Used car salesman

There used to be a porno theater in Silicon Valley called the Burbank Theater. It was located in an unincorporated area near the 280 Freeway and Bascom Avenue.

I loved going there during lunch break because guys would get off work and go to the theater for a quick blowjob to get them ready for the afternoon work. Most of the guys were suburban daddies the kind that have mortgage, a job, a wife, and k**s. Their lives did not belong to them; they lived to provide for the family and got very little in return. Their wives only had sex with them if they were good boys; meaning sex was a currency. These guys were pressured by society to sign off their junk to some women forever and they didn’t even want it. I loved that kind of guy. And it seems they loved me.

One good lunch break I was out there being my cock sucking self. I started sucking the first guy, then another one. Before I knew it a line of daddies formed. That really turned me on. There they were 4 or 5 daddies patiently waiting for their turn.

That is when this guy showed up in the scene and disrupted it completely. He was your typical used car salesman. I remember how he was dressed to this very day. He was about 5’ 9’’ and I would say at least 250 lbs. He was a handsome guy in his early 50s with jet-black straight hair parted on the side. He was wearing brown cheap polyester blend pants, a light brown shirt, brown plaid jacket and a dark brown tie with some sort of geometrical pattern on it. I mean he just looked the part. He looked a bit like Fred Flintstone, if Fred Flintstone were a real guy. I don’t mean like John Goodman (they cast him to play Fred in the movie and I think that was a miss). No he was Fred Flintstone if Fred were a car salesman.

There was something about him that exuded entitlement and self-confidence. He was the kind of guy used to have his way and rules did not apply to him. The line was neatly formed and I was busy taking care of this hot daddy and with the corner of my eye I saw when Fred (I will just call him that for now) started to unzip his pants and pulled out a nice short stubby but unusually fat dick. He started working his fat dick and moving towards the place were I was. That is when the guy who was next in the “line” took exception because to him it was as if Fred was cutting in front of the line.

They started exchanging words and things were getting heated. The guy who was next in line said something to the effect that he was waiting. Fred confronted him and asked the guy what was his problem. The tension built and so did my hard on. I mean, I got so turned on that these guys were actually arguing about getting sucked by me. By this time I was done with the guy I was sucking and he walked away.

Now just to show you how my sexuality is sometimes is unfair, I reached over to Fred’s leg and pulled him towards me and started sucking on his dick. That was clearly unfair to the guy who was in line. They were like bulls on rut and Fred clearly was the alpha male. Besides I did not want that guy who was waiting in line to think that he had the right to my mouth. I will suck whomever I want whenever I want. I am nobody’s right. Fred was 100 times hotter that the guy who was next in line and clearly my first choice. I took that fat stubby dick into my mouth and it tasted delicious. It tasted like a man’s dick. It tasted like a guy who had spent his entire morning around the used car lot screwing people out of their money. He was uncut the kind that the foreskin covers the head ½ way and is fairly tight when they are hard. But after a few strokes I got to roll behind the head and got to enjoy his exposed dick head. The skin on his cock head was very tight and when I looked it, it shined.

I stood up and whispered on his year to go to a seat in the first row. We got there and he undid his pants and lowered his boxer shorts to his knees. We were at the first row so I had lots of room for me to kneel down and suck his dick. He tasted great and smelled even better. I reached under his shirt and wife beater and reached for his nipples. He had big nipples and they were rock hard. I also felt the little bumps around it. As I worked his nipples with both my hands his dick head got even bigger inside my mouth and he was oozing pre-cum. The pre-cum was salty and made my head spin because of the testosterone in it. He leaned his head back; he had his arms open over the seats to the left and right, and shot a huge load of cum in my mouth. He stopped breathing for a moment and then grunted, shortly after jets of cum poured into my mouth. I normally don’t swallow but that day I did, every drop.

Then I noticed that some of the guys who were in line were sitting around us working their dicks looking at us and still hoping for a chance.

By then it was getting late and I had to go back to work anyway.

The reason why I know he was a car salesman is because a couple of weeks after this I saw him at the theater. The place was relatively empty and he asked me if we could go to his office. We got there and I had a great time servicing him and he even sucked on my dick too and played with my nipples. He came all over the carpet and when I asked him if he was no going to clean it up he told me that it was not necessary that it would disappear. Besides he didn’t care. We left the cum all over the floor of his office and we both went home. He was an asshole but a really hot asshole.