It’s Victoria Day, one of those holidays that we crappy Americans don’t celebrate, so I decided to skip across the border to get in some pre-holiday celebrating this weekend. My car was blaring k.d. lang’s “Hymns from the 49th Parallel”, and I was singing along to her cover one of my favorite Joni Mitchell songs, and I was stopping at a red light just barely into Canada, when my car got rear ended!
I stopped the car and got out to check the damage, and so did the driver – and he was SMOKING hot! He asked if I was okay, and that he was a doctor – was I feeling any pain? Feeling flirty, I said yes, I could use a once over. I could see he was interested, too, so I followed him back to his place for a “checkup”.
I was expecting him to tear off my clothes and dive in, like most college guys I fuck, but this guy fixed me a drink first. When he brought it back, we drank, and THEN came the intense inspection of each bodily part, with and without clothing.
Soon, I was on my knees, still with my drink in hand (mostly finished), sucking his cock. He was moaning like he’d never felt anything better, and he asked if I’d catch it for him. I said, of course, but I didn’t guess what he meant. At the end, he had me pull back, so he could stroke until he was done, and he tried to shoot his heavy, strong stream of cum into my waiting mouth.
It ended up getting all over my lower face and chin, and dribbled off of my face, but I didn’t mind, it was yummy!