Yes, guys... I finally came out of retirement and have started to write again... (If you haven't read any of my previous efforts, look me up under the "Prolific Authors" and check them out). These stories contain graphic descriptions of sex between adult males. If you are offended by such stories, or it's illegal in your home territory, please 'return' your way out of here... If it's okay and you are continuing to read, I hope you enjoy my story(ies). Note also, that although I generally go 'bareback' in my stories, I would never do that in real life. I like living, and that is a great way to shorten one's life cycle!! So remember that the rule is always "be safe".
Car Magic
When you are walking past a parked car with a guy sitting in it, do you look in (and down) to check him out? Well...I do most of the time. Of course you always hope for him to be wearing some tight jeans or shorts or something made out of a material that will give you some good eye candy. Most often, though, it's a loss....but once in a while...mmmmm, yes... there is a nice payoff.
Well, that's sort of what happened last Thursday morning. I was coming out of a local department store and there was now a car next to mine in the parking lot -- and on the driver's side. The space had been empty when I parked and went inside. I couldn't see who or what was inside through the windshield -- it was tinted and the sun was glaring off it. However, when I got alongside and was about to open my car door, I looked in through the passenger side window and was greeted with a very engaging sight.
There was a younger fellow, maybe in his mid-30's, apparently sitting there waiting for someone to come out of the store. The guy had on a pair of skin tight jeans and you could see his soft rod lying over to the left -- a really nice bit of flesh -- and you could easily make out the head pointing across the top of his thigh. It was difficult to take my eyes away and get into my car, but I managed to open my car door and then turn and slip inside without taking my eyes away from that inviting bulge until it disappeared below the bottom edge of his window as I sat down.
Sitting behind my steering wheel, I glanced back over to my left and saw him looking right at me, his clear blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. I just couldn't resist a second chance to check him out (down lower), so I got back out of my car, as though I had forgotten something, and walked back into the store. Of course as I did that, I looked inside his car again and got another good look at that delicious looking piece of meat trapped under the blue denim.
I just made a quick circle inside the store, quickly peeked at the cute young guy straightening the sweaters, and then headed for the doors. When I came back out, I was all too happy to see that his car was still parked there and I'd have yet another chance to feast my eyes on that very tantalizing package. This time, as I got alongside and looked in, there was a definite difference in what I was seeing! What had previously appeared to be quite soft and pliant was now much more like a hardened rod, straining against the cloth of his jeans. Even as I looked, he lowered his right hand from the steering wheel and with his thumb and forefinger traced the sides of its now very distinct outline, ending up by rubbing the head with his finger. I almost stumbled and fell, as my knees nearly buckled at the sight!!
Just as I was about to pull my eyes away and get into my car, the driver leaned forward and turned his head to look directly up at me through his car window. I was so absolutely busted!! ...but he didn't just keep looking at me -- he flattened his right hand and began to rub it back and forth over the stiff rod in his lap. Then he winked and smiled.
"Hi," he said. "See something you like?"
Good lord! How many times have I heard that question -- but usually it has been said in a clearly offensive or threatening tone. This time, though, there was none of that, and I managed to get out an answer, "Oh... unnh.. well... yes, I do... yes, I do." I couldn't believe I said that!! ...but ... what the hell!! Since it was that obvious what I was doing, and he didn't seem to be at all bothered by it (...on second thought, he damned sure was 'bothered' by it!! and in the best way, too!!!)... why shouldn't I have answered honestly? It's not that often that you get a chance to do that.
Leaning over to his car, I put my hands on the top of the passenger door so that I could look directly in at him. "Hi, I'm Peter," I said, "nice view you've got there."
"I'm Hank," he replied. "Glad you like it. Would you like to see more of it?"
"Does the brown bear shit in the woods!?! Is the Pope polish?!? ... You're damned right I want to see more of it!!!" I thought to myself. "And just how might that come about?" I asked.
"Well, I've got a bit of free time right now, and there's a park right down the road that I know of, where no one ever seems to go into the men's room... you want to go there?"
"Want to go there??? Just try and stop me!!!" my mind screamed to me!!! "Oh.. okay.. I think I know the one you're talking about. The one right off Tavern Bridge Road?"
"Yep! that's the one," he nodded. "You want to follow me?"
"No need to, I know where it is... besides... aren't you waiting for someone?" I continued.
