Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2021 00:28:16 +0000 From: X X Subject: Drained by a painter I have been working from home for so long now and rarely leaving the house that I was happy to have a dead battery and need to get it fixed. I am 55yr white married guy that works for a sales Rep.  I have kept in shape over the pandemic by jogging twice a day and by not eating those big sales lunches, and donuts and bagels of the typical Salesman's diet. Last weekend when I went to drive my car to the golf course my battery in my car was dead.  I jumped it with my other car then on Monday it wouldn't start again.  I took the battery out and went to the local Autozone and had them do a load test on the battery.   Sure enough it was bad, so I bought a new one and brought it home.  It was dark and I didn't have anywhere to go so I put the battery in the garage.  The next day in the afternoon I finally got around to installing the new battery and when I went to drive the car around the car ran like crap.  I called a mechanic friend and told him what was up, and he said the computer was without power for too long and I now had to drive it around for about 50-75miles or so to resent the computer settings.   So with that for an excuse to get out of the house and go cruising around I told my wife I needed to go drive the car to reset the computer and I was off driving up the coast. I drove up the coast to Santa Barbara, cruised the beach up there, then on my way back down I went by Bates beach, where I have had a few cruisey experiences.  I drive in to the parking lot and there are a few cars at one end, so I drive to the other end and park.  I didn't see anyone hanging around, but at least it was a beautiful Southern California winter day.   The parking lot is on a bluff overlooking the ocean, so I sat there and enjoyed the view, while pulling up some porn on my phone to get my cock ready incase someone comes along.  After about 10min I see a work truck come up the road, goes past me, then backs up and parks with a space between us.   A white guy about 40 or so, kind of long hair like a surfer kind of guy, but in work clothes.  He sits there for a while, then gets out and comes over to my passenger window. He starts with the, nice day isn't it small talk and we chatted a bit.  He was wearing the white painter pants and shirt and I asked if he just got finished with work.  He said yeah, and I thought I would drive by here to see if I could find anything.  I said, yeah, me too.  His eyebrows went up and he said, uhhh what are you looking for.   I said, without missing a beat and kind of going for the shock factor, I was hoping to find a big cock to suck and swallow a big load.   He looked a little disappointed and said.....yeah.... me too..... That always happens!  There are too many damn bottoms in this world and not enough tops, so I said, well.... I haven't shot a load in a while, I'll take some head.  He looked down at my passenger seat and asked if he could get in.  I looked at his clothes and said, I would rather not.  How does the inside of your truck look.  He sheepishly said, oh yeah, right, sorry about that.  I said , no worries, just might be hard to explain where paint on my seat came from. I walk around to his truck and jump in his passenger seat and pull my cock out of my zipper and start pulling on it.  I'm 5'10" 180 with an 8" fat cock with a big set of balls that I keep shaved.  I pulled out my cock and fished my big balls out and started stroking.  My painter friend reached over and said, wow, what a great cock, and your balls, ...they're huge!  I laughed and said, yeah.... I'm really brave.  (my, I have big balls joke).  He leaned down and took the head of my cock in him mouth and started swirling his tongue around, looks up and me and says, oh man what a great cock.   I bump him off me and sit up and pull my pants down and give him free access to my cock and my balls flop down.  He grabs my balls in one hand and he stopped messing around and started sucking my cock with a mission.  I leaned my head back and looked out at the ocean and signed as he settled in to a good rhythm.  He came off my cock and started sucking my balls one at a time, bouncing back and forth.  As he started completely worshiping my balls so I took over stroking my cock just enjoying the feeling of my balls being worked over, the ocean breeze blowing through and the ocean view.... and I start to feel my cum start to boil up.  I start tapping him on the forehead with my cock and he gets the hint and breaks loose from my balls and takes my cock down to the root and holds it there flexing his throat muscles and rolling my balls around in his other hand. He lifts up and pulls my cock down stretching the skin down and starts sucking on my head and licking the skin just below, all the while continuing to roll and squeeze my balls working my cum up and out of every nook and cranny of my sack as he starts to really work for his prize.  Well, I never mentioned to him that I haven't cum in about 4 weeks.  My wife had been bugging me and I hadn't felt like having sex with her, and I hadn't had any free time to jack, so with him sucking and squeezing my balls the way he has been doing, I feel a big load coming.  I tell him, oh yeah, just like that, keep going, here it cums.... and I let loose.  The first shot I'm sure surprised him with the velocity and volume and I felt him start to pull up and I put my hand on the back of his neck and said, take it take it all, don't let it get on my pants.... it's a big one get it all.  With the encouragement I feel him swallow and swallow again.  My cock shot, I'm not sure how much cum, but I'm a big cummer anyway and you mix in it being a 4 week load and the ball worship he had been doing and my god, I must have shot a quart, man if felt good to get that out.  When I was finally done cumming he was licking up anything that dripped out of his mouth and on to my balls and cock like the dripping of an ice cream cone and cleaned every drop, squeezing and pulling the head until he got it all. Man that was a good blow job.  When we were done he wanted my number so he could suck my again sometime, so I wrote down my secret e-mail address, zipped up and waddled back to my car, very much with a load off my mind.