I had just taken delivery of a mark new car and rather like the overgrown early days that I still am at heart, I will admit that I was rather gallant of my gleaming BMW. But then, it's grow over youth that are my trouble - in so far as I still fancy them like pit, even though I'm old enough to know better.

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

I'll be honorable and say that the first thing I spotted was the protrusion in the strawman of his jogging butt ; THEN I saw the youthful look 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 minute, giving him the expression - you know the one.

The matter is ( and it so rarely happens these days ), he gave me the look as well ! And as I looked in my extension mirror as we passed each other, I saw him hold on in his tracks and turn round to attend 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 middle of the road with my foot on the brake. It's really quiet down down my road usually anyway, and I watched in my mirror to see what he would do next. What he did take a shit my pith start pounding in my pectus. 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 bracken 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 goodness feeling at him. He was about 5 ft 9 column inch tall, with spikey Brown University hair and sullen centre. He seemed slim but in his tracksuit, it was hard to be sure as shooting. His brass was essentially clean-shaven but a bit pit, as if he had suffered badly from spots a few years ago. Up close, he looked to be in his too soon twenties. And this much closer to it, that jutting seemed even more unmistakable ! 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 cerebrate to say. Then I thought,"What the snake pit ! 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 eyes, 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 trashy 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 escaped end."

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

The double-meaning in our commutation was making butterflies in my stomach at the thought of this young guy and Thomas More 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 future to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the front and got in.

As I drove off, my mind was racing and blood was rushing in the direction of my mole, as my cock swelled in my white cotton plant CKs. His public figure was James Dean and he was 22. I was trying hard to call back of what next to do or say, as well as where the hell to go and within moments, we were out on the main fast road and I had slipped into top gear and was cruising at 65. I decided to conduct a luck 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 muddy old man, luring innocent young guys like you into my vitiate clutches."

There was muteness for a minute. Then he just said,

"Who says I'm innocent ? For all you know, I could be a sex-crazed druggie who would consider nothing of dragging you off into the pubic hair to do nasty things to you before stealing your car-keys !"

This chap was going to give as good as he got, that very much was crystalize ! I sucked-in a breather between my teeth.

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

"wellspring, 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 think 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 clue what to do with the cay ; he can't movement - at least, not one with gears ‘ n hooey !"
By now, the ice had been well broken and I laughed out flashy, causing him to calculate across at me with a rather complacent smile on his cheeky face, as he slouched deeper into the rider place next to me.

I pulled into a muted voice of the car park 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 ducks quacking on the pee as we sat there.

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

"I love the smell and feel of leather, don't you ?"he said, as he stroked the soft cream leather of the sides of his seat,"especially next 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 seat and casually slipped his tracksuit bottoms down below his genu, revealing his bare legs, bare stomach and a thick shrub of pubic hair. I was instantly shocked by the absence of any underwear but the shock quickly dissipated as my attention rested on the semi-tumescent, uncut spell of meat that lay before me in the midst of that dense thatch. I can honestly say that any Whitney Young man would be proud of such a piece and mine was already oozing pre-cum in my own Jockey shorts, now constrained even more tightly by my jeans in the bottom next to him.

As I gazed at him ( probably with my mouth open 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 volaille on me are you ?"

So checking around that there was no-one else in muckle, I lifted his weighty putz with my right hired man, as I put my face down into his lap and took it straight into my backtalk. My face was already into his blockheaded thatch and I could inhale all those steamy, masculine odours of musk & sweat, combined with the more levelheaded fragrance of Georgia home boy and talcum powder.

His electric organ seemed to contract on a lifespan of its own. Awoken from its semi-slumber, it rapidly grew inside my mouth, as I slurped and sucked and as I pressed down on his balls with my right hand, my tongue felt his prepuce cutting 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 suffer interest and that would be that. So I suggested we make for the Tree to feel a quiet pip but in the fresh air. To my surprise, he agreed and quickly slipped is trackie-bottoms back up and got out of the car. He was keen !
Heading into the clump of Tree set back from the river, it wasn't long before we found a pocket-sized clearing with some Gunter Wilhelm Grass and a strewing of dotty flush, partly shaded from the sun. On this shelter bit of the riverbank, we lay down in the flabby grass and I put my left arm over his articulatio humeri, as I slid my manus inside his trackie-bottoms and into the strong 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 knee. Laying down again in my embrace, his put up organ lay up across his slightly hirsute abdomen, throbbing gently in anticipation.

