Here's a short tale from a rather exciting ride. Remember....play safe and stay healthy. Comments to Cgard43@hotmail.com
LIMO QUICKIE
I first saw him as I set down my bag and briefcase outside the airport terminal and reached for a cigarette while I waited for the limo. That when I saw the guy!
He stood about 20 feet away from me but even at that distance I could see he was a great looking guy. Now I realize that it could have been just because I was coming home from a week-long business trip or just because it was Friday night, but just catching sight of him got my hormones surging and I realized I was feeling horny as hell, and this dude looked darn good to me.
Our eyes met, just in a flash, and automatically, I glanced away, not wanting to get caught staring at him. Then I thought, "What the hell?" and looked back at him. He was looking at me too. I studied him up and down, taking in the great picture. He was dressed conservatively in a dark blue blazer and gray slacks. His tie was loosened and his collar button open. But that was just the window dressing. It was the dark, wavy hair, the bright blue eyes (even from that distance) and the great looking smile that held my attention.
Smile? Yes, he was smiling, and he appeared to be smiling at me. My natural shyness made me look away again, but I was drawn back and had to glance at him yet again. There was lots of traffic around us, but he was the only person I saw.
Damn, he was a sexy stud, I thought to myself. I took in the whole look again, then couldn't help but focus on his crotch. Okay, I confess it, I'm a crotch watcher, and this guy's crotch had some very interesting bulges. I felt, rather than saw, his glance on me again and looked up into that sexy gaze. Our eyes locked together and he smiled again. Then it was almost like I couldn't look away. His stare held me in its grip and I was helpless.
Minutes went by, until suddenly we both blinked. I knew I was blushing, but I couldn't help myself. Peripherally I saw his arm move and a large strong hand appeared to casually rearrange things in the front of his pants. I looked down and watched him touch himself, not grossly or in any exaggerated way; just a guy making himself more comfortable.
I felt my own cock start to stir as I watched him and I sighed. With a little smile, I nodded my head just a fraction, eager to see if there would be any reaction. He returned my smile and I thought I saw just the hint of a wink. Naw, must have been my imagination.
Remembering where I was, I turned my heat to scan the oncoming limos, checking each license number to find the one I was supposed to get to take me home. None of those in line were even close to the number I'd been given.
I looked back at the guy, taking in his handsomeness in a lingering gaze. Damn. I could have sworn that he was showing a long hard on snaking down the left leg of his slacks. Had I missed that before? Could it actually be that the guy was showing that kind of a hard on and I'd missed it. No way.
Or was this his reaction to my blatant staring? Our eyes met, and this time he did wink...there was no missing it. Hey, I thought, I know that look. I smiled broadly and winked back at him. How wild; he'd gotten a hard on because I'd been looking at him with such obvious longing or, maybe to be more blunt, had cruised him so hard that he'd recognized my lust for what it was. Suddenly I felt a strange surge of pride. I was so excited to think that I'd turned on this hot dude just be looking at him.
I've never been good as an obvious cruiser; I mean, I'm not the type that usually can grope myself to attract someone's notice or do something obvious like licking my lips to suggest what I'd like to be doing. I'm really not, but that day, at that time, I couldn't help myself. I licked my lips. Not grossly or anything. At least I felt I was being very subtle. My eyes found his again.
He gave me a broad smile and a serious nod!! It almost looked like he was chuckling. I smiled in return. Oh well, it's nice to be rewarded with that kind of an agreement, even if there's no way in hell we're ever going to do anything. I saw his hand move again, this time his left one and there it was. A bright golden wedding band, shining almost like it was new.
Damn, I thought. I mean, this was probably the silliest cruising I'd ever done. Here we were, each waiting for a ride home, and him probably waiting for a wife and kids. Ah well, sounded like it would make a pretty good j/o fantasy...hell, I already had a hard on so I was on my way.
I glanced at the oncoming line of limos again and couldn't help but sigh. There it was: car #76403. Damn. Oh well, as I said, in all probability nothing was going to happen. I looked across at my dream man, but it was gone. Gosh, that's the saddest part of all. I didn't even get to wave good-bye.
I gathered up my bag and briefcase and walked over to the limousine. I recognized the driver. Rosalio was a good looking young Latino who'd often brought me from or to the airport. I handed him my bags.
"So, you're sharing tonight?" he asked with his usual friendly smile. I asked what he meant. Just then, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone move next to me.
"I'm Bob Patterson," a voice said and I looked over to meet the bright blue eyes of my stud. He handed his bags to the driver as well. "Looks like we're sharing a car," he said to me. I was speechless, but managed to climb into the car and take the far seat. The driver spoke as my fellow passenger got in.
"We'll drop off Mr. Paterson first," he said, then nodded toward the front of the car.
"Someone jammed the partition so I can't raise or lower it." I realized what he meant. The dark, smoky gray glass partition between the driver and passenger seats was closed firmly in place. "I'll take care of the charges when we get there."
With that he slammed the passenger door and there was silence. Well, it wasn't exactly silent to me as I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm Bob," my fellow passenger said, sticking out his hand.
"Greg," I answered, feeling the almost electric shock of his hand grasping mine.
The car pulled away from the terminal and we were both silent until the driver pulled onto the access road to the freeway.
I glanced over at Bob's crotch, keeping my head and eyes down. There it was, clearly. He had a major-sized bulge showing right down his left leg. I tried to look up, but was startled when I found myself staring into his blue-eyed gaze.
