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Dr. Strain
Chapter One: Heat in the Grove
The Pineville Fall Family Festival at Kees Park thrummed with lifeâkids hollerinâ, country music twanginâ through the muggy Louisiana air, and the smell of fried dough and smoky barbecue hanginâ thick. Eric Landry, 28, stood 6â0â with a stocky, athletic build, broad shoulders, and wavy brown hair fallinâ just past his ears. His hazel eyes roamed the crowd, restless, until they landed on a man in his sixties by a food stall. The man wore a white Panama hat with a black band, a green short-sleeved button-up shirt with a patch on the chest, blue jeans, and a brown belt with a big olâ buckle. His shiny bald scalp gleamed under the hatâs brim, and his fair skin, tanned from years workinâ cattle, bore wrinkles and age spots. A round face with full cheeks, a strong jaw, and bright blue eyes gave him a friendly, approachable look, though his broad neck and thick arms spoke of a life spent wranglinâ livestock. A gold ring with a stone sat heavy on his left hand, a thinner band on his right, and a dark-faced watch hugged his left wrist. A womanâlikely his wife, Susanâstood nearby, but Ericâs gaze didnât stray from the manâs sturdy, veined hands and that thick, weathered neck that screamed rugged charm.
Later, as the sun dipped low, paintinâ the sky orange, Eric spotted the man alone on a park bench, his wife nowhere in sight. Heart poundinâ, Eric sauntered over, his leather boots kickinâ up dust. He plopped down close, their thighs brushinâ through denim. The man tipped his hat back, revealinâ those twinklinâ blue eyes.
âWell, howdy there, son. Nameâs MichaelâMike Strain,â he said, his voice deep and warm, thick with a Louisiana drawl that rolled like molasses. âWhatâs yours?â
Ericâs pulse raced. Mike Strain, Louisianaâs Commissioner of Agriculture and Forestry, a veterinarian and Covington boy known for his steady hand and open mind. âEric Landry,â he replied, keepinâ his voice smooth despite the heat stirrinâ in his gut. âPleasure, Commissioner.â
They got to talkinââMike spinninâ yarns about doctorinâ livestock and runninâ his familyâs cattle farm, Eric tossinâ in playful jabs. But Ericâs eyes kept wanderinâ. Mikeâs green shirt, damp from the humid night, clung to his soft, heavy pecs, a faint shadow of gray chest hair peekinâ through. Sweat beaded on Mikeâs broad neck, tricklinâ into his collar. Eric leaned closer, catchinâ the scent of Mikeâs woodsy cologne mixed with the dayâs heat.
âYouâre a fine-lookinâ man, Mike,â Eric murmured, voice low and husky. âThat smile, that big olâ presence⌠Iâm bettinâ youâd feel mighty fine in the sheets.â
Mikeâs cheeks flushed redderân a ripe peach, but his eyes sparkled with somethinâ like mischief. âBoy, Iâm a married man,â he chuckled, glancinâ at the gold ring on his left hand. âOld enough to be your daddy, too. Been with my Susan since vet school.â His voice hitched, though, a crack in that good-olâ-boy armor.
Ericâs hand grazed Mikeâs thigh, the denim warm under his fingers. âDonât matter to me,â he said, hazel eyes locked on Mikeâs full lips. âI want you, Mike. Right now.â
Mikeâs breath caught, and for a moment, Eric thought heâd bolt. But then Mike nodded toward a grove of pines behind the park, where the festivalâs racket faded to a soft hum. âCâmon, son,â he muttered, voice low. âLetâs take a walk.â
In the dappled shade, hidden by thick trunks, Ericâs heart hammered as he dropped to his knees on the soft grass. His fingers worked quick, undoinâ Mikeâs big belt buckle with a clink. He tugged down the blue jeans, revealinâ Mikeâs 6-inch cut cock, moderate girth with a smooth, pink head already slick with precum. Ericâs mouth watered somethinâ fierce. He leaned in, lips brushinâ the tip, tastinâ that salty tang before takinâ the head into his mouth, suckinâ slow and deliberate. Mike gasped, his chubby, weathered fingers tanglinâ in Ericâs wavy hair, grippinâ tight.
