Getting Serviced at the Dealership

Full Service

I spent a lot of time the following week thinking about my last encounter with John while I worked my landscaping job. There was a lot of time to ponder, as I walked the big fields alone, doing long stretches in silence with only the weed-eater whipping along in my hands. So, I replayed it over and over in my head.

Seeing John at the bar. Instantly hard watching him. Sneaking off with him. Sitting beside him in the cab and secretly getting to suck his cock briefly, before getting pounded hard right in the hallway inside his condo. And then Todd joined us.

Todd. 

I couldn’t believe that my former teammate was so into me. The look in his eyes when we met at the bar with our friends, his obvious shock at how much I had grown and developed over the past year should have been my first clue. The way he stayed by me, commenting on my body, brushing up against me.

I should have caught on to his interest in John too. Seeing me talking to John and then asking about him. I should have seen the looks HEwas giving John. And I should have put together the moment when Todd disappeared quickly, following John into the bathroom, where John invited him back to his place too. John picked up on Todd’s interest in not only himself, but to me as well.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Todd now. The way he looked at me when he walked in, seeing me getting fucked deep and hard by this giant muscle man. How quickly he had taken off his clothes and joined in. And that look in his eye when he slid into me for the first time.

But when John told him that I was “his” I knew that I wanted to be John’s. Only John’s. But for some reason I was wishing that Todd and I had started this a little while ago.

Every day that week I thought about both guys, and every day I worked with a hard cock. Todd was no match for John in terms of hotness and size, but Todd was suddenly that sexy bro that I could see hanging out with as a buddy, and then sneaking off to get naked and have hot sex. But John was a god, handsome and hot, big and built, and fucked me like a MAN.

Friday night Todd called me. I had fallen asleep just after 7pm after a long week in the sun, with 12-hour days. I was working hard to save money and it was taking its toll on me. My mom had yelled up to me that Todd was on the phone, and my heart started beating faster as I sat up, trying to figure out what I was going to say.

I took a deep breath and picked up the receiver in my room and hollered for my mom to hang up. I heard the click on the other end and as casually as I could muster, spoke into the phone.

“Hey Todd. What’s up?”

“B!” He shouted into the phone. “Whatcha doin’ tonight?”

I stretched as I heard his voice, picturing his lean muscled body. The last time I saw him, he was naked, shooting a load all over me. “Nothing buddy. I just got home from work and I’m beat.”

There was a slight pause. “You wanna come over to my place and, uh…hang out?” His voice got quieter. He was testing the waters.

I heard John’s voice in my head saying directly to Todd ‘he’s mine.’ “I can’t bud. I’m seriously beat. I just crashed actually so I probably shouldn’t.” I paused. “I am probably too tired for anything anyway.” I added quietly.

“Oh, okay.” He waited a minute, letting silence fall between us, until he cleared his throat and asked, “So are you two like, together?”

My heart was pounding. I had never spoken about any of this to anyone. Not even about our Coach Steve. About the guy from the mall. My prof. My dorm room neighbor. I’ve told no one. I hesitated, not sure what to say. “Uh….you mean John?”

“That big fucking dude.” He was whispering quietly. “Did he mean it?”

“Mean what?” I asked reflexively, although I knew what he was asking.

“That you’re ‘his’?”

I gave an uncomfortable laugh. “Yeah, I guess I sort of am.”

“How long has he been fucking you?”

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. “Not long Todd, but listen…”I paused, “No one knows okay?”

He laughed now. “You think I’m going to say anything? No one knows about me either dude, so I expect the same from you. But….” He cleared his throat again. “I think you’re fucking hot bro.”

I chuckled again into the phone. “I think you’re hot too Todd. Honestly.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Then come over.” His voice sounded lusty, horny. “Please. I’ve been jerking off all week thinking about fucking you again.”

I gave a throaty sort of laugh at this. “I can’t. Seriously, I’m so tired buddy.”

