The Breakdown

Last summer I was coming home from teaaching an AIDS certification class for some beauticians in a rural town called Chiefland here in north central Florida. I live in Gainesville and that is the home base for the local AIDS network where I volunteer. As an educator, I get to teach the things people need to know for their licenses. I teach hairdressers to doctors and nurses to teachers. Well, this was a night class. I had to be there at 6 p.m. to teach the four hour class. It was a long uneventful class and the women were kind and attentive, but it was still a bit boring. I couldn't wait to get home and take my clothes off and just veg in front of the t.v. and maybe jack off or something. Well, as usual, there are questions and stories told after the class broke at 10 p.m. and I didn't get to leave Cheifland until quarter to eleven. It had been a long day and I was ready to go home. I was on my way home and turning onto state road 26 at Trenton thinking about all those young cowboys I had seen and how they were just a feast for the eyes when my car just stopped. No power, the steerinng was hard and the brakes, but I managed to coast into the Lil Champ convenience store. I tried starting the car, but it wouldn't turn over. I popped the hood and checked some wires and stuff, but nothing worked. So, I got on my cell phone for the AAA to come tow me in. I was glad I had the plus because I was about 50 miles out of town. They advised me it would take about an hour or so since the guy was on another call. "Great! Shit!", was all I thought. I wanted to get home and since Trenton was a small town, the locals had little entertainment and hung out at the Lil Champ. Well, as I sat there I figured it could be worse, I was getting an eyeful of fime young men to fantasize about. But I had to stop since I was getting a hard on and I didn't want to have it showing when I got out of the car. About 15 minutes went by when I noticed a guy getting out of a car on the side street. He was a rally masculine looking guy. He had on those uniform blues which could be for a mechanic, a diaper delivery guy a carpet cleaning guy. He was about 5' 8". I like'em a bit shorter than me. Black hair and electric green eyes and he was a bit tanned. I could also see that the shirt was a bit tight on him as were the pants and he had a mighty fine package. I thought I wouldn't mind going home with him. He walked into the store, got something cold to drink. He walked by looking at me and the car and then got in his car and drove off. Well, if my car worked I would have followed him right then and there! But, I had to wait for the tow truck. Ten minutes later I see a tow truck coming up and I am really glad that this time the AAA didn;t underestimate the time. I got out of the car and the thoughts of that black haired man were out of mind. I reached into my back pocket for the wallet and the AAA card. When I looked up, there he was! The black haired man! I stammered, "Are you the towing guy?" "Yeah, I wanted to see what I was in for before I got here. It's late and I didn't want to have to tow some family with some crying kids wothout a few aspirin." "Oh, I was wondering why you were looking at me when you left the store." He proceeded to get the car chained to pull onto the Jerr-Dan car carrier. And I let him work while I watched insilence. I was trying to remember everything about him and trying not to get hard. I thought if I said one word it would break the moment. He pulled the car up on the bed and settled the bed down and opened the dorr on the pasenger's side. He stood there and I didn't move. "You coming? Or you got a ride?," he asked. "Oh, sorry I was lost in thought." I quickly sprinted to the door and climbed inside. He got in and looked at the card and wrote down some things on a pad. He asked me where itr was going and if I needed a ride home or was someone going to pick me up at the shop or what. I said, that I needed to be dropped off at home. I was giddy. I was sitting next to this guy. I could smell the mild musk of a man after he has worked and isn't dirty, but it's not like he stepped out of the shower either. I was in heaven, 50 miles to Gainesville and then home as well with this guy. I was shaken out of the reverie by the lurch of the truck going into gear. "I'm sorry for gatting you out this late and having to come back into Trenton. You'll be awefully tired and I'm sure your wife will be mad that you had to go out." I was on a fishing trip. "Oh, it's okay, I ain't married." "well, then your girlfriend might be mad at me." "Hell, she probably would be!" I was crushed at the thought and I envied her laying next to this man. "Well," he continued. "She would be if she didn't get mad at me first a couple months back and leave." "Oh, I'm sorry." No need to be, she was a real bitch most of the time. But I do miss the sex! So, what're you doing out here this late in the middle of the week?" "Oh, I was teching a class for some hairdressers in Cheifland." "What sort of class?" I was afraid of that question coming up. "Well, I tech them about AIDS and HIV so they can get their licenses." "Oh." Then there was a long pause. "So, you mist know a lot about sex, huh?" "Yeah, I a veritible wealth of information and statistics." Well, we talked about things and he told me his girlfriend left him because of two things. One he was always horny and wanted sex a lot, sometimes four or five times a night and then again the next night and the next and so on. I was getting a boner right then and there. The second thing was that when she wouldn't oblige him he would go out and visit the local bar with his single friends and she always thought he was going after hookers, which he wasn't. We talked about sex. He said he liked to jack off a lot, especially since she didn't give him as much as he wanted. And of course now, since he was single again. I told him a nice looking guy like him wouldn't be single for long. But he said he sort of had it with women and their bullshitting. But the urges were too strong and he'd find another one someday soon. I tried an opening. I asked him, "You like getting blow jobs don't you?" "Yeah! How'd you know?" "Oh, I have a degree in psychology. And I bet she didn't like to give you head." "Damn straight on that! Maybe once a week." "And I know you wanted to cum in her mouth and she wouldn't let you." "Damn you're good! Once I did 'cause I thought she was kidding about it and she barfed up