Mobile Bicycle Repair Man

I had one of those huge three wheel bicycles with two in front and one in the back. I think they called them tadpile trikes. Anyway, it was great to ride around; low wind resistance, easy to pedal up hills. It just had one problem. It was nearly impossible to fix a flat on the rear tire because it was crowded with hardware. So, after a ride, I parked the trike in my living room and a day later, I realize I caught a goat head and pumping up didn't fix the problem. 

So, I had no way to transport the trike to a bicycle shop because I didn't have a rack on my car. Instead, I found a guy who traveled around town in a sprinter van doing mobile bike repairs. I made an appointment for two days out. When the time for the appointment arrived, he never called to say he was waiting outside my gated apartment. After ten minutes, I called him and discovered that he had written my number down incorrectly. So, he was annoyed about sitting ten minutes and I felt a little guilty about not calling him earlier. I moved my trike into his van and I went back to my apartment. 

Ten minutes later, he knocked. I opened the door and he said he was all finished. I asked if he would bring the trike back inside which he did, right into my living room. Since this was the middle of summer and he was about to leave, I offered him a cold drink. He declined but he told me that he had to do some test rides on a few bikes earlier in the heat and he really could use a shower. He asked if I would mind if he jumped in my shower for a while. After the problem with the number, I really wanted to make it up to him so I got him some fresh towels and a wash cloth and showed him to my bathroom. 

He left the door wide open and proceeded to undress while talking to me about his work as a bike mechanic. When he pulled off his bike shorts , I was in awe of his cock. He was thick and circumcised; easily 8 inches. I tried not to stare and acted like I was still hearing was he was saying to me but the reality was I could not stop thinking about his sexy cock. He got into the shower and I went to my bedroom. 

About ten minutes later, i heard the water shut off and he yelled my name and asked if i could come into the bathroom. I arrived and found him with a wet towel around his neck totally nude. My heart was racing. He asked "should I leave this wet towel here in the shower?" I walked forward and said "Oh, I will throw it in the hamper for you." It felt like our eyes were locked on one another. 

I thought to myself, just say something and see what happens. I really wasn't sure if he was gay or not but I took a chance and complimented him; "You really have a nice cock. Your wife must be really happy." He laughed and said "Thanks but I not married and by the way, I gay." I thought to myself, this is crazy. He is so beautiful but just live life so I asked "Could I kiss you?" He stepped forward without saying a word a put his hand behind my neck and leaned in to kiss me. 

I opened my mouth and moved against his wet body. Our cocks began to get hard as they pressed against each other. I slid my hand slowly down his back letting my fingers slide between the cheeks of his firm ass. He asked me if I would suck his cock. I didn't say a word; instead leading him to the bedroom where he stood next to the bed and i got on my knees taking his cock in my mouth. I licked his opening where I hoped a gush of cum would eventually shoot out and then with a wet mouth, slid all eight inches into my mouth and throat. 

I could feel his balls slapping against my face as he started thrusting; using my mouth like a wet vagina. He was moaning and calling me dirty derogatory names which I really loved. "You like being on your knees you little faggot cocksucker!" It was true. I wouldn't get upset. I moved my hands from his strong hips to his ass and began squeezing his strong sexy ass cheeks. He became even more excited and screamed "I'm going to fucking cum in your mouth." I slide my fingers of my right hand between his cheeks and pressed gently against the opening of his hole and he shot a creamy thick rope of cum against the back of my throat which I swallowed. 

He stayed inside my mouth for a while and I felt him relax. I thought he was finished and he began to pull back when another load shot out with less force. I saved this. After he finished pulling out, I pulled him down on his knees next to me and kissed him with a mouth full of his sweet thick creamy cum. It was so romantic. He then got dressed. I paid him for the repair and he left. Except for seeing him in his mobile repair van around town, I haven't had a chance to play with him again. I'm thinking about creating a flat in my tadpole trike so I can have a good reason to call him.