I had just taken speech of a steel new car and rather like the overgrown youth that I still am at heart, I will admit that I was rather proud of my gleaming BMW. But then, it's overgrown youths that are my trouble - in so far as I still fancy them like sin, even though I'm old enough to lie with better.

Nevertheless, when I was going up the hill at the end of my road on a beautiful cheery afternoon in my steel new penis-extension, who should be ambling down the early side of the road toward me than a spikey-haired youth in a T-shirt and jogging bottoms.

I'll be dependable and say that the inaugural thing I spotted was the protrusion in the nominal head of his jogging bottoms ; THEN I saw the vernal face and my sex-alarm went off. He was one I hadn't seen before."Hmm, nice,"I thought to myself as I cruised slowly past him at barely 5 miles an hour, giving him the look - you know the one.

The matter is ( and it so rarely happens these twenty-four hour period ), he gave me the look as well ! And as I looked in my wing mirror as we passed each other, I saw him bar in his tracks and turn beat to look back at me - or was it the car he was looking at ? The new number-plates gave it away, of course.

I should have just carried on and I don't know why but I just stopped the car in the center of the road with my substructure on the brake. It's really quiet down my road usually anyway, and I watched in my mirror to see what he would do next. What he did arrive at my ticker get-go pounding in my chest. He was only walking back up the road towards my car - and he was stepping into the midsection of the route to do it ! I decided to try to be cool, so I remained with my foot on the brake and casually lowered the window - electric of course !

"Nice Car !"he said, standing opposite my window, just a foot or so away, so that I could get a dependable facial expression at him. He was about 5 ft 9 inches grandiloquent, with spikey brown hair and dark eyes. He seemed slight but in his tracksuit, it was difficult to be certain. His font was essentially clean-shaven but a bit potholed, as if he had suffered badly from spots a few years ago. Up close, he looked to be in his early on XX. And this much closer to it, that protrusion seemed even more plain ! He blinked and looked at me, but not at the car. I was sure he had seen where I was just looking.

"Thanks,"was all I could recollect to say. Then I thought,"What the Hell ! Go for it !"

"Sorry if I stared,"I said,"I thought I recognized you but I don't think I've seen you around here before."

He smiled and nodded slowly, half-closing his centre, as if knowingly.

"Oh, is that why you were staring ?"he said, rather cheekily I thought. Then, as if sensing my embarrassment, he continued,"Actually, I'm only staying here this week with Leah and Brad at Number 26 - Brad's my Uncle. Anyway, where are you off to in your flash new BM ?"

"Nowhere really,"I replied,"only to the shops. Why, do you fancy a ride ?"And then I added,"if you're at a loosen end."

"I am actually,"he smirked,"and yes, I'd screw a ride !"

The double-meaning in our telephone exchange was making butterfly stroke in my stomach at the thought process of this unseasoned guy and more than particularly, what he seemed now to be playing with, with one hand in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms.

"Hop in then,"I said, as I gestured to the seat next to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the front man and got in.

As I drove off, my judgment was racing and blood was rushing in the focal point of my inguen, as my cock swelled in my white cotton CKs. His name was dean and he was 22. I was trying hard to imagine of what succeeding to do or say, as well as where the hell to go and within moments, we were out on the master fast road and I had slipped into top gear and was cruising at 65. I decided to contract a probability with some more double-meaning word-play with him, to see where it led.

"I think you're quite brave,"I said, making conversation,"either that, or reckless !"

"Oh yeah ?"I had his interest
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"I mean, getting into a car with a total unknown,"I explained."For all you know, I could be just a grime old man, luring destitute young hombre like you into my twist around clutches."

There was secrecy for a moment. Then he just said,

"Who says I'm innocent ? For all you know, I could be a sex-crazed druggie who would think zilch of dragging you off into the bushes to do nasty things to you before stealing your car-keys !"

This cranny was going to give as safe as he got, that much was clear ! I sucked-in a breathing spell between my teeth.

"Is it that bad, do you think ?"I said, trying not to sound too serious.

"Well, you never know,"he warned,"after all, if you WERE just a dirty old man, wouldn't that be what you deserved ?"

He paused, and before I could consider of what to say, he continued,"Anyway, dirty you may be but old ? Nah, not yet at any charge per unit ! Why don't you drive down by the river."

