A Close Encounter Of The Best Kind

A moment, that's all it took. He was shopping for some plumbing and I was shopping for some garden supplies and I ran into his cart and we stopped and talked. Saturday morning at Lowes. I saw him, in my mind's eye, as someone who could, or would, like to make out. He saw me, in his mind's eye, as someone who would like to make out.

We talked and shared stories about house maintenance and what a pain in the ass it was. He told me straight up that he wasn't a plumber, but he had watched the video on You Tube and was willing to give it a try before calling the plumber. I told him that I was an experienced house guy and I had the right tool for the job and with his permission I would gladly come over to fix his plumbing issue.

Agreed on the place and the time, I showed him the right tool to buy, and I took my garden supplies to home for my wife and at the appointed time told my wife I was going to help a friend with his plumbing (I don't think she would ever get the double meaning there). I got to his house, a townhouse really. He let me in, he had the tool ready, the stuff under his sink cleaned out, he must have spent a few minutes polishing up down there because it was very clean. I got my trusty stadium cushion out of the car, and pulled my tshirt out of my pants and laid down on the cushion under the sink to get his leak fixed.

I came up for air, at my age those positions get old fast, he was standing right there, in front of me, so I grabbed onto his dick in his jeans and kissed his zipper. He did not complain. After I got the leak fixed and we tested it I told him I was over heated and he suggested a dip a cold shower to cool me down (again my wife would have missed the double meaning). We got undressed, down to nothing and I admired his cock, held it between my thumb and my index finger, and bent down and kissed it. In the shower we lathered each other, spending time lathering each other's cocks. A quick kiss on the lips and a grab of the ass, I leaned against the wall of the shower and he lathered and cleaned my ass.

He turned down the bed, and we got on it, started kissing and caressing, touching skin to skin, got our cocks together and played a little sword fight with them, and then got to kissing the way men do when they are about to get serious. We kissed, and I sucked his dick for him, the old fashioned way, enough to get him really hard but not so much that he would cum. I needed him to be ready, I turned and presented him with my ass, he took the cue and climbed on my back and hugged me tight while he slipped his cock right in me. A lot of stroking it in and out, some talking, some moaning, until he was ready to finish and I felt him tighten up and then release his tension in me. Oh what a fuck. It was a great fuck.

I sucked him clean, I like to do that, a special treat for man that just came in me. I laid on his bed and he looked satisfied. We knew the drill, he got his hand on my cock and started working it, kissing it and sucking it hard running his tongue up and down the back of the my shaft. Some fingering between my legs and he had me where he wanted me, and I came for him, he tried to catch some with his mouth, but resorted to licking it off his hand instead.

And that in a nutshell is why I go to Lowes in the morning. Men are there, men who want to talk, and some want to make out. And the times I have met a man at Lowes has always been good luck. Middle aged, looking to figure out how to fix something so their wives will get off their back. It pays to be a handyman. Handy, get it? My wife would never get the double meaning. It goes right over her head.