top of the hood of my car as my contented prick wilted a little with each heartbeat. The burly man stepped back and folded his thick, limp cock back into his jeans. His brow was soaked with sweat and his big barrel chest was rising up and down at a rushed pace.

We both took a moment to catch our breaths. Then he finally spoke. “Damn, son. Where did that come from?”

“I… I dunno…” I heaved. It was the truth. I had no idea. It just happened. And I was so damn glad that it did.

“What do you want to do about the car?” I asked through bated breath.

“Ah, hell, son. It’s just a fender bender. Don’t even worry about it.”

And with that, he got back in his Buick, and headed off down the road, leaving me splayed out, bare assed, and soaked in his come, across the warm hood of my Camry.