"What about the sex-crazed druggie ?"I asked.

"Oh, he may be sex-crazed alright, but he's no druggie,"he replied."Besides, he wouldn't have a clew what to do with the key ; he can't drive - at least, not one with train ‘ n stuff and nonsense !"
By now, the ice had been well fracture and I laughed out loud, causing him to appear across at me with a rather self-complacent smile on his cheeky expression, as he slouched deeper into the passenger fundament next to me.

I pulled into a calm down part of the car green down by the river and switched off the engine. I unbuckled my belt and he did the same. There was just the sound of the duck's egg quacking on the water as we sat there.

"So what do you cerebrate ?"I asked. He had already set the seat-back down slightly, so he was sort of half-laying, half-sitting next to me.

"I love the smell and smell of leather, don't you ?"he said, as he stroked the sonant cream leather of the sides of his seat,"especially succeeding to my skin. Mind if I slip these off ; I'm getting really hot, here in the sun."

Before I could respond, he lifted his buttocks in the tush and casually slipped his tracksuit bottoms down below his knees, revealing his bare branch, bare stomach and a thick pubic hair of pubic fuzz. I was instantly shocked by the absence seizure of any underclothes but the blow quickly dissipated as my attention rested on the semi-tumescent, unmown piece of heart and soul that lay before me in the midst of that dense thatch. I can honestly say that any young man would be proud of such a part and mine was already oozing pre-cum in my own briefs, now constrained even more tightly by my jeans in the fanny next to him.

As I gazed at him ( probably with my oral fissure overt in surprise - I can't remember ! ), he looked back and smirked,

"It won't bite y'know,"he said. Then he added,"you're not gon na go chicken on me are you ?"

So checking around that there was no-one else in vision, I lifted his weighty stopcock with my right hand, as I put my aspect down into his lap and took it straight into my mouth. My face was already into his duncish Blackbeard and I could inspire all those steamy, masculine odours of musk & sweat, combined with the more respectable olfactory property of liquid ecstasy and talcum powder.

His electronic organ seemed to take on a life of its own. Awoken from its semi-slumber, it rapidly grew inside my backtalk, as I slurped and sucked and as I pressed down on his testicle with my right hired hand, my glossa felt his foreskin slip back, revealing the hardening ridge of his cock-head, which was still growing !

Eventually, I had to come up for air. It was getting really hot in the car, in the sun and I figured that if I just sucked him off here, he'd soon lose pastime and that would be that. So I suggested we make for the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to observe a quiet spot but in the fresh air. To my surprisal, he agreed and quickly slipped is trackie-bottoms back up and got out of the car. He was keen !
gallery into the clump of trees set back from the river, it wasn't long before we found a lowly clearing with some pasturage and a strewing of natural state flowers, partly shaded from the sun. On this sheltered bit of the riverbank, we lay down in the soft grass and I put my will arm over his shoulders, as I slid my hired hand inside his trackie-bottoms and into the warm sweatiness of his pubic hair, now damp from my having dribbled all over it in the car !

Again, he lifted his buttocks and pushed his tracksuit bottoms down to his human knee. Laying down again in my embracement, his tumid organ lay up across his slightly hairy stomach, throbbing gently in anticipation.

As if matching his spikey brown head of hair, his body was also peppered in section with tiny curls. His leg were quite hairy but his muscles were young and learn, the outline of his abs framing a treasure-trail of hairs leading both in and out of his soft navel. I ran my face softly over his stomach and I felt him inhale, as I kissed first one slope and then the other side of that tender area beside his hip-bones, now protruding slightly, as he lay stretched-out before me in the dappled sunlight of this deserted riverbank.

Breaking-off our embrace for a here and now, I rapidly kicked off my trainer and undid my shirt but as I made to unzip my dungaree, he sat up and said,

"No, let me do that,"and he leapt up and straddled my legs, slowly unzipping my flies and almost carefully revealing my White person Jean Chauvin brief before grabbing the waist of my denim and pulling them down to my knees. As we manoeuvred and got rid of my denim, his erect cock stood out from his body, bouncing around and pointing at me, as if to say,"What about me ? Don't draw a blank what you started !"

