This is a fantasy story I wrote that is only partially based on a true event in my life. The location and the act are the same, but the characters and situation have been greatly fictionalized. I hope you enjoy it in any case.
We had been traveling for some miles in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, just a lack of anything terribly pressing to say. I suppose that is one of the advantages of having a male traveling companion -- generally speaking, silences such as this one were completely acceptable! We were on an incredibly smooth and beautiful highway, heading North into Ontario and had been on the road for about 8 hours, only the last 45 minute stretch being inside the Canadian border. We were on a whirlwind trip, heading up simply to make a pick up for my company and then we would be returning. James didn't work with me, but had been a good friend since high school and was perfectly happy making the run with me, switching off driving and just enjoying a road trip. We had left early that morning and spent most of the time in the US chatting about everything under the sun. We didn't see each other very much any more which was a true shame because we had been such good friends. Actually, I suppose we still were - guys seem to be able to maintain those kinds of bonds without too much effort. In fact, when I had picked him up at his apartment just before dawn, it felt like it always had, as if no time at all had passed between us. Of course it helped tremendously that we enjoyed many of the same things -- sports, camping and women. Both of us were currently single and not even dating anyone but it didn't stop us from talking about girls for a good portion of the trip! James was just out of a relationship, one that ended badly. He caught her messing around with someone else and it had really messed him up. He spoke about it in a moderately casual tone, but it was pretty obvious that it still hurt. I think that is probably a factor in his decision to join me for the road trip. I'll bet it seemed like a great opportunity for him to clear his mind, get away for a little bit, catch up with an old friend, and perhaps even get some of it off his chest.
As we drove on in the early afternoon, I shot a sideways glance at James, wondering now if maybe some of the comfortable silence might actually in fact be him buried in his thoughts of his ex. Or worse, depressed about it now that we had talked at some length about her affair and their subsequent breakup.
"Hey -- you alright?" I tried to make the question as casual as I could, yet show concern and willingness to talk if he wanted to.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Sometimes it's tough to stop thinking about it once I start, but I'm fine. It still just pisses me off, that's all."
"Well, no kidding!" I said lightly. I can't imagine investing that much time and emotion into someone and not have it tear you up when things went wrong!!"
James smiled his agreement but it was a bit of a thin smile and not quite convincing. He looked away for a moment, staring out the window but not really seeing anything, still lost in his thoughts. There wasn't much to see, I suppose. We weren't alone on the highway, but there was a wide median filled with trees that could almost make you forget there was pavement headed the opposite direction. There also weren't a whole lot of other vehicles on the road headed North with us. Occasionally a trucker might pass noisily by, but for the most part the cars remained evenly spaced with significant distance between us.
James surprised me by resting a hand on my leg. "Thanks for listening to me bitch," he said. His eyes were dry and his voice clear, but I could hear deep emotion behind it all the same. I think that was the first he had ever touched me like that, too, reinforcing the sincerity I heard in his voice.
I smiled, just a bit off guard from his sudden intensity. "Hey, what are friends for?! If you can't bitch and moan in complete misery when your girl treats you like shit and runs out on you, then what good am I!?"
He chuckled a little and seemed relieved at my reaction, but didn't move his hand. To be honest, I was relieved too. I have no problem with men having emotions, especially a dear friend like James! But being in the "thick" of it, and trying to know just what to say, well, that was a tough position to be in. I knew he was just looking for a friend to listen, someone who cared and wouldn't mind him sharing what he was feeling. Still, I felt obligated to say something profound that would really make a difference for him. So far, I don't think that had happened. I felt bad for him and wished I did have some magic words that would make him feel better!
