stood a lanky guy in a faded band tee. Both were clearly high school-aged, 17 at least, Tammy’s classmates.

“Gate’s unlocked,” Dave called, sitting up.

They stepped into the yard. The girl introduced herself as Audra. The guy was Jerry. Dave reached into a cooler on the patio, tossed in the cold sodas, and pointed to the chairs. They drank, made small talk about school, teachers, and the summer heat. Then Audra leaned forward, eyes bright, voice dropping.

“Tammy won’t shut up about you. She says you’re insatiable. I want to know everything. How does it feel? What’s he like in bed?”

Jerry snorted, cracking his soda. “She also said he’s packing nine inches. Thick as a damn kielbasa. I call bullshit.”

Dave smiled slowly. He set his drink down. “Bullshit, eh? I’ll give you proof. But I’m gonna want something from you in return.”

He stood, hooked his thumbs into his swim trunks, and pushed them down. His cock sprang free. It wasn’t nine inches. It was closer to seven and a half, but the girth was undeniable, thick, heavily veined, the head broad and dark, already half-hard from the heat and the memory of Tammy.

Audra’s eyes widened. She leaned in, lips parting, ready to take him.

Dave’s hand shot out, grabbing Jerry by the hair. He yanked the boy forward, forcing him to his knees. He pressed the broad, slick head of his cock against Jerry’s lips.

“He’s not gay,” Audra protested, shifting in her seat.

Dave laughed, a low, rough sound. “Neither am I. But a mouth’s a mouth. All the same.”

He didn’t wait for permission. He pushed forward, breaching Jerry’s lips, sliding past his teeth. Jerry gagged, eyes wide, hands flying up, but Dave’s grip on his hair held him firm.