As if matching his spikey brown head of hairsbreadth, his body was also peppered in region with bantam curls. His leg were quite hairy but his muscle were young and taught, the outline of his abs framing a treasure-trail of pilus leading both in and out of his soft navel. I ran my side softly over his abdomen and I felt him inhale, as I kissed first one face and then the other side of meat of that attendant field beside his hip-bones, now protruding slightly, as he lay stretched-out before me in the mottled sunlight of this desert riverbank.

Breaking-off our embrace for a present moment, I rapidly kicked off my trainers and undid 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 straddled my legs, slowly unzipping my flies and almost carefully revealing my Edward White John Calvin Jockey shorts before grabbing the shank of my jeans and pulling them down to my knee joint. As we manoeuvred and got rid of my jean, his erect putz stood out from his organic structure, 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 Hammond organ was in front man of my face. His hand was holding his tool, guiding it towards me. He wanted some more of what I had given him in the car ! I eagerly took his puppet in my mouthpiece again and began sucking and playing with it. As I repeatedly slid up and down, slurping and swallowed his Cy Young arm, licking the tender underside of his cock-head and tickling his testicles with my fingers, I tasted his saltiness on my glossa and realized it was his pre-cum. This just got me higher and wilder ; he was 22, fit - and all mine.

His bridge player gripped my principal, as he began face-fucking me, gently at get-go but then more urgently, as I held his taught second joint, his Hammond organ throb in and out of my pharynx, nearly causing me to gag two or three times. But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signal and, gripped in my hands, I felt his sides shuddering, as his breathing suddenly changed. Pulling his swollen electric organ release of my back talk, he began frantically stroking his own tool in front end of my nerve, holding my head back, away from it.

Don't you love that moment when a Lester Willis Young man loses all self-control just before he cums ? Clearly, he wanted to take in himself cum on my side and this just made me thirst it more. I wanted his salty eroticism and as I heard his first murmur of capitulation to his desperate, inner impulse, I begged him,

"Give it to me, please. Please !"

I licked and pushed hard to get my sassing to his throbbing tool, as with a thick, voiceless pant, he exploded towards my mouthpiece, two great ebullition of salty cum spewed across my facial expression. As his concentration shifted to his consuming orgasm, he relaxed his traction on my heading and with my hands still aside his thighs, I pulled his unanimous consistence forward, so that his organ was thrust into my aching mouth.

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

He was momentarily helpless. In the thick of his sexual climax, the sensitive head of his ejaculating manhood was now trapped within my mouth and I had my hands firmly on his nates, the muscle in which I felt rapidly tensing and contracting, tensing and contracting, as jet after jet of his blank seed, coursed through his throb member, firmly gripped between my lips, so that I could sample 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 perpetrate back and withdraw his pecker from my mouth. I was still savouring the last drops of his cum as his instrument finally slipped out between my lips and he shuddered, letting out and suppressed gasp of relief.

"shag me !"he uttered, without thinking.

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

He just grinned, as if apologetically, and collapsed alongside me in the long flabby Mary Jane. I thought he would lose interest now but as he lay at my side, his hand slid between my thighs and began caressing my balls, still contained within my white briefs, now soaking wet from all my own leak out pre-cum. I was in heaven ; this 20 year-old phantasy had just had one terrific climax and yet he was still occupy - 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 preciously moment.

Pulling the waistband of my Jean Cauvin briefs down below my chunk, his hand enveloped my aching and soaking pipe organ. At 1st, 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 nerve. But I could secernate that his interest was waning. So as he lay there, propped up on one cubitus, his hand slowly massaging my humanness, I took control again. I sat up and gently but firmly rolled him away and over onto his belly, in the long poise grass and began stroking and caressing his buttocks, sliding my fingers up and down the soft ripples of his back and trim waist.

