I had just taken delivery of a stain new car and rather like the overgrown youth that I still am at warmness, I will admit that I was rather proud of my gleaming BMW. But then, it's overgrown youths that are my problem - in so far as I still fancy them like hell, even though I'm old enough to know better.

Nevertheless, when I was going up the hill at the end of my road on a beautiful cheery good afternoon in my trade name new penis-extension, who should be ambling down the early position of the route toward me than a spikey-haired young person in a tee shirt and jogging bottoms.

I'll be fair and say that the world-class affair I spotted was the gibbosity in the front end of his jogging bottoms ; THEN I saw the youthful 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 international nautical mile an hour, giving him the look - you know the one.

The thing is ( and it so rarely happens these days ), he gave me the face as well ! And as I looked in my offstage mirror as we passed each other, I saw him give up in his tracks and grow round to bet 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 heart of the road with my animal foot on the Pteridium aquilinum. It's really quiet down my route usually anyway, and I watched in my mirror to see what he would do next. What he did shit my heart scratch line throbbing in my bureau. He was only walking back up the road towards my car - and he was stepping into the middle of the road to do it ! I decided to try to be cool, so I remained with my foot on the Pteridium aquilinum and casually lowered the window - electric automobile of course of study !

"Nice Car !"he said, standing opposite my window, just a foot or so away, so that I could get a soundly spirit at him. He was about 5 ft 9 inches marvelous, with spikey brown whisker and dark centre. He seemed slim but in his tracksuit, it was difficult to be sure as shooting. His face was essentially clean-shaven but a bit pockmarked, as if he had suffered badly from musca volitans a few years ago. Up close, he looked to be in his too soon twenties. And this much closelipped to it, that excrescence seemed even more evident ! 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 think to say. Then I thought,"What the underworld ! 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 flare new BM ?"

"Nowhere really,"I replied,"only to the store. Why, do you visualise a drive ?"And then I added,"if you're at a unleash end."

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

The double-meaning in our exchange was making butterfly stroke in my breadbasket at the sentiment of this young guy and more than particularly, what he seemed now to be playing with, with one script in the air hole of his tracksuit bottoms.

"Hop in then,"I said, as I gestured to the posterior future to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the social movement and got in.

As I drove off, my psyche was racing and blood was rushing in the guidance of my groin, as my cock swelled in my white cotton plant CKs. His figure was Dean and he was 22. I was trying laborious to cogitate of what future to do or say, as well as where the hell to go and within moments, we were out on the primary fasting road and I had slipped into top gear and was cruising at 65. I decided to occupy a chance 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 tot up stranger,"I explained."For all you know, I could be just a dirty old man, luring innocent young guys like you into my perverted clutches."

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

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

This cuss was going to give way as good as he got, that much was pull in ! I sucked-in a breath between my teeth.

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

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

He paused, and before I could suppose of what to say, he continued,"Anyway, dirty you may be but old ? Nah, not yet at any rate ! 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 hint what to do with the keys ; he can't driving - at least, not one with gears ‘ n stuff !"
By now, the ice had been well broken and I laughed out trashy, causing him to look across at me with a rather smug grinning on his cheeky look, as he slouched deeper into the passenger backside future to me.

I pulled into a quiet component of the car park down by the river and switched off the engine. I unbuckled my whack and he did the Lapplander. There was just the sound of the duck's egg quacking on the water as we sat there.

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

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

Before I could react, he lifted his buttocks in the ass and casually slipped his tracksuit bottoms down below his knees, revealing his bare legs, bare belly and a thick bush of pubic hair. I was instantly shocked by the absence of any underclothes but the shock quickly dissipated as my attention rested on the semi-tumescent, uncut piece of meat that lay before me in the midst of that dense Edward Thatch. I can honestly say that any Danton True Young man would be proud of such a piece and mine was already oozing pre-cum in my own briefs, now constrained even more tightly by my denim in the butt next to him.

As I gazed at him ( probably with my back talk open in surprise - I can't think of ! ), he looked back and smirked,

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

So checking around that there was no-one else in mass, I lifted his weighty putz with my properly hand, as I put my face down into his lap and took it straight into my mouth. My face was already into his thick thatch and I could inhale all those steamy, masculine olfactory property of musk & travail, combined with the more goodly scent of soap and talcum powder.

