Step Dad's mate

My step dad’s best friend was a frequent guest at our house, as the two of them often spent their evenings drinking beer and shooting the shit in the garage. I wasn’t too surprised to find him out there alone when I went to get the mower.
“Hey Mick, how’s it going?”
“Good, buddy. Just waiting for your step dad to get home. What are you up to? Come to keep me company?”
I politely laughed a bit. “Nah, got to mow the lawn before he gets home or he’ll tan my ass.”
“Not a bad idea, that.”
I thought about our little interaction the entire time I was cutting the grass. It seemed a bit weird, Al had never been the one to make a joke like that. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a crush on him since I was a kid, and I was 18 and working now so it’s not like we’d technically be doing anything wrong or anything. Maybe I was reading too much into the situation, but I pushed myself a little harder than normal to get done quickly and hopefully get a bit more one-on-one time with Al before my step dad came home and ruined my chances of feeling things out.
I pulled the garage door open, a little out of breathe, when the sight in front of me made me loose the last of it. Al had moved his ute into garage and was leaning against the tailgate, He had ditched his shirt and had lit a giant cigar, taking deep puffs of it as I gave him a puzzled look. I tried, and failed, to contain my smile as I put the mower away.
“Thought you shouldn’t be the only one to work up a sweat, kiddo.” He growled at me, beckoning me forward with a finger. Like being pulled by a magnet, I slowly found myself drifting closer to him. When I got close enough to touch him, he tenderly grasped on to my arm, helping to steady me as I started to wobble from the sight. He took a big puff of his cigar, and blew it directly in my face. I let out of a visible moan and instinctively put my hands on his broad, muscular chest to stop myself from buckling. He took the opportunity to move his hand from my arm to my ass, grabbing it roughly with his giant hands and giving it a good squeeze while he pulled me in for a kiss with the other. His kiss was gentle at first, his calloused lips tenderly probing against mine. His tongue pried my mouth open, and I could taste the smoke on his breath and he picked up the speed. We began to make out in earnest, and I couldn’t believe how great of a kisser he was, let alone that this was happening at all.
He abruptly pulled us apart. I thought he was going to stop, getting second thoughts, but he just ordered “Strip” as he put the cigar back in his mouth so he could undo his own pants. I got out of my clothes in record speed, but still covered my own parts out of modesty. He continued to blow smoke down on me as I stood in front of him and grabbed my hands away from my own dick and moved them on to his own impressive 8 incher. I was shy about playing with his dick, but he roughly grabbed mine with an iron grip and began to stroke me with incredible force. I would have buckled under the pressure normally, but I was so turned on here all I could do was gasp and moan as I stroked him with one hand, help myself up on his chest with another, and breathed in the smoke he was pouring down on me. I was thinking that if he kept this up, I was going to blow my load, when he suddenly stopped and moved his hand to my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, so close I could feel the heat from the cherry “Suck me boy.”
I immediately dropped to my knees. I was no stranger to sucking cock, I had have had more than enough experience with the guys around the neighborhood, back at school, or with my brothers friends. But I wasn’t out to my step dad (or his friends) before now, and wasn’t sure I wanted them to knock how much of a hungry slut I was. Once I caught a whiff of his dick right next to my mouth though, it was game over. I was a man possessed, deepthroating his cock from the moment go. I ran my tongue over his salty veins, and moaned as I made love to his thick member. “Oh, fuck kid.” Al grabbed my head and began to face fuck me, clearly enticed by my performance. The whole garage was filled with smoke as he puffed away non stop, “My nephew told me you were a little slut, but he didn’t tell me how fucking great you were.” I pounded away at my mouth for a while and I was in heaven. I could feel him begin to tighten up, and he pulled out of my mouth. He slapped me in the face a few times with his cock, the pulled me up by my arms and pushed me down on the tailgate.
“I keep going there, and I’ll end up blowing in no time. But I want a piece of that ass before your step dad gets home and I have to have to stop”
FUCK. In my lust, I completely forgot that my step dad would be home in no time. I thought about protesting, but Al had already spit on my hole a few times and began to line himself up on my asshole. I didn’t want to come out to my step dad with his best friend’s dick in my ass, but we were too far gone to do anything about that. I cried out in pain as Al impaled me in one thrust, but he just slapped the back of my head before pushing it back down. “We both know this isn’t the first cock you’ve taken, slut.” He continued to pound away at my ass and billow smoke down on me, one hand pushing my head down on the tailgate while the other spread my asscheeks apart. He gave them a good slap. “Who knows kid, when I’m done with you, maybe your step dad will give you that tanning you were so anxious about.” That was it. I came almost immediately after that, the whole experience too much to hold on to. The spasming of my ass muscles sent Al over the edge as well, causing him to speed up and manhandle me as he blew his load deep inside of me. We both panted heavily as we tried to catch our breathe, and he slapped my ass one more time as he pulled his softening dick out of me.
“Got him warmed up for you. This kid is a hot little slut, he’s got a real talent for cock.” What? Why would he - I heard the fridge door open, and the unmistakable sound of a beer tab opening. I turned around to see my best mate staring me down as he took a swig of his beer I didn’t know what to say, so we just stared at each other for a few moments in silence. He broke the tension, not by speaking, but by going over to the humidor and grabbing himself a cigar of his own. He never broke eye contact with him as he brought his stogie to life, taking a good, deep puff and exhaling when he was satisified.
“What’s this about sucking a cock, boy?”