I Said Yes

Risky Business

We went back inside and wandered over to the booth and helped Rob and Chris sort of straighten things up. We talked among ourselves and all agreed to pop over to Zig Zag for a couple of drinks before going to the event at the Met. Corey had called and was just going to meet us at Zag and Rob was going to run to his house really quick to clean up (he had been in his Chef uniform all day) and change. The rest of us were just going to wear what we had on. We popped over to Nolan’s booth and told him the plan and he said he would meet us there and Michael and I headed towards the doors…

“Hey…do you want to take one of the cars?”

“I don’t care but it’s really not that far of a walk…it’s just past Elliott’s and up the stairs and then the Met is only about 4 blocks from there”

“I know…just not sure I feel like walking…and how are we going to get to your house afterwards…?”

“You know we can just Uber…or even the bus…they run until 2 am”

“How about we take my truck just in case we need to grab stuff from the gig tonight…and take it to your house and Uber in the morning…that way we only have one vehicle here”

“Actually…that kind of makes sense…and we can even take the water taxi in the morning…”

“Perfect…why don’t you carry this stuff to your car, and I will go grab the truck…it’s up one level so I will bring it down to you here”

“Ok…it’s a plan”

Michael ran over to the elevator and went up. I put our gear and a box of swag in the back of my car…locked it up…lit a smoke and waited. In the meantime, I had gotten a text from Chris saying he and Nolan were at Zag and had grabbed some seats at the bar. About that time, I heard Michael’s truck coming down the ramp and around the corner. There was an empty spot two spaces over from me so he backed in there…which, at the time, I thought was weird…why not just pull up so I could jump in? Oh well…sometimes there was just no explanation for this goofy guy…

I put my keys in my pocket, opened his door and hit the step up into the cab (He had a semi lifted F-250 so you had to “climb” up and in). When I scooted over into the seat, I looked over at him and I saw he had tilted his steering wheel up and sat there with his pants unbuckled and down below his knees. He looked at me, sitting there in his white CK boxer briefs, and gave me the classic evil grin that I had come to know him for…and I knew what that particular grin meant…He had one hand up inside his polo shirt and the other cupping his bulge…which was pretty substantial by then…

“Really…now who is the actual horn dog”

“I have always wanted to do this…like this…”

“Got a little exhibitionist streak in ya huh…the hot tub, the hot springs and now this…”

“It’s what you do to me”

“Oh, I think this was already a part of you…ha-ha”

I have to admit that the whole scene was doing it for me although I was pretty worried we’d be seen…but we were on the 3rd floor…sort of in a dark corner…and sitting up higher than most other vehicles…I reached over and began to rub his thigh and he then lifted up a bit, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the CK’s and slid them down to the floor while he spread his legs. He had a bench seat, which was easy to maneuver around on, so I turned sideways, on my knees, and I lowered my face to his waiting crotch and slowly took his soft cock in my mouth. As I closed my lips around the shaft…and it started to grow in my mouth I heard…

“Ahhhhhh,”

As it grew, I started slowly licking around the head. His cock danced and flexed with each flick of my tongue. I encircled the head with my lips and slowly took inch by inch into my mouth all the way down to his balls.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,”

Michael grabbed the back of my head and started moving his hips and fucking my mouth. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, he was gently moaning and quietly whispering….

"Ooooh yeah, suck it Matt, suck my cock."

His dick was stiff as a lead pipe in my mouth as he held my head and arched his hips, burying his cock to his balls in my mouth and holding it there for a bit. Then he backed off for another pump back into my mouth. This slow but steady rhythm went on for a good 5-10 minutes, much to my surprise and delight, because I thought he’d blow his load quicker. His moans got louder, his thrusts got more erratic and the head of his cock started to swell...signaling me that he was about to blow his load. Then suddenly…

“I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming, Ooohhhh shit… I’m Cumming,”

He was holding my head and pushing his cock in my mouth when I felt a thick warm blast of cum hit my tongue. With a vice-like grip he held my head still, arched his hips and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, holding me still as he unloaded his balls in my mouth. I could feel the swell and flex of six different shots and then a warm flow that I was able to hold in my mouth. His sounds and moans were still quiet…like he was trying to not be noticed…

“Ugh, ugh, ugh”was what I was hearing each time there was another shot of jizz.

His eyes had been closed, until the last few blasts and, as I looked up at him, we made eye contact…and silly as it sounds in this, of all weird places…we had a strange connection.After he quieted down, he let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I still had a mouthful of his cum and I leaned up and over and kissed him. For me, that was a first…and weird…kissing and exchanging like that…but I was so turned on by the thing we just did…and so in the moment…Then I leaned back down and licked a thick pearl drop of cum off of his pee-slit and milked a little more out. I swear you measure this guy’s loads with a 4-cup measuring cup.

I pulled up and he was just sitting there…still with his hand on his abs and the other one holding onto his sack. His eyes were closed, and he was leaning back against the head rest. As I looked at him, he was still trying to catch his breath and that grin…still with that damn grin on his face. We sat there for a few and I tried to put myself back together. I was still incredibly turned on by the whole thing…something I had never really done before…but I had to smile, and I admit…I, too, was turned on by what just happened. I remember not caring about where we were and who could possibly know what we…or I was doing. Of course, I was well hidden, but the excitement came at the risk of it all. Once again, something so out of my box…so unplanned and unexpected…and so hot.

Michael leaned over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another kiss. This time it lingered and did nothing to reduce my arousal but what it did do was put that same sort of smile on my face.

“So…do you think you should cover yourself up and pull yourself together?”

“Boy howdy…I was thinking we might go another round!”

“You are a horn dog…and a second round this quick, even for you, might take some work”

“Well, maybe I was thinking it’s your turn”

“As much as I appreciate that thought…ha-ha…remember I got me a little this morning. I gotta tell ya though…as out of character as this was for me it really did get me going!”

“And let me tell you…you are soooo good at that…so good that I am getting a little worked up again just thinking about it”

“No…can’t do it…we got people to meet and places to go…”

“Buzz kill”

“I will make you a deal…”

“Oh yeah…what kinda deal?”

“After the gig tonight…you can name your place”

“Seriously…are you messing with me?”

“Nope”

“What’s the catch? And what’s gotten into you?”

“No catch…I swear…just so we don’t get arrested or are seen by your family”

“It’s a deal…sucks though…”

“What?”

“Cuz that is all I am gonna think about now”

“Well…here’s your chance…better think long and hard about what you want”

“Damn…oh…it’s gonna be long and hard alright…just you wait”

“Horn Dog”

“Now let’s get outta here”