I was minding my own business at the car wash, waiting for the attendants to beep my car's horn so I could get back to my hotel. The dark cracks in the tile floor looked like miniature highways. A crumpled piece of paper landed on them and destroyed the city I imagined the roads converged on. In the real world, it ended up on the floor between my feet.
A tall, lanky man who seemed in his late twenties must have dropped it when he fished his phone from the pocket of his shiny white basketball shorts, on the way to pick up his car.
"Hey, you dropped this," I said pointlessly, as the glass door already closed behind him. He was dialing his phone and curiously stopped to turn slightly back toward me, as if he might have heard.
The thin shorts displayed his goods so well I could tell he was uncut. He obviously forgot to wear anything underneath, I remembered thinking. My own package immediately caused me to shift in place on the end of the wooden bench as I adjusted it. The big hair on the old Texan lady to my left luckily gave her tunnel vision so I wasn't embarrassed. I always knew I was in Dallas when I saw big hair.
The tightly crinkled paper in my palm was a receipt at some point, but something was scribbled on it in black ink. I figured since he didn't hear me I could open the receipt. The top of it said it was from the car wash but as I unfolded it the dark ink of a marker read the following:
"hey cutie, I've been watching you since you pulled your sensible hatchback into the wash. meet me at the starbucks next door. I'm leaving there an hour after this receipt's time. - jonas"
I checked the cock (I mean clock) on my phone. It was about 16:00, only fifteen minutes away from when he'd leave. Damn, he must have been thinking of this a while before picking up his car.
My car wasn't ready yet and I tried to quell the Starbucks restroom sex fantasies playing nonstop in my head. I tried to push my stiff cock toward my hip bone and away from my abs. This was very difficult as a soccer mom with twin sons arrived in the glass lobby, waiting for a Honda minivan. The twins were in puberty and I knew all four of their eyes were affixed on my situation, regardless if their future or present orientation.
The familiar beep of my "sensible hatchback" allowed me to simultaneously stand, immediately adjust myself and get my phone back in my pocket after checking the time, five minutes left. Damn, I am talented. During the past ten minutes I reasoned I didn't know why "Jonas" left me the note. So the sex scenes had slowed but I couldn't entirely escape them.
"Jonas" was near a window well away from the two other customers. I nodded at him and quickly ordered a chilling beverage. Correction from earlier, he was a very hot late twenties.
Facial detail escaped me earlier, since I only really watched his shorts. My eyes darted over his short black hair into his blue eyes, over his bare shoulders and pale light skin and back into his light blue eyes then away shyly. He wore a slightly tight sleeveless shirt with a small University of Texas at Austin logo where he'd pledge allegiance to the flag. His nicely sculpted shoulders and arms were hairless as was the rest of him I saw later.
I was very uptight and formal, nervous even. We shook hands and I introduced myself as Adam. He stood, then sat down synchronously with me and confirmed his name was Jonas. I acted as if he was a business client I was meeting, at first.
His animated hand gestures, low voice, comfortable slouch in his chair, splayed legs and persistent gleaming smile oozed confidence more than I leak precum. Genuine personality radiated from him, though I could tell he had some slight issues like we all do. I stopped being uptight when I thought, "Wow, he's amazing."
Still on the the edge of being jumpy I asked why he got the attention of me, a "sensible hatchback" owner. He said I shouldn't be so defensive as he knew my ride was actually "fast and not as sensible as one might think, like a wolf stuffed into a," he paused, "foreskin," then beamed a dirty smirk. Suddenly all of my anxiety melted away and the Starbucks restroom sex fantasies returned with a vengeance.
We talked for about an hour. He grew up in Austin but was visiting a friend up in Dallas, like I was. He was a grad student, some kind of architecture major. He said he was going to check out a bar or two downtown that night and asked if I had time to go along with him and his friend. "She'd most likely find a girl within minutes to make out with and leave me lost and confused. I'd have to get back to my hotel on my own."
"Well if your room is in walking distance from those bars like mine, I'll be a gentleman and walk you to your room," I winked as my knee rubbed against his. As I did this our eyes locked and a confident, knowing grin appeared on our faces.
"I've gotta go, to the restroom and take a leak," he nodded toward it as he got up, our eyes still locked.
This sunny Starbucks wasn't crowded which made it easy for me to calmly concentrate to collect our empty cups and trash them while scoping out the employees. One was a little white gym bunny with bleached blonde hair, an old lady he was talking to while the other two baristas were outside smoking. Only one customer was left, lost in the Internet at his computer.
