Blog Blogger: ASS PARADE muffled sound of his curses at the "piece of shit" made me giggle. His long, slender body was half buried under the frame of the car. The creeper swayed back and forth as he flexed his legs to get deeper under the car's belly, and I instantly got wet. I couldn't see anything above his waist, but I didn't need to either. His legs were covered with marks where he'd wiped his hands free of the grime throughout the day. With one leg bent at the knee there was only a slight bulge where his dick was trapped behind his zipper. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch it. I started at the knee with just enough pressure for him to feel it through his jeans. He jumped at first but instantly relaxed when he recognized the way I caressed him. I could feel his cock start to swell beneath my hand. I ran my fingers along the sides of his dick, harder at the shaft and lightly over the tip. I did the best I could through the thick denim. Still on his back, waist deep in car, I slowly slid my fingers up and unbuttoned his jeans. His now rock hard penis sprang out of his pants eager to escape the confinement. It laid atop his belly almost seeming to rest from the struggle.
