I used to live in a small town down south where I had a friend named Troy. He was a regular guy, a little bit of a redneck with a mischievous smile, a smooth manner of talking and always a story to tell. He was lean and compact with hints muscle definition and a lightly haired chest. I liked spending time in his garage where there always was a project underway and a fridge full of beer.
Sometimes we’d go fishing in the creek. One day, I had to relieve myself so I stepped away and started to pee by a tree. A minute later, Troy right there next to me taking a piss; I was surprised as we usually gave each other enough room and privacy under the bro code. I caught a sideways glance trying not to be too obvious. He didn’t have the biggest cock, but boy, what a stream he was letting go. He also let his generously sized balls hang free. My dick started to harden and I felt my stream start to constrict so I forced myself to look away and zip up without seeming too flustered.
A week later, I was helping him work on a car and we were both laying underneath. It was a hot and humid summer day and he was wearing only an old pair of basketball shorts and talking as usual, explaining the steps he was taking in great detail with little stories mixed in. I was his audience and assistant, shining the light and handing him tools. He asked for a wrench which I had to get from the tool bench. As I turned back to the car, I could see he was going commando; his shorts had ridden up exposing his cock and balls.
“What’s taking so long” he asked. I put my eyes back in their sockets and slid back under the car and handed him the wrench. Continuing to work, I could sense that something had changed; was it me or had he seen me checking him out?
“OK, this is gonna be tricky,” he said, “I need you to hold right there as I drop this.” This maneuver took me closer to his crotch where I tried to focus on the task of not letting anything land on him. A couple minutes later, he finished and pushed everything back into place. Craning his head, he could see that there was a semi hardon going on in my shorts.
“OK, get down here, will ya? You know you want to, so just go ahead already,” he said.
I could’ve played dumb but was a too worked up. I reached down and pulled his shorts away. Rolling off the dolly, I neared my face to his cock which started to twitch and grow. The smell of sweat and beer lingered under the car. As I got closer, I found the smell became incredibly sexy; musk from his balls and a little skunk from his hairy ass. I opened my mouth and took his purplish cock head which was oozing salty precum on my tongue. Breathing deeply, I took in his taste as it started to swell. I drew it in my mouth and closed my lips around it as he laid back and took a deep breath. He was modestly endowed and it made a nice mouthful. I ran my tongue along his well defined circumcision scar and where his frenulum used to be. Soon my head was bouncing, drawing his cock in and out my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to moan and shoot a load towards the back of my throat. I gladly swallowed, feeling its warmth go down my throat. After a couple minutes of cleaning his cock off with in my mouth, he went soft and pulled away, put his shorts back into place and slid out from under the car and grabbed a beer. I was so worked up that I started to pull my own cock out to relieve myself.
“Dude, not here! Go do that at home,” he admonished me. I nervously and clumsily left, but blew a load before I could pull out of his driveway.
He never spoke a word about what happened. We continued to hang out, work on cars, go fishing and drink beer until I moved away that fall. I miss my time with Troy a lot; what I’d give to spend another hot summer afternoon with him.
Sometimes we’d go fishing in the creek. One day, I had to relieve myself so I stepped away and started to pee by a tree. A minute later, Troy right there next to me taking a piss; I was surprised as we usually gave each other enough room and privacy under the bro code. I caught a sideways glance trying not to be too obvious. He didn’t have the biggest cock, but boy, what a stream he was letting go. He also let his generously sized balls hang free. My dick started to harden and I felt my stream start to constrict so I forced myself to look away and zip up without seeming too flustered.
A week later, I was helping him work on a car and we were both laying underneath. It was a hot and humid summer day and he was wearing only an old pair of basketball shorts and talking as usual, explaining the steps he was taking in great detail with little stories mixed in. I was his audience and assistant, shining the light and handing him tools. He asked for a wrench which I had to get from the tool bench. As I turned back to the car, I could see he was going commando; his shorts had ridden up exposing his cock and balls.
“What’s taking so long” he asked. I put my eyes back in their sockets and slid back under the car and handed him the wrench. Continuing to work, I could sense that something had changed; was it me or had he seen me checking him out?
“OK, this is gonna be tricky,” he said, “I need you to hold right there as I drop this.” This maneuver took me closer to his crotch where I tried to focus on the task of not letting anything land on him. A couple minutes later, he finished and pushed everything back into place. Craning his head, he could see that there was a semi hardon going on in my shorts.
“OK, get down here, will ya? You know you want to, so just go ahead already,” he said.
I could’ve played dumb but was a too worked up. I reached down and pulled his shorts away. Rolling off the dolly, I neared my face to his cock which started to twitch and grow. The smell of sweat and beer lingered under the car. As I got closer, I found the smell became incredibly sexy; musk from his balls and a little skunk from his hairy ass. I opened my mouth and took his purplish cock head which was oozing salty precum on my tongue. Breathing deeply, I took in his taste as it started to swell. I drew it in my mouth and closed my lips around it as he laid back and took a deep breath. He was modestly endowed and it made a nice mouthful. I ran my tongue along his well defined circumcision scar and where his frenulum used to be. Soon my head was bouncing, drawing his cock in and out my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to moan and shoot a load towards the back of my throat. I gladly swallowed, feeling its warmth go down my throat. After a couple minutes of cleaning his cock off with in my mouth, he went soft and pulled away, put his shorts back into place and slid out from under the car and grabbed a beer. I was so worked up that I started to pull my own cock out to relieve myself.
“Dude, not here! Go do that at home,” he admonished me. I nervously and clumsily left, but blew a load before I could pull out of his driveway.
He never spoke a word about what happened. We continued to hang out, work on cars, go fishing and drink beer until I moved away that fall. I miss my time with Troy a lot; what I’d give to spend another hot summer afternoon with him.