James returned his gaze to the window, but kept his hand on my leg. I thought it very odd, but not altogether unpleasant. Maybe he just needed human contact - some physical form of acceptance or reassurance? I didn't know, but I didn't really care, either. Whatever his motivation was, it certainly didn't bother me. My car was a small import and it made reaching my leg a comfortable position, so... why not?! Again we drove for several miles in near silence, just the wind noise outside and the soft whirring of the air conditioner inside. Neither of us had a burning desire to find a radio station because the conversation was good and the peacefulness of the drive rather nice. About five minutes after first placing his hand on my leg, James began to move it. I was sure he was withdrawing it and I was a little sad. It was a comfortable feeling and I certainly didn't want him thinking that it was an unwelcome gesture! I glanced down, expecting to see him resting it back on his own thigh, and was surprised again to find that he wasn't withdrawing at all! Rather he was beginning a slow slide of his hand up my leg, pausing instantly when I glanced down.
"Oh, sorry" he muttered, and now he DID start to pull away, assuming I was reacting adversely to his movement. I couldn't help but grin. Here I was, afraid that he was pulling away and here he was, afraid that I wanted him to!!
"No," I laughed. "Your hand actually felt good there, I was afraid you were taking it back!"
He grinned back at me, probably the first real smile I had seen yet today. "You really don't mind?"
"Not at all! It was actually quite nice."
There was something about this that didn't seem real to me. I think even at the time I knew something was happening. Some sort of subconscious signal between us maybe. Or perhaps it was strictly due to the circumstances, I really don't know. Looking back on it now, I almost feel as if I knew what was to happen, but it hadn't registered as conscious thought yet. In any case, I felt no apprehension in the car that day. I didn't feel like we were doing anything wrong or taboo. It was a little awkward because I didn't know what he was thinking. But I really think that I was completely at ease with whatever course the afternoon took us. If it was to be just a simple touch between us, innocent and caring, then that was just fine with me. And if there was something more to it, then that was equally fine. In fact, I felt a bit of longing that it would become more. To the best of my knowledge, I hadn't ever thought of him that way before, nor ever had a desire to connect like that. But the minute he laid his hand on my leg, it was immediately ok with me. I find that very strange now, looking back at it. I don't understand how such a monumental shift in my thinking could take place in such an incredibly short span of time, but it sure seems to have! Even then, I don't think that I was thinking in terms of "gay" or "taboo" or anything else. I honestly believe that in that moment, all I felt was a deep caring for a good friend and a warm, gentle hand on my leg. Simple, direct, uncomplicated feelings that just seemed to exist for us in that warm afternoon on a distant highway. And THAT is why it seemed so amazingly disconnected from reality. Whatever the reasons were, and whatever was specifically going through my mind, the one thing that I positively latched onto was the great feeling of human touch. That calming, reassuring sense of human bonding, be it in love or friendship or anything in between. To this day, I do not consider myself gay and I'm even a little cautious about the label "bisexual." But at that moment, with James' hand on my thigh, I was very clear about one thing: there was a tingle there. A very basic hunger or need or just simple lust. There was a hint of a sexual connection, whether it was a conscious thought or not. So when he asked if I minded his hand on my leg, there was not a shred of indecision in my mind!
