It was a hot, muggy afternoon and I saw the guy from the apartment next door out in the parking lot washing his truck. I figured he could use something wet and cold so I got a couple of Cokes from the frige and went down to shoot the breeze with him. I helped him finish up the truck and when we were through he asked me if I wanted to take a drive out in the country and get some dinner at a place he knew. His wife was away at her mom's and he said he hated eating alone.
We had a great time driving along the back roads and ate a wonderful diner at this really rustic sort of inn. I guess we kind of lingered over dinner because it was already dark when we left to go back. About ten or fifteen miles after we started the lights on the truck began to flicker and then went out altogether. Rusty managed to get us off the road but it was a close one as we saw when we dug the flashlight out of the glove box and went to check under the hood. We'd very nearly run into a big tree.
"Well," Rusty said after he'd poked around under the hood, "it's the wiring and a fuse. I guess I could fix the wiring but there's not another fuse. Unless you want to walk thirty miles home I'd say we're here for the night. I'm really sorry, Greg."
I opted for spending the night so we climbed into the cab and made ourselves as comfortable as we could sitting up. We talked for a while and it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to sex. Rusty told me a long story about one time in the navy when he and two other sailors ended up in a bed with three women and as I could tell he was exciting himself, just by the way his voice sounded. It was way too dark to see but I made a bet with myself that he had a hard-on. After a while I knew I'd won the bet when he said, "We gotta stop talking like this. I've got a boner cramped up down here that's killing me."
I said I had one too and if he didn't stop I was going to have to let it out and jack off. He laughed and said to go ahead if I wanted and maybe he would too. We popped the buttons on our jeans about the same time. When we started he asked me if I liked to do it fast or slow. I said slow, sometimes I could make it last a long, long time. He said he liked that too but when I said sometimes I even dozed off a little while I was doing it he said he couldn't do that. He said his record was a couple of hours but he'd been awake the whole time.
Well, we sat there playing with our dicks for a long time and telling each other how good it felt. After a while I did begin to doze a little and without thinking I kind of laid my head on Rusty's shoulder. He didn't move away so I stayed there feeling his arm move as he played with his dick. After a while he switched to his left hand and put his right arm around my shoulders. "Go ahead and sleep if that's what you want to do," he said.
I didn't really sleep and I don't know if I meant it to happen but my head slowly slipped off his shoulder and my cheek slid down his chest until my head was resting in his lap. He was holding on to his dick but his hand was still and I wondered if he had dozed off too. Then he moved a little and I felt something brush against my nose and come to rest on my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in. I didn't suck on it though, I just let it rest on my tongue. I know I dozed off a few times but it was always there when I woke, not exactly hard but not soft, either.
Sometime, I don't know when, Rusty took my dick in his hand and held it.
or It was just starting to get light when Rusty began to groan and his dick grew really hard. I slipped down on it, clear to the base, and he came. He let out three or four shots before he hunched up in the seat and let me know he wanted me to help him make it last. I pulled back on him and wiped my tongue all around the head, especially on the underside where it feels so good on me and he shot off three or more times. He began stroking my cock with his fist and it only took a few times before I came in his hand.
When it was all over and we were buttoned up Rusty said he thought it was light enough so he started the truck and we took off.
After about five minutes he looked over at me and said, "This never happened, Greg. And it never will again."
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry for that, but I know."
There. I've told the story. Now maybe I can forget it too.
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