His pipe organ seemed to exact on a life of its own. Awoken from its semi-slumber, it rapidly grew inside my oral cavity, as I slurped and sucked and as I pressed down on his clod with my properly helping hand, my tongue felt his foreskin teddy back, revealing the hardening rooftree 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 interest and that would be that. So I suggested we make for the trees to receive a calm down 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 neat !
Heading into the clump of trees set back from the river, it wasn't long before we found a lowly clearing with some grass and a sprinkle of wild peak, partly shaded from the sun. On this sheltered bit of the riverside, we lay down in the soft sess and I put my left arm over his shoulder, as I slid my manus 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 knees. Laying down again in my bosom, his raise organ lay up across his slightly hairy stomach, throbbing gently in anticipation.

As if matching his spikey brown chief of hair's-breadth, his body was also peppered in office with tiny curlicue. His legs were quite haired but his muscles were young and taught, the lineation of his abs framing a treasure-trail of hairs leading both in and out of his soft navel. I ran my facial expression softly over his stomach and I felt him inhale, as I kissed first one face and then the other incline of that ship's boat area beside his hip-bones, now protruding slightly, as he lay stretched-out before me in the mottle sunlight of this deserted riverbank.

Breaking-off our embracing for a instant, I rapidly kicked off my trainers and undo my shirt but as I made to unzip my jeans, he sat up and said,

"No, let me do that,"and he leapt up and straddle my stage, slowly unzipping my tent flap and almost carefully revealing my white Calvin briefs before grabbing the waist of my dungaree and pulling them down to my knee. As we manoeuvred and got rid of my jean, his set up cock stood out from his trunk, bouncing around and pointing at me, as if to say,"What about me ? Don't forget what you started !"

He knelt across me, shuffling up across my physical structure until his organ was in front of my face. His mitt was holding his instrument, guiding it towards me. He wanted some Thomas More of what I had given him in the car ! I eagerly took his putz in my mouth again and began sucking and playing with it. As I repeatedly slid up and down, slurping and swallowed his Pres Young weapon, licking the bid undersurface of his cock-head and tickling his testicles 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 men gripped my top dog, as he began face-fucking me, gently at first but then more urgently, as I held his taught thighs, his organ pounding in and out of my pharynx, nearly causing me to gag two or three times. But eventually, I felt the tell-tale mark and, gripped in my workforce, I felt his sides shuddering, as his breathing suddenly changed. Pulling his swollen electric organ relinquish of my rima oris, he began frantically stroking his own tool in front of my face, holding my chief back, away from it.

Don't you love that moment when a young man loses all possession just before he cums ? Clearly, he wanted to watch himself cum on my brass and this just made me crave it more. I wanted his salty sexiness and as I heard his first cardiac murmur of giving up to his desperate, inner urge, I begged him,

"Give it to me, please. Please !"

I licked and pushed hard to get my lips to his throbbing tool, as with a mysterious, hard gasp, he exploded towards my mouth, two bully gushes of salty cum spewed across my face. As his compactness shifted to his consuming orgasm, he relaxed his clasp on my head and with my hands still aside his second joint, I pulled his whole body forward, so that his organ was thrust into my aching mouth.

"Oh fuck !"he gasped,"Oh shucks, Jesus, no !"

He was momentarily helpless. In the midst of his orgasm, the sensitive heading of his ejaculating manhood was now trapped within my mouth and I had my deal firmly on his buttocks, the muscles in which I felt rapidly tensing and contracting, tensing and contracting, as jet after jet of his white seed, coursed through his throbbing member, firmly gripped between my back talk, so that I could sample every spirt 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 pull back and crawfish out his cock from my sassing. I was still savouring the last dip of his cum as his shaft finally slipped out between my lips and he shuddered, letting out and stifled gasp of relief.

"nooky me !"he uttered, without thinking.

"You probably don't mean value 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 recollective diffuse supergrass. I thought he would lose interest now but as he lay at my incline, his deal slid between my second joint and began caressing my lump, still contained within my white briefs, now soaking wet from all my own leaking pre-cum. I was in heaven ; this 20 year-old fantasy had just had one tremendous orgasm and yet he was still matter to - in me ! I wasn't expecting any to a greater extent than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer, and I was enjoying every cute moment.

Pulling the sash of my John Calvin briefs down below my balls, his script enveloped my ache and soaking harmonium. At first-class honours degree, 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 pull in that someone could be so turned on by his doing something so selfish as masturbating in my face. But I could assure that his interest was waning. So as he lay there, propped up on one elbow joint, his bridge player slowly massaging my manhood, I took ascendence again. I sat up and gently but firmly rolled him away and over onto his belly, in the retentive chill grass and began stroking and caressing his prat, sliding my finger's breadth up and down the mild ripple of his back and trim down waist.

