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I had to travel to another county to visit a client, and it was getting late when I started home. I was cruising along with the top down on my 65 Mustang, when it started making one of those sounds you can't describe to a mechanic, and then the engine cut out. I pulled off to the side of the road, and called AAA . . . again. This is one of the hazards of driving a classic. They told me that because of my remote location, and that I would need it towed all the way to Lexington, I would need to wait an hour. It was already starting to get dark, so I put up the top, and sat inside the car playing with my hard-on through my pants waiting for the tow truck. When it finally came, I had a wet spot of pre-cum on the front of my pants. I picked up my sport jacket and carried it over my arm to hide the spot, and got out of the car to meet the driver. He got out of the truck, and my cock shot another load of pre-cum into my shorts. He was about 25, shirtless, broad shoulders, small waist, with a nice round butt in his tight jeans that showed off a hefty package. He had on dirty tennis shoes with no socks, greasy hands, and messy light brown hair that could use a cut. I was old enough to be his father, but he was so hot I could not help myself; my already stiff dick grew harder. "Cut out on you, did it?" he asked with a slight Eastern Kentucky accent. "Yeah, I guess I really should buy another car for these trips." I said. "New ones aren't much better. Let's get you hooked up and get out of here." He said as he started to work. I loved watching the muscles in his arms and back tighten as he got my car on the back of his truck. "Hop in," he said, "let's get on the road." It had started to get dark, and it was about an hours drive back to town. I climbed in the cab of the truck, I had to move his grease stained t-shirt off the seat to sit down, keeping my jacket in my lap to hide the hard bulge and wet spot from his view. When we got into on the road, and up to speed, I noticed that I could smell his manly body. Not body odor, but a manly smell of sweat, oil, and gasoline, a working man's smell. I could feel my cock leaking again. We talked about sports and cars, his two favorite topics I could tell. He was hot for my mustang, and I was hot for him. When we finally got to Lexington, it was full dark, and my mechanic was closed. He unloaded my car in the parking lot, and I dropped the keys in the mail slot. Ben would know it was my car; he had worked on it for years. I gave the driver my credit card, and waited for him to process it, and then started to call a cab to come take me home. The driver stopped me and offered to drive me to the house. "I can't ask you to do that" I said, "you have a long drive back home, and your wife must be waiting dinner on you." "Ain't got no wife, mister, or girl friend either, hop in." and I did. I gave him directions to my house, and sat back in the cab. "Would it make you nervous mister, if I told you I was gay?" the driver said. He caught me a little off guard and all I could say was, no. "Then, would it upset you to know that I think you are hot, and you turn me on?"
"Me? I am old enough to be your father."
"I like them older, don't want to mess with them kids, too much drama. You know what I mean?"
"I'm married."
"That don't mean nothing, that hard on you got don't seem to care."
I was so embarrassed that he had seen my boner, but so excited at the possibilities. Could I do this? I didn't think so, if anyone ever found out, my life would be over. "I'm flattered, really I am but, I can't" I said
"I think you can mister, your cocks telling me that, I just think you won't.
Scared?"
"Yeah, I'm married."
"So you keep telling me."
We drove a while in silence. My mind was working overtime, I already had those pants down and that cock in my mouth. But, no, I couldn't risk it. When we pulled up in front of the house, I asked him if he wanted to come in for a sandwich, I just wasn't ready for him to leave. "The only sandwich I want mister is my hotdog between your buns." He replied. "I was thinking more like ham on rye, I don't want you to leave hungry." I said, but deep inside I knew what was going to happen. He shrugged, "What ever man, I don't think I'll leave hungry." I unlocked the door, and reached in and switched on the light.
He walked in in front of me, and when I had shut the door, he turned and pinned me against it with his hard body. His face was just inches from mine, I could smell coffee and cigarettes on his breath, and his manly smell was intoxicating. "You keep saying no mister, but I can tell you want this." He then pressed is dry chapped lips to mine, and probed them with his tongue. I tried to resist, but he took his greasy hands and held my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His rock hard cock was rubbing mine as he started humping me. My hands wrapped around his back, feeling the sweaty skin over his hard muscles, and my resistance wavered. He grabbed my shirt and ripped the buttons off exposing my hard nipples to the air. He then pressed his naked chest against mine, his light chest hair tickling my nips. I was in sensory overload. I was so excited, but so scared. My wife could come home any minute. My traitorous cock was soaking my briefs with pre-cum, as I was mumbling, "No, no, please stop, I can't."
"I know you can, and I know you want this, so quit fighting me, it's going to happen." He then put those huge, rough, greasy hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. "I know you wanted this since you got in my truck, you wanted this nice young cock in your mouth, down your throat. Didn't you?"
"No, no, this is wrong, I can't. What if my wife comes home?"
"Then I guess we had better hurry, and get done before she does."
He unfastened his pants and let them fall to his feet. He was wearing ratty white briefs, that weren't quite white anymore. He shoved his pouch into my face, the pre-cum that had wet the front rubbing my lips. "Suck that pre-cum mister, suck it out of my shorts."
He demanded. I pulled my head back. "Stop, I can't." I pleaded. He shoved his wet pouch against my mouth again, and started rubbing it around my face. The smell of him overwhelmed me, and I started sucking the pre-cum out of his briefs like he had asked.
