Got a New Hobby Now - Sex Stories

Got a New Hobby Now

I've had a pretty normal life. I'm 45 years old, I have a decent job, and basically don't have much to trouble me. I'm married with three k**s. You know the drill. Just your basic guy that likes relaxing at home and thinking about pussy all the time. When that isn't possible, there's nothing I like better than spending time with my '69 GTO when I get the chance. I've had it for six years now, a nicely restored car I found that had the original 400 Ram Air and the 4-speed. It's an old school muscle car that is fun to work on. Nothing at all like today's cars. So here I was on a Saturday morning out in my garage, got my radio playing oldies for inspiration, and I'm laying under the car happy in my own world. I detect a change in the shadows in the garage and know someone is there. Well, it can't be anyone in my f****y since they left for Ohio this morning to visit my in-laws. I scoot out on the creeper I'm laying on and try to see who is here. Looking up, I see it's that new k** from the house two down that just moved in. I'd seen him out in their yard as they were unloading the U-haul. Looked to be about 16, tall, skinny, and definitely not your sports type. He was wearing those parachute shorts and a tee shirt with some random phrase on it. Smiling up at him, I introduced myself. He shuffled his feet a bit and said, "My name's Randy. Hey, I saw your car from over there and wondered if it ran. It looks pretty old." Assuring him it indeed ran, likely better and faster than my ...

... Toyota Camry in the driveway, I began to school him in the muscle car era. As he walked around the car, looking inside the car and running his hand down the fender as I talked, his eyes glazed over pretty quick and I knew I'd lost him with the talk of quarter miles, ETs, drag strips and boulevard racing. That's k**s for you. As I talked, my eyes were roving over his frame and I could see that he had the look of a lonely and bored k** who was out of his comfort zone just talking to a stranger. My neck getting weary from craning up in my laid out position, I laid back flat and invited him to help me with the job I was doing, which was finishing up a tailpipe and muffler replacement. As soon as I offered the activity, he lit up as if he truly wanted to be in my presence being useful to someone. Sliding my upper body back under the car, I began calling out my needs to Randy. I asked for a ratchet and he handed it down. After the second request, I noted a delayed response in his action. Wondering why, I lifted my head as much as possible and could see his legs and feet frozen in place. It seemed as though he was staring at something. Looking closer, I then realized that Randy had a prime view of my cock head poking through a hole in the coveralls I was wearing. I've had these coveralls for years and basically ruined them with all the projects I'd done, and sure enough, one of the holes aligned with the truth that I didn't wear underwear today. Noting Randy's interest in viewing my ...