“Okay,” he said, sounding dejected. “Maybe tomorrow then? We could hang, and just, you know…see what happens. I’m seriously so fucking hard for you.”

I smiled, knowing that my former catcher from my baseball team was this into me. But I wanted John. There was no question about it. John was more my type. Definitely, more my type.

“I’ll let you know buddy.” I ended the conversation not really giving Todd the chance to say much more, and rolled over on my bed, still holding the phone.

Instinctively I dialed John’s number. There was no answer. I climbed off the bed and found my wallet and pulled out the card he had given me with all his contact information. Without even hesitating, I dialed the dealership service number on his card.

His deep sexy voice answered, sounding all professional and serious in his standard greeting, ending with “This is John.”

I smiled at hearing his voice. “Hi John, it’s Brian. Your little man.”

There was a brief pause, before he responded casually. “Hey man.”

“I’m sorry to call you at work, but I was thinking about you….” I trailed off, not really sure what to say. I hadn’t planned this out, and I was still tired.

He gave a small chuckle. “No problem at all, and I’m glad to hear that buddy.” I heard him shuffling things around on his desk. “Tell me why you really called.”

I hesitated, my heart racing.

“Go on, tell me. I’m listening.” I could tell he was smiling, and his voice was deep, normal, as if he had customers standing around him. But no one could hear me on the other end.

“I called because I want you.”

He gave a little laugh again, sounding even sexier. “Well then let’s schedule you in a for a service.”

I laughed at the way he talked so normally.

“I could probably make some time tonight, last appointment. Would that work for you?” He asked, a hint of sex in his voice.

I swallowed hard. “You mean come to the dealership tonight?”

“Yeah, we close at 9 tonight, but I could take a look at it personally if you want. Depends on how desperate you are.”

I was smiling widely on my end of the phone, picturing him sitting at his desk, his big arms shuffling through papers as he cradled the phone against his shoulder. “Oh, I’m desperate alright. It’s been a week and I’m in need for sure.”

He let out a deep laugh into the phone. “Well then, I suggest you bring it on in here at 9:15pm and I’ll take a look under the hood for you.”

Fuck he was sexy. “Sounds good.”

“I can check your fluids, get you all greased up, and I’ll have your engine purring like new. Make sure you’re completely satisfied.” His voice was sexy, deeper, and obviously enjoying this talk.

“Sounds like you’ve done this before.” I said, equally turned on now.

He paused for a moment, and then I heard him take in a deep breath. “Actually, no. But I want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

“No fear there.” I laughed into the phone. “I’ll be there at 9:15.”

“Come to the side door beside the entrance to the service department. I’ll wait at the door for you. Looking forward to it.” He said softly.

I couldn’t help but fall back on the bed. Suddenly I wasn’t tired. But I had two hours to get ready for my man.

And in two hours, I drove slowly into the dealership parking lot, heading towards the service department side of the building. It was exactly 9:15pm when I made my way towards the far side, around the corner from the service entry large sliding doors. It was still and quiet, a few cars parked along the side, and there, standing outside leaning against the door in his blue uniform type service wear, was my big stud.

John looked up as I drove my mom’s car forward and pulled into a spot across from him. His hands were in his pockets, one big work boot was resting on the wall behind him, amplifying his big knee in his blue pants as he stared at me. He had a dark 5 o’clock shadow across his face, as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days. It made him look scruffy, and sexy as hell. I was already hard as I stepped out of the car.

He smiled wide as he saw me in my shorts and t-shirt and flip flops. “Sweet.” He said simply. He brought his foot down and stood waiting for me, a magnificent sight in blue, completing the picture in his work boots and hands in his pockets. He looked like one of those photos of a muscled man in a garage setting, before he was half naked. I took in a deep breath as my eyes locked on his. “You here for a service?” He smiled teasingly and opened the side door.

I laughed and nodded. “I am. I didn’t know you did after hour appointments.”

He inhaled deeply as I came beside him, holding the door open for me and breathing me in as he let me step inside. “Only for my special customers who need it badly.”

