He was all business at first. He got the necessary information from me - AAA card and ID for proof. I noticed he would pause and adjust the front of his trousers, rub his crotch as he filled out the paperwork on his clipboard.
Unsure about his sexual preferences I asked him timidly at first, "You know where we are right?"
"Yes," he answered matter of factly, "I have the address."
"I mean you know why men come here? I asked.
"Yeah," he said and grasped his crotch again. "You had any action yet?
I grinned at him. "Yes some," I said.
"I thought so," he replied. "Your face is wet and there's some stain on your shirt."
"Oh," I wiped at my face and felt my shirt with my other hand.
"Yeah and your breath smells like cum," he said massaging the lump that had grown in his pants. "Suck me," he said as he pulled out a nice, long, thick rod and stroked it, rolling his foreskin back to expose a wet knob end.
I replaced his hand with mine and guided his joystick to my face. I licked the head, swirled my tongue around it and took his mushroom crown between my lips.
"Umnh yeah," he grunted. "Suck me good."
He tasted delicious, a mixture of pre-cum, slight tang of salt, and he smelled a bit sweaty in his work pants.
I sucked, licked, moved my head back and forth, reached into his open fly to cup his balls and worked his cock head to my throat. |