Okay, Here's My Story...

Okay, Here's My Story

By Richard Bacula

It'd been long while since I'd jerked off, a much longer while since I'd been laid, and it seemed like my cock was stiff most of the time, but I wasn't desperate enough to get myself off in my car at an empty coin-op car wash in the middle of the night. At least, that's what I told myself.

I'd pulled in to take a nap, but couldn't sleep. I was in a bad state: too tired to drive, and too horny to sleep. After some tossing and turning in my leaned-back drivers' seat, I gave up on that idea and decided what the hell, I might as well clean my car. Not the outside--I couldn't give a rat's ass about that part. The inside was pretty dirty, though, so I pulled out the partial roll of quarters that I normally use for parking meters and tolls, and I drove my car up to the big, super-suction vacuum cleaner station.

First, I tossed out all the trash. Then I started vacuuming my car, and I had the doors open so I could get in and out as I worked. It was a hot night, and sweat started to trickle down into my eyes. I thought what the hell, it's a wet/dry vac. I vacuumed the sweat off my brow. It felt nice, not just because it got rid of the sweat, but because of all the cool air rushing past my warm skin....