Toby and his Buick

It was a normal Tuesday night heading home from another long night of my second shift job. I was young and didn’t mind it much – the pay was good and the insurance better – but it did hamper my personal life some. But I put up with it because I worked with so many sexy, masculine men. While I’m also masculine, I wasn’t the ‘football watching, four wheel driving, fishing all night’ guy like so many I worked with. And because we were all around the same age (both men and women), we were all constantly horny. And the women that worked with us (of which many were quite attractive – even the resident lesbian) kept all the young straight guys panting like dogs in heat.

Toby was one of those guys I had my eyes on. He was about six feet tall, 185 pounds or so, dark hair, blue eyes and a sexy (I thought at the time) scraggly moustache. His smile was cute and his laugh made me melt. Out of all the guys I worked with, he was one of three that stood out to me. He was cute and sexy. Toby was always talking about the girls there. While he was young (twenty five or so) he was a few yours older than me, so I took his constant talk about girls to mean he was all about the vagina. I was wrong.

Anyway, Tuesday night I was driving home. I had two main ways to go home: one was mostly highway and the other was back roads. I usually took the back roads when weather permitted but this night, I decided to take the highway. Part of the drive was the same drive Toby took to get home. I knew this but didn’t think about it until I saw a black car much like his on the side of the road near my exit. I slowed as the traffic was lite at 11:40PM on a Tuesday night, and saw that it was indeed Toby inside the car. People had cell phones at this time, but only those in managerial positions with money (this was when text messages cost money to send) so neither he or I had a cell phone. I passed him, pulled off the side of the road and reversed back towards him. I got out and walked back to his car. He saw me and looked relieved.

I asked him what was going on and he told me his car just died. Which I thought funny internally as he always bragged about his high performance Buick. We popped the hood and looked for anything obvious – we found nothing. I tried to start the car to no avail. He told me his car was doing so good – getting amazing gas mileage. I asked him when he last got gas. He told me it was two weeks ago. Knowing roughly how far he lived from work that didn’t make sense – I lived further and I needed gas ever 9-10 days at least.

I know more about cars than most. He affirmed he had an empty gas container in his trunk. I suggested he was out of gas but he said no. After much insisting, I took him and his empty container to a 24/7 gas station, had him buy another container and fill them up. I took him back to his car, we dumped the gas in and after a couple of long cranks, it started right up. I followed him to the gas station (in case it died again) and he filled up. His gas gauge was broken as it didn’t move from the three quarters even after a full tank. He wasn’t happy that I, a younger guy, was right. Or maybe because his gem of a car wasn’t as airtight as he seemed to think. At any rate, he left grateful, but in a huff. I smiled relishing being right, yet again.

At work the next night, I busted his balls over it and, to my surprise, Toby was good with it even in front of the other guys. Admittedly, that caused him to become even more attractive to me. We did our work and when it was time to go, we met at the time clock to punch out. He asked me if I had a minute as we were walking to the parking lot. “For you, I have more than a minute!” I thought to myself. I told him ‘sure’ and we walked to his car. He asked me about how his car was sputtering on the way to work. We popped the hood while everyone left. I got my tools and tinkered around, not finding anything. I told him it could be clogged fuel injectors or fuel filter – maybe he sucked up gunk in the tank.

I packed up and we went to leave, but his car wouldn’t stay running for long. Eventually, he asked if could take him home, to which I agreed ( having cutie pie Toby in my car for 45 minutes would be a partial dream come true). We talked about his car, then we talked about the girls we worked with. Well, he did, I just listened. He told me he hadn’t ‘gotten any’ in several weeks and that’s one reason he was so grumpy at work. I hadn’t noticed but I suggested he jack it more frequently. He sat quiet for a few minutes then said something that stunned me. He asked if he could give me a hand job.

