Straight Country Stud Turns Ch. 03

Ted Miller woke up with a hard dick and dry mouth. He grabbed his phone and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, cock hanging out of his boxers. As he passed by the couch, he saw Toq (pronounced 'toke') there, passed out on his back, abs exposed, something spilled all over his shirt.

"Damn youth, it's fucking wasted on the young," Ted said aloud, to nobody in particular.It's been thirty years since I was that young.He grabbed a banana, his water, and a couple of pills he took daily. Washing down the pills while he walked, he approached the mess of a man on the sofa. He could see clearly now the cum stains on Toq's shirt. Toq's half hard cock was hanging out of the leg of the old shorts he'd borrowed from Beau to sleep in. Ted's dick twitched at the site.

Jesus, Ted, just go back to bed,he thought to himself.

So he did. But his raging dick wouldn't let him sleep. He pulled out his phone and surfed around a bit before finding something tantalizing enough to turn him on even more. It didn't take much. Pulling out a bottle of lube from his nightstand, Ted started stroking his hard, mushroom headed cock. Soon his mind wondered to the man in his living room wondering if he had a drunken wank last night, a wet dream, or something else. He started to fantasize about rubbing his cock against Toq's and a moan escaped his lips.

Toq awoke with a start, taking a couple minutes to fully register where he even was.Aw, shit.Toq thought.I gotta get home.

Then he heard the moaning and porn through the thin trailer wall. He smiled to himself and wondered if ol' Ted even knew he was there. The moaning increased a bit and he heard the unmistakably wet sound of a man jerking off with lube. Toq's cock stiffened and he guiltily looked down at himself. He felt weird about being turned on by Mr. Miller.

He stood up and quietly started gathering the few things he'd brought in last night.

The sounds in the next room stopped.

Toq froze. He didn't realize it, but he was holding his breath. The silence continued.

He exhaled and started gathering up his things again and went to the kitchen for a glass of water, his half hard dick still poking out of the leg of his shorts.

Ted walked out in an old pair of knee length basketball shorts, his thick four and half inch long cock making a tent in the front.

"Oh! Look who's here. Must have been a late one."

Toq glanced down at Ted's bulging shorts and then up his torso, noticing his broad chest and its mat of thick wiry gray hair, then finally making eye contact. His suspicions of what was happening in Mr. Miller's bedroom now confirmed, Toq tried to be casual.

"Yessir, had a few too many. Cindy and I are taking a break and Beau offered to take me out for a, uh, um, distracting night," Toq said working way too hard to maintain eye contact.

"Heartbreak will fuck you up, kiddo. Glad you could find some comfort in being distracted," Ted said, before taking a breath. "Hey, I don't mean to be awkward, but I'm sorry if you heard me having some, uh, personal time. I, uh, didn't know you were here."

"Oh! What? Yeah, I didn't notice at all, but hey, every guy does it. No big deal."

"Aw, thanks, bud. Actually, looks like you maybe had some fun yourself last night," Ted said, gesturing to Toq's cum stained shirt.

Toq was confused but then he looked down at his shirt. His face reddened. His brain raced and flashes of memory pulsed in his head. Steamed up windows. Grunting. Beau's hand pushing him. Cock in the back of his throat. Cum shooting on his tongue. His own orgasm. The mess on his shirt.

"Toq. Hellooo. You ok?" Ted asked.

Toq looked up startled. His mouth hung open but he couldn't find any words.

"You sort of spaced out there, man. Whatever that was, seems exciting. Maybe you should have another wank, huh?" Ted looked down at the obvious erection forming and peaking out of Toq's shorts and then back up and right into his eyes. "You know, when I was a younger man, I'd jerk off with my friends. Sometimes we just had to, there wasn't enough privacy. I'd be up for it if you are, no pressure."

Again, Toq couldn't speak. He looked at the time. He definitely had time before work. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted this. But, what would Beau think? Beau could never know. Beau would never know. He would never know. Ted's voice shook him from his train of thought. He looked up to see Ted was sitting on the sofa.

"Come on over...have a seat," Ted said, patting the seat next to him.

"Ok, Ted," Toq stammered.

"Today, let's make it Mr. Miller," Ted said in a gruff voice. "You can leave if you want. Just get the fuck out and we'll act like nothin' ever happened."

Toq changed his mind and walked to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at Ted who had pulled his shorts down. He took in his muscled, hairy chest, and then his short fat cock with a mushroom head. Toq's mouth watered and his lips parted.

Releasing the doorknob, he turned back to Ted, "Nah. It's cool, Mr. Miller. I want to." He approached the couch and stood near Ted. Dropping his shorts, his big dick sprang up right in Mr. Miller's line if sight.

"Goddamn, kid, look at that big cock."

Toq smiled as he sat down and started stroking up and down the length of his cock. Ted turned and reached under the shelf on the end table, pulling out a bottle of lube, offering it up.

Soon, both men were stroking in rhythm with one another other. No pretense, no porn, just two men having a good time.

Ted kept things going with words, while Toq jerked and massaged himself, taking in the sight, the seediness of all that was happening. It felt forbidden. That turned him on.

"Jack that fuckin' cock, man. Stroke that big hog, fuck yeah," Ted encouraged.

