Some opportunities just present themselves. For example, my sister Brenda's friend's boyfriend's brother, Chad, showed up for my carefully planned beach trip, invited by the boyfriend who did not think that I'd need to know. The car we planned to take wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a bitch (which was plan A) and telling him to take a hike we drove two cars. The boyfriend paid for gas as his punishment.
My sister and her friend wouldn't ride separately and the boyfriend had to ride with them so a perfect stranger in an ugly ball cap climbed into the car with me. He was stoked, because I "had the coolest car I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of cars." Surely the 3 beers he'd consumed while we rearranged plans had nothing to do with it.
We are driving for maybe an hour and Chad told me all about his fitness regime (involves staring at girls in yoga pants at the gym and occasionally lifting some free weights) his mint condition (except for some rust) 1984 Ford something or other and the time he almost got backstage at a Kings Of Leon concert, before he had to piss ("like a racehorse," naturally.)
I pulled into the first gas station I saw and sat in the car, enjoying the respite from the stream of slightly-drunken consciousness that I'd been subjected to for 50-odd miles. When Chad climbed back in, he flashed his guns at me and stuck out his tongue.
"That chick in there almost gave me my Mountain Dew for free for a glance at these babies, but her boss was in there so she couldn't. She wanted a mustache ride, I could tell."
His nipple popped out of his makeshift muscle tee shirt and the picture was equal parts absurd and kinda hot. Sure, Chad was an obnoxious good ol' boy but he had hair in all the right places and when he slouched in his seat his cargo shorts rode up enough I could tell he had a beer can dick. I filed this info into my spank bank and pulled out of the parking lot.
Apparently Chad's aborted mustache ride got him going because he could talk about nothing but all the chicks he'd banged, eaten out or gotten head from (or totally could have if their boyfriends hadn't been there) for the next hour. I was beginning to think he didn't realized he was chatting with a gay guy who had little interest in cup sizes and descriptions of vaginal scents so his next comment came out of nowhere.
"I hear you suck dick. What's that like?"
I laughed at the non-sequitur and replied "Why, you thinking of trying it out sometime?"
"Dude, if I thought I could get off with a guy I'd do it in a heartbeat. Double the number of mouths I can get to suck me off? I can get down with that."
I decided against explaining how his math was flawed and segued into seduction mode.
"How do you know if you've never tried it?"
He raised his arms above his head and folded his hands behind it. His nipple popped out again, as if to let me know I was on the right path.
"You tryina hop on this dick, aintcha?"
"You offering a ride?"
The look in his eyes was like none I'd seen before. Arousal was there, but so was confusion and a little fear. I pulled into an abandoned strip mall and parked behind the building.
"I will stop any time you ask me to, but I think you will enjoy what's about to happen if you go with the flow."
I cupped his crotch with my hand and the firmness of what was under his shorts let me know I wasn't going to get any rejection just yet. I nuzzled the fuzz on his chest and flicked a tongue across his still exposed nipple. With a moan, he let out the breathe he'd been holding.
Grasping at his shirt and pulling it to the center of his chest to reveal his other nipple, I moved to tweak one while teasing the other with my tongue. His groans let me know I was doing something right. I moved my face into his armpit and inhaled his masculine scent, clouded with Old Spice. Also masculine, though less natural. I like the cleanliness , which is next to horniness not godliness I'll have you know.
When I felt his erection poking me in the stomach I knew it was time to move on to the main event. Not wanting to waste the horniness-and-beer-clouded lack of rejection, I yanked his shorts down and teased his underwear-shrouded cock head. I was right, it was thick but not real long and his Walmart special navy blue boxer briefs showed a big dot of precum leaking from it.
That final piece of clothing was quickly removed, in part to reveal the treasure at the end of his trail and in part because the illfitting and course textured cotton was offending my sense of fashion. Cargo shorts are bad enough, but would a soft stretch poly trunk kill these "straight" boys?
Thoughts of Andrew Christians left my head as a fat cock filled it instead. Chad bucked his hips and pushed it into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around the head. I flicked the back of head and he draw in a sharp breathe.
"I've never gotten head like this before!"
I removed my mouth long enough to reply "You've never gotten head from me before."
Returning to the task at hand, I took my hand and began massaging his taint while continuing to slather his dick with my saliva. I knew he was close, I could feel it in his balls. I pulled away, tempted to see how much further I could take this.
"You think you could help me out? Fair is fair, after all."
