The story started in my early 20's, my neighbour and I used to engage in sexual banter and I used to love and encourage his sex stories ...

Fast forward to last week, I bumped into him after almost 20 years and we seen it as an opportunity to catch up, so was a bit shocked to hear he is on his third marriage but put it down to it being a Muslim thing. We spent a bit of time chatting and the chats eventually deviated to our 20s when he recalled an incident where i was massaging his chest and he was aroused but we were too shy to so anything...

Now that I am more forward I asked if he would like a massage but it would have to be in one of our vehicles seeing that we didn't have a venue..

He agreed and we chose his vehicle, his bakkie was a lot more bigger then my Jazz.

Shakil jumped into the back seat and lay down and I stood by the door, where his head was facing and massaged his chest, I loved listening to him moan and this time I massaged down to his belly button. He did indicate he was getting very turned on, so I moved to the other side of the bakkie and stood facing him, except this time I stroked his legs up to his thighs, around his crotch . He helped undo his jeans and his gorgeous cock was released, marvelled that he still went commando. He stroked himself before I took it from his hands and started to jerk him off , his moans loud. He asked me to suck his cock and I obliged and started licking his base to his head before swallowing him entirely. I sucked until he shot his load into my throat, and I reminded myself of the amount of times I fantasized about this. I held onto his cock until all his cum was released and then allowed him to pullout, I stroked him a last time before swallowing his balls ..

He was spent and I loved it ...