Tales From The Drive-Thru: Ben

It was a hot August night at the Beer Pit Drive-thru. Business had been slow for the last hour or so. I had just entered the cooler to check for any empty area's in the beer displays. My shaggy blonde hair was matted to my forehead from sweat and my tee shirt clung to my swimmer's body chest. as I add two six packs of miller lite bottles to the empty space on a shelf, a dark blue Dodge Durango pulled in to the drive thru..

I walked out shutting the cooler door behind me. I stepped to the door leading to the main area from the office and stopped, frozen, the man behind the wheel was gorgeous he had jet black hair cut close to his head and his almost childlike face was cover in a black beard just slightly longer than a 5 o'clock shadow. I could tell he was built under is tight black tee shirt he had a massive chest and his thick arms were covered in a sleeve of multicolored tattoos.

I thought I hadn't stopped long enough to be noticed until i saw a smile crawl across his face. "Can I help you ?" i asked, my voice slightly shaking and the front of my pants tightening in the back of my mind I prayed that he didn't notice. He ordered a pack Of Marlboro Blacks and handed me his debit card still holding that same knowing smile on his sexy full lips.

When I returned his card and his cigarettes to him, he held his hand out in front of him in side his car so I had to get closer to give them to him. I reached into the car and notice that while his left hand was reaching for the smokes his right was busy in his lap. It Turns out that while I was gone he had taken out what was easily an eight inch monster cock that he had stroke to full hardness and still continued to stroke.

I couldn't take my eyes off the scene I vaguely remember feeling him pull the cigarettes and debit card out of my hand but I was no longer holding them in any event. "Like my cock do you?" his question was more like a statement. He reached down and pulled the door release lever and pushed open his door. I backed up so the door wouldn't hit me.

He dropped his left leg casually out the door lounging to give me a better view all the while still stroking that gorgeous cock. I licked my lips involuntarily and he took it to mean I wanted it which was fine by me because I did. he reached out and grabbed my arm pulling me to my knees next to him. without another word he grabbed the back of my head and forced his rod into my all too willing mouth.

In one movement He had forced himself deep in my throat burying my nose into his black pubes. I could smell his muskiness and it was driving me wild. He held my head there for a moment "oh hell yeah!" he moaned and started to thrust up into my face and deeper down my throat it seemed like and hour he spent face fucking me before he finally let me up. when he did I gulped some air and when right back down.

It became clear to me that fucking my face while I deep throat-ed him really got him hot so we continued on like that fucking me till I couldn't breath and letting me up suddenly I felt his cock swell and knew that he was close when he finally came he let go of my head assuming that I wouldn't want him to shoot his load down my throat but he was wrong I wasn't about to give up an ounce of his seed the way I saw it I worked hard for it and deserved it.

I swallowed his entire load as it gushed down my throat. When I thought he was done I came up and gripped his cock with my hand milking and licking the last of his seed from his cock. when he was empty I stood, savoring the salty-sweet taste still on my tongue. He put himself away and shut his door, then stuck his hand out the window.

"Here," he said "and thanks." I took what he offered me and he drove away. When he turned the corner I looked down at the five dollar bill in my hand, smiled and walked back into the drive-thru's office dropping it into me tip jar. I glanced at the bottom of the credit card receipt still sticking out of the card reading machine "Ben" i said aloud and sat down in the chair in front of the fan and went back to watching t.v. waiting for the next customer to arrive.