Many years ago, I had car trouble. A young man stopped to help. After I got it fixed, I invited him home to relax with a few beers. Little did I know he was gay (bi?). After a few beers, he asked me if I wanted a blow job! (blow job! Where did this come from!?) Of course, after a few beers, a blow job sounded like just the ticket. At first I didn't say yes or even no, I just let him talk his way into my pants, which, obviously,I wanted and he did.( Yes, I saw him sneak a few looks at my crotch, but, what the hell, 5 inch soft is difficult to hide). He asked me to stand in front of him so he could un-do my zipper, to which I readily complied (at this time in my life I often fantasized having a guy blow me, and here he was, a guy wanting to do just that). By now I was all of 7 plus inches of hard dick waiting for relief. He told me to sit on the couch and slide back, as he wanted to massage my nuts while giving me head. OH MAN, OH MY GOD!! He went to town on me! Words cannot tell you how good he did sucking my cock! As time went on, I tried to warn him of my impending orgasam , but I think that my bucking and thrusting deeper into his mouth may have gotten the better of him. The next thing I knew, I was shooting jets of cum down his throat, and he was gagging to keep up. To this day, best blow job EVER! Can you top this? When he finished me, he paid me a compliment by saying that I had nothing to be ashamed of. Not sure if it was because I came so hard he couldn't keep up, or I was larger than what he originally thought he'd find down there. Either way, I wish I could do this over again. And again,and again etc. I'm hard just thinking about this.
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