Back in my collage days after time in the Navy, I settled in California. I rented a little 1 bedroom cottage in an very nice neighborhood. It was older, not fancy but it was mine. I have limited amount of money the "starving student". I had purchased a motorcycle from a friend. I had everything I needed. I had the ability to repair just about anything and could make a few extra dollars that was spent on wine, pot and fast food. I live in a rear house that had an ally splitting the block.
One day I was outside working on my Motorcycle. When the guy across the ally came over and wanted to talk motorcycles and such. He asked if I would like to have a beer. It was Saturday morning and I had a free weekend. There was a small frig in his garage that faced the ally. I asked him what he did for fun, he said that he was married so he stopped having fun. We laughed. I invited him in so we could sit and talk. He was in his 30's and clean cut. I was in my mid 20's with shaggy hair and mustache. Not quite a hippie. He asked what I did for fun. I told him that I drank, smoked and listened to music. I asked if he wanted to get high and he said that he can not right now but if the offer was open for later that night. That would be cool. Later that night Mike came back with a jug of white wine. My favorite color (Gallo)I rolled a joint and smoked it. We were getting toasted. Mike noticed my Hustler, Playboy mags and other suck, fuck reading material. As he thumbed through the mags I could see his dick getting hard under his shorts. I rolled another, and we got mello. His cock was busting at the seams. I told him he could loosen up his shorts if he felt like it. He did and his cock popped out. he did not have any underwear on to my surprise. What a nice looking cock. Six inches of clean cut man meat. I told him so. I asked if he need a little helping had with it or maybe a little more. He did not say yes or no, so I reached over and wrapped my hand around it. He smiled at me and laid back on the couch. I stroked him a little more then pulled his shorts down. Loved what I was looking at I stroked him a little more and just needed to wrap my mouth around that cock. He moaned as my mouth slid up and down his cock. His hands were gently stroking my hair. I just wanted to bring him pleasure. I stroke, sucked and massaged. I could feel his cock swelling, the rhythm speeding up, thrusting more and more. the wave after wave of warm cum squirting into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed till his cock was going limp. I sucked the last bit of juice from his wilting dick. I look up at him and asked if he enjoyed that. he said that felt great and he needed it more than I would know. Mike had to get back home. I told him not to make himself a stranger. He was visiting his mother who lived across the way and said he would stop by next time he was in town. We got together a few more times over the next few months. But nothing was quit like the first time