Dee was walking back from the store already and he said later he heard me laughing before he spotted the two of us walking towards the car. It was a sports bar in Escondido, a few miles from where we lived in San Diego at the time. Dee strolled by around then, because later he told me all he could see walking by was him leaning back, slightly reclined, and my head bobbing up and down rapidly with his hand on my head. We ended our kiss and I lowered down taking his cock into my mouth. He was big, but not huge, about 8″ and nicely thick. He leaned in and kissed me while I awkwardly fumbled with his belt. “No, I don’t smoke.” He had a deep voice which I liked. He was dark, with his afro trimmed short, tall, and go-o-o-oood looking. “Man, I can’t believe how lucky I am tonight!”
Two minutes later he was walking back into the bar bent over at the waist for some reason.
