tmmmbrrr
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Note: bc and I started this rp in private messages. We compared notes after the following exchanges and decided that we were a) coming from more or less the same place with the story idea and b) our writing was mutually compatible, so decided to move the story here.
bc:
It was already a warm and humid morning. Brad was putting the finishing touches on his yearly chore of cleaning and organizing his garage. He always did this job one time a year, when his wife Michelle was out of town for her 6 day conference in L.A. Brad had learned over the years that even though the garage was his domain, if he was cleaning and organizing with Michelle around, she'd be offering what she liked to call "suggestions" and "ideas". Brad like to call them "directions" and "orders".
He was putting the last of his tools away, when he came across the drill bit. It was a two inch boring bit. He had borrowed it from his neighbor Josh about 10 months ago. Brad could have sworn he returned it. Brad always returned the tools he borrowed. He felt terrible.
He walked next door to Josh's house, via the back yard. He knew Josh was out there working on his lawn mower, motorcycle, or some car project. He could hear music coming from the garage. As he got closer the sound of Whitesnake grew louder. He looked in the door but didnt see Josh. He hollered out "Is anybody here?"
tmmm:
Josh had been looking forward to today for weeks. He’d be home alone while Kathy and a girlfriend treated themselves to a spa treatments and shopping at an overnight upstate resort. He slept late, dressed in worn out jeans and a muscle shirt, had cold pizza for breakfast while he watched porn instead of the morning news.
Eventually he ended up in the garage where he had an original style Ford Bronco up on blocks. It was a rebuild and Josh thought that he might get far along enough with it today to try to start it again. He was about to start wrenching on it when he happened to think of his stash. He pulled out a workbench drawer. It was filled with men’s magazines going back 2-3 decades. As far as Kathy knew, the stash was long gone, but here it was in all its glory. He flipped through one of his favorites and had to smile to himself. These days there was so much better porn and so much more of it, but there was sentimental value in the stash that he couldn’t get from the internet.*
Josh left the magazine open on his workbench, turned on the radio to classic rock, adjusted the volume and went to work on the Bronco.
bc:
Brad hollered out a second time. Realized that Josh wasn't going to hear him at the door, so he decided to step in and see if he could see Josh. Brad looked around the truck that was up on a set of ramps. He finally saw Josh's feet and legs sticking out of the passenger front side.*
Brad thought he had better let Josh know he was there, but didn't want to startle him. He thought about it and walked around the front of the vehicle. He gave Josh a wide enough berth hoping that he'd see Brad's feet.*
Josh was obviously still oblivious. So Brad decided to do whatever it took. Josh was working barefoot under the truck. So Josh took his flip flop clad foot and nudged the bottom of Josh's foot.*
Brad heard a very audible "Oh shit!", and the clanging of a wrench on concrete.[/quote]
tmmm:
Naturally he was surprised to be interrupted, but Josh's frame of mind changed for the better when he realized it was Brad. "Hey, buddy," he shouted over the radio as he started out from under the truck, "what's up?" He was actually glad to for the distraction. Brad was one guy he knew who seemed to have a similar outlook on many things as Josh did. He got to his feet and would have shaken Brad's hand, but his hands were greasy from working so wiped them off on his shirt first without even thinking.*
"Good to see ya," he said and turning down the radio, asked again, "What's up?"
bc:
"I actually realized I hadn't returned your drill bit yet. I didn't realize I still had it. I wanted to apologize for not returning it sooner." Josh was about a good neighbors you could ask for. You seem to like the same things of Brad did, and had the same interest. I take a step towards the bench to put the drill bit down. I notice your magazine is open to a centerfold. " oh wow. Miss April 1992. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
tmmm:
Josh laughed. "Naw, I've got all day to put things right between April '92 and myself," he said, "Kathy's out of town for the day." One of the things he really liked about Brad was that he could be so open with him -- heck yeah, he planned on spending more time with his stash and jacking off -- no sense making a secret of that among good buddies. "Thanks for the tool," Josh added, "I never even missed it. Got time for coffee? ...or," he looked at his watch, "...an early beer?"
bc:
"Considering at Michelle isn't home, I can definitely go for the early beer." He knew that Josh was in joking that he would get back to April 92 later. Hell, Bradham and doing the same thing while Michelle was gone." I could definitely go for a cold beer. It's already hot and humid in my garage, and I just finished cleaning it. Sorry I'm a little dirty. But judging by you you're not afraid of a little dirt today.
