The Mexican

I got sent by my Grandfather to Ruidoso to drive a pickup back to Las Cruses. Driving from Ruidoso to Las Cruses the transmission froze up on the old pickup truck. I sat by the road as the sun set and the moon and stars came out. An old Chevy station wagon stopped to see what my problem was. The Mexican driving the Chevy looked like he was from around there. After listening to me, and a try at changing the gears he gave up and I got in beside him for the ride into Las Cruces.

Along the way he asked if I wanted to suck his cock, he unzipped and dug his cock out of his pants. After stroking for a few minutes and getting his cock to fatten up he asked again if I wanted to suck his cock, except his tone was not a question it was more of a command. I bent over took his cock in my hand and settled down to enjoy his cock while he drove.

Whether he knew or just went with his instinct I will never know, what I do know is his cock went off like a canon and we drove off the road. All was okay, he zipped up laughing and I wiped my face off and we went on our way. At my folks house I told them about the pickup breaking down and the Mexican giving me a ride. I kept quiet about sucking his cock and him running off the road when he shot me in the face with his Mexican load.