Lube Job

Excerpt: Adult

“There you go, all good, but I should tell you, you need to have your oil changed and you need a lube job. Your suspension is really squeaky. Want me to do it while you're here?”
Jason, concerned about the cost, started to say no, but then Armando offered some additional enticement.
“I actually live in the upstairs apartment. Kitchen’s to the right as you go through the door. If you can grab us a couple of beers, I’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
Never one to turn down drinks with a hot, sweaty, sexy man, Jason took the stairs two at a time, locating the kitchen as described. The apartment was surprisingly clean and neat. He grabbed the beers but before leaving decided to have a glance around. To his left was the living room and straight ahead, the bedroom. Stepping in quickly for a peek, Jason noted Armando favored boxers, seeing as how a couple of pairs were strewn on the floor as if he had stepped out of them. The thing that caught Jason’s eye was the lube gun on the table next to the bed and the huge dildo sitting next to it. Figuring he had seen enough, Jason turned to go when Armando stepped into the small apartment, totally filling the bedroom door with his hulking frame.
“Oh, that’s where I left it.” Armando, his body brushing against Jason as he squeezed through the door, picked up the lube gun and returned. Standing directly in front of Jason, he added, “This lube works great for small places and tight squeezes.”
Totally stunned and with a beer in each hand, Jason wasn’t able to move or say anything as Armando reached between Jason’s legs with his free hand and grabbed his cock.
Jason leaned his head forward, a moan escaping his throat and took one of Armando’s meaty nipples between his teeth, tugging on it, causing Armando to moan in return.
Armando tossed the lube gun to the bed, took the beers from Jason’s hands in one of his and shoved him roughly onto the bed, landing on top of him. Jason was not sure where this was going, but he didn’t resist as Armando set the beers on the bedside table and unbuttoned his shirt, grinding his crotch into his. Armando ran his hands over Jason’s torso pinching and tugging on each of Jason’s nipples in turn as he continued to hump his crotch. Jason was sure Armando’s pants were going to split any moment and free the beast of a cock he had hidden there.