The door slammed shut and he grabbed me gently, and pushed me sideways to the wall, lifting me up off the floor and bringing me to his face in his familiar greeting. Our mouths met and he kissed me softly, once, before putting me back down again. Then he smacked my ass hard and said, “Follow me.”

“Are we alone?” I asked, following him into the main garage.

He turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Uh huh.” He continued walking to the furthest part of the area, into a back section with an additional two car garage bay. There was a large SUV in the first one, and a smaller sedan parked in the farthest bay. I followed him in silence, taking in the smell of the place and the eerie quiet. Just the smell of the garage was making me hard.

He stopped at the back of the garage and turned to face me, leaning his ass on the hood of the smaller car and spreading his legs. “Okay little man, time for your service.” He unzipped his fly and fished out his already hard dick, tugging at his pants sideways just to free that thick 9-inch tool.

“Here?” I said nervously, staring at that gorgeous big cock as it came into view.

He smiled, stroking his cock slowly, pulling those big juicy balls out over top of his pants. Just looking at him in his blue shirt, his fist wrapped around his thick shaft, staring at me stroking that big dick would be enough fodder for me to jerk off to for years to come. Breathing in the smell of this masculine place, I knew what was going to happen next would cement jerk off material for a long, long time.

I moved quietly to him, never taking my eyes off his, and moved between his legs. He didn’t stop stroking slowly, just stared at me with a sly grin. “Step one. Lube.” He said gruffly.

I looked down at his cock, so fucking hard throbbing in his hand. I watched him work his own big hand up and down it slowly, his thumb pausing at the top at times to rub the head, before sliding all the way back down. He tugged his pants down a bit to make sure his round balls could breath, and then undid the top button to give himself a bit more freedom. I licked my lips and hanging on to his thick legs, knelt in front of him.

He pointed his cock at me, and I knew what to do, opening my mouth and taking it in. His cock smelled like a man, having worked in a grungy garage area all day. And I couldn’t have taken that thing in me faster as I breathed him in, making me swoon with hunger for him as I remembered his scent. I wanted him so bad at this moment.

He held his cock as I did, my mouth coming to rest all the way down on the base to his fingers at the bottom. Then he shoved two fingers into my mouth while I held his cock in there, making me moan already at having more of him in my lips. He dug his fingers into my mouth as I moved up his cock, and when I reached the top, he held them in there and smiled at me. Then he pushed my head back down on his cock and made me suck him.

I could hear the hood of the car cave in and then bump back out as he sat there and adjusted, trying hard not to crush it in with his weight as I sucked on his beautiful cock. The sounds of my slobbering were echoing throughout the empty garage. My eyes flicked open and as I sucked his dick, I took in my surroundings. The car he was sitting on, the overhead lights, the smell of the place, the dirty cement floor. All this made me suck that cock harder. I was so turned on.

John leaned all the way back on the hood of the car and spread his arms out. I had to stand up to keep sucking him in this position just to reach and to keep it all in my mouth. I took a break and jerked him, so I could see him laying there spread eagled over the hood of the car. The bottom of his shirt had ridden up a bit, and I could see his rippled abs and the line of hair leading upwards. His arms were splayed out as if he had died on a cross, so big and muscular even in this position. He was groaning as he enjoyed my fist on his dick. “Keep sucking it little man.” He growled at me, lifting his head up to see me staring at him. He smiled, realizing that I was admiring him. He sat up and pulled his shirt off, squeezed his pecs and made them dance for me, and then lifted his right arm and flexed it for me, showing off the huge bicep that bulged as he did.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned, still stroking his cock hard. He pulled my face to it, and I licked it hungrily. The tip was so round, big, my tongue enjoying the outline of it.

“You like big muscles don’t you little man?” He groaned at me, pulled my face up and kissed me roughly before shoving my face back to his cock.