When James smiled and returned his hand, I felt a chill of pleasure and all of the sudden I was thinking about more, wanting more, wishing he had sexual intents! Within a few minutes, we had struck up a conversation again, his hand still resting on me. I began to wonder if I was reading far too much into this, and if anything more than simple friendship had motivated him at all. Once or twice, he slid his hand a little, either up or down my thigh. It still seemed too random and the conversation was too light to make anything of it, but I made a point of looking like I was enjoying it, encouraging him, hoping that he might get an idea in his head (if he wasn't already thinking it!). Once I even changed my footing on the gas pedal, allowing me to shift just a bit closer to him, giving him a bit more range of movement on my leg. For a while, his hand moved to my knee, discouragingly far from my crotch. On the other hand, it was definitely more of a overt touch now, which was was encouraging! He had turned it almost into a massage now, stroking firmly against the muscle, sort of a squeezing motion as he wandered from knee to thigh. I noticed over time that he was getting bolder, slipping higher towards my hip and lower onto the inside of my thigh. I began to respond more too, allowing my eyes to flutter just a little if his hand came especially near my crotch. Once or twice I let out almost inaudible moans of pleasure. I could see him watching me intently from the corner of my eye and the conversation began to lull again. Now I was sure. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to try something. And I was very ready for him to! I was sporting a fair hard on by now and I was extremely turned on. That sort of slow seduction worked like a charm on me and I was very eager for someone to help me relieve the sexual tension that had bloomed inside me. His hand slipped so far up between my legs that his little finger brushed across my balls before it slid back down the path to my knee again. My breath sort of caught and that fluttering of sexual excitement and nerves rippled through my abdomen again, striking a pleasurable tingle in my spine. Whether he had a magical touch or I was just completely turned on, I don't know. Maybe it was the taboo of the moment or maybe it was just everything all together. Whatever the case was, I was in heaven!! Each stroke of his hand was exquisite torture, leaving me craving more and yet not wanting the seduction and anticipation to stop! I suspect if he were a girlfriend, neither of us would have lasted so long. We would have folded under the intensity and fucked each others brains out. But with James, with this particular situation, with all the nervousness, the uncertainty, the newness of it, it was building up to glorious sexual tension!
We dropped all attempts at conversation, now that it was obvious where this was headed and that we were both into it. His hand, visibly shaking, spidered haltingly up onto the crotch of my jeans, sending waves of pleasure through my cock, now aching to be free of my clothing. He turned in his seat to face me, bringing his right hand over and replacing his left, leaning towards my lap and unbuckling to reach me. He traced the bulge in my jeans, probably unaware of how his fingernail scrapped against the denim, creating wonderful sensations that I can only describe as similar to a tiny vibration. I assumed my underwear was wet in a good sized circle from my precum and I fleetingly wondered if that would be a turn off to him. I was enjoying myself far too much to bother wondering exactly how far this would go. I was enthralled with it, completely lost in the moment, and now I began to have doubts. Did he just want to touch it? Stroke it? More? Should I be trying to reciprocate? As I was trying to decide what I should do, I felt him begin to tug at my zipper. I shifted a little, trying to help him work the fastening made awkward by my sitting position. After some nervous fumbling, we managed to open my jeans enough that he could slip his hand inside. I cant begin to describe the intensity of that first touch, his hand lying along my stiff cock, only a thin cotton barrier between us. The warmth, the perfect pressure, the excitement of something new and taboo. I wanted so much to be able to just lie back and enjoy this moment, to close my eyes and just let it happen! Instead I tugged and shoved and fought with my jeans to get them the rest of the way off my hips, allowing him as much access as I could manage while driving.
After rearranging myself, James again leaned in, this time his face was only a foot or so from my aching cock, still hidden from view by my underwear. His hand rubbed very cautiously, delightfully slowly, up and down my stiff member. I could feel the ridges and valleys formed by his fingers as he fanned his hand back and forth across my penis before he would switch direction and slide his palm up and down from tip to base, pressing firmly but comfortably against me. Finally I could stand it no longer and I grabbed the waistband with one hand and pulled it roughly up and then down, clearing the fabric away and giving him unrestricted access to what lie inside. Only able to view the back of his head now, I couldn't tell what his expression or reaction was, but his warm hand slipped inside the open tent of my shorts and took a hold of my swollen cock. He grasped it with a light touch, encircling it and raising it gently from my abdomen only a few inches, tenderly moving it in small motions as if he were inspecting it from every angle. I was positively out of my mind with the incredibly pleasurable sensations now coursing through me.
