I sat there silently. After a while Ken said. "That must have been something to see."
I managed to empty my shot glass and stand up. I had to put one hand on my chair to stand straight. Ken helped me to the bathroom and then led me to his car. My car could stay parked overnight, I would have to walk back the next day to get it. He drove me home through snowy streets. I was glad not to be walking.
Parked outside my building he talked to me about Silvi. He repeated some of the things that Silvi had said about me at work. Some I had heard before, some were new. I contemplated how much I missed Silvi as I looked out the window at the snow on the trees.
He kept expressing his opinion of my relationship with Silvi and all the drama that it had caused at work. I closed my eyes to rest for a moment. I lost track of time as he talked on. I was aware of him leaning over me, he was looking for something on the passenger side. He felt around my pants. I felt my jacket being opened and my shirt lifted. He asked me to lift my hips. I must have sat on something when I entered the car. I lifted my hips. I felt a tug on my pants. I lowered my hips and felt the cool vinyl of the car seat against my flesh.
His head was between my legs, and he lifted my soft dick into his mouth. His lips were pulling on it with a gentle suction and as soon as it became semi-hard I could feel his tongue moving. After a minute of him raising and lowering his head I was fully hard. I heard a cold wind blowing outside and wet licking sounds.
I put my hands on his shoulders. I was going to pull him off of me, but I couldn't stop. Why couldn't Silvi suck my dick like this? It had been so long. After tensely holding his shoulders, I relaxed my grip and looked out the window and imagined Silvi was sucking my dick. Ken kept moving up and down with his lips tight on my shaft. He didn't pause and give me a chance to change my mind. From the noises he made and his breathing I could tell that he was enjoying himself. I looked down at the top of his head moving up and down. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop.
I reached down and pushed my jeans past my knees so I could open my legs wide. Ken lifted his head, shifted his right hand behind me and lifted his leg onto the driver's seat, so he was face down over my crotch with his left arm resting against the inside of my leg. He lowered his mouth back onto my erection. With both of us better positioned, he was able to push further down my shaft. He moved up and down and took off his mouth and ran his tongue along my shaft. He tongued my head for a while then lowered his mouth taking me all in. A few times he raised and lowered himself so low that he gagged. Then he steadily bobbed his head with shallower movements. I hadn't felt such rhythm and enthusiasm in the last two years. Ken was making small appreciative noises. They reminded me of my first blow job. I moaned.
He paused when I moaned. He flicked his tongue on the edge of my glans, then he lowered his lips along my shaft until I was fully in. I moaned again. He jerked up and down while clasping me tight. I listened to loud wet sounds, to the popping of his lips as air got past the suction. I couldn't hear the wind over his sounds and my own breathing. My drunk dull feeling faded and was replaced with a surging feeling in my cock. He clasped my shaft with his lips, flicked his tongue, and kept up a steady suction, sometimes making a slurping noise. He moved his hand, and I could feel his fingers on my balls even as his head moved steadily. As he sucked and rubbed my balls with his fingertips, I had a long moment of tension where I knew I was about to cum. I was taking short sharp breaths.
Ken started to move slowly as my body tensed up. I gripped his shoulder as my legs flexed and straightened. I felt him slide his fingers below my balls, then farther down. My grip tightened. His fingers pushed farther beneath me until they reached my anus. I whined and grabbed him by the hair with my other hand. My buttocks tightened around his probing fingers. My cock flexed and pumped semen into his throat. He struggled and choked but he stayed on it as I pumped. My hips spasmed as I gasped loudly. I hoped the closed windows of the car would muffle my panting and squeals. Weeks of frustration ended as my dick squirted over and over.
After my dick flexed for the last time, he continued to lick and suck as if he hoped I could cum again. I relaxed my hips as he worked my softening flesh. He kept moving up and down until it became irritating and I pulled at his shoulders to raise his head.
He straightened up and helped me get my pants back on. In an excited tone, he told me what he liked about me, how he had watched me at work. I looked over at him. He was staring back at me as he unbuckled his pants. He moved his jeans down and exposed his large, swollen phallus.
I opened the door, stepped out of the car and stumbled into the winter wind holding my jacket closed.
I saw Ken at work on Monday and practically every day after that. For the whole week he didn't mention what had happened, but when I skipped bowling night, he confronted me the next Monday at work. "Hey man. Why didn't you show up?"
"Sorry Ken. I felt a little uncomfortable. I think we made a mistake."
"No one will know. Don't give up bowling night because of that. We don't have to drink, we can just bowl."
In the following weeks he occasionally came on to me. He offered to help me move to my new apartment. He asked me to go drinking with him. One day he whispered to me that he needed to come to my apartment and talk.
"It's ok Ken. There's nothing to talk about."
Finally, near Christmas, the secretaries at work set me up on a date. I dated Tanya for the next few months. Ken eventually forgot about me.
