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I work at a parking garage, and I work the midnight to eight shift. We get all types of people parking in our garage, and I have fun picking the ones I’d like to fuck. The best are the military guys that come in. I can tell they are military by their haircuts and the base parking permits on their windshields.
Because of our close proximity to the airport, the guys who come in usually have time to spare before their flights. One night this hot army guy came in. I guessed he was headed somewhere warm as he only had on shorts, a bright, tight white tee shirt, and sneakers. He confirmed my suspicion, and told me he was meeting some buddies at the airport, and they were flying off to Cabo for two weeks. I told him he looked pretty pale, and that he needed to be sure and use sun block. He smiled sheepishly, and confessed that he was nervous because this would be his first flight ever.
“Ever?” I asked surprised. “Didn’t you even fly to get to your boot camp?”
“Nope,” he assured me. “I took the train. I don’t like flying.”
“But if you’ve never flown, how do you know you don’t like it? I’ve flown many times, and I love it.”
“I guess I just don’t like the idea of having a long fall before I die.”
Now, this guy was a major hunk; muscles everywhere I looked. And believe me, I looked. His face was not just handsome, it was stunning. Crystal clear eyes of sky blue with a dark blue ring around the iris, black lashes and thick, shiny, black hair cut in a close crop adorned his amazing face. His pert nipples stood out in sharp relief against his tee, and his broad thick pecs stretched the cotton fabric to its max. Below he had a stomach ripped so tight I could count the six pack from my position outside his pickup truck. He was probably only around twenty years old. His muscular thighs emerged from his shorts, and his cock and balls filled every available inch of the crotch. His skin was smooth, and for the most part hairless. Because of this, and he had a very slight almond shape to his sparkling eyes, I wondered if he might be part Asian.
Who would have guessed that such a stud would be afraid of anything?
I smiled at him and joked that if it were up to me, I would be able to relax his nerves.
He looked surprised and hopeful. “How?” he asked.
I looked him directly in his astounding eyes, “Well, I’m at work, I probably shouldn’t say.”
He thought for a second, and then a look of understanding came over his face.
“Would you really do that for me?”
I was shocked. I’d bet that guy could get sex any day any place, and he was wondering if I’d really get him off?
“I don’t joke about such things,” I told him with a big smile on my face. “If you’ve got the time before your flight, I’d be glad to help you out.”
I could see the tension fade from his face, some of his color came back too.
“Yeah, I have plenty of time,” he assured me.
I called another of the employees to the ticket booth. I told him that this guy was a friend, and I wanted to chat with him before he left. My coworker agreed, and I jumped in the guy’s pickup and directed him to a part of the garage where the cameras couldn’t see. However, I’d have loved to have had the whole thing on video to watch a million times over. You’ll read why soon.
As we drove, he told me his name was Bobby, not Bob, Bobby, and that he was from Kansas. He was a farm boy who’d joined the army to get out of Kansas, and was now stationed here in the Northwest.
I asked him if he was gay. He said that he wasn’t but that it didn’t bother him that I was.
“Have you ever had a blow job from a guy?” I asked him.
He blushed and admitted he had. “My cousin would come and work on our farm every summer. He and I’d sleep in the barn, and he sucked me off a few times. This is when we were both just starting high school.”
“But you liked it?”
“Hell, yeah. I loved it. I’ve had head from some girls, but they just don’t do it as good.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Girls don’t know how to give great head.”
We parked and before I could suggest anything he had his tee off and he laid down on the bench seat of his truck, one leg on my lap the other behind me. Damn, this guy was hot! I slid my hands over his broad meaty chest, sucked and pinched his nipples, and ran my tongue down the middle of his abs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on this guy, and by the time my tongue filled his navel his cock was hard and sticking out of the waistband of his shorts. The head was fat and dark purple. He was cut, and as I pulled his shorts down his cock popped up to greet me. He was around ten inches long, and a good thickness without being too big to take into my mouth.
“Damn, Bobby, great cock!”
“Thanks,” he said. “My cousin never complained, but the girls always do. “It’s too big,”” he said in a funny falsetto voice.
“No fucking way, Bobby. It’s perfect.” I said, and then took the fat head into my hungry mouth.
“FUCK!” he said.
Slowly I took his entire length into my mouth and throat. His skin was hot as my nose pressed through his dense pubes.
“Fuck, yeah,” he exclaimed. “I’ll fly everyday if you’ll do this for me before each flight.”
Within a minute or two his cock started to flow with pre cum. I jerked him with one hand and massaged his balls with the other while my mouth sucked him.
“That’s fucking amazing,” he said. “Ah, fuck, I think I’m gonna cum.”
I stuck the tip of my finger into his hole to keep him going and pulled his cock to my mouth just as he erupted. Hot, sharp blasts of cum burst into my mouth. Bobby reached down and pulled my finger deeper into his asshole. I felt his cock swell and continue to flood me with semen. It was thick, hot, and almost sweet. Kansas farm boy cum was great stuff I decided.
When the torrent of his climax began to slow, I pulled my finger free, and Bobby moaned his disappointment as his smooth chest rose and fell trying to catch his breath. I milked his thick, long cock until I had every drop of cum I could get.
“Damn, that was in-fucking-credible,” Bobby said.
I rubbed his stomach and chest as he came down from the sexual mountain he had just climbed.
Bobby rolled onto his side and asked me to lay next to him, which I did. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and hooked his leg over mine and pulled my crotch to his naked cock. After we had lain like this for a few minutes, he spoke.
“Um,” he said softly and then stopped.
“What?” I asked.
“Um,” he began again, and then stopped.
“It’s okay, Bobby,” I said. “Ask me whatever you want. I don’t embarrass easily, and nothing you could say will shock me.”
“When I come back, can I fuck you?” he blurted out as if he’d freeze up if he didn’t get it out.
“Are you serious?”
“Never mind,” he said. “I was dumb to ask.”
“No, it was great that you asked.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I love it if you’d fuck me. Just not in the truck in the garage. If we’re gonna do that I want room for us to move and shout, and be private.”
He pulled his face back from mine. “Are you serious, can we?”
“Yes, we can. I can hardly wait to have your hot cock in me.”
He started to speak, but I stopped him.
“Yes, Bobby, I can take it all. Don’t even worry about it.”
He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
We lay together for about ten minutes, and then I had to excuse myself. I had to get back to work before my coworker had a fit.
Next time, I’ll tell you about what happened when Bobby got back from his trip.
Written by Stephen Locklear © 2013
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