Tall, dark and handsome….sounds to good to be true….such a cliché hey!
Well he was tall, taller than me anyway with that dirty blonde hair and about 5’11”. Wedding ring on the finger, wearing shorts and looks about 38 years old. Nice amount of hair on his chest, just enough to make life interesting [especially if you blow you spunk onto it]. He had a rough body. The type that was once chiselled but now needs some work to take it back to that magnificent toned condition. But I liked him. Tradey look, unshaven, dishevelled. Runners legs and not shaved, I was in seventh heaven.
He caught me looking him up and down and just smiled back; I went red all over. I was embarrassed. Caught in my fantasy of wanting him to want me, to take me to places I’ve hardly ever been. Why the supermarket for bloody sake? Nothing is happening here I think to my self. I ride a scooter and that is enough to put any hunkie bloke off for starters [only bloody girls ride scooters after all], but today must have been my lucky day…there is a god afterall……
He gives me the eye a couple of times and I’m sweating it now. Bloody rushing through my veins, cock getting harder…pulse is high….breathing heavy. Just let it happen I tell my self. Let it all go and go with the flow. Yeah him flowing all over me, thick cum and steamy hot…yum…
I leave with my couple of groceries and he seems to be following me with more than a few groceries. Next thing I hear a crash to the ground and turn to see him lose a couple of bags and pasta sauce spreading across the cement. I go to his assistance. He smiles that deadly smile, big cheesy grin [I wonder what else is cheesy..]. Caught in a moment of trying to hold plastic bags that are full and knowing full well that if you move to quickly one could lose more and end up with all the glass jars broken.
I gather together the contents of the smashed stuff and shove it in the bag which is still fairly together. He says ‘mate, you wouldn’t mind carrying that for me would you? I’m just around the corner..’
‘Sure, I wouldn’t mind that at all’, with my heart almost leaping out of my chest.
I should have known. Bloody surfy guy. We get around the corner and he has a VW transporter and diesel. Love it. Go the diesel….good choice I think to myself. And yes you got it; I end up in the back of that transporter. Do you know how big those things are? Huge, just like his cock.
It’s boring to tell all the little chit chat that got me into that van. But a good chat about diesel and VW’s is a start. Next thing I’m in the back looking at how the seats move around and fold down etc. VW are good at building this type of thing.
“Grab hold of the seat just there mate”. I don’t get it what he means and look confusingly at him.
“There mate, pointing to the top of the seat”. I do as I say, thinking that I’ll see more about this vehicle. But he shuts the door and moves quickly behind me.
A moment of fear, of being raped and left in the gutter washes over me.
He is right behind me, wraps his strong muscled arms around my body and pushes against me.
All I feel is his chest pushing into my mid back and a huge bulge. My heart is pounding.
He grabs my cock through my jeans. I’m hard as. His quick movement pulls down my jeans to expose my cock. He breathes heavily in my right ear. I melt. Then he feel his big cock against [when the hell did his pants come off I think to myself]. He is rubbing his thick cock against my arse crack. The feeling I have is so strong that I want to blow then and there.
His hands are big and he goes down and up to spread my hole. Oh yeah man, more of that.
‘I’m nearly cuming’ I say.
I reach for his cock. It is huge. Big knob. Oh yeah… and his cock is also huge under his enormous balls. Not all guys are built like this. Where that big muscle comes up from underneath and pushes their massive cock out and up, while the balls are swaying in the air.
And uncut….
I’m going to feint soon…I cannot take too much of this. Apart from the risk of being in a car park, it is the ‘did anyone see us get in here?’. ‘Are there curtains all around?” to late I cried as he pushes his cock into my wet hole.
‘Uuuggghghh…oh man, oh yeah’. Holy f*#k I cry.
“You like that?’. He obviously does not see the smile on my face.
Remember I said about my fear of being raped?
Well this is pretty close and I like it.
He spreads my legs wider.
I cannot believe that his balls start to slap my arse. He stops. I breathe again.
Then that slow thrusting that makes me smile even harder. Then the point of total relaxation of ‘you can pump me hard now dude’.
He does. Not second thoughts here.
I love a man that makes some noise. A bit of grunting while thrusting into a wet hole never killed anyone. Well almost…..nah, I’m not complaining.
Without warning he blows. And blows. I don’t bare back, but this one I did. His cum fills me. Hot. Sticky. His breathing is heavy. I look around and he smiles back.
We stay in this position a bit and then he pulls out and still thick. His knob is wet
He pulls his pants on as do I.
There is nothing to say. I don’t ask for a name or a number. I get dressed and leave.
The sky is cloudy but I’m smiling, so much so that a couple of people look at me as if I’m on a high…well I guess they are right!!