I sat there stunned. At least until that sentence reached my cock. I asked him what he meant, laughing. He told me he knew I was gay and was in to him. I sat there not knowing what to say. We were on the highway late on a Wednesday night. Was he messing with me or serious? Was he going to jack me or stab me? We both lived in highly conservative, country towns. Gay people (well, specifically guys) weren’t something welcomed there. I decided to call his bluff.

I leaned back, making room for him and told him “Yeah. Since I’m taking you home I think you should give me a handy!” He reached over and grabbed my cock, which was partly hard by now. Was he calling my bluff now? I swallowed hard as he leaned over. I sat there saying nothing else, waiting for a ‘gotcha!’ from him. But that never came.

Be reached undone my pants, my cock now sticking straight up towards my face. His big hands grabbed my boxer covered cock. I can still remember how his hand felt wrapped around my now pulsing cock. Being dark, he couldn’t see it well so he arranged it so it popped out the front of my boxers. I looked over and he was studying it deeply as he started to jack me. He made some comment about my cock being big. At the time I had little experience with different guys and I thought my cock was average. I learned later in life, I’m well above average.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off the road too long, so I focused back on the road only to feel something warm and wet envelope my dick head. I gasped and looked down only to see the back of his head as he started sucking me like I’ve not been sucked before! I glad the cruise control was one as my legs went stiff when he reached around and cupped my hairy nuts.

I was coming up on his exit so I pushed him off of me afraid I wouldn’t be able to navigate the exit safely. I came to the stop sign and stopped, sitting there with my wet cock out of my pants. I looked over at Toby and he was sitting there rubbing his own hard cock. “I know a place where we can go if interested” he offered. I nodded and followed his directions while he sat there rubbing his cock – mine not cold for his saliva but still hard.

“Pull over here” he said, pointing to a cornfield. “What?” I asked. “Here” he said pointing at an entry road tractors used to enter/exit the field. We were in the middle of no where – no where that I’ve been before. I pulled off the road perpendicular to the field’s road, parked, and turned off the car. “Come on” he said as he opened the door. I stuff my cock, now harder than it’s been all day – back in my pants and got out, following him to the passenger side. He reached down, pulled my cock back out quickly (being familiar with my underwear now), bent down and took my cock back in his mouth. Being early September the night was clear and moderately warm. But it could have been below freezing – Toby kept me hot enough.

After a few bobs on my cock, he pulled back, reached in and pulled out my hairy balls. He slapped his face with my cock. I remember his stubble scraping the head of my dick sending electricity through my body enough to buckle my legs. I caught myself by bracing himself on the top of his head. I felt his dark, curly hair. It was softer than it look – almost silky. “Shit” I head him say as he stood up. “Car. CAR! Put your cock away!” he hissed. I us cast shadows from the car’s light as he expertly stood up, spun around and pointed to the stars. The car drove past while he muttered something about the constellations and pointing. Once the car made the corner, he turned around and picked up where he left off. I caught on quickly and for the next what seemed like twenty minutes he sucked my cock much, much better than I expected him too (even in my last night fantasies), us playing ‘star gazers’ a couple more times when the lone car sped by.

After the last car, Toby spun around to continue but I stopped him. I wanted to see what Toby Smith was packing. I pulled him back up and he started to kneel, reached over and felt his bulge, which was bigger than I was able to see so far. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans, undone his pants and pulled out his member. We are both cut guys but his cock was wrapped around his upper thigh. I fished around inside his jeans trying to pull out Toby Junior to no avail. He understood what I wanted and whipped out his cock. His cock fell out of his briefs once he pulled them down. Its left curve intrigued me in the moonlight. I reached over grabbing his cock. I remember he gasped as my hands made contact with his super hard cock. I remember running my hand from the hairy shaft, feeling a big vein running along the top of it, to a shovel shaped head that was soaked with precum. He moaned loudly as I encircled his wet head, lubing it up with his own, natural juices.

