‘Mr Molloy, I got to talk to you.’ He’s stayed back after work. It’s been icy in the garage for a week and he thinks Mr Molloy might already k...ow what it is his apprentice wants to talk to him about. Michael ‘Bully’ Molloy, all five foot eight and two hundred pounds of mostly shoulders wipes a spanner on a grease rag and wanders closer to where Frankie leans on his mustang. ‘This ought to be grand.’ ‘Bully’ usually conserves words as if he is saving them for a special occasion. Grunts and. I remember thinking that maybe he wasn’t so small after all. I lay down between his legs and took his dick in my mouth. I expected it to gag me or at least to repel me. But I found myself becoming very aroused. After I had sucked him for a few minutes, he said now it was my turn. He had me lie down on my back. I raised up on my elbows to watch as he had done and saw him lie down between my legs and begin kissing my thighs. Boy, I thought. Where has this been all my life? But soon he had moved. I couldn’t pretend anymore that this was anything but sex. I wasn’t just jerking him off; my face was getting dog-fucked. He felt the warmth around him, and my hand still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too deep, thankfully (I could control that with my hand), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a deeper part of me wanted more, and more, and more. He. The view was amazing but I didn't want him to see me looking. I almost jumped when he turned to say something to me just as I was sneaking a peek. But all he did was to ask me if it hurt my cock to be locked up inside my pants and I replied that it did until I got it adjusted right. Then he tried to talk me into taking it out; I told him it scared me but he insisted guys do it all the time.I had to admit to myself they did and that the back row was especially full of guys openly jerking off. So.