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On the Couch With Willie

by Patcher


I repair and tune guitars. With over 45 years of experience I was considered a master in the business. Even though I am retired, several top entertainers still bring their guitars to my garage workshop.

I was about finished with Willie's worn and well used guitar and was humming On the Road Again as I worked. Willie walked in the open garage door and asked if his guitar was ready. I told him I would have it ready in a half hour and he could come back or wait. Willie wanted to wait since he had a rehearsal that night for a concert at the Gaylord Center in downtown Nashville.

Willie asked if I minded if he smoked a joint while waiting. I told him it was OK but not in the workshop area. I suggested that he used the back office where there was a couch. Willie went into the back room and I continued to work.

I completed the repair and tuned the guitar. I went into the back office and immediately smelled the weed and smoke. To my surprise, Willie was lying on my couch...fully naked.

When he saw me enter, he smiled and said, "I always enjoy my daily joint more freely if I'm in the nude." I told Willie it was quite alright with me and I just wanted to tell him his guitar was ready. I asked if he had another joint to share with me. Willie said he would share with me his last joint. I sat down next to him and lit up. There wasn't much room for the both of us since Willie was laid out, so I picked up his legs and placed them on my lap.

Seein’ Willie in the nude and having his feet across my lap was too much. Just seeing the white hair all over is body and the handsome 5 inch flaccid cock and his wrinkled hanging balls made my cock move.

Before long, I had a hard twitching cock against his feet. He moved both feet and rubbed my stiff cock between his toes and I knew he recognized my arousal.

His cock began to move and as I took a long draw on my weed, I summoned enough nerve to place my hand on his quickly rising cock. When I circled my fingers around his love pole, it reached its maximum 8 inch length. I was nervous and could not proceed.

"That's alright, go ahead and play with it. I'm so far gone I'll just lay here and enjoy whatever you want to do" Willie said as he began humping his cock in my fist. I slid my hand up and down several times and then ran my hand through his white pubic bush. Gently I caressed his nut sack. His nuts were the size of lemons. He moaned as I explored his basket and soon there was pre cum leaking from his mushroom head. His 8 inch cut cock was reacting to my roaming fingers.

"You can lick up that pre cum if you feel like it" Willie said. I didn’t need a second invitation. I bent down and licked his slit and enjoyed the tasty warm juice. I opened my mouth and took his mushroom head in and ran my tongue all around the ridge. Willie began to moan and hump his body up to my mouth.

I couldn't believe it; I had Willie's cock in my mouth. All the times I have met him, there was never any indication that he wanted me to give him a blow job...the only service I had provided was repairing his guitar.

"Go ahead, go all the way down if you want" he pleaded. I wasn't sure I could deep throat his hard 8 inch cock but it was a chance I wasn't sure I would ever get again.

I opened my mouth wide and plunged all the way down...the thrill made my own 7 inch cock leak pre cum. I stopped and got up and began to remove my clothes. Willie saw my hard cock and said, "I bet I can have a lot of fun with that."

With that he pulled me down over him and opened his mouth and gave me a long hard kiss. Our tongues searched each other's cavity and we kissed a wet long moment. I then began to give him a tongue exploring bath. His tits got hard as I sucked on each one; it was all that white hair that sent me in a wild licking action all over his body. I then moved to his feet and sucked his big toes. He moaned and said no one had ever worship his feet before.

I proceeded to tongue up his leg and when I reached his wrinkled inner thigh, Willie raised his legs and I went for his ass hole. It was tight but after a few slobbering probes with my extended tongue, it opened up for me and I tongue fucked him.

Willie moaned and begged me to fuck him. My cock was hard as a brick and the pre cum made it slick enough to enter without any pain or difficulty. I began to slow fuck him and he begged me to speed up. I plunged all the way in and began a machine gun rapid thrusting. It didn't take long for me to empty my load into Willie. I pulled out and started for my clothes on the floor.

Wille said, "What about me? I need to shoot my load before I got on the road again." I got between his legs and sucked on his balls. Then I licked up the shaft of his throbbing cock. I began to deep throat his love pole and he placed his hands on my head and pushed me all the way down...I heard him say, "You're going to get it...I'm cu" and before he could finish his sentence, I felt his hot load empty deep down my throat...about seven or eight powerful shots. When he went limp, I licked his basket and cleaned him up. I stood up and he noticed I was hard again.

Willie said, "Before I go to rehearsal, will you massage my throat?" With that, Willie grabbed my stiff cock and pulled me over to him. He was sitting up, still naked and I was standing in front of him. He put his hot mouth over my head and began sucking and moaning...it sounded as if he was going to hum a tune. He went all the way to the hilt and his beard tickled my shaved pubic area. He slow sucked my cock until I came a second time...but this time down his throat.

Wow, what thrills. It began with me repairing Willie's guitar but ended with making beautiful music with our very hard and horny instruments.

Willie left with his guitar and promised that he had several other guitars that needed repairing. I can't wait to get my hands (and mouth) on his next instrument.

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