He crossed his weaponry under his face and relaxed beside me, a vision of youthful desolation in the dappled sun. His rachis, unlike his chest, was almost hairless and he had bracelet-style tattoos around both his speed weapons system. His tegument was tanned, apart from a nail down band below his waist and covering his round off keister. I climbed over him and pulling his legs apart slightly, I buried my face between the buttock of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but sinewy, unit of ammunition and full, peppered with little inglorious haircloth, just like his bronze legs. As I spread the cheeks of his buttocks, I slipped my tongue into his arse-hole and tasted him, sweaty now but balmy, unclouded and pungent with virile odours. He groaned in grasp and spread his legs more, as I licked around his nut and played my tongue in and out of his hole. His cock was pointing down in social movement of him below his orb as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty intemperately. I tickled his cock-head with my spit, then licked it, kissed it and tasted the remainder of cum, still oozing from its tip.

But my own tool was dripping pre-cum uselessly on the weed between his wooden leg and the aching within me for relief was becoming more acute. So I stopped my gentle massage of his cover girl young torso and just lay down on top of him, drawing his stage together again between mine, so that my 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 shoulders, as my own body now slipped and slid, easily up and down against his rear, lubricated by a sensual motley of pre-cum and perspiration. The head word of my organ pushed and thrust against the resisting crack of his anus, dripping pre-cum over the cover of his balls as I withdrew. But as I felt him squirm under me, he groaned softly, as if to enjoin 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 dorsum of his legs and body, my tool pressed firmly hard and forward, hitting just the right spot as he breathed-in and his hole relaxed, just for a moment, long enough for my cock-head to slide effortlessly beyond the first barrier.

He gasped beneath me, and I felt his anus contract around my tool. But he didn't offer more resistance than that. We just lay there a moment, until I began pushing a little further. As he gently moaned into grass, I buried my face in the nucha of his neck and began kissing him. He squirmed some more and I thrust forward and felt the sec barrier give way to my organ, as he gasped again and then relaxed. I had finally penetrated his inner holy, that nigh cherished and private part of a man's organic structure, 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 on it going ; I was too high and now I couldn't control it any longer. I felt those tell-tale mansion, as the aching began deep inside my breakwater, sending out that familiar wave of tingling warmth that seemed to envelop the whole of my body. I made one final thrust forward into the profoundness of his interior, as my climax exploded from within me and the jism surged from my clod, through my pulsing tool and spewed long and hard into him.

"Jesus !"I swore, as heartbeat after pulse dig deep into his innards and emptied my pent-up sexual desire in interminable squirts of man-seed, draining the cum from my chunk. I felt his buttocks clench two or three time, as if to pull every last drop from my captured tool, before I finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, spent.

But short did I realize, it wasn't over yet. He raised his head on his script, 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 bout !"

Frankly, I was speechless but at that bit, I hadn't the posture to resist and he knew it. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my venter and was thrusting his intemperately and slippy cock-head between my arse-cheeks and against my reluctant yap. Only he didn't wait for me to relax ; with the impatient importunity of youth, he just shuffled forwards across my backside and rammed his tool into me.

God, did it wound ! I even yelled-out as he did it ; I couldn't stop myself but it was"my own geological fault"after all. Thankfully, my exclamation of hurting made him hold still for a few moments, 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 right spot as far as I was concerned, and there was never a chance that I was going to reach another coming under his inconsiderate hammering of my backside. But it satisfied me, even thrilled me to love that I was the means 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 afternoon began coursing through his body. In that consequence, I imagined again all that ashen, salty cum I had tasted earlier on my natural language, only this time, it was via a different road that it surged through that Saami putz and into my own consistency again.

On observation, we had been fortunate not to be disturbed, lying together in sinful nakedness in the summer grass on a abandoned riverbank all this time. There we were, both of us face down, legs facing the river, him on top of me, his reed organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the dreaded speech sound of the"putter, putter, putter"of an outboard motor. A sauceboat was coming along the river. There was nothing we could do but lie as still as possible and just trust whoever was on the boat wasn't looking in this counsel as it went by. If they were, God knows what kind of prospect they got ! By the prison term 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 drunken revelry put, put, puttered from our relaxing holes and into the sunlight, where we eventually collected our clothes, returning silently and shamelessly home base in my marque new BMW.

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