Roadside Assistance Leads to Passionate Night

I was within a couple miles of my apartment when I heard the rumble from my left front tire. A flat. What a way to spoil what had been a great day of surfing. I pulled over on a quiet street in Venice. I was out staring at it when I remembered that I'd lent my jack to my neighbor. Damn.

I was trying to decide between walking home or finding help at a service station when a well-worn pickup pulled in front of me. The door opened and a huge guy stepped out. I stood in open mouth awe as he approached my disabled woody.

He was definitely Asian. But, he was really tall. I'm 5'10" and my eyes were just level with his shoulders. He was at least twice my 150 lbs. and it was all muscle. He was wearing a very frayed, tight tank top. It was stretched to the limit by his massive chest and back. Huge plates of pectoral muscles swelled in the front, his wide lats spread to the side, topped by shoulders like bowling balls. His arms seemed as thick as my leg. The biceps and triceps bulged with casual strength as he walked closer. His body tapered to a narrow waist while clearly defined abdominal muscles poked out like islands under his top. Huge flaring thigh muscles, each as thick as his waist caused the fabric of his tight cutoffs to bunch toward his hips.

I suppose I should have been afraid, being approached on a deserted street by such a apparition, but his smiling face offered no menace. His face showed maturity and confidence. He was definitely a man not a boy though I couldn't be certain of his age. He had golden skin that was deeply tanned from its natural shade from long exposure to the Southern California sun.

"Looks like you have a problem," he said in deep, unaccented voice as he neared my car.

"Yes. A flat and I lent my neighbor my jack. Can I borrow yours?"

"I don't use one, but I think I can help you. Do you have a good spare?"

"Sure, but without the jack handle we couldn't even remove the lug nuts. Could you take me to a service station?"

"Don't worry. Set the parking brake and get the spare. I'll take care of this."

He pried off the hubcap with his fingers. He then gripped the first nut with his thumb and two fingers. As he applied pressure I saw the muscles and tendons in his arm leap into stark relief. With a screech of metal on metal the nut rotated half a turn. He backed it off and moved to the next as I went to do what he requested.

When I returned, rolling the tire to the left front wheel, he was just removing the last nut that he tossed into the hubcap with a clink. "What now?"

"Just watch." He walked around the front of the station wagon, bending his knees to grip the bumper where it attached to the frame on either side. With a mighty surge that expanded his thigh, arm and back muscles, he lifted the front clear of the ground. "Switch the wheels and replace the nuts finger-tight," he directed.

It took me four or five minutes while he held the vehicle steady the whole time. "I'm done," I announced. He lowered the front slowly to the ground.

He went around to the wheel and tightened each nut with his fingers. Each gave another screech as it was cinched up. Watching the play of his mountainous back muscles I noticed that he had split the sides of his tee shirt halfway to his waist.

"There, that should do it," he said, standing up after finishing the last one. He noticed his split tee, tore it off, exposing the skin of his torso, now covered with a soft sheen of sweat, and used the resulting rag to wipe his hands. "I lose more tees that way," he laughed.

"You were a real lifesaver. Who do I thank? I'm Doug."

"Nice to be of assistance, Doug. I'm Kim."

"You're really strong, Kim. I never saw anyone lift that much weight, and so easily."

"Oh, it's not so much. I just finished my workout at Gold's before I saw you and I train with heavier weights than that. I like the feel of my muscles pumped up." He flexed his right arm and the biceps bulged up under the thin skin into a grapefruit-sized ball. He leaned close to me as he held his arm across my chest. "Feel this," he offered.

I looked up into his eyes and put a hand over his muscle. It felt warm and when I squeezed I couldn't make an impression on its firm surface. He shifted a bit closer, slipping one of his massive legs between mine, pressing me against the side of the car. My cock swelled in my baggy surfing shorts, pressing against his thigh. I looked down and saw an impressive bulge forming in his tight cutoffs. I licked my lips.

"I only live a couple of miles from here. Let me offer you some refreshment and show my gratitude. Just follow me."

Ten minutes later we were pulling into the parking garage of my harbor-side complex in Marina Del Rey. I pointed out a guest spot for his pickup as I went down a few spaces to my stall. He joined me at the elevator.

I felt him press lightly against my back in the short ride up to my fourth floor apartment. I pressed lightly back. He had a large hand on my shoulder as I led him down the hall and opened my door.

"Nice place," he said as we entered, admiring the nighttime view of the boat slips and channels from the large sliding door windows that separated the main living area from the broad balcony. "What do you do?"

"I'm a television writer. I just graduated from USC last year and landed a job with a new show, Dallas, perhaps you've seen it? It's quite popular, sort of a prime-time soap opera. We're hoping for a long run."

"I don't watch much TV. I'm in landscaping and gardening. I like the physical work outside. Do you do your work at home?" He said, looking toward my desk, piled with papers and a new Selectric.

"Not for my job. I'm working on a screenplay. Isn't everybody?"

"Could I see the rest of your place?"

I was a bit nervous, knowing what was coming, making routine talk to distract my thoughts. But there was a wet spot easy to see in my tented baggies as I led him to my bedroom. I hadn't made the bed this morning. "Sorry about the mess," I apologized. "I wasn't expecting visitors."

"It's fine," he said. His strong hands on my shoulders turned me around. His arms pushed around my back as he embraced me, holding me against his wide chest with my head on the hard pillows that were his pectorals I was engulfed by the mass of muscle. His hands eased lower into my trunks, massaging the firm cheeks of my ass.