"No, I was going in to check out a couple of their sales when you first came out and I saw you looking in at me. I know that look... I do it too. Maybe you didn't realize it, but I could see your reflection clearly in your car window... that's how I knew you were looking -- for so long. Then when you did that 'oh I forgot something' routine to get back out and get another look, I knew you were what I was looking for!! So let's get to the park!"
"You got it, Hank," I said as I turned and got into my car.
He was already backing out and as soon as he was clear, I followed. Although I didn't need to follow him, I was right behind him all the way to the park entrance -- about a quarter mile from the store. I didn't park right next to him, but pulled in a few slots down on the other side of the parking area, and waited for him to get out and go into the "Men's" side of the restroom building.
Looking around, there was no one else nearby. There were a couple of older guys playing tennis on the courts about 50 yards over, and a few young guys at a basketball court beyond that. I got out of my car and went in. Hank was standing there waiting for me.
"We can go into that back stall. The walls between them go all the way down to the floor here and the door closes where you can't really see into it. It's really very 'safe'." He started telling me as he turned and walked down past the urinals and the other two stall doors. When he reached the back one, I was only about five feet behind him.
He stopped outside the door and turned to me. Then he reached forward and cupped my cock and balls through the thin material of my black shorts.
Maybe I should stop for a minute and tell you about myself. As I told him, my name is Peter....and I'm 53 years old and married. I'm no gym rat, but I stay in fairly good physical condition, even though my weight is above what I would like it to be. I'm 5'10" tall and weigh in at about 195. I have brown eyes and brown hair which is now getting a little of the old "salt and pepper" showing at the temples and across the top. My shorts -- actually they are some swim trunks that I have cut the open weave jock out of -- show off my legs which are very masculine with a good covering of hair where they come out of the shorts. I guess some guys find me attractive (I seem to be able to find 'partners' without a really great deal of difficulty) and I assume that Hank must be one of them.
Anyway... when he put his hand on me, I immediately started to rise to the occasion. I could clearly see the outline of his own member through the denim of his jeans -- as I did in the store parking lot. I reached out with my right hand and lightly stroked it across from just under his fly to where it still lay across the top of his thigh. MMmmmmm... it was a nice, firm one! and it throbbed and jerked as I touched it. I slid my hand back and forth over its tubular shape. Then stopped and rubbed the head for a few seconds.
"Let's get in there," I suggested.
"Yes. Let's do it, babe," he responded.
We turned and went into the stall and I turned back to close and lock the door. By the time I turned back around, he had his belt open and his jeans unbuttoned. I could see his hard cock still caught in its denim trap at the head, but nicely outlined now in the dark red cotton of his boxer briefs. I reached out again and stroked it now through that soft cotton fabric. My hand curled to feel as much of that hard rod as I could. When my fingers got to the end, they felt the cool wetness of a spot of his nectar that had soaked through from the tip. I bent forward, pulling his jeans away and put my mouth over the head of his hot manhood and tasted the sweet juice from the now much larger spot than before.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he moaned above me. "That's nice..."
I straightened up and loosened the tie on my shorts and pulled them down over my hips. My own cock was straining against my almost matching boxer briefs. "Hmmm, today must be red shorts day... guess it's an omen that something `hot' is going to happen today - like right now!!"
Then reaching over, I pushed the top of his jeans down onto his thighs so that he now had on only his shorts over the treasure chest between the tops of his legs. Reaching around with my hands, I grabbed him by both asscheeks and pulled him against me. I could feel his hot cock rubbing against me and my own trapped between us. He ground into me. "MMmmmmmmmm," he repeated. "That's nice....too."
"Very nice," I agreed. Looking up at his face, I suddenly couldn't focus as his lips came forward and meshed themselves with mine. His hands came up behind my head and pulled my face and lips against his much as I was pulling on his ass to get our loins even tighter together.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." ...but this time it was me making the sounds. "MMmmmmmmmmm," I sounded again, since my mouth was pressed tightly closed against his, I couldn't do much else to let him know that I liked what was happening. I nudged him slightly and he slowly backed up, holding me tightly in his iron grip on the back of my head, until his back was against the wall. I could feel the cold of the tile against the back of my hands that were still holding his delightfully firm buns.
As our lips ground together, I finally felt the tip of his tongue begin to probe between his teeth and lips, trying to gain entry to my mouth. I opened slightly to let him in. His tongue pushed its way over mine, then grappled and wrapped itself around it. I was starting to sweat as my body heat soared and the area under and behind my balls began to burn with passion and desire.
