Right after college, I got an office day job but had to supplement income with a retail job at night a couple nights a week plus either Sat or Sun daytime at a department store. One particular guy I meshed with was much closer to my age, and we worked in the same department. He always made jokes. He was tall and skinny and had a great smile and straight. Sometime later after a shift was done, we both were hungry and went somewhere to eat. He was always talking about girls. He finally asked me if I was seeing any girls. I paused and said something like “technically no”. Since he looked confused, I came out to him. He was surprised but realized that I didn’t talk about girls so not sure why he didn’t pick up on that. He says he’s not seeing anyone. I want to ask more questions, so we finish up and go back to the car. We talk about sex. I’m so hard while we’re talking. I bring up the topic of jerking off and how much I need to do it. He opens up and talks about how often he needs to jerk off too. I admit I’m so hard I’m gonna have to rub one out the moment I drop him off. He says in your car? And I say yes. I ask if he jerked off in his car, and he says no, never has. He starts asking questions with the important one being, do I go anywhere in particular? And when I ask, want to see? He says yes. When we get there, I tell him my dick is hard; is his? He nods. I ask if I can I see his cock. He lifts his shirt, and I make a noise; he has a nice flat stomach, his chest looking relatively hairless compared to his hairy arms. He has that skinny toned runner’s body. He undoes his jeans, exposing his tented briefs and then pulls his cock out. I tell him he has a great looking cock with a nice big mushroom head. He likes that compliment. So I tell him to stroke that cock, looks like he needs to cum real bad, that kind of thing. He’s into it. I say to him I bet he gets a lot of blow jobs, but he admits not really. Anyone would want to. And he says, you can if you want. I reach to move his hand away, and start stroking him for a bit. Then I contort myself so I can blow him. I keep on sucking his cock and hear his grunts. I taste his precum as I lick that big helmet head. I hear him say that he’s going to cum, so I sit back normal and watch as he blows his load, splashing wave after wave of cum on his chest. That’s all I needed. I had only opened my jeans with my tented briefs and with one stroke, I came in them. I ask him how he’s doing, and he says that was great but says no one can know. I tell him who am I going to tell? That was the only time with him. It happened organically, an outcome from horny conversation.