tmmm:
Josh had to smile. "Sure," he said, "Dirty is part of my plan for the day, Brad. Let's get a beer." He led the way into the house and called back over his shoulder, "Why don't you bring April in too." The house was still cool. Josh went through the house to the den which looked out into the back yard. The den had a large screen TV, pool table and most important a bar with a fridge. He took a couple of cold beers out and handed one to Brad. "Cheers!" he said, "I'm glad you came over."*
Suddenly aware of how grimy his shirt was, Josh knew that it had to go. "Kathy would kill me if I came into the house wearing his," he said and pulled it off over his head, "Do you mind?" Josh wasn't a body builder, but he was fairly toned. In the cool of the den, his bare skin got goose bumps and of course his nipples tightened right up, but he didn't seem to mind or even notice as he took a seat at the bar. "Did you bring April? There is so much better porn these days than in her day, but I have a lot of good memories from my magazine stash."
bc:
Brad couldn't believe how much he was Finding himself looking at Josh's bare chest. Suddenly realize that he was pretty dirty too. " oh man I'm sorry my shirts all dusty too." Joining Josh he took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. " I agree with you that something is very sentimental about those old magazines. Porn today isn't the same. But, it does offer a wide variety of interests at your fingertips."
tmmm:
Whether he should have made anything out of them or not, Josh heard the last words out of Brad's mouth very clearly and decided that if he could, he'd like to find out what his next door neighbor meant by 'wide variety of interests'. To be honest, at one time or another, Josh had sized up most of the guys he knew as possible sex partners. He'd ruled out almost every one as soon as they'd crossed his mind, but there were a couple of possibles... and Brad was one. The fact that he'd stripped off his shirt too gave Josh a little rise under his zipper. Brad was a good looking guy in his own right and under the circumstances, the fact that he wanted to take off his shirt too made Josh wonder if he'd missed something he should have noticed earlier.*
No matter, it seemed like they had all day and it looked like they both wanted to play for the same team. Josh took a long pull on his beer. It hit the spot. He decided just to take it easy and see what happened with Brad. Absentmindedly, he flipped through the pages of April's spread.... "25 years ago, I almost wore these pages out," Josh said. The pages were quit well worn.*
Both guys were checking out April as Josh flipped through the pages. He felt he cock hardening against his zipper and although he didn't call attention to it, he made no effort to hide it either. He took a breath. Trying to sound as casual as possible, asked, "So..., what kinda porn have you been watching lately, Brad?"
bc:
It was already a warm and humid morning. Brad was putting the finishing touches on his yearly chore of cleaning and organizing his garage. He always did this job one time a year, when his wife Michelle was out of town for her 6 day conference in L.A. Brad had learned over the years that even though the garage was his domain, if he was cleaning and organizing with Michelle around, she'd be offering what she liked to call "suggestions" and "ideas". Brad like to call them "directions" and "orders".
He was putting the last of his tools away, when he came across the drill bit. It was a two inch boring bit. He had borrowed it from his neighbor Josh about 10 months ago. Brad could have sworn he returned it. Brad always returned the tools he borrowed. He felt terrible.
He walked next door to Josh's house, via the back yard. He knew Josh was out there working on his lawn mower, motorcycle, or some car project. He could hear music coming from the garage. As he got closer the sound of Whitesnake grew louder. He looked in the door but didnt see Josh. He hollered out "Is anybody here?"
tmmm:
Josh had been looking forward to today for weeks. He’d be home alone while Kathy and a girlfriend treated themselves to a spa treatments and shopping at an overnight upstate resort. He slept late, dressed in worn out jeans and a muscle shirt, had cold pizza for breakfast while he watched porn instead of the morning news.
Eventually he ended up in the garage where he had an original style Ford Bronco up on blocks. It was a rebuild and Josh thought that he might get far along enough with it today to try to start it again. He was about to start wrenching on it when he happened to think of his stash. He pulled out a workbench drawer. It was filled with men’s magazines going back 2-3 decades. As far as Kathy knew, the stash was long gone, but here it was in all its glory. He flipped through one of his favorites and had to smile to himself. These days there was so much better porn and so much more of it, but there was sentimental value in the stash that he couldn’t get from the internet.*
Josh left the magazine open on his workbench, turned on the radio to classic rock, adjusted the volume and went to work on the Bronco.