dinner all over me and the bed! What a mess! We didn't screw for a week she was so mad." "Well, most women don't like to give head. And only 1 out of a hundred'll let you cum in their mouth if they do give yo a blow job." "I know, I seem to get the one's who don't" "Now see, the problem is men know what they like and women know what they like, but we don't really know what the other one likes. You know what I mean? Men can satisfy men better than women can." "I guess you're sort of right. I mean I used to like jacking off with my high school buddies and stuff. We thought it was neat and seeing all that cum flying around was great, a real turn on. When I told my girlfriends about it, they would tell me I was sick or something like that. They didn't understand." "Well, I do. Heck even when I had a significant other I would still jack off a couple times a day. I liked cumming and cumming a lot." "You and I have a lot in common. So, what about your wife or girlfriend?" "Oh, no wife or girlfriend. To be honest, I like guys. I tried girls. but it was a hollow feeling." Well, he was quiet again. We rode the next few miles insilence. I was thinking how I blew it. He just stared ahead and drove. Then he asked me a question. "So, you give guys blow jobs?" "Yeah, and other things as well" "Hmmmm. It's cool, to each his own. I did it with a friend of mine when I was 15 and it was pretty damn good. But just that once." "Oh, didn't you like it, or didn't he like it?" "Oh, that was the trouble, I liked it and I think he liked it too and we were afraid of being gay." "Well, you could have been bi, yo know?" "Never thought about it." Well, he changed the subject and we talked about all sorts of things into town. I directed him to the car dealership and he dropped the car off. I filled out the night depository information card and dropped it with the key into the envelope slot. I got back into the truck so he could drive me home. I looked at my watch and it was 12:30 a.m. "Rick," we had exchanged names. "I'm really sorry that you have to go into work tomorrow and you'll be tired. It'll be 2 before you get home" "No problem, I own the repair shop. I can come in anytime I want" "So, why are you driving the tow truck?" Well, there's no one home and I like getting out, yo know." "Well, I want to thank you for this. I was going to give yo a tip, but I have no money in my wallet. So, I was thinking about you giving me a tip." "What? I don't understand." "I placed my hand on his thigh and started rubbing it. "Give me the tip of your dick. I'll give yo a blow job to remember and I'll let you come in my mouth if you want." I know there is a risk in doing this, but I was prepared as best as I could be. Well, I, uh, well....." I put my hand on his crotch and felt his cock getting harder. The windows were tinted and there wasn't anyone around I explained to him. So, I un-buckled his belt and un fastened his pants and pulled the zipper down. He just whipped the pants and undeerwear down to the floorboard and I open3ed his shirt. I started to lick and suck on his nipples. First the right one, then the left and back and forth. I fondled his rigid cock and balls. He wa sort of hairy in the chest, but not too hairy on his nuts and around his cock. I started to tongue him down toward his pubs and I could smell that muskiness of manscent. I looked at his cock which was a bit more than average in length and nicely round with a definite curve to the left and up. The precum was dripping off the head and reflected the lights from the radio and dashboard. His cock bounced with his heart beat. "You use your right hand to jack off with don't you?" "Yeah, he whispered throustily. How can you tell?" "By the curve. There's a real thesis at the university about jacking off and curvature of the dick." He was moaning softly. I licked the head of his cock. I ran my tongue into the slit and I started to rim the head of his cock and under the ridge. He was in ecstacy and so was I. I unzipped my pants and let my cock out for some hand action. I was moving my mouth up and down his cock, slowly taking in the whole of it which was near my limit of deep throsting. His moaning and deep exhaling were an aphrodesiac. I was so lubbed with pre cum that I had hardly any friction to jack off with. I kept bobbing my head upo and down at various rates and wrapping my toungue around his cock and cockhead and he finally said he was going to shoot. I kept going at it and then I felt the first cum shot hit the roof of my mouth and I tasted the salty-sweet fluid. Man was he a pumper. I have a fetish about counting spurts. I was counting inmy head now, one..two..three, then six..seven...eight..nine! Wow, I couldn't believe this! The last one was number twelve. I sucked of his head which was very sensative and sat up. He looked at me and saw some cum dribbling down the corners of my mouth and smiled and wiped them away with his finger which he put in his mouth and sucked. Then while he was watching, I made an exaggerated effort to show him I was swallowing. "Oh, man! That was the best head I have ever gotten! I mean, well..." "No need to put it into words. I liked doing it." "He looked at my cock and asked me if I had cum yet. I told him that I hadn't. He pushed me back into the seat and started to jack me off. It was a great experience. He had a few minor calluses which heightened the feeling and then I shot a load. Boy did I shoot! I don't usually get log distances or amounts, but I hit the roof twice and shot six more times and it was great. Then he did the strangest thing. He scooped upp the cum off my pants and had me lick his fingers and he licked his fingers, too. Then with the taste of cum from me and him in my mouth. He kissed me. A long tongue probing kiss. which was very sensual. Then he sat back and pulled his boxers and pants up. "Okay, so how do we get to your house?" I directed him to the house and I really didn't want it to end. I was still very horny. So, I invited him inside. I told him he could stay here the night, separate beds if he felt better about it. He came inside and asked for a beer. We sat on the couch for a few minutes and then he said he was beat. He asked which room was my bedroom and which was the guest room. I pointed to it down the hall while I put the bottles in the sink. As I walked down the hall I noticed the light go on in my bedroom. I walked in the door and there he was taking his clothes off. What happened next is another story.