The events I'm about to relate actually happened. I've changed names, dates and several details to protect the guilty. Before getting into the story you should know that from about the age of 15 I've had a thing for sucking off straight guys, older, butch, blue-collar straight guys to be very specific.
It was 1986; I was 18 and had just finished my first year at Boston University. I'd come back home to spend the summer. I would have preferred to remain in Boston, but since the dorms weren't open and I needed to find a summer job I really didn't have much choice. It was either home with the parents or nothing.
I woke up my first Sunday back earlier than I wanted to. My mom tried to talk me into going to church with the family, but I wasn't in the mood. I told her I wanted to go and get a copy of the New York Times and just hang out reading it until Sunday dinner. She was disappointed but knew there wasn't much sense in pushing the subject. The family left while I was taking a quick shower. Since it was a warm early June day I decided to just put on a tee shirt, shorts (commando) and pair of flip-flops. I also decided that I'd take my dad's Chrysler convertible, which I was allowed to drive if he wasn't using it and I was only going on short hops.
I drove into town with the air blowing through my hair and I felt free. Free of the grind of school, free of family and free, at least for the time being, of having to think about looking for a job. I went to the local newsstand that carried the major city papers and picked up a Times and also a copy of the Boston Globe. I opened the truck and put the papers inside so that they wouldn't blow around on the drive home. I also decided to take the scenic route home, driving by the harbor and beach road.
Heading toward the small bridge that crossed the narrows into the harbor and then onto the beach road I stopped at a red light. A moment later a red pick up truck with Vinny's Plumbing emblazoned on the door pulled alongside. I glance over and nearly creamed my shorts.
Behind the wheel was one of the butchest looking guys I'd seen in a long time. He had curly black hair, big muscular arms and a ruggedly handsome face. He was totally a blue-collar version of John Travolta in his hot-hot days. I was openly staring at him and the guy noticed. He didn't get hostile or anything he just kind of got this shit eating grin on his face, like he was getting off on me giving him the once over. Even though he appeared to be about twice my age I had no doubt that I'd do him if given half a chance.
Then the light turned green and he took off and I did the same. I thought about trying to pull up beside him while we were driving, but I decided that since I was in dad's car and not my own that it might not be the wisest thing to do. I mean who knows what might have happened while I was paying more attention to the stud than my driving.
As luck would have it there was another traffic signal about three blocks further up, just about a block before the bridge and it turned red just as he got to it. I pulled up along side him and renewed my staring and when he looked over at me (I don't know why I did it) I gave him a wink. He laughed out loud, shaking his head and then stuck it out the window.
He shouted loud enough to be heard over the sound of the engines. "So do you want to clean out my pipes?"
I'd never heard the expression before and since he was a plumber I thought he was trying to talk business, though I couldn't understand why. So I yelled back, "I don't understand."
"Do you want to blow me?"
Of course that's exactly what I wanted. So I looked at him smiled and nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Good, my pipes could use a good clean out." Suddenly I understood what he'd meant. The light turned green and he shouted one last time, "follow me."
Of course I did just as he'd instructed and followed him over the bridge and onto the beach road. About a mile further down he turned off the main road and onto a little side road on which there were summer cottages but which eventually came to a dead end at the sand and water. Since it was still too early in the season there wasn't any sign of life anywhere. The closer we got to the beach the more I wondered if this had been a good idea. I mean the guy could turn out to be a psycho and could kill me and no one would know until they found my battered body. The desire to suck his cock overcame my fear and I continued following him.
When we got to the end of the road he turned his truck around so that he was facing out toward where we'd just come from and I did the same. Now we were parked next to each other. He turned off his engine and I did the same. He smiled benignly at me and my fears decreased. I guess he sensed my apprehension because he said, "are you sure you want to go through with this kid?"
"I'm sure."
"Good. Why don't you get into the truck.?"
I thought for a moment and decided that made sense. We'd have more room and besides sitting up high we'd see anyone approaching before they could figure out what we were up to. I got out of the car and walked around it and the front of his truck to its passenger side door. I opened the door and got it. It was then that I was able to see all of him and he was even better than I'd expected. He had on a plaid cotton shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pair of tight jeans with a huge bulge at the crotch and a pair of work boots. He may have been 35 - 36, but you could tell his body was hard and tight, more like he was in his early 20s. He had big fucking hands that were rough and manly and he held out his right one to shake. His grip was firm and made my cock go instantly stiff when he took my hand. "The names John Vincent, but everybody calls me Vinny."
