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Roadside Assistance
I was working on a project in my basement and needed some supplies at the hardware store, so I threw on a pair of sweat pants and told my wife I was running out for a quick errand. I had no idea what a interesting experience I was about to have and thought I would share it with you.
It's a quick ride on the expressway to the store. As I was driving, I noticed a minivan on the side of the road. Standing beside it was a young guy in tight jeans and a tank top. He had a spare tire out of the van and was looking at the back passenger side tire shaking his head.
I pulled over and he came up to my window saying "I got a flat. I have a spare, but I can't find my jack. Can you help me?"
"Of course" I replied, and got out to retrieve my own jack from my trunk. He followed me and started thanking me for helping out. I could tell right away that he was gay, but didn't really give it a second thought until everything he said seemed to have a sexual overtone to it.
"That's VERY nice" he said as I bent over the trunk to get the jack out. Was he talking about my ass (which is VERY nice, by the way) or the fact that I was helping him.
"It's very tight I can see" he said as I was having trouble getting the jack out because it was wedged under my spare tire. Or was he talking about my ass again?
"You have a lot packed in there." He said as I turned around with jack in hand. Was he looking at my penis which would have been visible in my tight sweat pants or at the crap in my trunk?
"I'm usually pretty handy with a jack, but today I guess I needed some help" could mean a couple different things.
"Wow that's a big one. I wish I had one that big in my trunk." OK, that was blatant, wasn't it? Was he asking me to ass-fuck him? Or was I just horny and reading into this? My wife and I have been married 12 years and sex was no longer a regular part of our routine. I started to wonder what he might be up to, which got me more than a little bit excited. But, I tried to focus on the guy's tire and get my mind out of the gutter.
"I don't know what happened to this tire. I'm usually very good at making sure everything is properly inflated. I'm actually quite good at that." Now he's just toying with me. No one would say a line like that if they were not trying to be suggestive. I agreed with him that proper inflation was very important and continued to encourage the comments with positive responses.
"Boy these nuts are tight" I said as I was removing the lug nuts from the tire.
"Well if I can help with those, let me know" he answered.
"Gladly" I replied.
The tire was on tightly and he asked if he could "help me get it off."
Everything seemed like an offer of sex, but I still was not sure if he was teasing or serious.
I finished changing his tire and was all set to go, but I got the feeling we were not quite done. He saw my hands were covered in grease and offered me a towel. He directed me into the van from the passenger side door leading into the back of the van. He followed me in and took out a box of alcohol wipes. As he took my hands and started cleaning the grease off, I knew he was serious. He worked my fingers like you would rub your cock to get it hard and it was very sensual.
I extended my thumb very erect and told him he missed a spot. He smiled and happily obliged. I started to get very hard now and he could see my sweat pants start to tent. He asked if there was anyplace else that needed to be cleaned and I untied the drawstring on my sweats and lowered them to my ankles.
He dove right in, nibbling on my cock through my underwear until I was fully hard and then popped out of the top of the waistband. He gently licked the head and precum started to ooze out. "Yum, Yum" he said and lowered my underwear to expose my 7 inches in all it's erect glory. "I guess my tire is not the only thing fully inflated" he said. "Well I think you have some work to do to make sure it's flat by the time I leave this van" I replied. He happily swallowed me in one bite and worked me over alternating between hard, aggressive sucking and gentle licks. It was very intense and I forgot who and where I was as I just relaxed and enjoyed the experience.
As much as I was loving this talented mouth on my cock, I could not hold back any longer. I warned him what was to cum and he bobbed his head faster until I exploded in his mouth. I could feel the cum just pouring out of my cock and watched his face full of pleasure as he swallowed every drop.
He pulled back and smiled. "Well, that was better than calling AAA he said with a laugh."
"That was better than my wife has ever done" I replied. Which was true. We both thanked each other for the special "roadside assistance" and I got dressed and went on my way.
As I drove away, I looked back in my mirror and thought it was odd that he was still parked, but I went on to the hardware store.
On my way back home, I could see that his van was in the same spot along with a big 18-wheeler that had pulled over to "help" also. I couldn't see him or the truck driver so I could only assume they were already in the van and the trucker was getting his special "thank you" already. I laughed and wondered how many times this guy had put that same flat tire back on and how many guys he had sucked off with this routine. For a moment I considered waiting for the truck to leave and coming back for seconds, but I knew I should get home.
Of course, my wife was very proud when I told her of the poor soul I had stopped to help and rewarded "her hero" in bed that night. As we were making love, my mind couldn't stop thinking about those talented roadside lips on my cock. I next night I invented another reason to go to the hardware store, but alas there was no van. I've even driven around a few other routes in the areas to see if I could find my "friend in need" again, but with no luck. I guess he moved on to another area.
So guys, If I ever see you stranded on the side of the road, you can be sure I'll be there to help you too. Blow jobs as a thank you are ALWAYS APPRECIATED.
Frank