So I went to work this Saturday morning but nobody showed up at the client's warehouse. I had just started the paperwork when a brute of a guy appeared asking me if I could give him a jump. He dressed fairly normal, but had neck tattoos. Actually, he was okay looking, pretty fit, but just a menace about from the tattoos. I agreed to the jump start and, long story short, we were soon at his car with the jumper leads attached. Alas, his battery was dead. I volunteered to keep the two cars hooked up for a bit, just to put some juice in the battery. He looked like he needed a good deed, and I had nothing better to do for half an hour. I went back to my paperwork, but all I could think about was blowing him. 

Just then he said, "Thanks. If there is anything I can do for you, just let us know?"

All that practice heading out to the farms now came in handy. "Suppose a blow job is out of the question?"

"What! You wanna a blow job!"

"No, mate, I was offering you one." I looked up with a smile. 

He seemed shocked, but the growing bulge in his pants told me he was more than a little interested. Throwing my tablet in the Ute, I walked over to him and pushed him into the seat of his car. He smelled of cigarettes, a real turn on for me. I grabbed at his tracksuit pants, hoping to bring his stiff into the morning sun, but he put up resistance. "My wife..." 

"Who made you sleep in the car for at least last night," I replied, "but getting blown by me isn't really cheating...it's not like I'm a woman." 

The logic made some sense to him, because he let me take his monster out. It smelt like it hadn't been washed in a few days, but the internet provided the answer. "Hawk tuah" times two and a thorough rub at least made it palletable, plus it got him turned on. 

I swallowed his cock down to the balls, copping the smell of stale cum and piss from his jocks. I stayed there for a long moment, making love to his dick with my throat, trying to touch his balls with my tongue. He leaned back, forcing dick into my mouth. I gagged on his cock and came up for air, then sucked him down again. The next time I came up, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, jeering it fast as I sucked and licked his prick. I'd love to take credit for how quickly he came, but we all know it was breaking a drought. 

Given I was pleasing him, I was more than a little surprised when his hands kept me down there. He was only slightly soft, and as he rose to his feet he was growing to his full length. I released my grip on his junk and grabbed his arse cheeks as he started to pummel my mouth. I could hear myself slurping and gagging, which had me hard. I wanted to be bent over, to be ravaged while I pulled my dick. Suddenly he was cumming again; thick wads of cum that seemed more than the first time. 

We got to our feet. I wanted to ask him for a fuck in the arse, but my second job was waiting. His battery was still dead, and he said he give the auto club a call. I unhitched the jumper cables, packed up, and said goodbye, happy knowing I had done at least two good deeds for the day.