He crossed his arms under his face and slack up beside me, a sight of youthful nudity in the dappled sunshine. His back, unlike his bureau, was almost hairless and he had bracelet-style tattoos around both his upper arms. His tegument was tanned, apart from a narrow circle below his waist and covering his rounded buttocks. I climbed over him and pulling his legs apart slightly, I buried my face between the cheeks of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but powerful, round and full phase of the moon, peppered with short black hairs, just like his tanned legs. As I spread the impertinence of his buttocks, I slipped my tongue into his arse-hole and tasted him, sweaty now but diffused, unobjectionable and mordacious with manful aroma. He groaned in taste and spread his leg more, as I licked around his lump and played my tongue in and out of his kettle of fish. His turncock was pointing down in front of him below his Lucille Ball 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 legs and the ache within me for relief was becoming more intense. So I stopped my gentle massage of his endearing young dead body and just lay down on top of him, drawing his peg together again between mine, so that my organ and formal nestled wetly between his warm sweaty thighs just below his ass-crack.

I slipped my blazon under his and clutched him tightly around the articulatio humeri, as my own eubstance now slip one's mind and slither, easily up and down against his back, lubricated by a sensual mixture of pre-cum and sweat. The head of my organ pushed and thrust against the resisting fissure of his anus, dripping pre-cum over the back of his testicle as I withdrew. But as I felt him squirm under me, he groaned softly, as if to tell 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 back of his legs and body, my cock pressed firmly hard and forward, hitting just the decently spot as he breathed-in and his hole relaxed, just for a moment, long enough for my cock-head to slip effortlessly beyond the first barrier.

He gasped beneath me, and I felt his anus contract around my putz. But he didn't whirl more underground than that. We just lay there a moment, until I began pushing a little foster. As he gently moaned into grass, I buried my face in the nape of his cervix and began kissing him. He squirmed some more and I thrust forward and felt the moment barrier return way to my organ, as he gasped again and then relaxed. I had finally penetrated his inner sanctum, that near valued and private part of a man's eubstance, and I was losing myself as I now began thrusting in earnest, not quite withdrawing all the way before thrusting ever deeper into his burning insides.

But I couldn't keep it going ; I was too gamy and now I couldn't control it any longer. I felt those tell-tale signal, as the ache began deep inside my groin, sending out that familiar wave of tingling warmth that seemed to envelop the whole of my trunk. I made one final thrust forward into the depths of his insides, as my orgasm exploded from within me and the jism surged from my orchis, through my pulsing tool and spewed long and hard into him.

"Good Shepherd !"I swore, as pulsing after impulse guesswork deep into his viscera and abandon my repressed sexual desire in endless squirts of man-seed, draining the cum from my balls. I felt his butt clench two or three prison term, as if to draw every last drop from my fascinate dick, before I finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, spent.

But little 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 here and now, I hadn't the metier to resist and he knew it. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my tummy and was thrusting his strong and slippery cock-head between my arse-cheeks and against my reluctant hole. Only he didn't wait for me to make relaxed ; with the raring urgency of youth, 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 fault"after all. Thankfully, my ecphonesis of infliction made him retain still for a few present moment, while I gathered myself and then consciously gave-in to him. Then he began gathering impulse, pushing and thrusting, urgently bringing himself to what he had decided was his just reward for my having taken vantage of him.

To be honest, he wasn't hitting the right field spot as far as I was concerned, and there was never a chance that I was going to reach another orgasm under his inconsiderate throb of my backside. But it satisfied me, even thrilled me to know that I was the agency he was using to bring himself off again. I was relieved when I finally felt him shuddering and grunting, as his second orgasm of the good afternoon began coursing through his torso. In that mo, I imagined again all that E. B. White, salty cum I had tasted earlier on my tongue, only this prison term, it was via a different route that it surged through that Sami tool and into my own body again.

On reflection, we had been fortunate not to be disturbed, lying together in extraordinary desolation in the summertime grass on a deserted riverbank all this fourth dimension. There we were, both of us face down, legs facing the river, him on top of me, his organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the dread sound of the"putter, putting iron, putter"of an outboard motor. A boat was coming along the river. There was nothing we could do but lie as still as possible and just hope whoever was on the boat wasn't looking in this direction as it went by. If they were, God knows what form of view they got ! By the metre the gravy 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 pickle and into the sunshine, where we eventually collected our clothes, returning silently and shamelessly home in my blade new BMW.

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