This is a series of short fantasies based on real live vignettes from my life. This happened getting gas downtown just yesterday...my mind raced after the initial exchange and these are the thoughts it birthed.
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I'd underestimated his strength, looking at his short stature, or did I underestimated how much I wanted fucked for the first time?
"You feel me yet bitch?!" the 5'5" African American said, his arm around my neck and his body on top of my 6'2" frame, legs controlling my lower half. I'd imagined he'd been a wrestler before falling upon hard times, the grungy clothing, and empty pockets telling the tail.
30 minutes earlier he approached me at the gas pump, mumbling and stammering like an addict or drunk.
"Excuse me?" I said, looking at him finally.
"You wanna party?" He said, this time clear and with a personable smile, transforming into a human being.
"It's noon on a Tuesday," I said blowing him off, turning and going to the bathroom in the convenience store.
I noticed he was in good shape, even though his clothes looked a little rough. My wife was gone for a week and this scene was straight out of one of my gay chat room role play scenarios.
I felt my cock stir seeing him by the pump, again mumbling not looking at me. I determined to see what he meant.
"Hey, man just need ride to IC, my brother," he said, the mumbling stopped.
"Get in," I said motioning to passenger seat.
"HEYYY!" he said excitedly extending his hand. "Micki"
"Donnie" I said, and he got in clapping his hands.
He yammered for about the first five minutes of the drive down the interstate, just random stuff about no work, his sister and why his brother still talks to him.
"Hey, I got no money," Micki said. "You want your dick sucked?"
"What makes you think that?" I said in a coy manner, because I did want my dick sucked.
"You tight-assed married guys all want it," he said seriously and moved towards me, his hand reaching into my lap. "Yeah, I thought so..."
Using both hands he unbuttoned me, and moved his face to my swollen cock. He was experienced, diving into my cock, it's modest length no match for his expert tongue, lips, and throat, pushing down fast. He ran a hand under my balls and was rubbing my taint, finding my hole while I lifted my hips up off the seat.
I moaned, keeping my eyes close and semi-on the road, the first mouth of a man on my cock.
"Ohhhh, Micki....Ohhhhhh"
He moved off of me, smiled and looked up.
"You like that don't you..." He said scanning the interstate, his hand now on my cock stroking it faster. "Take the next exit and follow the county road for a mile."
His hands were softer than I'd imagined, the rush of orgasm flirting forward, the cool air from his saliva evaporating off my velvety flesh.