He knelt across me, shuffling up across my body until his organ was in front of my typeface. His hand was holding his tool, guiding it towards me. He wanted some to a greater extent of what I had given him in the car ! I eagerly took his tool in my mouth again and began sucking and playing with it. As I repeatedly slid up and down, slurping and swallowed his young weapon, licking the bid underside of his cock-head and tickling his testis with my fingers, I tasted his saltiness on my tongue and realized it was his pre-cum. This just got me higher and wilder ; he was 22, fit - and all mine.

His hand gripped my head, as he began face-fucking me, gently at first but then more urgently, as I held his taught second joint, his organ pounding in and out of my throat, nearly causing me to gag two or three times. But eventually, I felt the tell-tale mansion and, gripped in my custody, I felt his sides shuddering, as his breathing suddenly changed. Pulling his swollen organ devoid of my mouth, he began frantically stroking his own cock in front of my face, holding my head word back, away from it.

Don't you love that second when a unseasoned man loses all self-will just before he cums ? Clearly, he wanted to look on himself cum on my aspect and this just made me crave it more. I wanted his salty sexiness and as I heard his commencement mussitation of yielding to his desperate, internal urge, I begged him,

"leave it to me, please. please !"

I licked and pushed hard to get my brim to his throbbing tool, as with a deep, hard pant, he exploded towards my oral fissure, two smashing gushes of salty cum spewed across my cheek. As his concentration shifted to his consuming orgasm, he relaxed his grip on my head and with my hands still aside his thighs, I pulled his unscathed body forward, so that his organ was thrust into my aching mouth.

"Oh fuck !"he gasped,"Oh mother fucker, Christ, no !"

He was momentarily helpless. In the thick of his coming, the tender head of his ejaculating manhood was now trapped within my mouth and I had my deal firmly on his buttocks, the muscleman in which I felt rapidly tensing and contracting, tensing and contracting, as jet after jet of his white seed, coursed through his throbbing penis, firmly gripped between my backtalk, so that I could taste every squirt of his salty cum, as it shot from his shuddering body and into mine.

Then relaxing, throbbing and exhausted, he breathed heavily and I allowed him to displume back and withdraw his cock from my mouth. I was still savouring the last drops of his cum as his shaft finally slipped out between my lips and he shuddered, letting out and stifled gasp of relief.

"Fuck me !"he uttered, without thinking.

"You probably don't mean that,"I laughed, as I looked up at him, the sweat now pouring down his body.

He just grinned, as if apologetically, and collapsed alongside me in the tenacious soft grass. I thought he would lose interest now but as he lay at my side, his hand slid between my thighs and began caressing my orchis, still contained within my egg white briefs, now soaking wet from all my own leaking pre-cum. I was in nirvana ; this 20 year-old fantasy had just had one tremendous climax and yet he was still interested - in me ! I wasn't expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer, and I was enjoying every precious moment.

Pulling the cincture of my Jean Chauvin briefs down below my lump, his hand enveloped my aching and soaking electronic organ. At first of all, I think he thought I had cum already, until I explained that I get very wet when I get excited. And he had got me VERY excited !

He laughed. He seemed to like that. It fuelled his ego I suppose, to realize that individual could be so turned on by his doing something so selfish as masturbating in my grimace. But I could tell that his interestingness was waning. So as he lay there, propped up on one elbow, his paw slowly massaging my manhood, I took control again. I sat up and gently but firmly rolled him away and over onto his belly, in the tenacious aplomb skunk and began stroking and caressing his arse, sliding my finger up and down the soft ripples of his rear and trim waist.

He crossed his blazon under his grimace and relaxed beside me, a visual sensation of vernal nakedness in the dappled sunlight. His back, unlike his chest, was almost hairless and he had bracelet-style tattoos around both his upper weapon system. His hide was tanned, apart from a narrow isthmus below his waist and covering his polish up buttock. I climbed over him and pulling his branch apart slightly, I buried my aspect between the cheeks of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but sinewy, round and full, peppered with little disastrous hairs, just like his bronze legs. As I spread the cheeks of his buttocks, I slipped my lingua into his arse-hole and tasted him, sweaty now but diffused, clean and biting with male odours. He groaned in appreciation and diffuse his legs more, as I licked around his Ball and played my glossa in and out of his pickle. His stopcock was pointing down in front man of him below his balls as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty hard. I tickled his cock-head with my tongue, then licked it, kissed it and tasted the remnants of cum, still oozing from its tip.

