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Monsoons and memories. I am adjusting to and enjoying that scattered thundershowers here in SE AZ. Thankfully it's not the flash flood threats I remember from tx. I recall biking in the montrose area when one of the storms arrived. As it began I had little time to search for cover.. There was a guy standing at his garage. He motioned called out to me and motioned me in. I was a familiar face, biking frequently thru the neighborhood. " I think it's gonna be a quick but hard one". He said as I swung, already wetter than I'd like He stepped inside to grab a hand towel for me.. I stood, still straddling my bike...the sky had let loose. It was now pouring. "Thanks, it's really coming down . I would have been soaked". We stood there in silence. The rain continued to pour. " I see you bike thru the neighborhood occasionally." He said trying to break the silence. " it's a great neighborhood, older. Wider streets. The intersections aren't treacherous..... And I'm guessing mostly friendly. However this is my first time to stop for more than a stop sign. ". More silence. The rain was stopping. I think I saw him grope himself. " looks like it's stopping.." " hey man I really appreciate it... Um my name is Jim, by the way"... I reached out my hand to shake. " john... So this is kinda awakward, but the rain makes me horny. And ...well... You are a really hot guy. And we'll ... Um... I'd love to suck you dick before you go..." " I was stunned. He moved closer " should I close the garage? " I think I was a bit paralyzed . Without skipping a beat he pressed the remote. "I will take that as a yes." I was still straddling my bike, his hand reached out to my crotch. My cock had already began growing from the spontaneous moment. I repositioned myself so as to not fall over as he struggled to release my cock from my shorts an athletic sporting brief. Freedom. His hand jacked my cock a few times before his head went closer. Within seconds his mouth was slowly working magic on my cock. He made sounds as if he were eating the most tasty satisfying meal of his life. Almost as if he was starving. The skill and enthuasim he was sucking me convinced me he was indeed savoring , and perhaps starving. Needless to say, it only took a moment more before I was unloading into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Still making very satisfied sounds... Eventually he released my spent cock from his mouth, stood upright, licked his lips, "Thanks for that". I'd tucked my cock back into my shorts. Recovering. He pressed the remote. " see ya around" he said, dismissing me. I rode away, still a little stunned, and perhaps growing hard again, reflecting on what had just happened. I later learned John often serviced guys in the garage... I too returned a few times. |
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Now that is what a garage is made for. I never knew until now. LOL!
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7/17/2015 7:40 pm |
I have to move up to the loft... I hate having the horses watch me..........
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