Codes: MM

Date: March 1991, 24 years

Basically finalized, may need some touching up


Spring 1991... basically finished with my education (just the defending of the report about my final internship to be done) I had some time to spare.
The first day of Easter was on the 31th of March and traditionally the days before and after this day are used to (look at and) buy new furniture and cars in Holland.
Officially I still had a small outstanding debt at the cardealer that my dad was working at that time. But that's a long and complicated story, not to be told here and now :-)
As part of that debt, I did the occasional odd job there.
Handing out fliers, trying to keep customers in the showroom when all real salespeople were busy... those jack-of-all-trades kind of things.
Even while I was not that often there, I still got to know the employees well enough to be considered one of them. Especially after they found out I banged the daughter of the boss one day after another show when she was totally plastered after all the wine she drank. But that's another story...

This one is about Jeff, one of the mechanics. An all around good looking guy, with a lean body, dirty blond hair and about 21-22 or so.
In a good way he reminded me of my uncle Mark. With Mark (and aunt Elly) being dead now for just over 6 months, maybe that was one of the reasons I started to chat with him after the car show on Saturday.
As usual with these shows the leftover booze was available for the personnel to finish and pretty soon both of us were rather tipsy.
Jeff and I were seated at a small table in the back of the room, so nobody overheard me saying to him that I thought he was cute and that I would not mind sampling his 'Easter eggs'...
Yeah... I know it's a corny come on, but how else do you propose this sort of activity to a (seemingly) straight guy? If he declined, I could always blame the alcohol and pretend he misunderstood me.
Anyway, after thinking about it for a few seconds, he agreed.

After finishing our drink we got up and found a quiet place between the showroom and the storerooms. With show already ended, nobody else would be walking here.
Jeff leaned against the wall and told me I was the first guy that he was doing this sort of things with.
No idea of he actually told the truth, but with his blue eyes and sexy smile he looked trustworthy to believe him at that moment.
I moved closer and took his head between my hands. A small kiss on his soft and supple lips quickly developed into a full blown duel of our tongues.
Keeping our lips locked, I unbuttoned his coveralls and caressed his smooth chest. When I massaged his pecs and squeezed his nipples, Jeff moaned softly.
For me the sign to continue and as my hands opened up the remaining buttons all the way down, my mouth followed.
For kissing and licking his six pack (he obviously worked out...) I had to lower myself on my knees, and I retrieved his stiffening cock from his underpants. Pushing my tongue in his belly button I tastes his salty sweat.
Jacking his cock to its full 8 inch, I felt the veins pump in the blood.
His meat pole was about 1.5 inch thick and felt both hard and smooth in my hand.
My other hand lowered his undies even more and took out his sac.
It was covered with small blond hairs and inside I could feel his balls already starting to contract from his impending orgasm.
I pulled down his balls a bit to delay this and started sucking
on the head of his cock... No way I was able to take that all without some preparation, so I settled for stimulating his glans with my tongue.
With one hand jerking his shaft, the other massaging his balls and my mouth around his glans, Jeff had no chance... Within two minutes his eggs broke, and I got my reward if the shape of a mouthful of tasty sperm.

Fixing his coverall while he was recovering from the orgasm, I came up from my knees again and finished with french kissing him again. The mixture of wine, saliva and sperm was intoxicating and while it was tempting to get him to suck me, I decided to save that for another time.

On the way back to the showroom, it seemed as if I saw someone move into the storeroom, but at that time I blamed it on the wine.


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