"I'm Jack Whittaker," I said in return."
"Nice to meet you Jack. You know I ain't gonna return the favor don't you? I'm 100% straight, but I don't got nothing against a guy who swings the other way. The old lady ain't blown me since we had our first kid and there ain't much I like better than good head. So whenever I get the chance I take advantage of it. Don't matter if it's a girl or a guy, just as long as they want to suck it."
"Sounds good to me," I said.
"Good. One more thing. Do you swallow?"
"Yeah, of course." I mean what's the point of sucking a guy off if you don't eat his load.
"Great. I love it when somebody swallows my load."
With that he pushed back his seat, unbuckled his belt and slid both his jeans and his white briefs down past his knees. His cock was hard and ready to go. It wasn't very long, maybe six inches, but it was as fat as a cucumber, cut and ramrod straight and his balls were huge, as big around as walnuts. Cock snot was already bubbling up out of his slit as he turned and leaned back against his door stretching his legs as wide as he could giving plenty of access.
"It's all yours kid, enjoy, 'cause I know I'm going to."
I knelt down on the floor and then stretched over the seat so that my head was right in his crotch. From the smell I could tell he'd showered recently, but there was still enough man scent to make me super horny. The first thing I did was dive down on those meaty balls. I lapped out at them with my tongue and it was obvious that he enjoyed the attention.
"Yeah kid, that's it, lick them balls, make up good and wet, feels real good."
I continued licking and sucking at them while he moan and groaned in appreciation. This went on for a good two or three minutes and I was rewarded with the sweet taste of his man juice as it ran down his shaft on to his balls and my lips and tongue. Then I could hold off no longer. With one last swipe at his balls I ran my tongue up the length of his fat cock and plunged the sucker into my mouth. It was so thick that it filled me totally, but because it wasn't too long I was able to take all of it without fear of gagging. I went up and down pistoning it in and out of my mouth from head to pubes as fast as I could. At the same time I ran my tongue along the bottom of the shaft on each upward movement and then over his helmet shaped head before going back down.
"This is great, you sure know how to suck a guy's cock. That feels so fucking great. Shit kid this ain't going to last nearly as long as I want it too. Jesus you're good. Of Fuck, yeah keep it up kid, it won't be long."
His running commentary only made me hotter and the hotter I got the more intense I became in my sucking. I wanted it to last, I didn't want to have release that beauty too soon, but at the same time I was eager to take his load.
"OH FUCK, KID, GET READY. I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANY MORE. GET READY, IT'S GONNA BE A BIG ONE!!! AH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. JESUS, OH SWEET JESUS."
Almost impossibly his cock swelled larger and then began to pulse. One strong pulse and his body tensed and shook and my mouth filled with a thick, tangy burst, then another and another. I gulped it down as fast as I could and still it pulsed out more. Four time my mouth filled and four times I swallowed. Finally his body relaxed and he eased back, but cum was still flowing out and I sucked it out and swallowed again. I brought my mouth up toward the head, my lips tight around his shaft milking whatever remained. I took the still hard cock out of my mouth and looked at it. A white glob seeped out of the slit and I lapped it up. I took the head in my mouth and sucked gently to be rewarded with still more. Finally I could coax no more out and he began to deflate.
I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Kid for your age you're one hell of a cock sucker. You can clean out my pipes anytime you want."
He put himself back together, as I got ready to leave his truck. Before I did he gave me his business phone number. "If you're ever in the mood give me a call and we'll see about getting together."
"That's a promise."
I drove home and was thankful I got there before my family returned from church. I rushed to my room, kicked off the flip-flops, pulled off my shorts, shucked my tee shirt and fell back on my bed. With the taste of his cum still in my mouth I pumped up a fresh load of my own, splattering in over my chest and stomach. I scooped up as much as I could and mixed his flavor with mine.
That summer wasn't as bad as I'd expected. I got a job working for the local newspaper and part-time I did a little plumbing on the side, whenever Vinny needed his pipes cleaned out.