The upholstery guy

True story. This is a short story but it was a quick situation.

I'm into old cars. I have been restoring an 67 imperial for several years now. I took it to an upholstery shop to get a quote. It was a one man operation. He works nights out of his garage. I'd gotten a recommendation from a friend of a friend.

Anyway one evening a couple months ago I took the car to this guy's house. I texted as I pulled up. He opened the garage door and standing there was one of the sexiest guys I'd ever seen. Average height but built really well. He was in the standard jeans and T-shirt.

We shook hands and said hello. I played it cool. He opened the door and peered in, bending over as he did so. His muscular tight ass got the better of my imagination. I was definitely getting a hard on. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets to push my sweatshirt low. It was a feeble attempt to cover my growing hard on.

He noticed my cock but didn't say anything.

I got talking to him about old cars and all. He'd had to sell his dart for lawyer fees because he was going through a divorce.

"Sorry man. That sounds terrible." I said.

"It is what it is. I don't miss her. We hadn't gotten along for the last couple years. She was jealous and accused me of cheating." He kinda shook his head and continued, "I'm sure she hired a detective. So until the divorce is final I'm afraid of doing anything it's bound to come up in court."

I said, "Oh dude. That's lame." Then, "what would you want to be doing that you can't do?"

He laughed shyly, "Man, we stopped fucking a year ago. I'd like to have an orgasm when I wasn't alone."

We laughed.

He went on about the car. It would need full batting as well as upholstery. He said he'd work out a quote and let me know.

"Cool." I thought for a minute. "And if you need help with that other thing let me know."

He was genuinely puzzled then his eyes fell to my obvious hard on.

"Haha. Thanks for the offer, dude but my gate doesn't swing that way."

I shrugged it off.

"Well thanks for not beating me up."

That would have been a task anyhow because I'm not a hothouse flower. I'm 6'3", I work out regularly and have been in more than my fair share of scrapes.

He glanced back down at my crotch. I wasn't even trying to cover it now.

"But, I wouldn't have to do anything would I? I mean if I just got a blow job that doesn't make me gay, right?"

I love this line of reasoning. I said, "No, of course not. If you close your eyes a mouth is just a mouth and an ass is just an ass."

We went back in the garage and he closed the door. He immediately flopped out a thick cock. As if he thought I would inspect it. So I did. It wasn't particularly long. A nice 5 or 6 inches but impressively thick. His balls hung down low. I fucking love some low hangers.

"Yeah, I can work with this." I chided. Then, "Just close your eyes and think of whoever you want."

At the first touch his dick twitched a little and got harder. It pulsed and got even harder.

I fucking devoured that cock. I worked it down my throat quickly. It want long before he was fucking my mouth. His hands were petting my hair.

I looked up and saw his eyes were not closed. He was watching me deep throat his sweet dick. We locked eyes.

"Oh fuck yeah man. You do that really good."

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his scrotum, gently tugging on them.

"Damn, that's awesome. Keep doing that! You're gonna make me come."

Eyes still locked I nodded. Then I dove deeper. Taking his dick all the way down till my nose was buried in his black pubes.

He shot gobs of jism over and over. I don't think I've seen that much come come out of one cock at the same time ever. I gulped it down like the greedy come whore I am.  

His eyes were suddenly brighter than before.

"Fuck bro." He said, "I had no idea. That was awesome."

I stood up and he straightened his pants.

"I'm glad to help a brother out. Let me know whenever you need to take care of that."

He looked shy now. "Are you sure that's cool? That's not like selfish of me or something?"

I laughed. "No way! It's totally cool. Hit me up anytime."

We shook hands and I left through the garage.

I've been back a couple times a week since then. He let it slip that his divorce has been final for two weeks. I could care less. I just like those huge loads of sweet sperm.

Oh and on a side note, I got the upholstery at a discount. It looks awesome.