bc:
Brad hollered out a second time. Realized that Josh wasn't going to hear him at the door, so he decided to step in and see if he could see Josh. Brad looked around the truck that was up on a set of ramps. He finally saw Josh's feet and legs sticking out of the passenger front side.*
Brad thought he had better let Josh know he was there, but didn't want to startle him. He thought about it and walked around the front of the vehicle. He gave Josh a wide enough berth hoping that he'd see Brad's feet.*
Josh was obviously still oblivious. So Brad decided to do whatever it took. Josh was working barefoot under the truck. So Josh took his flip flop clad foot and nudged the bottom of Josh's foot.*
Brad heard a very audible "Oh shit!", and the clanging of a wrench on concrete.[/quote]
tmmm:
Naturally he was surprised to be interrupted, but Josh's frame of mind changed for the better when he realized it was Brad. "Hey, buddy," he shouted over the radio as he started out from under the truck, "what's up?" He was actually glad to for the distraction. Brad was one guy he knew who seemed to have a similar outlook on many things as Josh did. He got to his feet and would have shaken Brad's hand, but his hands were greasy from working so wiped them off on his shirt first without even thinking.*
"Good to see ya," he said and turning down the radio, asked again, "What's up?"
bc:
"I actually realized I hadn't returned your drill bit yet. I didn't realize I still had it. I wanted to apologize for not returning it sooner." Josh was about a good neighbors you could ask for. You seem to like the same things of Brad did, and had the same interest. I take a step towards the bench to put the drill bit down. I notice your magazine is open to a centerfold. " oh wow. Miss April 1992. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
tmmm:
Josh laughed. "Naw, I've got all day to put things right between April '92 and myself," he said, "Kathy's out of town for the day." One of the things he really liked about Brad was that he could be so open with him -- heck yeah, he planned on spending more time with his stash and jacking off -- no sense making a secret of that among good buddies. "Thanks for the tool," Josh added, "I never even missed it. Got time for coffee? ...or," he looked at his watch, "...an early beer?"
bc:
"Considering at Michelle isn't home, I can definitely go for the early beer." He knew that Josh was in joking that he would get back to April 92 later. Hell, Bradham and doing the same thing while Michelle was gone." I could definitely go for a cold beer. It's already hot and humid in my garage, and I just finished cleaning it. Sorry I'm a little dirty. But judging by you you're not afraid of a little dirt today.
tmmm:
Josh had to smile. "Sure," he said, "Dirty is part of my plan for the day, Brad. Let's get a beer." He led the way into the house and called back over his shoulder, "Why don't you bring April in too." The house was still cool. Josh went through the house to the den which looked out into the back yard. The den had a large screen TV, pool table and most important a bar with a fridge. He took a couple of cold beers out and handed one to Brad. "Cheers!" he said, "I'm glad you came over."*
Suddenly aware of how grimy his shirt was, Josh knew that it had to go. "Kathy would kill me if I came into the house wearing his," he said and pulled it off over his head, "Do you mind?" Josh wasn't a body builder, but he was fairly toned. In the cool of the den, his bare skin got goose bumps and of course his nipples tightened right up, but he didn't seem to mind or even notice as he took a seat at the bar. "Did you bring April? There is so much better porn these days than in her day, but I have a lot of good memories from my magazine stash."
bc:
Brad couldn't believe how much he was Finding himself looking at Josh's bare chest. Suddenly realize that he was pretty dirty too. " oh man I'm sorry my shirts all dusty too." Joining Josh he took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. " I agree with you that something is very sentimental about those old magazines. Porn today isn't the same. But, it does offer a wide variety of interests at your fingertips."
tmmm:
Whether he should have made anything out of them or not, Josh heard the last words out of Brad's mouth very clearly and decided that if he could, he'd like to find out what his next door neighbor meant by 'wide variety of interests'. To be honest, at one time or another, Josh had sized up most of the guys he knew as possible sex partners. He'd ruled out almost every one as soon as they'd crossed his mind, but there were a couple of possibles... and Brad was one. The fact that he'd stripped off his shirt too gave Josh a little rise under his zipper. Brad was a good looking guy in his own right and under the circumstances, the fact that he wanted to take off his shirt too made Josh wonder if he'd missed something he should have noticed earlier.*
No matter, it seemed like they had all day and it looked like they both wanted to play for the same team. Josh took a long pull on his beer. It hit the spot. He decided just to take it easy and see what happened with Brad. Absentmindedly, he flipped through the pages of April's spread.... "25 years ago, I almost wore these pages out," Josh said. The pages were quit well worn.*
Both guys were checking out April as Josh flipped through the pages. He felt he cock hardening against his zipper and although he didn't call attention to it, he made no effort to hide it either. He took a breath. Trying to sound as casual as possible, asked, "So..., what kinda porn have you been watching lately, Brad?"
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