I’ve had guys ask me if I’ll write about them, or request I not write about certain things about them.  Most – as in 99.9% – of the time, those guys aren’t interesting enough to actually write about.

The interesting guys are the ones who don’t know I write, or who, if they know, don’t care because they trust me.

For example, I recently had a guy over.  Well, not over, really, considering my roommates were home and I couldn’t have him over to my place; it was about 4:30 am.

Instead this guy – with whom I’d had several text, photo, and phone exchanges – came over to my building (rather than into my apartment) where we promptly went into into the electrical cage of my building’s garage.

He and I had been working ourselves up into a lather, and had planned to fuck at my place earlier in the week during the day.  But then the Ex came home early due to illness and we had to postpone.

Once in the electrical cage of my building’s garage we kissed.  And then he asked if he could show me something.  It was something I’d only seen in photos, his cock.  And the photos didn’t do it justice.

I love being pleasantly surprised by the size of a guy’s cock.  In the photos his dick looked decent, but not big.  I once again realized there in my building’s garage that perspective is everything.  The guy was huge – around 6’4″ with large hands to match – so the photos of him holding his cock looked like a regular-sized hand holding an average-sized penis.

It was just that his big hands dwarfed his nice, thick, meaty cock.  Yay!  I was very happy and wanted it in my mouth.  Luckily, a pile of moving blankets had been left in the cage, and I dropped to my knees on them so I could get his cock into my mouth.

I conveniently had condoms in the pocket of my sweatshirt.  I try to have condoms on me at all times so I’m always prepared for fucking.  I was very glad for those moving blankets again, when he fucked me from behind; without the blankets my knees and elbows would have been torn up.

Then I turned over and he fucked me some more.  I could tell he wanted to come, and though it was our first time together, I figured a quickie was fine considering our surroundings.

He fucked me good and hard.  I love making noise while I’m getting pounded, but unfortunately I had to stifle myself so as to not alert my neighbors, as unlikely as they were to be in the garage at that time.  More than once I had to place one of my hands over my mouth, though it would have been nice if he had done so ….

I told him he could come in me (with a condom) or on me (because some women who get fucked in the wee hours in garages might not like that), that it was up to him.  He pulled out, took off the condom, and began to jack off.  I reached down and rubbed my clit.

He told me he wanted to see fingers inside so I fucked myself with the middle two fingers of my right hand.  I couldn’t see his cock because my back was arched over the pile of blankets, but I could see his face.  I liked that he was looking at my pussy, and my fingers fucking it.

Then he announced that he was going to come.  I love the feeling of hot come hitting my skin.  He came on my stomach and pussy, and hand.  His come was copious and thick.

I rubbed some of his come into my clit.  Come makes excellent lube, and if he hadn’t just come, and if we weren’t in my garage, and if it wasn’t almost 5am, I’d've had him fuck me, finger fuck me, fist fuck me, go down on me, fuck my ass, and otherwise continue the fun.

Throughout the experience he kept telling me that we “had” to do it again, that he didn’t want the one garage experience.  Which of course was very flattering.  And he kept telling me I was gorgeous.  Who doesn’t want to hear that?

He had no clue that I have a blog, at least as far as I know.

I swear.  True story.

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