I mumbled a yes as I stuffed his cock back in my mouth, my eyes looking back up at his chest, the hair spread across it in a light dusting, the definition from his pecs to his shoulders and traps. He lifted his chin up a bit in a cocky sort of way and told me to keep sucking his cock for a bit longer. He laid back down and I could see his mountainous pecs sticking up in the air, his nipples pointing up as he breathed in and out as I expertly sucked his meat.

Then he pushed me off gently and stood up, his pants staying up over his ass but his cock sticking straight out, wet from my own spit. He moved behind me and guided me to the hood of the car, bending me over it onto my stomach and reaching around to undo the front of my pants. “Time to check under the hood.” He teased at me, opening my pants and pulling them down just over my bubbled jock ass.

He groaned behind me and pushed me forward, spreading my ass open and sticking his tongue onto the top of my ass and working his way down. He growled as he dove his tongue into my crack, wiggling his scratchy face in between to moan in me. His tongue found my hole, and he licked and kissed it gingerly. His big hands were on my cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, holding them, kneading them open as he rimmed me to high heaven. The feel of the car under me was wild.

I leaned up and pulled my own shirt off, leaning back over the car to feel the cold hood against my flesh, while John’s tongue probed my ass. He was flicking it like a mad man, clearly horned up from a long day at work. Then he really started lapping at me ass and driving his tongue deep inside.

“You haven’t had any cock in here since mine, have you?” He moaned in me. Clearly, he was trying to taste another guy in me.

“No.” I moaned back.

“Good boy.” He said and smacked my ass and licked me more. “Cause this ass belongs to me. It’s just for my cock, you hear?” He wasn’t mean about it, or even remotely frightening. But he was firm, direct, and I loved this feeling, as if he owned my ass.

He stood up and spit into my hole, opening it up and looking into it, rubbing his own spit against me and tapping his thick finger on it. “Fuck yes.” I moaned at him, bending over more.

“No one else. Unless I approve.” He added the last part, and my mind went to Todd. John let him fuck me at first, but then wouldn’t let cum in me and told him that I was his from now on. It was part of the reason I didn’t see Todd tonight. I wanted John. I knew already that I belonged to John.

I felt the tip of John’s fat cockhead at my hole suddenly, as he held it there against me. I turned around to see that his pants were still on and over his waist. He was bare chested, looking fucking hot as hell behind me. His pecs were flexed, and he held his cock in his hand, ready to fuck me over the hood of some stranger’s car.

“You ready for your full service?” He grinned at me, rubbing his cock at my hole.

I gripped the sides of the car, my face pressed against the cold hood as I opened up for him. He pushed the tip in, keeping it there for a moment, spreading me open, inviting me to swallow him in. I heard him chuckle behind me.

“Fuck you’ve got such a tight ass.” He held his cock at my opening, shaking his dick a bit as my ass involuntarily took more inside. But he held it back, letting me adjust to his thick head. “I could fuck this ass every day.” He groaned, moving his legs in a bit, spreading mine open with his. He was ready.

I moaned as the head slipped inside me, inhaling deeply as the feeling of him invading me once again overtook me. “Come on big guy, I’m ready. Fuck me!” I heard myself yelling at him, pushing my ass backwards on his cock and taking more of his thick shaft in my ass.

He groaned behind me. “Yeah little man? Can’t wait, can you?!” He yelled back at me, and then with one quick thrust, he shoved his entire cock in me, slamming my ass in a loud smacking sound.

I gasped suddenly, and felt my body hit the hood of the car roughly, letting out a loud “Ugh!” as he did.

He held my hips and grinded his cock around in me, forcing my ass to take it and open up for him. “Fuck B, this is my new home.” He said gruffly behind me. “I’m so glad you called.” He arched his back and let out a little growl and then slowly pulled his cock all the way out of my ass.

I groaned, and begged him to put it back in.

He aimed it at my ass again and just like before, slid just the head in and waited. This time, I pushed backwards and slammed against him, taking it all the way in and feeling it punch my inner wall. We both moaned at that point, filling the garage with the sounds of our voices. And with that he grabbed my hips firmly and started to ram my ass hard.