"See, now that weren't too hard was it?" "Just do as you are told bitch, and it will be over soon, and your wifey will never have to know. Now get my cock out and into your mouth." I pulled down the front of his briefs, and exposed his long hard cock. It was by far the longest I had ever seen, it must have been almost ten inches. It was very slim, but had a huge purple head that tapered to a point. It wasn't rounded like most I had seen. He lunged forward with his hips and pushed it against my lips. "Do to me what you want your wife to do to you." He said. "Be my wife, bitch" and I did. I licked the head, tasting first hand his rich thick pre-cum. Young guys have thicker pre-cum than us old guys, and it was sweet. I lapped it all off, and then took as much of him in my mouth as I could without gagging. He shoved his pelvis into me again forcing his cock into my throat. He must have pushed it past my gag point, because I took it. "Breath through your nose sweetheart" he said almost lovingly, as he started bucking my face. His bush was tickling my nose, and I could not believe that he had put that whole thing in my throat. I could tell he was close; his shaft had swelled almost cutting off my air. His breathing had become irregular, and rapid, his pace was jerky, and just as I thought I would feel his juice shoot into my stomach, he pulled out. I gasped for air, my throat was raw, and felt stretched out of shape. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, pulled off his briefs, and stood naked in front of me with his young gorgeous body. From his belt up was well tanned, showing he went many hours in the sun without his shirt, but from the belt line down he was quite white. His skin down there was smooth and silky; his tanned skin was tough like leather. He went over to the wing back chair in the living room that my wife sat in to read, he sat with his legs spread and his huge balls resting on the seat, and his pole pointing to the ceiling. "Strip for me." He said "No we have done enough, you have to leave now." I said trying to get as much authority into my voice as I could. "Get out of those clothes now, or I'll rip them off you. We aren't done until I shoot my load in your ass. Now, strip for me honey." "No, I won't, I don't want this, please leave." He laughed, stood up and came towards me. I turned and ran, but he was much faster, and tackled me to the floor. He grabbed my pants by the back of the belt and pulled. Pain shot through my middle, as the belt buckle broke loose from the leather, and I herd a tearing sound as the back of my slacks ripped free. He really did it he tore my pants off. He grabbed the crotch of my boxers and ripped them too. His hand was now on my ass, that large, rough, greasy hand was prying my cheeks apart. I both heard and felt him spit in my crack. He worked the saliva into my hole, and followed it with one of his large dirty fingers. I let out a yell. My rock hard cock was still in my ruined boxers, but pressed tightly against the floor. I was so aroused by what had just happened. I did not think my cock could get that hard. My nuts were aching for release, but I could not get my hands down there. He had pulled my ripped shirt up over my head, trapping my arms in the sleeves. I heard him spit again, and then felt another finger slip in my hole. It hurt, and I yelled out. "Please, please stop, I can't stand it, take it out." He just pushed harder, and deeper. "You ain't felt nothing yet you baby, wait until my cock slams in ya, then you'll yell. You will yell for your mama, just like a girl would on her first time." Then he spit again, and I felt the tip of his pointed cock head at my ass hole. "NO!" I yelled and tried to squirm away, all the while my own rock hard cock was pulsing between my body and the carpet, protected from rug burns by my torn boxers. He pushed his cock head into my hole, I could feel it burn, and knew that if I pushed back, like I was going to take a dump, it would hurt less. I pushed, and he slid in. "OH SHIT! AHHHHH!" I screamed, as his rod drove into my prostate. Again and again he drove his cock in my most sensitive spot, using all of his weight. I tried to spread my legs, but they were tangled in my ripped and torn pants.
"Please stop, OH, OH, OH," I shouted as my dick shot huge puddles of cum on me, my ripped up boxers, and the carpet. "I knew I could make you cum, just like a girl, with my cock inside you" he moaned, as he started bucking harder and more erratic inside me.
The pressure of his huge cock was so much that I couldn't stop myself and I peed on my stomach, boxers and the carpet, and as he finally shot his load deep inside me I was laying in a puddle of cum and piss on the living room floor. He pulled out of me and rolled me over. I was so ashamed when he saw the mess I had made. He leaned over me pressing his dick to my lips, and told me to lick it clean. I did as I was told, and could taste my blood and ass juices mixed with his cum. He then put it in my mouth, and stuck it down my throat again. He face fucked me until he shot a second load in my throat, and then pulled out and stood over me smiling. "You liked all of it didn't you?" he said.
"How did you know, I mean in the beginning, how did you know?" I asked. "You can just tell, mister, somehow you just know." He started pulling on his briefs, and pants, as I sat up. I got to my knees, and then to my feet, I was dizzy and sore. My ass hurt, my throat was raw, and my balls ached. I stood there in my tattered boxers, with my ruined pants around my ankles; one of my shoes had come off in the struggle. My shirt had come off and was in a pile in the urine on the floor. I was covered in cum and pee, and smelled like a public bathroom. He finished buckling his belt, and handed me his business card. "You ever need a tow, just let me know. If you want anything else you are going to have to beg for it next time, understand?" "Ok." I said. I stepped out of my pants, and stood in the door in my tattered boxers that didn't cover anything, one bare foot and one shoe, and watched him drive away.
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