Garage Scene Revisited, Redone

What if Lester hadn’t sent Col Colonel away?
A/N-I really wished this scene had gone a different way, but then I guess that might have circumvented the whole 'Lester-being-obsessed-with-Angela-thing' - Also, I am such a huge fan of Kevin Spacey, and i hope those pesky rumors are true true true! Wouldn't it be so hot!?
Disclaimer- uh...this is basically porn between two characters i don't own. I just kidnapped them and stole their likenesses and put them in this sick ass fic. No infringement intended. No profit made. No harm done. Yes?
That said, enjoy

8incal


Lester couldn’t have predicted this. Yeah, his family had fallen apart. His wife was seeing that bastard real estate mogul; his daughter had become estranged and deliberately seemed to be spending time away from home – away from him. And he’d started smoking weed again, buying it from the kid across the street. Strange? Yeah. Could things get weirder? Most cenly.nly.

The man standing in the rain had initially startled him, peering through the window and looking stalker-like. He was visibly shaken, drenched, unsettled. Lester was sort of fucked up, but he wasn’t that bad. Not nearly as bad as Colonel Frank Fitts.
After having opened the garage door and tugging the guy inside, Lester murmured something about going up to get Ricky, but Frank hadn’t seemed to care about that. So then, he casually mentioned how his wife was most likely off fucking some other guy before really having a good look at the Colonel.

“Dude, you’re shaking…”
Frank’s eyes drifted shut, and he didn’t reply…just stood there, looking pitiful and wispy.
Lester had put his hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Listen, we really should get you out of these clothes.”
“Yes…” Frank’s voice had become weak and quiet. Then, he opened his eyes again as they began to fill with water.
“It’s okay…” Lester felt concerned, the pale man in front of him looked so cold but felt so warm.
“I…” Frank’s voice was almost non-existent, a hoarse whisper.
“Just tell me what you need.” Lester murmured, leaning in closer.

To say the kiss had startled him would be an understatement. It had shaken him to his very core – especially coming from the Colonel, probably the biggest homophobe ever to grace the planet. Then again, it was always those we least expected. Lester raised a hand to gently push the other man from him, but found that he actually pul pulling him closer and a sound like a whimper escaped the Colonel’s mouth.
Their lips moved awkwardly at first, not finding a niche and then, Lester felt the warm wet heat of the tongue probing his mouth and became hungry for more. His cock sprang to action. It was happening too fast – and what if someone saw this? What would his daughter think? What would Ricky say?
When they parted for air, they were moving, a strange sort of tango, Frank holding Lester’s bare arm and Lester tugging Frank against him while they slowly moved to the garage wall. Their eyes stayed linked, and though a thousand things were floating through Lester’s mind, he thought it best to say nothing. At least for now.

Not an hour ago, he’d been fantasizing about holding Angela’s breasts in his hands, slowly massaging them and flicking the little nipples. He’d been picturing her golden, sixteen year old, nubile body beneath his while he fucked her raw and without abandon. Now, however, he was focused on Frank. It was a weird change of pace, but undeniably inviting, nonetheless. Through the wet white T-shirt, he could see a strong narrow chest where the fabric was plastered to it. He could make out the swell of muscle above bone, the raised buds where his nipples were hardening against the chill – or maybe the excitement.
Lester took a deep breath and one last look into the other man’s eyes before lifting the wet shirt off his body. Frank seemed nervous but determined, like a child ready to plunge into a lake of freezing water to join his friends. Lester’s mouth came to his again and they kissed, hungrily, savagely. Frank pushed his pelvis to Lester’s and instinctively, Lester’s hand reached down to cradle the hard globe of Frank’s left ass-cheek, ultimately pulling them closer. Lester could feel Frank’s erection and his own grew in earnest. mewhmewhere in the back of Frank’s mind, the words ‘Fuck me’ ‘Fuck me’ ‘Fuck me’ were screaming to be heard. He literally ached for it, needed Lester’s hands on him. His chest felt tight and his throat constricted because he needed it so badly – would die without it.
“Pants…” He whispered in a harsh voice. “…my pants…take them down…”
Lester nodded and started to undo the clasp, eager to do this. His high was wearing off and being replaced with something else. Sex was fun, regardless, but harried, frivolous, forbidden sex was driving him now. He practically tore the wet slacks down the Colonel’s thighs and yanked out his hard purple cock, being deliberately rough. Frank shut his eyes and let his head loll back on his shoulders as Lester began playing with it, examining it, letting his thumb glide back and forth over the head. It was all he could do to remain standing.
“Oh Jesus…” Frank whimpered, resting a hand on Lester’s taut shoulder. “…Oh yeah, Jesus…”
Lester continued to tease the cock in his hand and leaned forward to drag his tongue along Frank’s Adam’s apple, down into the hollow of his neck, along his shoulder, across his clavicle…
“Oh Jesus…” Frank whined as Lester used his free hand to flick a nipple and his mouth to lick the other.
Had he ever done this before? No. Not even in his wildest dreams, but somehow, it fell into place. Him fucking Frank seemed like the most natural thing in the world. In fact, he was looking forward to Frank’s moanookiooking forward to seeing cum shoot from this impressive cock. The thought of it made Lester groan deep in his throat.