âLord have mercy, Eric,â Mike groaned, his drawl thicker now, voice rough as gravel. âAinât nobody done me like this since⌠hell, ever.â
Ericâs tongue swirled âround the head, teasinâ the slit, then slid down the shaft, takinâ Mike deep âtil his nose pressed into the coarse gray hair at the base. Mikeâs belly jiggled as he thrust gentle-like, his moans growinâ louder. Ericâs hands gripped Mikeâs thick thighs, feelinâ the heat through the denim bunched at his knees. He bobbed faster, lips tight, tongue flickinâ along the underside, savorinâ every shudder. He pulled back just enough to drag his tongue slow along the vein, then sucked hard on the head, poppinâ it in and out of his mouth with wet, sloppy sounds.
âSweet Jesus, boy,â Mike panted, his bald scalp shininâ as he glanced âround for passersby. âYouâre gonna kill this old man with that mouth.â
Eric grinned, spit glisteninâ on his lips. âYour wife ever suck you this good, Commissioner?â he teased, strokinâ Mikeâs cock with one hand, the other cuppinâ his heavy balls, rollinâ âem gentle.
Mike shook his head, breathless. âSusanâs a good woman, but⌠hell, son, nothinâ like this. Keep goinâ.â
Eric dove back in, relaxinâ his throat to take Mike deeper, his lips stretched tight âround the shaft. He hummed low, the vibration makinâ Mike curse under his breath. Mikeâs grip tightened, hips buckinâ as he groaned, âEric, Iâm fixinâ toâGoddamn, Iâm gonna blow!â
Mikeâs hips jerked, and Eric felt the pulse, the sudden heat. He didnât pull back, swallowinâ as Mikeâs cock throbbed, spurtinâ thick, hot cum into his mouth. The load was heavy, like Mike hadnât cut loose in months, and Eric took it all, tongue circlinâ the head to milk every drop. Mikeâs legs quivered, his breath cominâ in short, ragged grunts as Eric kept suckinâ âtil the older manâs cock softened, slippinâ from his lips with a final, wet pop. A stray drop of cum glistened on Ericâs chin, and Mikeâs flushed face looked like heâd seen the pearly gates.
âBoy, you done ruined me,â Mike said, half-laughinâ, his voice shaky as he tucked himself back in. But before he could catch his breath, a rustle nearby made âem freeze, holdinâ their breath âtil the footsteps faded.
Eric leaned close, whisperinâ hot against Mikeâs ear. âI ainât done with you, Commissioner. I wanna fuck that sweet ass of yours.â
Mikeâs eyes widened, but a grin tugged at his lips. âYouâre a bold one, son,â he murmured, then winked, pullinâ Eric into a kiss that was all heat and hunger, tongues tanglinâ like theyâd been at it for years. Eric tasted the salt of Mikeâs cum on his own lips, and Mike moaned into the kiss, his hands grippinâ Ericâs shoulders.
Mike sank to his knees, his green shirt rumpled, face still flushed. Eric unzipped his fitted jeans, freeinâ his 7-inch cut cock, smooth with a slight upward curve, the head shiny with precum. Mikeâs eyes lit up, nervous but eager. âI ainât neverâŚâ he started, voice low, âbut I reckon Iâll give it a try.â
He leaned in, tongue dartinâ out to lick the shaft, tastinâ the precum beadinâ at the tip. His lips closed âround the head, suckinâ tentative at first, then bolder, his tongue swirlinâ in messy, eager circles. Eric groaned, hands restinâ on Mikeâs broad shoulders, the sight of the CommissionerâPanama hat askew, bald head bobbinââpushinâ him to the edge. Mikeâs chubby fingers worked his own cock, already hard again, as he sucked, focusinâ on the tip, slobberinâ a bit as he found his rhythm.
âFuck, Mike, that mouthâs a damn treasure,â Eric moaned, hips twitchinâ as Mikeâs tongue flicked the sensitive underside. Mikeâs inexperience only made it hotter, his enthusiasm drivinâ Eric wild.