I groaned with pleasure and shifted in my seat, roughly pulling my underwear down over my hips, spreading my legs as best as I could with jeans and now underwear pulled down midway down my thighs. James continued his 'inspection', slowly shifting my cock into different angles, still holding me with a wonderfully teasing light grip. He would pause, stroke his hand up and down, watching the foreskin slide easily over the hard shaft, observing how it gathered over the top of his hand as his thumb and forefinger came to rest against the mushroom head. Holding that slight pressure, he then rotated his hand, as if he were turning a screwdriver, and the resulting sensations nearly made me steer the car into a ditch! Back and forth he turned his hand, then gradually slid his grip back down my cock, encircling it so lightly that it felt as though he were 'petting' it. I honestly wasn't sure how much more of this I could handle! I pressed on the brake pedal and made for the shoulder of the highway, anxious to be done driving for a while so I could simply concentrate on this amazing experience. If James even noticed the drop in speed or guessed my intention, he showed no sign of it. He merely continued to explore me, now resting my cock tenderly back against my stomach and slipping his open hand down to my balls. Ever so gently he cupped them in his hand, hefting them and closely examining them as I continued to pull the car off the road to safety.
The moment the car had come to a stop, I whipped it into park and shut off the engine, using both hands to lower my restrictive clothing below my knees, allowing me to spread my legs a little wider for him. James used his fingertips to grasp my scrotum, almost as if he were picking fruit from a tree, allowing the sensitive testicles to slip through his fingers as he pulled downward, giving me a gentle tug that was exquisitely pleasurable, furthering the mounting pressure in my loins and heightening my desire for immediate release! I was reduced to incomprehensible mutterings and groans of pleasure as he expertly continued to work my cock and balls, putting me into a state of complete ecstasy. At that point, I don't think a police officer standing at the window would be enough to detur me from cumming! The precum was already leaking copiously from my throbbing member and as he continued to pet and stroke me, James leaned in until I could feel his moist, hot breath on the tip of my wet cock. Finally, I felt the warm flat blade of his tongue touch the sticky fluid there, an exploratory taste, followed by another and then another. My hips were beginning to ache from the muscles being tensed for so long and I tried to shift a little to ease them before I began to cramp, which was now imminent. That's when James first took me into his mouth. It took me a moment to register what had happened. It was obvious that it was his mouth, but my first thought was it was just his tongue against my skin. As it dawned on me that he had taken the whole head past his lips, I completely stilled, cramp or not! I wanted to savor this moment, to truly experience it and lock away every vivid detail of it. His lips proved to be even softer and sexier than his amazing hands had been. He slid them wetly back and forth and up and down the head of my cock, silky and wet contact that was so smooth that the feeling was a bit dulled by it. If there had been even a little friction I probably would have felt it much more strongly but as it were, all I could feel was the warm wetness of his tongue and lips gliding smoothly over my skin.
I longed to be deeper in his mouth, to feel the warm grip of his whole mouth around me and my cock pushing against the back of his throat. I dared not move and I almost didn't breathe I was so caught up in the moment and concentrating so strictly on the sensations he was creating in me. As slowly and surely has he had with his hand, he began a sensuous descent down my dick, sliding the head along the roof of his mouth while his tongue danced circles around the shaft. He took all of me in and shortly I felt the tell-tale bend as my head contacted the back of his mouth. He immediately reversed direction, this time pushing the tip of his tongue insistently against the underside of my cock, pressing tightly against it as he lifted his head back off of my lap. Just as suddenly he reversed again, now bearing down on me with a great deal of suction in his mouth. His inexperience finally showed for the first time as that extra pressure pulled me against his teeth. I recoiled involuntarily and he knew something was wrong. He opened his mouth to release me, then closed again, but much more gently now. His hand slid between my legs and began to gently stroke and caress my inner thighs while his head bobbed slowly up and down my cock. His fingers would playfully push against my perineum, massaging there before tracing or cupping my balls.
