Another sunny Tuesday as I squinted through the glare
While driving through the humid haze of downtown city air,
My lunch break almost over as I headed into town,
My drive-thru garbage at my side, I rolled my window down.
I turned my head to check both ways as I let off the brake,
But as I looked, I saw a man who made me double-take.

He stood by Bucky’s Hardware by the open corner door
He had a rather solid bulk and stood at six-foot-four.
He had a short-cropped haircut with some silver on each side,
His beard was full and neatly trimmed, his mustache thick and wide.
His sleeveless tank displayed his arms and shoulders round and strong:
He’s just the kind of guy that I could stare at all day long.

The way his jeans showed off his goods was perfect as can be -
His eyes were dark and hungry - he was looking back at me!
My stomach leapt into my throat as I drove slowly by,
He bent his head and met my stare as we matched eye-to-eye.
And though my pulse was racing, I could feel my spirits drop -
My car kept right on moving, though my brain was screaming Stop!

And as my car moved down the street, I bubbled with regret,
And then a thought occurred to me: this wasn’t over yet.
I knew I should return to work, but I drove around the block,
I knew that I should not play games while I’m still on the clock.
I hoped he would be standing there when I came back around,
But the storefront was deserted — he was nowhere to be found.

When I got back, my office desk was piled high with work,
I plopped into my office chair, still feeling like a jerk.
The office snitch came by to glare and pointed at his watch;
I smiled just to piss him off and pointed at my crotch.
The moment was corrupted by that old familiar tone
Of the loud, incessant chirping of my busy office phone.

I lifted the receiver and I barked my standard line:
“You’ve reached the downtown office, can I help you at this time?”
A deep and husky voice replied in a rather playful tone:
“Why did you go and leave me on the corner all alone?”
Was this the guy I just drove by while heading into town?
Where did he get my number? How did he track me down?

Before I could reply to him, he spoke to me once more:
“Perhaps you might drive by again, around a half past four.”
I heard a click as he hung up; I sat there like a stone.
I felt my pecker twitching as I slowly dropped the phone.
I felt my stomach tingle as the blood raced for my cock -
My hard-on tented visibly as I glanced at the clock.

Maybe this was all a prank and maybe it was real -
But either way, I really loved the way this made me feel!
And though he was a stranger and there was some cause to fear,
My dick told me to ride the wave and soon, all would be clear.
So when the time had come to leave, I locked my top desk drawer
And tried to hide my woody as I took off out the door.

I drove back to the hardware store and rolled my window down;
Apart from random passers by, I saw no one around.
I heaved a sigh and just as I was ready to head home,
I heard the nearby ringing of the corner public phone.
The church bells rang four-thirty, so it sure seemed plain to see -
I didn’t have to wonder if that phone call was for me.

I threw on my emergencies and got out of the car,
To park there was illegal, so I’m glad it wasn’t far.
I picked up the receiver and I whispered a “Hello,”
The voice said, “Hello, buddy. I’m so glad that you could show.”
I finally asked, “Who is this?” but he gave me no reaction,
Instead he asked me playfully, “You ready for some action?”

Dear readers, there are times in life when I should use my head
So I don’t end up victimized, ripped off, or even dead.
I didn’t know who this guy was, I didn’t know his plan;
I threw it all into the wind and answered, “Yes, I am.”
“I’m closer than you think I am. I’m somewhere right nearby!
Just look around to spot me, you can see me if you try.”

I looked around the phone booth and I glanced around the store,
And there across the street I saw him leaning by a door.
He put away his cell phone and he nodded with a grin;
He opened up the unmarked door and, smiling, he went in.
My hard-on was returning as I ran across the street
I felt my body tingling from my head down to my feet.

The door was not a storefront. When I pulled it open wide,
I took a breath and let it out, and then I went inside.
Straight down a darkened hallway, I moved without a sound -
I couldn’t see or hear too much as I looked all around.
My senses ached for input and I felt so deaf and blind,
And then I felt two meaty arms slide ‘round me from behind.

His body pushed against my back, his hands slid cross my chest;
His hips on mine, I felt his stony pecker as he pressed.
I turned around to face him but I had no chance to quip;
He held his meaty finger out and pressed it on my lip,
“I know your home phone number, I also know your name.
I know you want the Red Sox in tomorrow evening’s game.

“I know your favorite color; I know your brand of beer.
I know your boss would fire your ass if he found out you’re queer;
I know so much about you, bud — don’t even ask me how —
And I know that you would love it if I fucked you here and now.”
His eyes stayed locked upon my eyes as he undid my shirt,
His bearded face attacked my chest and gnawed until it hurt.

His arms were damp and solid as they slid down to my waist,
His kiss was strong and urgent and was salty to the taste,
My hand grabbed on his denim bulge and traced its ample size,
And when I had unleashed it, I could not believe my eyes!
Sinking down to take it in, I kissed the very tip,
And just to tease I started with my tongue upon his hip.

As my tongue circled closer, I could feel his muscles shudder,
Then I engulfed his hard-on like a calf attacks an udder.
Soon I felt him tensing, so my rhythm action slowed;
I pulled away before he had the chance to fire his load.
He stood before me, heaving, as the sweat rolled off his nose -
And staring in my eyes again, he took off all his clothes.

He opened up my trousers and he pulled them past my knees,
His hand slid round my nutsac as he tugged it with a squeeze;
He paused for just a moment, then I felt him touch my prick,
A slippery hand of K-Y made my hard-on smooth and slick.
He grabbed my legs and hoisted them so gracefully and fast,
Slathering his cock with lube, he pushed it in my ass.

Each stabbing thrust convinced me that his strength was so profound,
My hands were on his shoulders and my feet were off the ground!
Completely at his mercy I leaned back and took the ride;
I felt him getting ready to unleash his spunk inside -
I also felt my climax start to build from underneath;
I shouted out, “I’m coming!” through my grinding, clenching teeth.

He erupted with a final thrust, his muscles hard as stone;
As I fired off my jism, I let out a heavy moan.
Standing there and heaving air, our sweat mixed with our cum,
He slowly placed me on my feet and kissed me with his tongue.
He started to get dressed again without a single word;
I almost spoke, but then I thought that silence was preferred.

And when he finished dressing, he touched me on the chin,
He bent to kiss me one more time and stood there with a grin.
And as I tried to speak to him, he walked back down the hall,
He gave me no reaction, just like talking to the wall.
I got myself adjusted then I walked out to the door,
The sunlight brightly blinding as I stepped outside once more.

I looked to see which way he went, but when I turned around,
He wasn’t anywhere in sight; he was nowhere to be found!
And then the thought occurred to me that something else was wrong:
I left my car across the street, but now my car was gone.
And as my eyes adjusted to the burning light of day,
I realized that while inside, my car was towed away.

A couple phone calls later and a nasty cab ride home,
I stood out in my driveway in the darkness all alone.
A part of me was deeply sad this was a one-time deal,
The rest of me was basking in the glow of the surreal.
Although my legs were sore as hell, my ass still moist with cum,
I still felt oddly peaceful – quite relaxed and somewhat numb.

The moon smiled down upon me as I looked up in the sky
And all at once, it dawned on me that I’m a lucky guy.
I quietly resigned myself and headed in once more
I saw a little envelope attached to my front door.
There was no card inside it, just a little note instead
Written by my very best friend, and this is what it said:

You really mean the world to me, it’s corny but it’s true
If I could grant you any wish, what could I do for you?
Can’t get no silly token gifts, you know that’s not my style,
So what could I arrange that you’d remember for a while?
I figured that you’d like a trick with someone big and burly,
So hope you had a good one - Happy Birthday one week early.