Finally, he released his hold and I moved my head back and almost gasped for air. I squatted down in front of him and, hooking my fingers in the top of the elastic band, I pulled his shorts out and down over the object that I wanted so badly. When I could see it swing out and up, all I could think was "Oh, damn!! that looks so fine and tasty!!!"
I started to nuzzle and then lick his nice low hanging ballsack. I could smell the freshness of his morning shower, but also the beginning of male musk and pheremones emanating from his crotch. As I licked, I pulled first the left and then his right ball into my mouth and savored their individual sweetness and wonderful softness. Again I heard the "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" from above my head. This time followed by a deep, guttural grunt from the hollow of his abdomen and chest.
Slowly I let the right ball drop from my mouth and began to lick the underside of the base of his cock. It jerked each time my tongue stroked it. I could smell the unique odor of his pre-cum as it began to drizzle out of the lips and down the side of his rock hard tool. Soon enough, I first began to taste it too, as my tongue worked its way up, wrapping around to lave the sides as well as the tubed bottom of his erect manhood. I hesitated at the top as my tongue found the super sensitive spot where the loose skin is attached just under the edge of the head. I rasped it with my tongue, then gently nibbled there with just the tips of my teeth. I could feel him squirm and push his cock against my face.
Enough! I thought... and I raised my head enough to encircle the top of his glans with my lips. I kissed at his piss slit and tongued it, trying to get more of his sweet nectar. He rewarded my efforts, with a throb and jet of new liquid pleasure. I was really enjoying what he tasted like and the feel of his rubbery head against my lips. Slowly I opened my mouth and began to slide it down, enveloping his tool with my hot, wet oral cavern.
I hadn't really noticed before, but there had to be a good 7- 8 inches of raging hard wood in front of my nose. I only had a quick look before and just noticed that it was a beautiful, cut cock with a nice greyish-pink mushroom head. One just made for sucking!!! or maybe more!?!?! it had a nice girth too. Not too wide, but not really thin either. These thoughts were just racing around in my head as I lavished my attention on getting that thing hard and throbbing enough that it seemed as though it might explode at any minute!
"Oh, god!!! Oh, shit!!! Suck that cock, babe!!!!" he grunted between his clenched teeth. "I just knew when I saw you looking that you were going to be so damned good!!! You older guys really know how to suck cock and make a guy go wild!!! ..sorry, I shouldn't call you that. but jeeze!!! MAN THAT IS INCREDIBLE!!!"
I just went "mmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmm" . what else can you say when you have your mouth full of a giant cock and your nose buried in a bush of pubes?
I looked up and his face was turned to the side, his eyes now tightly shut and his lips only a thin line across his mouth. You could see his facial muscles contracted -- much as most other muscles in his whole body. He was definitely enjoying what I was doing to him!! ...but, then again, so was I !!!! I love the feel of a hard cock deep in my mouth. The contrasting softness of its skin and the rubbery resistance of its head -- all the while dripping its sweet pre-juices onto my tongue. All this enhanced by the increasingly manly odors of musk and sweat that waft to my nose from below and, if I'm really lucky, from having it buried in a soft-to-bristly patch of curlies.
"Oh, god!!! Oh, god!!! I want to fuck you now!!! Can I fuck you now???!??!" he stammered in a staccato of heavy and irregular breathing. "Please!! I need your ass!!! Can I have it????"
Without a word I stood up and dropped my shorts (yes, I had not even thought about taking my own shorts down while I was worshipping that rigid idol between his legs). I turned and moved to lean over with my hands against the other wall. I heard him rummaging in his pocket, and turned to see him pulling out a small packet of something. At first I thought it was a condom, but then when he ripped it open, it became obvious that it was some kind of lubricating cream.
He quickly began to rub some of it into the crack of my ass and over my throbbing pucker, then applied a generous coating to the head of his cock, which now was a very fiery red. He didn't waste any time coming up behind me and slipping it between my legs. I could feel him searching for his target... the tip of his cock passing over my sphincter several times before he seemed to know just where it was and pushed.
I must have been incredibly ready, because that beautiful rod just slid in with almost no resistance. There wasn't even the usual brief pain when I'm penetrated. It just went right on in and suddenly I felt so wonderfully full of his hot, throbbing love shaft. "Oh, yessssssss!" I whispered, feeling my whole body begin to quiver in excitement and ecstacy. "Oh, that feels so good!!"