Eric pulled Mike to his feet, crushinâ their lips together in a fierce kiss, tongues wrestlinâ like they were teenagers sneakinâ off behind the barn. Breakinâ the kiss, Eric leaned in, breath hot against Mikeâs ear. âIâm gonna fuck you now, Commissioner. Gonna fuck you like you fuck your Susan.â
Mikeâs eyes glazed with lust, like he was under a spell. âAlright, son,â he whispered, voice thick. âBut you go easy on this old vet, hear?â
Eric guided Mike to a nearby pine, tellinâ him to lean over and grab the trunk. Mike dropped his jeans to his ankles, revealinâ a round, plump ass, pale but tanned at the edges from years in the sun. Eric knelt, spreadinâ Mikeâs cheeks, and dragged his tongue slow across the tight, puckered hole, tastinâ the musky heat. Mike gasped, his whole body shuddinâ as Eric licked deeper, wettinâ the rim with spit, teasinâ the sensitive skin âtil Mike was pushinâ back, desperate.
âLord, boy, thatâs⌠thatâs somethinâ else,â Mike panted, voice shakinâ as Ericâs tongue swirled, looseninâ him up.
Eric stood, spittinâ into his hand to slick his cock, the head glisteninâ as he pressed it against Mikeâs hole. âEasy now, Commissioner,â Eric murmured, pushinâ slow. Mikeâs rim was tight, clenchinâ at first, but Ericâs spit and the heat from the blowjob had him relaxed enough to take the head with a low groan. âGo easy, son,â Mike whispered, his own cock throbbinâ as he pushed back, wantinâ more.
Eric eased in, inch by inch, Mikeâs ass hot and tight âround his shaft. âGoddamn, youâre tight as a virgin heifer,â Eric growled, startinâ a slow, steady rhythm. Mikeâs hands gripped the tree, his breath cominâ in sharp gasps as Eric fucked him deeper, the wet sound of skin on skin fillinâ the grove. Mikeâs ass took him easy now, the rim stretchinâ to hug Ericâs cock as he thrust harder, pinninâ Mike to the tree.
âHarder, boy,â Mike grunted, surprisinâ Eric with the hunger in his voice. âFuck me like you mean it.â
Eric obliged, grabbinâ Mikeâs plump cheeks and spreadinâ âem wide, ramminâ his cock deep and fast. Mikeâs belly jiggled with each thrust, his moans muffled as he bit his lip to keep quiet. Eric reached âround, grippinâ Mikeâs soft, heavy belly, feelinâ the heat of his skin as he pounded harder. Mikeâs ass clenched, hot and greedy, suckinâ Ericâs cock like it was made for it. Ericâs balls slapped against Mikeâs thighs, the rhythm frantic now, sweat drippinâ down both their backs.
âFuck, Mike, your ass is fuckinâ perfect,â Eric growled, his cock swellinâ as he felt the edge cominâ. He reached up, pinchinâ Mikeâs hard nipples through his shirt, makinâ the older man whimper. Ericâs hips snapped, drivinâ deep as he came, his cock pulsinâ as he shot thick, creamy loads into Mikeâs ass, fillinâ him âtil cum dripped down Mikeâs thighs. Mikeâs own cock jerked, spillinâ a second load onto the grass in shudderinâ spurts, his rim clenchinâ tight âround Ericâs shaft as he rode out the orgasm.
Eric pulled out slow, Mikeâs ass makinâ a soft, wet sound as cum leaked from his stretched hole. Mike turned, pullinâ up his jeans with a shaky grin, his face glowinâ like a man reborn. âWell, hell, son,â he panted, wipinâ sweat from his bald scalp. âYou done fucked this old dog betterân a springtime rut.â
Eric laughed, pullinâ Mike into a sloppy, desperate kiss, their tongues tanglinâ as they savored the shared heat. Mike tasted himself on Ericâs lips, his hands grippinâ Ericâs ass through his jeans. After a long moment, Mike pulled back, adjustinâ his Panama hat with a wink. He scribbled his number on a book of matches, pressinâ it into Ericâs hand.
âReckon weâll be seeinâ each other again, son,â Mike said, pattinâ Ericâs back. âDonât go tellinâ the whole parish, now.â
âWouldnât dream of it, Commissioner,â Eric replied, returninâ the wink.
Mike slipped back into the festival crowd, his green shirt blendinâ into the throng. Eric lingered, the taste of Mikeâs cock and the feel of his ass still burninâ in his mind. He tucked the matches into his pocket, already planninâ their next rendezvous.
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