Jonas pulled me in quickly after my slight knock on the men's restroom door. I was glad we were both about the same height so we didn't strain as we hungrily made out against the now locked door I was pinned against. Our hands were all over each other and he said "oops" as he lifted my shirt over my shoulders and he groaned lowly that he loved the bit of blonde hair around my pecs.
While I licked it, I whispered into his ear that I knew at the car wash that he didn't have underwear on. His old basketball shorts were the first thing I took off him since I had to get my hand free to feel up his smooth ass somehow. They fell with the thud from his pocket's contents onto his sandals.
I pulled his ass cheeks apart roughly and he winced "not so hard, it's tight!" while he ground his smelly cock against the fly of my plaid shorts. I could smell it while still standing and still sucking tongues. I broke us apart a moment to look down.
"Oh fucking hot, you are uncut! I could tell at the car wash and I got almost as hard as this," and ground my cock that was still trapped in my shorts, against his and we made out a little more.
He pulled away. We noticed a string of spit connected our lips, looked each other in the eyes and stifled our excited laughter. "Adam, we have a problem. Those are cute shorts but they have to go." Then he dropped to his knees, unbuttoned, unzipped and yanked my shorts and precum-damp briefs down to the floor in one fell swoop.
This never happened before to me, it's always in stories, people always say it happens, hell, it is even in some of the better porn out there, but my cock sprang up from my briefs and literally hit him on the cheek with a loud wet slap. It was made wet by the copious precum he already elicited from my cock. We both almost cracked up again, realizing the same thing.
Without his hands that held me up and kneaded my ass while he forcefully pushed my cock down his throat, I'd have fallen to the floor. I hadn't had any action in at least a year so this was a shock.
My hands were so not as good as how hot and slick his mouth and throat were and my hands couldn't suck down my entire seven fat inches. He pulled it back out of his mouth and squeezed from the base up to the head and over again. The second time my clear precum literally jumped onto his tongue. He growled and wolfed down my cock a few more times.
Still holding me up, which I needed, he swallowed another shot of my precum and then smiled as he felt my dick thicken more and shoot a week's worth of semen onto his tongue and down his throat. He slurped and swallowed it all noisily. Jonas was a total whore for cocksucking!
"Oh man that was amazing!" he exclaimed, "Can you do it again! Now??"
I crashed to my knees and pushed him back onto the floor and hummed and aggressive "no." I tugged up his shirt and bit a nipple on his hairless chest. He moaned quietly as I rubbed the now wet nipple and engulfed his cock in my mouth.
I was so hungry for his spunk that I completely ignored worshipping his ample foreskin, which is rare for me. In less than two swallows his cock hardened more than it already was and creamy jizz was in my stomach before I could pull back and savor the last couple shots on my lips.
I pulled us up from the floor while we hungrily made out with our cummy lips. We didn't leave each others' lips as we pulled each others' shorts back up. We took turns washing our hands (since we had been in contact with the floor) and he left before me to meet me out on the patio.
As I left the restroom I was pushed to the wall by the little blonde gym bunny... He stood on his toes and tried to make out with me! The nerve! Angrily I shoved him to the opposite wall, smoothed my clothes for a moment while he gave me dirty looks and heavy breathing. I laughed "Little bitch," and walked away.
Since we'd only met and there wasn't a good reason yet in my mind, Jonas was cute with his jealousy. I told him about the hallway and the gym bunny. His right bicep flexed nicely as I held him back from running into the store to beat up the little barista.
I asked why he was so mad and he gazed at his sandals and said quietly, "I just wanted to be safe this weekend, relatively. If anything happened with anyone this weekend, I only meant it to be with just one person. I'm grateful we met and you weren't a freak." My adoration for him was already too much and I hugged him tightly.
Right there on the patio we sat down for a while longer and openly discussed our recent sex lives. People gave us glances when they overheard us say "cock", "rimming," "cum, "fuck" and other such words. We both had been quite prudish the past year or so however, because of our busy lives. We both had been tested almost the same day last year, a couple days after July 4th.
We exchanged numbers and drove to our hotels downtown. I was hard the entire way and would have wanked while driving if it weren't for the toll booth operators. By the time I got in my room though, I decided I could wait to meet Jonas later at the bar.
I'm working on another part to this. Cheers!