Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2012 09:04:49 -0700 From: Mark James Subject: Getting Some 22-In the backyard by Mark James Getting Some 22-In the backyard by Mark James I lived out in the country with my grandmother. My parents were killed when I was 6 and she raised me. The place used to be a working farm and there was lots of land and outbuildings. My grandmother didn't get around real well and pretty much kept to the front of the house. I was out in the back working on the pickup truck when Tom came over to visit. We really didn't have much in common. He was a clerk in the convenience store down the road. He is fucking cute and I met him for the first time I had been giving him the eye while I wandered around the store. The last customer left and he went to the front door, locked it and put a "Back in 15 minutes sign" on the door. He walked by me stroking the bulge in his pants and said, "I've got to take a piss. How about you?" When he got to the door he held it open, gestured for me to go in and said, "After you." We walked in and he locked the door. When he turned around, he was already undoing his pants. "You want to suck my dick don't you? Well sit on the john there or get on your knees. You have about 12 minutes to get me off." He dropped his pants and his hard cock stood straight out from his body. I dropped to my knees because it was easier to suck from that position. I let his cock slide past my lips and I tested the length to see how much I could swallow. I took it all and sucked it all the way down and back to the head each time. "Jesus man, you are a great cocksucker. Oh God that wonderful. Oh fuck man." There wasn't a lot of fooling around time so I just sucked and gave it my best effort. He held my head and fucked my mouth-doing all the work for me. "Oh mother-fucker. Do you want my load? Tell me now or it's gonna be too late." I shook my head in assent, he increased the speed with which he was fucking my mouth and suddenly his cum was filling my mouth. He fucked my mouth until he finished coming and pulled out. As he waddled over to the sink to wash off his cock, he said, "Shit man, where have you been hiding; you can blow me anytime?" After that I did-about 3 times a week-in the restroom, behind the counter, in the middle of the aisle and one time right in the front of the store. For some reason this week things hadn't worked out and I had not once sucked his cock. I knew why he was here. He climbed into the bed of the truck, shed his sorts and underwear, sat on the side of the truck bed, stroked his cock and said, "Jesus Joe, where have you been all week? I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. I need a blow job." "Fuck," I said as I jumped in the bed of the truck and dropped to my knees between his legs, "I can't wait to suck your dick man." I deep throated his cock and he gasped in pleasure. I slid my lips up the length of his cock, released it and said, "I'll bet you come in no time." He pushed my head down on his cock and said, "You keep on like that and I will, for sure." So perversely I did just that. I slid my hot, wet mouth up and down the whole length of his cock as I played with his balls with one hand and caressed his torso with the other. It was only a couple of minutes later that he grabbed my head and held it in place as he humped my mouth with his cock a couple of times and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it all down and then cleaned up his cock with a rag lying in the truck bed. I said, "If you don't have to go, stick around and I'll do that for you again in a half an hour." "Sounds good to me dude," he said, as he got back into his clothes.