Car Wash Blues

When I got home from work I was glad to find I had the
house to myself. I was so fucking horny my nuts were about
to burst. I couldn’t wait another second to jack off. I was
tearing open the front of my pants before the front door had
finished latching behind me. By the time I reached the
living room I’d peeled off my shirt and was shuffling along
with my pants down around my ankles. Under normal
circumstances I never would have been so shamelessly
reckless. But the circumstances were far from normal.

For as long as I could remember I’d dreamed of the day
when I might have the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Randy
Talbit’s cock. The heavenly images of man to man lust had
always racked my youthful soul with insurmountable longing.
But of all the young men I’d ever been attracted too, my
desires for Randy were by far the strongest. His smooth,
chocolate-brown skin and slender bubble-butt had been the
erotic subject matter for countless lewd fantasies. For
years I’d harbored the thought of burying my cock deep inside
his hot, steamy butt.

There was no escaping the images of Randy’s heavenly
form. Whether I was standing in the privacy of my shower,
or lying lonesomely in my bed at night, the thought of him
was always with me. When I thought of the love we could
share my body would grow numb with frustration. Countless
were the times, when in my mind, I had undressed him and
satisfied the burning curiosity which haunted me. Just the
thought of seeing his smooth flesh completely exposed in all
its glory was enough to send my cock into a spurting frenzy.

Every day was the same as the last. Work was becoming
increasingly depressing. When I woke up and saw the sky was
overcast I nearly rolled over and went back to sleep. The
threat of rain always meant a slow day, I was sure I wouldn’t
even be missed. Thank God I didn’t yield to temptation and
went to work.

As I’d suspected, half the guys didn’t show up for work,
and of those who did none were particularly eager to do
anything. They spent most of their time sitting around
swapping tall tales about their elicit sexual conquests.
As I sat listening to the constant flow of bullshit I
couldn’t take my eyes off Randy. The tattered, old jeans
he’d worn to work were distracting as hell. They clung to
his long, muscular legs and shapely ass like a glove. More
heads than mine were turning to check him out.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer I went to the rest
room. The stench of stale piss surrounded me as I stepped up
to one of the urinals and began to finger my aching cock.
Jacking off in the men’s room made me a bit nervous, but I
was so damned horny I couldn’t wait.

I was on the verge of cumming when I heard someone open
the door. I stopped playing with my cock and leaned in close
to the urinal so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see I had
a hard-on.

I couldn’t fucking believe it when Randy stepped up to
the urinal beside me. I held my breath when I heard him
unzip his fly. I kept my face aimed directly ahead, but my
eyes were straining to catch a glimpse of his cock as he
reached inside those amazing jeans to retrieve it.

Randy made effortless work out of sighting my objective.
There was something almost deliberate about his revealing
stance. He had poised himself in front of the urinal in such
a way as to give me a real good look. It was as if he had
read my mind and knew I was dying to check him out. I tried
not to stare, but I wasn’t about to pass up such a glorious
opportunity.

My poor, love-sick heart nearly stopped beating when I
looked down and saw how big his cock was. Never in my
wildest fantasies had I ever imagined he might be endowed
with such an enormous monster dick. Limp as it was, his
magnificent tool was every bit of seven inches long, the same
length as mine when I had a full hard-on.

My masculine ego couldn’t help being a little bruised as
I discreetly admired Randy’s incredible slab of thick
fuckmuscle. But all thoughts of envy vanished as a wide
stream of gleaming, yellow piss spurted from the head of his
cock to splash against the back of the urinal. I wanted to
drop to my knees and take his big dick between my lips and
tongue his draining black snake.

Randy looked over at me. His eyes instinctively dropped
to see if he could sneak a peek of my cock without me
noticing. I nonchalantly stepped back just enough for him to
satisfy his curiosity. Feeling his huge brown eyes zeroing
in on my stiff prick just made my urge to cum seem all the
more urgent.