A strong finger probed my hole while my trunks fell to the floor. I reached for the button that secured his cutoffs. I popped it open and pulled down the zipper that was already bulging from the strain underneath. Pushing them down over the flare of his thigh muscles freed an enormous cock. It popped up against his abdomen, standing well above his belly button, at least half again as long as my eight inches and thicker too. The angry red head had already pushed beyond his foreskin and glistened with his copious juice.

He pulled off my shirt as I kicked off my sandals. He let me rub my hands over the smooth, hairless skin that covered the iron-firm bulges that were his muscles while he stepped out of his low work boots. Our bodies pressed together tightly as I wrapped my arms around his chest. I couldn't reach all the way around.

I felt his finger enter my hole as his hand under my bottom lifted me effortlessly off the floor. I lifted my legs around his narrow waist as I was raised to the level of his face. He angled his head forward to kiss me. I felt his tongue on my lips and opened to accept him inside. He tasted slightly spicy as he probed me deeply and I caressed his invading tongue with mine.

He leaned me back on the bed, remaining on top and continuing a deep kiss. He broke away, pulling back to his knees. My legs relaxed, widely split and draped over the flaring bulge of his quadriceps. He bent forward, licking the length of my straining cock that was dripping pre-cum onto my stomach while his finger continued to loosen my ass ring.

He inhaled my thick eight inches straight to the root in one motion. As my excited member snuggled tightly in his throat I arched my back in pleasure as he applied strong suction. Kim rotated around on the bed so his knees bridged my head. I got a close look at his sex tool suspended horizontally below his muscled torso. I reached up with a hand that was not quite able to encompass completely its circumference. I guided it to my lips and tentatively licked a drop of lube forming in the slit. Feeling my tongue, he lowered his hips sliding down into my mouth, forcing my lips wide to accommodate his thickness.

Kim completely dominated my mouth, pinning my head to the bed as he spiked me with small slow strokes, dripping a steady flow of spicy lube into my throat. All the while he continued deep-throating my own piece while massaging my anal cavity with now two fingers. I was bucking my hips from the stimulation while my moans of pleasure amounted to just a low hum from my stuffed mouth.

As his fingers rubbed my excited prostate I released a flood of cum down his throat. He backed off a bit as I continued to unload into his mouth while he swallowed my load. As he licked my last drops from my softening cock he allowed it to slip from his mouth. Simultaneously he eased himself from my lips. His cock snapped up against his body when it pulled clear.

I lay back on the rumpled sheets, enjoying the afterglow of my intense orgasm. "That was really great," I sighed.

"We're just getting warmed up," he laughed, moving between my legs and starting to raise them to his shoulders. He pushed against me and I felt the tip of his cock spread cool lube and my saliva around my entrance.

I'd always been a top before, but I knew that wasn't my roll in this encounter. I thought about asking Kim to be careful, but he was so assured and in control that I decided to let him do what he was clearly going to do and to show him that I was able to accept his power. I felt him find his target and the pressure increased as he began to demand entry.

My hole expand as he began to ease the bulbous head into my body. It was irresistible. With a flash of pain my flesh yielded and the head popped inside. As I gazed up into his smiling face he left it stationary allowing me to adjust. When he felt my body begin to relax a bit he had his cue to resume. A quick stab with his hips and another flash of pain and a couple inches of shaft plunged into me.

He began stimulating me with short strokes, but just as I started to get comfortable there would be another sharp pain as he dove deeper. Yet his steady motion sent a tingle through my body that went straight to my dick. I grew hard again. When I reached between my legs to hold my shaft he grabbed my wrist and held my hand above my head. My other hand was forced down right beside it. I was helpless in my own bed as he continued to enter me.

My breathing was fast and shallow and my head rolling from side to side as I tried to come to terms with the pleasure and pain signals that were coursing through my body. The stimulation moved deep in my gut, yet each time when I though he'd reached the limit there would be a new pain and he would go deeper. I lifted my head from the bed to check what remained. I though surely he must be almost in, but as I looked I could see more than a hand's width of dark shaft extended from my ass.

I dropped my head back to the mattress, exhausted. Inexorably he continued. Finally, with steady pressure I felt his pubic hair tickle my balls as his own large orbs pressed deeply into my upturned ass. He became still, letting me finally adjust to his presence deep in the center of my being. I was his now. The message passed unspoken as we locked eyes.

Kim slowly pulled himself from me. I felt the tug of friction pulling on my gut until the ridge of his crown pressed on my stretched ring, leaving emptiness behind. A slow return then filled me again, sending waves of pleasure spreading through my body. In and out, again and again, I'd never felt so stimulated.

My moans of pleasure soon became just breathless panting as I started to writhe on the bed, pinned by his vice-like grip on my wrists and the stake of flesh he was driving through my bowels. He began to up the pace. Warmth spread through me that soon became a fever. I sweated in the air-conditioned bedroom. My senses narrowed as I became solely fixated on the incredible stimulation he was giving me.

Kim increased his fucking even more. I lost all control and screamed in pleasure at each thrust. One, two, three powerful jabs that shoved me down the bed, then a moment of total stillness with him buried to the hilt, followed by an intense deep throbbing and the feeling of his seed as it jetted from his cock deep in my body. I exploded in sympathy. The first spray from my own release splashed over my face, as did the second, and the third.

The seconds marched in slow motion as the pent up passion was released in a flood of cum. As the moment finally passed, the room became still. I lay exhausted beneath him, drained of both energy and juice. Kim rocked back on his knees, releasing my wrists. His cock, softer but still firm remained plugged deep in my butt. I lowered my legs from his shoulders, wrapping them again around his powerful waist to encourage him to maintain our union.

"That was incredible," I gasped as soon I'd thought I'd recovered enough for coherent speech. "Can you stay the night?" As I felt him grow again fully hard within me, I knew his answer.

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written by lenzelig