"Yes!" I exclaimed, beaming at him. "I'd love one!"

He talked the whole way back, but I didn't care. I just kept directing him where to turn and cranking up the heat. It was like a furnace blowing over my cheeks, making them tingle, and I was in heaven. When he pulled up to the house, I sat there, shocked, seeing Matt's legs sticking out from under the car.

He’s actually working on it!

"Thanks for the ride," I said to John (James? Damn!), giving him a big smile before climbing out of his truck.

I approached Matt, hearing him swearing softly under the car. Something fell and tinked on the cement. He clearly didn't know I was there, and he cocked one knee up, letting it fall to the side as he whistled some tune. All of a sudden, I had an idea.

"Shhhh, don't say anything," I whispered as I squatted between his legs, glancing around. We were pretty well protected by the side of the house, although someone could see us from the road if they were looking.

I pulled one of my gloves off with my teeth, grasping his zipper and easing it down. It was so cold he was actually wearing long underwear-and I didn't even know he owned any! Quickly, I reached in and found his cock, pulling it free and squeezing it toward hard in my hand.

"You're such a good boy," I murmured, glancing toward the road to see if anyone was approaching. "Coming out here in this awful cold to fix the car… let's warm you up a little."

He made some noise and shifted his weight, but my hand was wrapped tight, working up and down his shaft, making him stand up straight. It didn't take long, really. I pumped him hard and fast, feeling his hips bucking up against me. He was a throbbing tower of heat in my fist, much warmer than a cup of coffee, the friction heating both my hands and his cock. I worked him up and down, my eyes still on the road to make sure no one was watching.