Everything he did was magical and intense. He worked me so slowly that the sexual tension built and built but I never got too close to cumming. He seemed to not want it to end anymore than I did and I was grateful for that. For as much as I wanted to buck my hips and empty my cum into his mouth, it was absolutely the best blowjob I had ever had in my life and I had no intention of ending it too soon!! Just when I was beginning to think that there was nothing he could do that could be more pleasurable, he managed to do just that! Each time he slid his mouth back down over my eager cock, he made a ring of his thumb and forefinger, following his lips down my rod with that ring and twisting it back and forth as he did so, that same 'screwdriver' turning motion he had employed earlier. And each time my cock filled his mouth now he would hum a low moan, sending an incredible tingle through my groin. Fleetingly I wondered if he wanted or expected me to reciprocate. With this much pleasure that he was giving to me, I couldn't imagine denying him anything his heart desired! With some concern, I did wonder if I could perform even a tenth as well as he was though, and I tried to pay attention to everything he did, just in case I would be returning the favor in a little while! I watched with fascination and great pleasure as he sort of 'nibbled' on the head of my dick with just his lips, repeatedly pulling my cock out of his mouth and letting his lips drag tightly over the ridge where shaft meets head and then all the way over the head until I was free before taking me in and repeating the process. In only seconds I had completely abandoned my attempt to learn from him and once again I fell back against my now reclined seat, lost in the sheer pleasure of his fantastic blowjob.
I tentatively placed my right hand on his shoulder, wondering if this was something I should do or not. He didn't seem to object and I used the opportunity to thank him in a small way by massaging his neck and shoulder muscles as he continued to work my cock. Eventually I added my other hand, too, and began to run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp. It wasn't difficult to do because he was still moving so slowly on my penis. I think that is part of what I found so incredibly exciting about it -- for once it seemed like someone was sucking my dick because they actually WANTED to, like he was genuinely enjoying it and had every intention of doing it as long as I would let him. That was a powerfully sexual thought and it at once put me more at ease with him and also turned me on a good bit more! He seemed to like my hands on his head and shoulders because he would increase his pace slightly and his moans changed from something that gave pleasure to something that sounded more like he was receiving it.
A few times he shook his head back and forth with my dick fully inside him, generating amazing feelings but making it difficult to rub his head. One of those times he sort of smacked his head accidentally against my hand, with a result similar to if I had pushed against him, driving my dick further into his mouth. His hands froze and he let out a long "Ummmmmm" when it happened. I don't know if he meant to or not, but I didn't even care. That single incident pushed me over the edge and I had to cum. I used both hands on the back of his head to push him down onto my cock, jamming it hard against his throat. He gagged just a little but quickly recovered, using his hands against my legs to quickly push himself back up so I could do it again. I can't imagine that I lasted more than 30 seconds then, pistoning in and out of his mouth while he sucked me for all he was worth. As I felt the orgasm well up in me and knew I was going to shoot my load no matter what, I huskily told him I was cumming and as his mouth dropped back over my cock I began to twitch and then shoot, pumping his mouth full of hot cum, practically screaming as it shot across his tongue in into his throat.
The intensity of the orgasm shocked me but I was completely out of my mind and I didn't care what I did or said. I held his head down on my emptying cock and released what must have been the biggest load of my life. I heard him swallowing loudly as he tried to keep up with it and I promptly let go, allowing him to come up off of me if he started to choke. He didn't move though, keeping me fully and tightly wrapped in the hot velvet of his mouth and throat, milking me as I shot everything I had into him. As I immediately began to soften a little, he resumed a wonderfully slow and light sucking, truly draining me, cleaning me off, and letting me slowly unwind from the intensity of the orgasm. He was gentle again, and seemed to be very aware of how much more sensitive I was, pausing whenever I jumped a little, and put most of his focus on massaging my empty balls, merely holding my still (mostly!) hard dick in his wonderful mouth. After a bit, he lay his head down on my abdomen, my cock still nested nicely in his mouth, just resting there and sucking on me like I was a pacifier for him, his hand gently stroking my balls, my legs and anything else he could reach.
Someday I hope to relate part II of my little adventure, the part in which I learn how to suck my first cock! And if you ever find yourself in central Massachusetts and have a desire to replay what James did for me, by all means, look me up! :)