Parking lot - Part Two: Axle Grease

Part Two - Axle Grease

Gary pulled his dick away from my lips. “Watch this.”

He reached up with each hand and took his nipples between forefinger and thumb. “I discovered this back when I was a kid and first started jacking off. Let’s see if it still works.”

He started turning his nipples back and forth like knobs on an old time radio, then closed his eyes and tilted back his head. I watched silently as his limp penis started to fill with blood. The powerful organ began returning to its full strength, soon rising to once more make contact with my fully prepared mouth. I took him for the third time. Not knowing who was designated to do the work, I lightly tongued the underside of his head, while keeping my lips midway on the shaft. 

Gary began to move his pelvis towards me, then slowly pulled away. I kept my head stationary and waited for him. Removing the hands from his nipples, he looked down and smiled, “Just like I was 14 again.”

He placed his hands on the back of my head and locked his fingers together. Now he closed his eyes and started to fuck my salivating mouth. He pushed the entire eight inches in as deep as it would go, then pulled himself back halfway. As the tempo increased, he bent his knees and dipped lower, then thrust upwards and in deep. He began to move his glorious pole like some sort of gigantic coffee stirrer. 

I watched in amazement as his firm belly rushed towards me and moved away. Straining my neck forward, I was able to position my nose so it could make contact with tiny beads of sweat on his fur trail. I could feel the incredible power underneath the skin of his belly each time my nose poked him, as his body flexed and undulated in some sort of erotic ballet. Reaching up with both hands, I massaged his chest, absorbing the powerful pectoral muscles hidden under that beautiful fur. Slowly, I headed for his nipples and repeated the technique he had used on himself. The man’s body convulsed from this and I could tell I had hit pay dirt. His button had been pushed. 

Now he fucked my mouth with full gusto. Masculine power and dominance oozed from every pore of the man, as he gracefully increased the pace, twisting and turning his magnificent cock into me from every angle. I saw him writhe and flex. I heard him gasp and moan. I felt another huge gush of manly sperm flood my throat. 

He locked his knees and thrust the contracting organ as deep as it would go. I squeezed my throat muscles with all the strength I could summon, desperately straining to move the back of my tongue to stimulate underneath his cock head. Successful, I massaged him there while crushing the manly meat with the roof of my mouth to drain every gob of sperm he had left to give. Gary twitched and flexed, as I mercilessly attacked his unit and sapped every ounce of strength from him. All the while, his radio knobs were gently turned left and right. Finally, his head collapsed onto the sweat-drenched chest and he panted in an attempt to supply necessary oxygen to his rapidly beating heart. My glorious man had done it again. Another incredible orgasm had been achieved, with me being the beneficiary of this amazing performance. 

Slowly, he began to take his cock from my mouth. I clamped onto the shrinking unit, continuing to attack him with the tongue. His body convulsed with involuntary contractions from the brutality inflicted on his exhausted penis. 

“Oh! Oh, my god!” He lovingly rubbed the back of my head with his powerful hands, half wanting me to let go, half wanting me to never release.

I could see the poor man was spent, so I mercifully loosened my jaw, released his nipples and allowed him to escape. I looked up to see him still breathing heavily, as he removed his hands from my head. Now he stood before me, exhausted and limp.

“Here buddy, take the chair.”

I stood up and he immediately collapsed into the seat. He had a mischievous grin on his glowing face, as though he were 14 again and had just gotten away with something he wasn’t supposed to do. I took his company logo ball cap and placed it on his head, carefully tilting it in the same adorable way he did. Finally, he spoke to me. “That was absolutely amazing. I never dreamed in a million years anyone could make me feel this good.”

I knelt in front of him and kissed his firm stomach. Looking up, I tried to return his compliment. “I’ll tell you what’s amazing. You remember back when you offered me your candy, and I asked you how many loads you had left?”

“Yeah.”

Well, I was referring to trailer loads, and you answered three. Do you know how many times you got off tonight?”

He took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling, silently rethinking recent events. Then his eyes returned to mine. He beamed when he answered, “Three.”

“Damn right! Now that’s amazing, especially considering you worked like a dog to get those three loads of cars delivered. Then to come in here and give me three loads, I’m impressed.”

I reached down to lightly massage his balls. “These babies here are just a sperm factory. That last load you shot was almost as big as your first one.”

Gary laughed at this. “I think maybe I’ve worn my poor balls out. Let’s wrap it up. Ok?”

And soon we left the shed. I watched as Gary drove his car down the exit lane, then I immediately got myself into our building’s bathroom, where I stripped and jacked off. I don’t know how many times I had already creamed in my undershorts, but I do know that I masturbated one of the biggest gobs in recent memory. 

Soon I was locked inside the fence, circling the lot and absorbing all that had happened this night. I was totally satisfied, not only for what I had given him, which was a temporary respite from years of neglect, but also for what he had given me. I had participated in one of the most incredible displays of masculinity and stamina I had ever witnessed, and I wondered if he could possibly repeat or even outdo such a performance on our next meeting. I looked at my watch to see it was 5:30. One and a half hours to kill before I could go home to the sanctity of my bed, where I would once more beat it off and rest myself for Saturday night.