But my own puppet was dripping pre-cum uselessly on the grass between his wooden leg and the ache within me for respite was becoming more than intense. So I stopped my gentle massage of his lovely young body and just lay down on top of him, drawing his legs together again between mine, so that my electronic organ and balls nestled wetly between his warm sweaty thighs just below his ass-crack.

I slipped my arms under his and clutched him tightly around the shoulder, as my own dead body now fall away and slid, easily up and down against his rear, lubricated by a carnal admixture of pre-cum and sudation. The psyche of my reed organ pushed and thrust against the resisting cleft of his anus, dripping pre-cum over the binding of his balls as I withdrew. But as I felt him wriggle under me, he groaned softly, as if to separate me it was ok to go further. At to the lowest degree, that's the way I took it.

As I slid upwards over the backbone of his pegleg and body, my tool pressed firmly hard and forward, hitting just the right post as he breathed-in and his hole relaxed, just for a bit, long enough for my cock-head to slide effortlessly beyond the commencement barrier.

He gasped beneath me, and I felt his anus declaration around my prick. But he didn't go More resistance than that. We just lay there a moment, until I began pushing a little promote. As he gently moaned into sess, I buried my face in the nape of his neck and began kissing him. He squirmed some more and I thrust forward and felt the sec barrier sacrifice way to my organ, as he gasped again and then relaxed. I had finally penetrated his inner holy place, that most wanted and private share of a man's body, and I was losing myself as I now began thrusting in earnest, not quite withdrawing all the way before thrusting ever recondite into his burning insides.

But I couldn't keep it going ; I was too high and now I couldn't ascendancy it any longer. I felt those tell-tale signs, as the aching began deep inside my mole, sending out that familiar spirit wafture of tingling fondness that seemed to envelop the whole of my torso. I made one final thrust forward into the depths of his inside, as my orgasm exploded from within me and the jism surged from my balls, through my pulsing pecker and spewed long and hard into him.

"Jesus !"I swore, as pulsation after pulse injection oceanic abyss into his innards and abandon my repressed sexual desire in dateless spirt of man-seed, draining the cum from my balls. I felt his ass clench two or three times, as if to suck up every last drib from my captivate tool, before I finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, spent.

But fiddling did I realize, it wasn't over yet. He raised his head on his hands, turned and looked at me.

"Hm !"he grunted,"OK, so that's how it's gon na be, is it ? Well now it's my number !"

Frankly, I was speechless but at that moment, I hadn't the intensity level to stand firm and he knew it. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my tum and was thrusting his hard and slippy cock-head between my arse-cheeks and against my reluctant mess. Only he didn't wait for me to relax ; with the impatient urgency of young, he just shuffled forwards across my backside and rammed his tool into me.

God, did it hurt ! I even yelled-out as he did it ; I couldn't stop myself but it was"my own mistake"after all. Thankfully, my exclamation of pain made him hold still for a few minute, while I gathered myself and then consciously gave-in to him. Then he began gathering momentum, pushing and thrusting, urgently bringing himself to what he had decided was his just reward for my having taken advantage of him.

To be honest, he wasn't hitting the properly smear as far as I was concerned, and there was never a chance that I was going to pass another climax under his inconsiderate pounding of my backside. But it satisfied me, even thrilled me to love that I was the means he was using to lend himself off again. I was relieved when I finally felt him shuddering and grunting, as his secondly orgasm of the afternoon began coursing through his body. In that consequence, I imagined again all that white, salty cum I had tasted earlier on my tongue, only this time, it was via a different route that it surged through that Lapplander putz and into my own body again.

On reflection, we had been fortunate not to be disturbed, lying together in iniquitous bareness in the summertime grass on a deserted riverbank all this time. There we were, both of us face down, branch facing the river, him on top of me, his organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the fear phone of the"putter, putting iron, putting iron"of an outboard motor. A boat was coming along the river. There was nothing we could do but lie as still as potential and just go for whoever was on the boat wasn't looking in this direction as it went by. If they were, God knows what kind of opinion they got ! By the time the boat passed, both of us were laughing ourselves silly, still laying there against each other, as the creamy white evidence of our afternoon of debauchery put, put, puttered from our relaxing holes and into the sunlight, where we eventually collected our clothes, returning silently and shamelessly domicile in my mark new BMW.

In this case, I guess you might say that `` It must birth been the car ! ''