"I hope you want to suck my dick as much as I think you do," he said very quietly, "cause my dick's about to bust out of my pants." I gasped in surprise, but caught myself in time.
"Uh huh," I said, and reached out to touch that long snake. "Oh yes," I mumbled. I glanced forward again, and the realization sunk in that the driver couldn't possibly see us. Bob moaned as I stroked his thick cock, then reached for the zipper. In just seconds, it was out and standing tall and proud, almost eight inches of perfect male sex tool. It was cut and beautifully formed and I only stroked in two or three times before I leaned forward and let it slip into my mouth.
"Oh yeah," Bob mumbled, shifting slightly in the seat and thrusting upward as if to find out just how deep my mouth was. "Suck it, man!"
"Mmmmmm," I answered, tasting the sweet maleness of him and feeling the soft texture and steely hardness of his cock. He shift slightly to his right so that he was sitting sideways in the seat and slid down a bit. This gave me a much better angle and before long I found myself excitedly deep throating his massive organ as he moaned and groaned pleasurably in front of me. I stopped only for a second.
"How long to get to your house?" I asked. His voice sounded constricted but he got out the words: about twenty minutes. I went back to sucking and felt him get hotter and hotter as he plunged his cock forward and I swallowed it willingly. Suddenly he stopped.
"Give me a taste of yours," he said and I sat back in surprise. That, I hadn't expected.
He gently pushed me back toward my side of the car and in a flash had my pants undone and my cock out. He stroked it firmly as I moaned softly.
"Oh yeah," he said, leaning forward, "Very nice." His tongue and mouth were hot as he gulped on my seven and half inches of cockmeat, and I tried to stifle an excited gasp. Expertly, he slid my cock into his skilled mouth, his tongue doing the wildest things on the head and shaft of it.
Within minutes, we were both swung around into a wild, hot 69, each of us devouring, savoring and tantalizing the other. We matched each other deep stroke for deep stroke, and I grabbed his ass with both hands and kneaded his firm, fleshy orbs as I pulled his cock even deeper into my mouth.
I sensed rather than felt that the car had slowed as we'd exited the freeway, while both Bob and I were racing toward the finish line, I felt his body start to shudder but kept taking his dick all the way down as he made muffled moaning sounds of pleasure. I felt his cock get harder than before and braced myself for a wild eruption even as I felt my own balls start to pull up, signaling my final approach before landing.
"Mmmm," I heard him groan as I felt the first blast of his hot load hit the back of my throat. I backed off to get a good taste before letting his dick slip back deep into my gullet as he spewed his sticky juice into my throat. It was fantastic and grew even more so as I started my own orgasm, my body held tight in his arms as I started to shoot myself.
"Oh God," I cried, finally letting his huge cock slip from my mouth. I heard nothing but muffled moans as he siphoned me dry, sucking and then licking my cock, his scalding mouth taking all I had to offer. He grasped my cock with his hand and gently but firmly nursed it for any remaining cum I had to offer, then he gently licked if from the slit.
"Oh yeah, man" He said, his voice slightly raspy, "That was wild."
"Uh huh," was all I could offer, as I continued gently sucking on his softening cock. What a fantastic experience this had been. We laid still for a couple of minutes, still holding each other's cocks in hand.
"Too bad we don't have more time," he said finally, and I agreed, nodding. Then he surprised me yet again.
"Next time I want this up my ass," he said lustily, as he looked over at me and grinned. "A good, long fuck." It was all I could do to keep from shouting yes. Instead, my dick answered him by twitching right then in his hand.
"Oh, you like that idea, huh?" Bob said with a wide smile. This time I agreed in words, telling him his idea sounded wild and perfect to me.
We got ourselves rearranged in our clothes and managed several minutes of rather intense kissing before the limo made a sweeping turn into Bob's driveway.
"Call me," Bob said, "It's Patterson on Loomis Street. In the book." The car stopped and I heard the trunk lid pop open. "Call me tomorrow," he whispered as Rosalio opened the door.
I sat there in the back seat, staring at Bob's lower torso as Rosalio filled out the credit card slip. My mind raced as I remembered this great looking guy, his sexy cock, and, oh yes, the wedding ring.
"Bob," I said, and he ducked his head back in the car. I gestured to my ring finger. He winked at me then answered in a low voice.
"Some guys prefer married dudes," he said with a wicked smile. "Call me, I'll explain." And then he was gone, and I watched him go up the walk to a house with the guest light on.
Soon Rosalio was settled back into the driver's seat and we sped away to my house. As he filled in the charge card slip, I got the strangest feeling that he was watching me strangely. I tipped him as I always do, got the receipt, thanked him, grabbed my bags and headed into the house. As I got to the door, I happened to glance back to see Rosalio close the trunk and walk back toward the driver's door. He flashed a huge smile and waved, and I've had sworn that he kind of groped himself as he walked. I waved back, then went in the house.
"Oh damn," I said to myself. "I wonder if he had the intercom turned on?" I shook my head and laughed. "Well, one never knows!"
Epilogue
Here's the facts: Bob Patterson wasn't married. He's a consultant in the beauty products field and finds that he gets hit on less by women clients if he wears a wedding ring. We've been seeing each other for several months now and everything seems to be going very well....that is, except for our respective travel schedules.
Second fact: Rosalio confessed that he did have the intercom on, but after I blew him on an airport trip one morning and Bob and I enjoyed his company mutually one evening, he's become a friend as well.