As I looked around nervously, Chuck fiddled with the deadbolt, suddenly he softly gasped, “Got it” and I saw his hand turn the pick tool and unlock the lock. He then moved onto the handle lock, fidgeting harder and more impatiently until I heard the lock pop and saw his hand reaching to the handle tuning it open. The garage door opened with a loud crack as if it hadn’t been open in years. The dust in the door jamb lofted through the air as Chuck walked inside, followed by myself.
“Shut the door,” he barked out quietly. This sent me into a panic because I knew at that point we had just broken into the landlord’s garage and were now inside a place we shouldn’t have been. After closing the door and taking a moment to calm myself, I realized Chuck was not lying. There was an older model Corvette parked adjacent to the doorway. It was grey, and sleek, sitting there covered in dust, parked where it was left, so long ago. On the other side of the garage was a smaller white, outboard motorboat, mounted onto a trailer. I was awestruck. I walked around the car several times, just in amazement that someone would leave a beautiful car, such as this to rot away in the garage. Now, I’m not a car guy, but I can appreciate a great older model automobile when I see one. My focus turned to the boat as I stepped over the trailer hitch to get to the other side of it. As I got to the rear, I had to squeeze past the motor, which was closely pinned up against the wall. Just in disbelief that this piece of equipment was just left sitting unused.
“See I told you,” Chuck said as he was wandering around the car and the boat himself.
“Yes, you were right,” I replied, as I was taking in the majesty of these two machines.
Our conversation in the garage revolved around our disbelief that someone would leave these fine instruments of engineering inside a garage in LA. More importantly where we would go, or what we would do if they were ours. Instant examples of driving the “Vette” to the beach, or heading out onto the big blue Pacific Ocean with girls, for fishing and partying. A world of imagination between us. But as the sun started fading more and the nervousness of being in there started to diminish reality hit.
“Well, I guess you need to pay up on that bet you made,” Chuck spoke out, as he stood closer to the front of the boat, in between it and the car.
“Yeah, I guess I do,” I replied.
I’ll be the first to tell you at that point in my life, I don’t believe I ever had thoughts of giving head. I had loads of women by then. Had received numerous blow jobs, had a few threesomes, and even had fucked several girls in the ass. But I had never given a blow job. Never wanted to and never intended to. I wasn’t gay, or bisexual. Lord knows I had seen a host of men’s cocks in porn videos or porn magazines, but never thought about sucking on one. It was always the pussy I wanted. I wanted to be that guy, fucking that girl. But yet here I was locked inside a garage with my neighbor; after betting him I’d suck his dick if he got us in here. And the moment of truth had arrived.
I wasn’t scared, or emasculated by the thought. I had gone to UCLA and I had met and befriended people from all walks of life, so sexuality or someone’s preference never mattered to me. But I wasn’t one of those guys who wanted to be on my knees sucking dick when I was nailing one girl after another. Yet at that moment, even though, I still wasn’t sure it was going to happen, I wasn’t too leery about taking that step and trying something new. I figured even if I did do it, I would just chalk it up to a new experience.
And truthfully, I thought he was talking out of his ass. I didn’t suspect him to be gay or even want a blow job from me, so I figured he was just pulling my leg and being facetious. But, before I could even get nervous, or believe he was for real, Chuck walked himself to the front edge of the trailer hitch. He unbuckled his pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them. He motioned me to come over by extending his index finger on his right hand and flexing it back and forth in that “come here” motion. As I started walking towards him, he lowered his pants, standing there in his white underwear. He kicked his right shoe off and removed his right leg from his pants. At this point, now the fear set in. Here he was standing there in his undies, one small item of clothing away from his dick pooping out and I was the one who was going to be sucking it.
“You okay with this Tim?” He asked.
I thought about it for a few seconds, not quite sure I was ready for this but curiosity took over and I thought, what the hell.
“Yeah,” I replied. “But it’s got to stay between us.”
Chuck nodded his head yes and sat down on the A-frame of the trailer hitch as I stepped in closer. He lifted his ass off of the hitch and pulled his underwear down. When his torso came upright again, I could see his dick sticking outwards, partially hard, encased by a thick mound of black hair. To be honest, I didn’t know if I was more scared that I was about to suck dick, or more tuned on because I was seeing another man’s dick, but either way, there were all sorts of jitters and sensations running throughout my whole body.
Chuck spread his legs open further as if to give me the invitation to come suck his cock. I knelt before him, just gawking at his dick. It was shorter and thicker than long and sexy. But it had a nice shape to it. I reached out and put his dick in my hand. As soon as I did, I felt him get harder. I was shaking like a leaf on a tree, I was jittery and very uneasy. Yet, it was wild holding his dick while looking at it and as much as I tried to veer away from the thoughts of being gay because I was holding his dick, I subconsciously licked my lips as I watched it getting bigger in my hand.
When I was ready, I leaned down and put the tip of his dick right at my lips. I held for a few seconds because I knew in the minutes that followed – new experience or not – I was about to give a blow job.
I opened my mouth and slid his dick deep inside. It was a unique, different, exciting, yet terrifying moment feeling his cock slide across my tongue. I had never done this before and my stomach was turning. I couldn’t figure out if it was sickening, or arousing, but I knew I didn’t feel normal.
I slid his dick in and out of my mouth a few times letting my saliva wet his shaft. I slid back and forth and up and down picking up my pace more and more, deeper and deeper with every thrust. His pubic hair, would hit the tip of my nose on occasion and tickle it, as I went back and forth. And for a few seconds, I thought about stopping and telling him I couldn’t do it. But, something inside of me, wanted this. I wanted to give him head. I wanted to give a blow job. I had numerous amounts of pussy and I loved sex, so for me at that moment, it was a different form of sex, something new to try. And if this was going to stay just between us, and no one would know that I sucked his dick, then I was going to finish what I started. At a minimum, it would be my little secret.