Slowly he began to withdraw is magic wand.stopping just as the head was at the ring of my sphincter. Then.slowly he began to push back into my hungry fuck chute. My brain was going numb and my entire being was focused on the pleasure of his long tool sliding deep into my body and being. It was beyond anything I could remember. There was something about the way he was fucking me that just made me lose all sense of reality and time. My skin was on fire! My concentration was totally on the pleasure of his passionate pole deep inside me. I lowered my hand and upper body to push my volcanic hole further onto his wonderful fuck stick!! I've been fucked many, many times before - but never quite like this!!! I mean . there was nothing particularly unusual about his cock, or even him. but there was something he was doing that was making me go completely ape shit!!! Again he plowed into me, and my whole body began to spasm. I gripped his pounding lance with my inner muscles and tightened my sphincter to try and hold him inside me. I could feel the increased friction as he slowly pulled himself back out to the edge. Again and again we repeated the movements.
Suddenly I became aware that his slow, deep fucks were now becoming faster and more intense. My own responses were also increasing in tempo, .
"Oh, fuck! Oh, god! Oh, yesssss! Oh, yessssss!" he began to pant through his clenched teeth. "Oh, fuck, baby.. I'm going to cum!! I'm going to fill your ass with a quart of my hot juice, baby! Oh, yessss! I'm gonna flood your fucking hot hole with enough ball juice to make you leak for a week!!!"
"Oh, fuck, yessss! You gorgeous stud. Let me have that load!! Go ahead.. shoot that hot spunk up my ass and fill my guts with your juice!! Oh, yeah. babe.. Lemme have all you can give!! I want you to plow me and load that baby seed into my hot furrow!! I wanna feel you shoot that cannon load all over my insides!!! C'mon, babe.. Shoot that spunk up my ass!!!
"Oh, shit!!! Oh, fuck!! Oh, baby!! It's cummin'. It's cummin'!! Here it cummmmzzzzz! Oooooohhhh! OOOOOOooooooohhhhhhh! NNNNNggggggggggg! It's shootin', babe. Can you feel me shootin'? Oh, holy shit!! OOOOoooohhhhhhhhh!!! OOOOOoooohhhhhhh!!! OOOhhh! Ooohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
With that he grabbed me at the waist and pulled my ass onto his twitching, jerking, throbbing cock and I could feel his hot lava exploding into me!! I leaned my head back against his shoulder and he grabbed my earlobe into his mouth and began to suck on it like he was pulling cum from there to feed his erupting love snake!! "Nnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg!" and other animal like sounds were all I heard - from us both!!!
Slowly his passion began to subside. He released my ear and nuzzled into the crook of my neck and shoulder. "Oh, shit babe.. that was soooo good!! That is one of the finest asses I've ever fucked!!! I want more of that!!"
"If you can repeat that performance," I whispered back to him, "you can have this ass any damned time you want it!!! That was the finest ass fucking I have ever had!!!"
By now, I was almost flat up against the wall and he was leaning on my shoulders and back. He started to pull himself out of me.. "no, don't pull it out.. let it stay in there a minute more" I pleaded.
"Mmm" he replied as he leaned back onto me. I could still feel his now shrunken cock being tightly held by my sphincter. It didn't feel like it did before, of course, but it did still feel good. I wiggled my butt back against him and he responded with a few forward thrusts to help prolong the pleasures we had just shared.
Finally he pulled away and felt as the head of his now totally softened member as it popped out of me. I felt empty, but I still felt well fucked!! "Sorry, Peter. but I really have to get out of here and get to work. Wish we could stay long enough for another round, but ."
Turning around, I reached down and took his limp cock in my hand, lifting it and lightly stroking it. "I know. but I want some more of that magical skin flute you were playing with there.. I really do want some more of it . when you can." I said in complete seriousness. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a slip of paper that had my name and cell phone number on it. "Honest. give me a call when you want a re-match. I'll be here waiting."
"You can bet I'm going to call you," he said as he took the piece of paper. "A piece of ass like that doesn't come along every day, and I plan to make good use of it while it's around!!"
"Thanks, Hank. You have a nice day.and I'll be waiting to hear from you," I said as we walked out the door and headed for our cars. "You take good care of that baby. I want it in good working order the next time we meet."
I hope you enjoyed the story. It's been a while since I sat down long enough to `create' one. and I'd like to hear from you whether or not you did like it. I always answer those emails (unless you are flaming me). Just send them to CNJShore9@aol.com. ..and "Ciao, babe".