I was on my way to an early morning business breakfast when I saw him.
I was driving down the feeder road, (the side road that runs next to a freeway, also called service road or access road) when he came up next to me on my right at a traffic light.
I glanced over to see a man that appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, wearing a tank top and tight jeans and black biker boots. He sported about a two or three day stubble on his handsome face and on his right large bicep was the Marine emblem. His bright blue eyes were piercing.
He glanced my way and smiled and I smiled back, continuing to stare at him. What had caught my attention was the nice big bulge down the right leg of his tight jeans. As I started at it, it began growing.
The light turned green and we started up and he was slightly ahead of me. I was praying that the next light would turn red and stop us both again. It did and once again I was next to him with a perfect view of his crotch.
The bulge had continued to grow and was now very visible. He saw me looking and smiled and just slightly shrugged his shoulders. I smiled back and licked my lips. He slightly raised his eyebrows and winked at me. Again the light turned green and he pulled away and turned left, as I went straight.
I vowed to return to the area again regularly in hopes of seeing him again. I did but my attempts were futile.
Then about a week later, as I drove the route we had traveled, I heard the roar of a motorcycle. Looking around I finally saw him. This time, instead of a tank top he wore a button up shirt with the sleeves cut off.
Pulling up next to me at the red light, he worked his way to within inches of my car. Looking at me he said, "Hi, I'm Brad, but everyone calls me 'Cutter'.
"Hello to you. I'm Mark," I replied.
"I was hoping to see you again. I've got something for you." Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a folded slip of paper, handing it to me. I took it and before I could read it, the light turned green and he sped away.
As I drove, I unfolded the paper and began to read his hand written note.
'It appears that you saw something you want. If I'm right, give me a call.' Below the note was a phone number. I immediately decided that I would call him that evening.
The day dragged by and finally at six that evening I called.
On the fourth ring, he answered with a deep "Hello?"
"Brad, this is Mark. You gave me a note this morning."
"oh, I remember your name. I guess I was right."
"Yes, you were," I replied.
"Well, then let's do something about it." He suggested that we meet at a local burger joint and get to know each other first.
We met and each ordered a burger. Then, during our conversation, I found that he was thirty-two, single, and was a butcher at a large meat market, hence the nickname 'Cutter'.
After we ate, he looked into my eyes and smiled and asked, "Want to go to my place?"
"Sure," I replied.
I followed him and once inside, he locked the door and turned to me, saying, "I think there is something you should know first."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I do not reciprocate in any way. I just like being serviced by another guy, either orally or by him offering me his ass. If you want to leave, I'll understand."
"Which way to your bedroom," I asked in response.
He led the way and we both immediately stripped and I serviced him with my mouth. I sucked his nipples then his big round firm balls before devouring his thick eight inch rock hard cock.
As I worked on his cock, he moaned softly before saying, "Man, am I ever glad I ran into you. You're awesome."
I soon received and swallowed his huge load before turning him over and rimming his hot firm ass.
Then, as I moved up to lay beside him, he said, "If you're not in a hurry, I'd like it if you could hang around."
"I've got all evening," I replied.
"Great, because I can give you at least two more loads if you want them."
"You better fucking believe I want them," I told him.
Before I left him just after nine that evening, he gave me two more hung loads.
"Any time you want it call me," he said. "I never turn down a good blow job, and man you're damn good."
"I appreciate that and if you need me, here's my number. Don't hesitate to call."
Patting my ass, he asked, "Next time, may I have that?"
"Hell yea, all you want."
"Perfect," he answered.
Brad called the next night and asked if I was busy. After I told him 'no', he said if I was interested, that his front door was unlocked and he'd be I his bedroom waiting.
I hurried to is house and sure enough his door was unlocked. After locking it, I went straight to his bedroom and found him totally naked in his bed and his cock rock hard. I stripped and after getting between his legs, I began sucking him. After a few moments, I reached over to his side table where I had seen a tube of lube and grabbed it.
Seconds later, I was slowly sitting on his fantastic cock. Once the head was in, I slid down all the way, until I had every inch of him up my ass.
"Ride it, cowboy," he said.
I did and as I rode him I played with his hairy chest and nipples. Soon he filled my ass with his huge load which was beyond fantastic.
later, I sucked him off before later taking him in my ass again, this time with me on my back and him pounding my hole savagely. I loved it.
I continued to service Brad a minimum of three times a week and I always loved it. I never turned him down.
Then after about three months, he called me again. I hurried over to his place, and as usual he was waiting for me nude in his bed.
I stripped and crawled between his legs and swallowed his cock. he moaned softly as I sucked him and once he had climaxed and I had swallowed, he grabbed me in his muscular arms and to my total surprise began tongue kissing me. Of course, I immediately responded.
After the kiss, I looked at him and asked, "What brought that on?"
"Later," he replied as he grasp my cock and began stroking me. He began changing position and soon he had his head on my stomach as he stroked my cock.
After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked closely at my dripping cock.
TO BE CONTINUED...................................