plunged up and down his meaty pole.

“Fuck yeah!” Dale exclaimed as Roger eased further down his shaft, smashing Dale’s ginormous tip into his tonsils. “I can feel your fucking uvula!”

Dale’s knowledge of precise names for obscure parts of the human anatomy drove Roger even wilder. He anchored the cock-post at the base with one hand, while squeezing the fingertips of his other into the back of Dale’s meaty ass. He jerked the immense mechanic forward toward his face, plunging the giant dick-monster all the way down his gullet.

Dale shrieked with excitement as the virgin clerk deepthroated his man-beast. Dale was now given to the moment as well, and he placed both grubby hands on the top of Roger’s head, curling his calloused fingertips into the clerk’s kinky brown hair. Dale then began swinging his hips forward and backward while holding Roger’s head stationary, face-fucking the young motorist with his 12 inch rod of man-muscle.

Roger was gasping and gagging as Dale continued to pile-drive his cock-hammer down his throat. Dale could feel his stomach seizing up and the muscles under his taint clinching. A few more powerful thrusts into this young man’s mouth and he’d be ready to fire his load.

“Lil’ Hitler’s about to bomb your face!” Dale cried out as he jerked his log-like prick from Roger’s gullet. Roger gasped for breath as the immense wang jerked and spasmed, furiously streaming several hot strings of sticky cum into his face and eyes. Roger continued to pant and gasp as wad after wad of thick jizz glazed his face with the mechanic’s seed.

As the powerful orgasm finally ceased, Dale stumbled backward, his work-boot-clad feet still encumbered by the bunching of his jumpsuit around his ankles. He too was huffing and puffing.

“Damn, son. You are one nice mouth-fuck!” Dale exclaimed in a complimentary tone.

Roger, now crumpled on the floor, smearing layers of cum out of his mouth and nostrils furiously to prevent drowning in the gobs of jizz coating his face, managed to gasp, “I… think… you…just… blew… my… head… gasket!”

Dale then pulled up his jumpsuit and stepped back behind the counter.

“Your car should be read by the end of the week. But I’m gonna need you to stop back in each afternoon to check on its progress.”

“Will… do.”