During recent CB chats, we got onto the topic of how to efficiently give blowjobs as a service and it reminded me of this Silicon Valley episode.
The other user we were joking about this did end up performing such services, though not in the efficient manner to maximize quantity. I guess quality over quantity won out.
Yes, once, 20 years ago or so. I met him on gay.com chat. I was really drunk. It’s so unlike me. He was about the same age. It was about 2am. He drove to a mall I could walk to and picked me up. We drove to a random business parking lot nearby. He blew me. He was really good; I had to stop him. I then blew him. I asked him to turn on the dome light so I could see. It was a good size, a little bigger than me, rock hard and had a little curve to it. I tried my best. Then I asked him if he had any condoms. He did, so he put one on me. He laid down in the back seat as best as he could. I fucked him for a little bit. The alcohol started to wear off, so I just kept pumping until I came in him. I then jerked him off quickly while still inside him. I had chickened out on getting fucked. He drove me back and that was it.
I randomly met him in chat again and asked him how it went. He said I was okay at blowing. I needed practice. He was happy to let me practice on him. Unfortunately, I never met or heard from him again.
It’s often been some jerkoff material, dreaming about being in that car again.