Several months prior at work, he reached up to grab something and his shirt rose up and I saw his flat, slightly fuzzy stomach. I used that visual more than anything else when I satisfied myself to him at night, so I was anxious to touch it. Fingers splayed, I ran my other hand up his fuzzy belly, feeling his ribs and ultimately, his hairy chest and erect nipples. He wasn’t as hairy as I was, but he was hairy enough to almost make me cum right then and there. He sighed as I ran my hands over his torso like I was reading brail.

I bent down and took his cock in to my mouth, leaving my hand as far up on his torso as I could. He grabbed the side of my head and started to face fuck me, his curved cock punching the back of my throat and his well trimmed balls, which were larger than mine, slap my chin. I munched on his cock to the best of my ability.

Thankfully we were outside in the middle of nowhere because Toby is a loud fucker. He moaned and groaned like someone who had lost their mental capabilities. Spit and precum dripped off my chin, wetting his own nut sack, but neither one of us cared. I noticed his balls stopped slapping my chin when he grunted like a stuck pig and coated my mouth and throat with his thick, lava hot jizz. He held my head firm as he dumped his load. Instinctively I swirled his cum around his shaft with my tongue. I felt his legs start shaking as he almost collapsed on top of me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth still shaking.

Being young, I spit out his load on to the ground. Not knowing what to do now, I stood up, my own cock now leaking precum like a broken faucet. Breathing heavily, Toby look at me his shirt now mostly opened, his swimmer’s build now reflecting in the moonlight, his little patch of chest hair catching the moonlight.  He knelt down and mentioned he needed to finish what he started. He scooted closer to me, pointed my cock at his chest and pumped my cock two or three times, which is all it took as I blasted my own load on his chest. At the time, I came buckets. The more excited I was, the more I came. The only time I came more than this night have been the few times since then that I’ve bottomed. I coated his chest with my own human spackle. I remember hearing it splatter as I shot his chest and hearing his gasp by the amount. I think I unloaded seven or eight blasts, splattering my juice all over his chest, stubble and, later I’d find out, my own pants and shoes, before everything settled down and my cock stopped shooting and started dripping. I was afraid to be as loud as he was for some reason, so I held my breath while I came. Once my brain registered I’d stopped cumming and needed oxygen I gulped in a lung full of cool fall air, my cock still in Toby’s hand.

I looked down at his smiling face, which was partly covered in my cum. His own cum literally dripped out of the corner of my mouth and landed on chest, mixing with my own cum. My ears were still ringing when he mentioned something to the effect I came like a fire hose and we both laughed. He stood up and I saw how his chest hair looked much more substantial not that it was covered in white boy juice.

I forced my still hard, wet cock back in to my pants while he did the same. I went back to my car and grabbed some napkins I had in the glovebox and handed them to him. I watched him try to wipe away my cum from his chest, the napkins falling apart due to the volume of thick cum they were asked to remove. Luckily I had a clean rag in my trunk, which was enough to absorb my cum from his chest. I wadded up the wet rag and tossed it in the trunk as another car rounded the bend, hitting me with its lights. If the car would have arrived a few minutes earlier, they would had a show. I wished, in part, they would have so the light might have allowed me to see more than I did.

We jumped back in to my car and sat there for a few seconds. I could smell the scent of cum, either from his skin or what was left in my mouth. I started the car and headed to his house. We talked about never speaking about this and Toby told me ‘this doesn’t make me gay’ to which I agreed while rolling my eyes. Factually, I didn’t care if he was or wasn’t. I got to fulfill one of my fantasies with this sexy guy.

Our work together never suffered and we never spoke of it again – as if it never happened. That might have been because I focused my attention on the two new guys: Mike and Robert. Both were hairy blonde guys – Robert more of a swimmer’s build and Mike more wide and muscular. I made note of the cars they drove hoping I could work out a night with either of them like I had with Toby. And while that never happened, Ryan, another green eyes, hairy blonde guy I worked with, had his own issue outside of work that allowed me to practice what I learned with Toby.