I grunted as I hung on to the roof of the car, feeling John’s powerful thrusts digging into me without mercy. He fucked me mercilessly, groaning loudly and feeling my ass with his hands, eventually letting go of me completely and just used his hips to punch into me. I held myself firmly against the car and took it deep, a smile coming over me as I loudly grunted my approval.

After a solid pounding, he pulled out and stood back, slapping my ass and telling me to turn over. I stood up, my legs a little wobbly from the previous position and turned around. John’s cock was slick and sticking out at me. “Take ‘em off.” He said pointing at my shorts.

I kicked off my flip flops and pulled my shorts off, standing naked in the garage in front of him. He kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants. “Keep the boots on.” I found myself saying.

He stopped as he pulled his pant leg off and grinned at me. “You dirty little fucker.” He stepped back into his work boots and I took a good look at him - standing naked, a perfect muscled figure in light brown work boots. He looked like a porn model on a photo shoot, with his cock hard and pointing at me. “Get over here.” He moved to the front of the car and held his arms out, signaling me with his fingers. He moved close to me and grabbed my ass as I leaned back on the hood of the car. He bent his knees and aimed that big cock at my ass under me as he held me up in the air, his arms under my knees.

He slid in easily, and positioned his legs wide underneath me, starting to thrust slowly into me as I leaned back on the car. He pushed me further up the hood until I had my ass against it, and I could lay backwards on it. Then he started once again to pound me hard.

He leaned over me and clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue reaching into my mouth to find mine and battle. I wrapped my arms around his naked back and enjoyed the humping against the car. “You ever been fucked on a car?” he growled at me, holding me under him.

I shook my head.

“Hot, isn’t it?” He grinned at me, before kissing me hard again. My God, this was intense! I looked up at the ceiling as he plunged deeper and deeper into me in this position. The smell from the garage, and the smell of his manly body all over me was making me groan.

He stood back up and continued his assault in me, holding my legs over his arms and fucking me hard. I was whimpering loudly, watching him pump me hard. We didn’t speak for a while, just looked at each other and groped our muscles. Until he pulled me down the hood of the car, my skin burning from the friction, and picked me up to continue fucking me standing up.

There he was, in his work boots, standing at the edge of a car, with me impaled on his cock, power fucking me up and down. I was grunting with every bounce, clinging on to his naked body as he effortlessly lifted me up and down on his rock-hard cock. He looked at me, watching me enjoying the sensation, and then leaned in to kiss me as he bounced me on his thick shaft. He was hitting my spot every time and I was letting him know through very loud groans.

As I clung to his neck tight, his hands went to my ass to spread me open even more, allowing his hips to gyrate up and continue to fuck me deep. My cock was rubbing against his washboard stomach and I knew this was it.

“Oh fuck yes John.” I started muttering over and over again. He growled hearing it, and started fucking up faster, spreading his legs wider to get into a deeper squat to really get in me. He felt me start to shake as he held my ass open, and his mouth found mine in a deep, guttural kiss.

I moaned into his mouth as cum started shooting up and out of my cock, onto our chests as he pummeled my ass relentlessly, until I was shaking so hard my entire body was locked around him just to steady myself – my arms around his neck, my chest pressed against his, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. He held me in his big arms now, and just let me have it.

He fucked me harder than ever, arms around me and lifting me up and slamming me down on his cock as he fucked it upward. It was like being raped by a steel rod. My head was in his neck as I tried to steady myself from the convulsions, only to hear his deep voice in my ear announce that he was going to cum in me.

“Here it comes little man!” He growled in my ear, letting out a loud roar as he started to spill his load deep in me. He fucked that cock up in me, cum leaking out down his shaft as he did, making it even more slick as I kept bouncing up and down on it, while we both moaned and kissed and grunted until he was done.

