So there I was, leadfooting it back to town to meet a pal, when the car began to act peculiar in the middle of the Patullo Bridge, hesitating, slowing, picking up speed, then losing it. Looking in the rear view mirror, I see a guy in a battered pick-up truck right on my ass and looking, I thought, pretty irritated. Across the bridge and about a mile further on, the car stopped altogether.
When I pulled over to the side, the truck passed me -the driver giving me a hard look as he went. I had no clue what was wrong, so I just looked back and shrugged. To my surprise, he pulled over ahead of me and got out. By this time I was out of my car and had the hood up. Striding back to my car, he asked me if I knew what was wrong. I had no clue and said so.
He leaned in over the engine, running big hands lightly over the hoses and battery terminals trying them for a tight connection.
"Get in and turn it over" he said. I did, but it wouldn't start, just produced a useless clicking noise.
"I've got something back at my place that I think might get you going, I'm just a couple miles up the road. Do you want to leave it and come along?" He asked.
This guy was maybe in his late thirties, early forties, with short curly brown hair flecked with grey. He was wearing work-dirty shorts and boots with a torn tank top that showcased his hard muscular frame. He appeared to be an easy-going sort, sporting a brush moustache, a couple days growth of beard, with grey eyes under dark bushy eyebrows. He gave me a slow smile as he suggested I come along with him. I figured at the least I could phone the automobile club from his place. Besides, that smile was kind of intriguing -and car trouble or no, I always was a sucker for a nice smile.
We pulled into his driveway, and right into the garage. He leaned back and looked at me squarely. "I got the idea the minute I looked at you, that you'd be a reasonable guy when it comes to having a good time."
I looked blank, (but thought furiously, "By god, you got that right!)
"Well," he went on, "I'm pretty straight, I mean I've got a wife and kid and a mortgage, the whole nine yards, but once in a while I meet a guy that turns my crank, like you're doin' now. I go for a guy that looks like he might know what's what. And I think you do. My old lady won't be home from work for a couple hours, so what do you say to a little playtime in the meantime?" And he gave me another slow smile, and ran his hand over the bulge in his shorts.
When I smiled back he slid a big hand behind my head, pulling me closer and between flicks of his tongue, nibbled at my moustache and beard.
"Ah," he muttered, "I like a hairy face once in a while" Pushing my lips apart with his tongue, we kissed -long and hot and wet, as he unbuttoned my shirt with his free hand, the other firmly on the back of my neck. "C'mon," he said, "let's go in, I don't like to fuck around in my truck or the wife's bed -she's got the kinda nose that knows when there's strange sweat around," adding -"we can use my pool room, she never goes in there, I'll let you take first break on the balls, you can even have first go with the stick, Har har, but we ain't gonna be playin' pool."
Inside, our tongues wrestle in a pool of hot saliva, kissing and licking, ears, noses, lips, eyebrows, chins, too, every part that would fit in our mouths, the whole shittaree. Finally after what seemed a long but fantastically enjoyable time, our faces covered with kiss-drool, he came up for air and panted, "C'mon man, suck on my dick" he jumped on the pool table and grunted "I'm so damn horny, gimme some head will ya!" as he ripped open the button fly of his shorts. His great cock sprang out, lengthening and twitching as it came.
Dark and thick, about the diameter of a coke can but longer, heavily corded with twisting veins pulsing with hot blood, it spilled out over his big sweaty balls, the wide crimson cockhead swelling as it pushed out a runny drip of glistening precum. Giving him another slurping kiss, I slide down to get at the throbbing steamy tool. I just get my lips around it when he pulls me up by the hair and plunges his tongue deep in my mouth again.
"Man oh man," he sighed, "This is just what I've been needing! Hey guy," he muttered , "can you take it down your throat?" Thinking to myself I'd sure as hell give it my best shot, I bit his lip lightly and dragging my tongue down his muscular chest, chomped briefly on his tit. "JESUS!" he says -"That's great! use your fuckin teeth! It's okay, it's okay, I love it!"
But just now I got cock on the brain and think to myself "I'll get back to this later" and get my mouth back to the main event. I'd never been much good at deep-throating a really big dick, but this time, for this guy, I really want to give him whatever he wants. I sighed with pleasure as I opened wide and went to work on his terrific dick, the greatest enjoyment machine ever invented.
I lick his knob -smearing the precum all over it, I jab my tongue into his surprisingly large pissslit. It goes in about an inch, this drives me nuts and I fuck that slit with my tongue till my jaw hurts. All the while he's moaning "Oh man, do it to me man, stay on it, that's great! Just great! When I can't keep this up any longer I slide my lips down over his mushroom knob and along the shaft as far as I can take it.
Wrapping my tongue around as much of the shaft as I can, I suck to the max all the way up, and on the way down I take soft bites, licking and nibbling at the pulsing veins. This great dick is twitching in my mouth and I'm loving every inch of it. Sliding up and down, I use all the suction I can lay on. All the way up -and all the way down my lips are clamped tight, 'm on that dick like a limpet -each time I get my nose close to his cunthair I take a deep breath and try to make a push to get that big head past my gag reflex.
"C'mon guy, you can do it" he says. I'm not so sure, but inhaling the hot cumsmell of his crotch I know I sure as hell want to After a few strokes there's plenty of saliva on his dick and I slip down further and further each time. Finally I take a real deep breath and go for it. I get to the gag point and give it everything I got. A grunt and another push and he's in. I got his knob in my throat! I can feel the throat start to spasm and try to relax so I can slide it further in. His big hands are around my throat, lightly, but firmly. When I get set for a push, he opens his thumbs just enough so he can feel his dick slide down my throat. "Good man" he says, "just take it easy and let me work it now."