Toq moaned and eyed Ted's body. "Jesus, Ted, this is so fuckin' hot. You just, you look so strong."

Ted reached over with his lubed hand and grabbed Toq quickly by the chin. "When we're jerking, its Mr. Miller," he said firmly.

"Oh. Sorry, Mr. Miller," Toq replied.

"It's alright, boy, you'll get the hang of it. Now stroke that cock from top to bottom, real slow. Up, up, up, stop. Pinch the tip a little. Take a breath. Now down, down, down. Hold and press in on your groin, boy. Squeeze it tight and look at your skin stretch. Now, hold your breath while I count to five."

Toq was losing it. As he held his breath, his eyes shifted from his swollen dick to Mr. Miller's mushroom cock. Back and forth he looked.

"three...four...five...now breathe and stroke up again."

Toq exhaled.

"Now, hold it at the top. Hold it."

Toq instinctively started his down stroke.

Ted reached over and grabbed Toq's wrist. "I said to fuckin' hold it. I'm making it good for you, boy, you should trust me and thank me."

"Thank you, Th...Thank you, Mr. Miller."

Toq couldn't believe this was happening.

"You just gotta give in to the passion, kid. Let your brain empty out, like, like you're meditatin', alright? Now again. Down, down, down, down. Press and squeeze and hold your breath while I count to six this time..."

Toq let his mind empty and followed Ted's instructions. He was asked to hold his breath for longer and to slow the strokes down for a while. Eventually, Ted made him let go of his throbbing dick and imagine the feeling as he said, "down, down, down" and "up, up, up." It felt like he was still stroking. He was delirious and overcome with bliss. Occasionally, Ted would reach over and stroke his chest, or give his nipples a gentle pinch, but mostly it was Ted's voice giving him manly, soothing instruction.

"Eighteen...nineteen...twenty, now breathe," Ted encouraged.

"Oh, Mr. Miller, my cock feels so good, I feel so good, so, so right, so hot, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Toq was panting, half unconscious in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah it does, man. Surrender to the pleasure. Relish it. If you want, I can touch you a bit and make it even better. It's up to you," Ted said in the calmest voice he'd used yet.

"I want more, wanna feel so good, Mr. Miller, do it," Toq gasped.

"Stroke up and down quickly twelve times, bud, then hold tight at the bottom and hold your breath until I say so."

Toq got started on the task as Ted continued, "Ever had anything up your ass?"

"Uh, No," Toq lied as started holding his breath.

Ted smiled and stuck two fingers in his mouth, "Now breathe again, boy, and pull your legs back. Just trust me."

"Yeah, Mr. Miller, Oh my god I'm so horny."

Ted pressed his two fingers gently against Toq's opening and slipped right in.The fuck he hasn't had anything up here.His long rough fingers eased into Toq's ass, searching until they found his found his prostate.

Toq's panting breaths and grunts were interupted by Ted's gruff side, "Let go of your fuckin' cock. Now. Take your hand and press against your lower stomach. Let the side of your hand touch the top edge of your dick and push down on your groin gently,"

"Yeah, Mr. Miller, feels so good," Toq grunted out.

"Just lean back and breath shallow breaths."

As Ted spoke, cum started to ooze from the tip of Toq's engorged cock, running down the length of it and over his balls. Ted welcomed the extra lube.

Toq felt like he. was having one continuous orgasm; in all his life he'd never felt anything like this. Ted started a teasing prostate massage, a mix of pulses and circles. He was playing with Toq's pleasure button like it was a violin and he was virtuoso. Toq felt wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him. They were getting closer together, like when he would stroke his cock faster; he wasn't even holding his cock, let alone stroking it. He started to groan, then growl. The sounds Toq was making were animalistic and Ted loved every minute of it.

"Fuck yeah, man, give in to the pleasure," he growled. He started stroking his cock in rhythm with the finger fucking he was giving the hot young buck on his couch. Toq started to writhe in pleasure against his hand, fucking his ass back against the delicious pressure, while calling out random shouts and grunts of pleasure. Toq was crying, weeping, as the waves washed over him, his dick now covered in white sticky cum.

Toq finally arched his back and cried out, "Oh god, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, fucking, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck!!!!" As his whole body tensed, two long ropes of cum shot out in succession, landing on his chest. His dick pulsed at least eight more times as more cum oozed out and onto his groin.

Ted Miller took it all in as he slowly removed his fingers and stood up over Toq's now relaxing body. With six quick strokes of his own cock, he shot his cum down onto the tight abs below him.

"That's a good boy, Toq. Very good. I reckon I know what the fuck I'm doing. You want more, you just ask, kid."

"Ok, Mr. Miller. I don't, I think, um, I. That was. Nice," Toq sighed.

"Go get you a shower, you probably got work today."

Toq's eyes shot open like he'd woken from a very good dream.Fuck.He rushed to the bathroom and through the shower. When he emerged in half an hour, dressed and ready for work, Ted Miller was watching some dumbass news show on basic cable, paying him no attention at all.

"Uh, gotta go to work. Thanks again, Mr. Miller."

Ted laughed, "You have a good day at work. And just call me Ted. How many times do I have to tell ya?"

Toq just shrugged and headed out the door. He felt absolutely euphoric after that.

Ted Miller was last person he'd expected to be some sort of masturbation shaman.