He grabbed me tight and held me down on his cock. I could still feel it flexing and jerking in my ass as I sat on it, John’s big arms around me and his tongue shoved down my throat in a deep kiss. He started walking, but my eyes were closed, and I had no sense of where we were going. All I knew and cared about was that I was in the arms of this giant naked hulk still sitting on his cock. He could’ve walked me home like this.

“You are one hot fuck Brian.” John moaned in my mouth as we kissed, his big hands holding my ass and squeezing my cheeks against his still hard tool in me.

I wriggled in his arms, my ass moving around his cock causing him to moan and raise his eyebrows at me. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I looked around as he walked me into the service customer entrance, kicking opening a door. I hugged him tighter, as if I could hide against his big solid body. “Where are you taking me?” I asked with a chuckle.

He moved to a familiar area, one I immediately recognized. It was where I first saw him, sitting at his desk. His cock wasn’t going down, but now instead, felt like it was enlarging once again as we moved towards his desk. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He grumbled, moving right up to his desk, pushing his chair out of the way with one hand as he placed me down gently on top of his desk with the other, the cold wood hitting my bare ass as he leaned over me, kissing me deep and pushing me backwards a bit. He pushed his dick in me and then pulled back.

Yep. He was hard again already.

He kissed me all the way down, until I was lying back with him leaning over me, bending at the waist standing at the edge of his desk. He pulled away from my mouth and stood up straight, his cock hardening even more in me as he grabbed my legs and held them up in the air by the ankles. His eyes looked straight into mine as we locked our gaze. A slow smile spread across his handsome face as he stood towering above me. He looked massive, his muscles flexed and tight, as he stared down at me, his cock still implanted in my ass.

“I pictured doing this to you the first day I saw you standing over there.” He moved his eyes to the doorway I was leaning against when he first noticed me, when I spotted those big biceps on him. And how I took in the rest of him and just about fainted from lust. He slowly pushed his cock into me farther, making me moan and move slightly. “And every day since, I have thought about standing over you on my desk….” He pulled back slowly and then moved forward again, teasing me with that giant piece of meat of his. I let a smile appear on my face, letting him know how much I was enjoying this toying with my ass. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he started to pump me slowly, feeling his cock growing to its full mast once again sliding in and out of my cum soaked ass easily. He moaned and let his head fall back a bit.

I started up at his chin, that thick veiny neck of his. Fuck he is hot. Hottest guy I had ever met. Completely ripped and defined, every muscle carefully sculpted to perfection and layered with just the right amount of hair to make him manly. His head slowly came down again and his eyes opened to meet my gaze. He smiled again and leaned in a bit more, thrusting his hips into me a little harder to make me take his cock deeper. “You know, I thought it would be hot to let your buddy take turns on you with me,” His voice was dripping with sex as he spoke, a slight sneer coming across his beautiful face, “But when I saw him fucking you I got so pissed off.” His sneer turned into a smile. “I wanted you all to myself.”

He opened my legs wider, scissoring them open and picked up his pace, moving in all the way inside me. I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass now as he drilled me, his hands on my feet, holding them. His hands were so big they covered my entire foot in his grasp. He moved my feet to his chest and placed them on each pec. He let go and leaned forward, causing me to bend my knees to keep them there as his mouth moved towards mine. “I could fuck you every day, in any fucking place.” He said, inches from my face. My knees were at my ears as he bent me in half, as if he was a giant leg press machine with a giant cock stuffed in my ass. I closed my eyes as his cock was rhythmically moving in me and then felt his lips gently on mine. “And now every day when I come to work, I’ll remember this, fucking you raw on my desk.” His voice was like a whisper, almost out of breath as he picked up speed, driving his cock in and out of me hard now, his balls loudly smacking my ass with each punch of his cock.

I grabbed his neck and pulled him back to me to kiss me deep, I sucked his tongue in, moaned like a bitch and told him to cum in me again.

He grunted and groaned but I wouldn’t let him pull away, continuing to kiss me hard. I wanted to feel his tongue in me as his cum filled my ass again.