When Frank finally decided to act on his own desires, he reached tentatively forward, with shaking hands, and slipped a hand inside the waistband of Lester’s sweats. The warmth was beckoning him, and when he found his prize, he cradled it in a warm sweaty fist and began pumping it slowly. Lester bit his lip and closed his eyes, still jacking off the ColoneIt wIt was nice, rough, sexy. Lester had an urge to laugh but thought better of it. The absurdity was winning out over everything else, and still, he kept imagining someone walking i the them. He kept picturing different combinations of people walking in on them, his wife and the real estate king, Jane and Ricky, or Jane and Angela – or just Angela. What if she joined in? Would he be able to eat her pussy while Frank fucked him from behind? Or would he be fucking Frank and finger fucking Angela? The thought of it caused that familiar warmth to spread in his abdomen and he knew he would come soon, but he didn’t want to come yet – not like this.

Pulling Frank’s hand from out of his sweats, he grinned to reassure the Colonel. Then, he pushed him gently to the floor and kneeled to join him. Their lips met and they kissed, and he pulled Frank against him grinding their hips together.

“I want to fuck.” Lester whispered, brushing a thumb against the other man’s bottom lip, tenderly. “Let’s fuck.”
Seeming uncertain, Frank just nodded quickly, as if unsurat hat he was getting himself into. In another instant, he was reaching to pull Lester’s pants down to his knees, and laying with him on the cold cement floor. Now Lester’s fear at becoming discovered morphed into a kind of desire at being discovered. He almost kind of wished it would happen. Covering Frank’s body with his own, it was awkward because neither man com completely stripped - just merely pulled their pants and underwear down to their knees, but Lester knew what he wanted to do and he wondered if Frank would be up for it. To kind of nudge him along, he turned him over and began eating his ass out. Frank had to bite the back of his own hand to prevent himself from crying out.

No, Lester had never rimmed anyone, but it seemed the thing to do. The only thing accessible in the garage that could possibly be used for lube was motor oil, and he doubted Frank would go for that (although, in the most desperate of times, Lester himself had used black shoe polish, ultimately leaving his dick stained and a little irritated for weeks after). Now, however, he would lick Frank to compliance, lick the hell out of his asshole until the man beneath him was squirming and begging to be filled – and then he would fuck him senseless. Afterall, he’d wanted it. Frank had come to Lester, and Lester would give him what he wanted. Everything else be damned!

Swirling his tongue in and around the orifice, Lester was nearing the breaking point. His cock was throbbing for release, and he needed to do something about it and soon! Moving back a bit, he replaced his tongue with two fingers and began sliding them in and out, marveling in the muffled screams coming from the man lying face down on the cement before him. It would be good to finally slide inside this tight ass, to feel the warm walls clenching around him, to push it to the precipice and then over it, bringing both men undeniable pleasure.
Unable to wait any longer, Lester climbed on top of Frank and shoved his cock in past the ring of muscle and waited. He didn’t bother asking if Frank was alright because he didn’t think he’d be able to go back now anyway. It felt too incredible. Frank, for his part, was biting so hard into the back of his hand that he had punctured the skin and started bleeding. It didn’t matter though because soon, Lester had driven all the way inside and the head of his cock was resting against Frank’s prostate, causing him both blinding pain and tremor-inducing pleasure. He felt like he was being split open from the most erotic part of him, like the center of the universe was bursting inside him. He began trembling and Lester began fucking him, rough, lying on his back and humping hard, forcing him to take his entire cock.
“So fucking wonderful…” Lester was smiling, eyes closed, hips moving back and forth, back and forth, cock so deep. He was picturing Angela again, her pussy spread beneath him, swallowing him, again and again and again and he was coming, shooting a load of sunshine deep within her…deep within Frank. He didn’t even realize Frank was trembling as well, gasping and crying and whispering his name…”Lester…Lester…Lester…” And Lester never felt so good and so loved. It was almost purgatory.

Several minutes later, the two men were rinsing their hands in the garage sink and carefully not meeting each other’s eyes. Frank seemed almost shy but somehow liberated and Lester just felt like he’d had a really great fuck and was interested in maybe having another doobie. The Colonel was edging farther away and wearing a mask of guilt over his angular face, but then he spoke quietly. “Maybe I could come back… another time.”
Lester got the meaning behind the implication and allowedmilemile to spread across his features. Sure, he’d love to do that again. It sort of made him feel powerful – in a Greek kind of way. “Um. Sure. Yeah. I’d like that.” And as he watched Frank wave wryly and edge back out into the night, he wondered if he could get used to this.

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