Anyway, he wanted to rebuild his garage, get it into condition so he could park a car in there. The structure was pretty bad, and even though I had agreed to help him I felt it was a waste of time. We had already emptied out everything in the garage, most of it was trash, should have been thrown out a long time ago. I won't say we were sweaty, but we were a little.
He pulled the garage door down and I turned around to see what was going on and he had lowered his pants. He was standing there with his pants around his ankles. He looked at me, standing there, and all he said was something like when you want it you want it. As he stood there he was able to move his penis with his stomach muscles, his penis moved up and down and up and down. Minutes passed, I would look up into his eyes, but I focused mostly on his penis.
I broke down and went over and got on my knees and put his penis in my mouth and I sucked him and sucked him. He ran his fingers through my hair, keeping my head focused on him. He got large and hard and was using my hand to hold his penis. After a while, who can count time, I felt him start to react and he held my head with both hands and he released himself in my face and when he was done he put his penis on my lips and I sucked him a bit more.
When you want something you want something.
That experience more than any other sticks in my mind. That is the day that I walked across the line and I could no longer tell myself that it was just my imagination. That afternoon I knew I was a cock sucker.