He grabbed the other end of the desk for leverage and REALLY started to fuck me hard now, kissing me fiercely and groaning in my mouth as our bodies started to sweat from the workout. This fuck was taking longer, and I loved it. I was becoming a true bottom boy. He rammed my ass hard against his desk, moving it out of position but never stopping us. I could hear the squeaks from the legs sliding on the floor, his grunts filling the room, and his balls smacking my ass so hard it was getting me off.

I reached in between us and grabbed at my cock, determined to cum a second time as my cock ached to be relieved again under him. He was fucking me the hardest he ever had, and I kept his mouth locked on mine. “Don’t stop kissing me.” I moaned at him, holding his face to mine as his strength started to come through, lifting me up practically with every thrust as I clung to him.

He grabbed my hips and held them tight as he humped me, our tongues still doing battle. The sound of me jerking my cock under him echoed through the empty room. His inhaling intensified through his nose, and our groans increased as he mumbled that he was going to explode.

We kept kissing intensely as he started to shudder over me, letting another load cream my ass in several sharp, hard thrusts in me. As the second one hit, and I could feel his cock pulse inside my ass, I let out my own second load, spilling another load over my chest and spraying John’s as well. His hands let go of my waist and grabbed my head to hold me as we kept kissing through our orgasms, breathing in deeply through our noses and open mouths when we could. It was the most intense, erotic orgasm I had ever felt.

I was in the middle of the service department waiting area where we had first laid eyes on each other. And now I was getting fucked by him, the hottest, most good-looking muscle man on the planet.

He groaned loudly, and pulled me upwards, wrapping his arms around me to stand up once again, with me still sitting on his cock, his mouth open wide to match mine as we kissed as deeply as we could. He pulled back and looked at me, wiping the sweat from my forehead and letting out a loud “FUCK!”

Then he squeezed me tight and took a step backwards from the desk. I shifted, feeling his cock finally deflating a bit, and tried to wiggle up. He sensed it as well, and helped me up and off his cock, setting me down in front of him. I could feel cum running down my leg with what I was sure was a typical John load – thick and creamy and copious amounts. I turned around and grabbed the tissues on his desk, beside a picture of a beautiful woman.

“Who’s that?” I asked, wiping the stream of his juice off my leg.

John inhaled deeply and let out a giant sigh, then gave me a sort of awkward look. His eyes looked at me sheepishly. “My fiancé.”

I looked at her, long brown hair, model features, gorgeous green eyes. She was so beautiful she looked like she came with the frame. “Fiancé? As in you’re getting married?” I looked at him, standing in front of me with his hands on his waist. That fucking ripped waist with his rippling abs and Adonis Belt staring at me above his dangling still thick looking cut cock. I was almost distracted enough to just move to him and start sucking on it. Fuck he was just as beautiful as the woman in the frame.

He shrugged. “Yeah.” He looked down at the floor, and my eyes looked down too. His muscular legs ending in his work boots. Every part of him was perfection. “Does that bother you?”

I didn’t know what to say. I had already messed around with a few married guys, so I figured it didn’t. But I wasn’t expecting John to be so straight that he had a hidden fiancé in the wings. My eyes roamed back up his chiseled frame, to his eyes. He was waiting for me to answer, with a sweet little look on him that made me melt.

“I hope it doesn’t.” He mumbled, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “I need to keep seeing you.” He said quietly.

I sat my ass backwards on the desk and folded my arms against my chest, looking up at him. He moved towards me and stood in front, waiting for me to speak.

“I’ll only fuck you. I mean it. If you’ll be mine, and only mine.” He ran his hands up my arms and onto my shoulders, letting his big paws rest on top of me. “Do you want that? No one will know.”

I sighed and let out a long slow breath and looked up to his handsome face. That chiseled jaw. Those soulful eyes. That gorgeous face. He was fucking hot as hell. With his enormous muscular body standing before me, how could I say no?