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LOVER'S LANE
By Robert Glynn
When I was a boy, on warm summer evenings, I would ride my bike up into the hills behind my house. Up there, at the dead end of a seldom used, old, dirt road, was an overlook where kids went parking. Its great advantage as a make-out site was that it provided a view of the road leading up to it down below, so kids could rearrange, or put clothes back on, before another car arrived.
While a car couldn't sneak up on the parked lovers, that didn't hold true for a kid, like me, dressed in dark clothes, on a bike with my night light switched off. I discovered I could ride my bike up the hill and then, leaving the bike in some bushes off the road, quietly work my way through the bushes, till I was quite close to any car parked up there.
On several nights I really got an eyeful. I watched some blow jobs, a few fucking couples, a lot of kissing, finger fucking and hand jobs. Most of the time I couldn't see everything that was going on, but I could tell what they were doing, and, often enough to keep me coming back, I got a great view of really hot sex.
One night, at the height of voyeuristic excitement, I watch a young couple, both completely naked, fuck in the backseat, with their car door open, their feet sticking out, and the dome light on in the car. I was so close to their action, that I felt like I was fucking with them both, as I stroked off, watching the boy slam his hard cock into the girl's wet pussy.
After they drove off, I found the used condom the boy had tossed out of the car's window, something I had done many times before. I tasted the girl's pussy juice on the outside of the discarded rubber, and I ate the boy's still warm cum as I sat on the ground masturbating in the dark. I loved each time I found a discarded, cum filled condom, which happened most nights I was up there.
This story, however, is about a different scene I witnessed one warm summer night on Lover's Lane. There was a full moon that night, so the scene was brightly illuminated. Honeysuckle was in bloom, the air was fragrant with the flowers sweet perfume. The car, a Mustang Convertible, with the top down, was parked in my favorite spot, where I could get to some bushes quite near, affording an excellent view.
From my hiding place, I could see only the driver, leaning back behind the steering wheel getting, I immediately suspected, a blow job from his unseen girlfriend. The driver, who looked to be in his early twenties, was naked, at least from the waist up. He looked a little scruffy, blond, his hair a little too long, and maybe even a little dirty. He had a tough, punkish look about him, and he was strikingly handsome, indeed, in an almost pretty way.
I heard him snarl at his unseen girl, "Eat my cock, bitch. Go all the way down on it, you slut. You know you want it, you whore." I saw the kid raise his hand, only to push down on his cocksucker's head. I heard a sputtering, gagging sound and the young man said, "I don't care if you choke on it, bitch. Swallow my dick." I saw him hunch up at the same time he again brought his hands down on the cocksucker's head. This time the gagging sound was even louder.
This was something new to me, something I had never imagined, and it was exciting. The other couples I had spied on had either been tender, passionate, or pleading. It had been, either, "Oh, baby, I love you," or "Come on honey, please, just touch it, please."
But the scene being acted out before me was something way different from that. Hot and rough, this young man was dominating his girl. Using her, making her bend to his will, forcing her to suck his cock. This was new, hot and exciting, super sexy. I unzipped my pants, pulled my already hard dick out, and started stroking my meat while, I heard the guy say, "That's it, bitch, give me your pussy mouth." I heard the girl gag again. "Suck my prick. Take it all. Give me your cunt face, and your slimy throat. Eat me, bitch, suck my cock." The guy was obviously moving rapidly toward his orgasm, as was I, as I furiously fisted my young boy meat, enraptured by the hot, sexy, scene unfolding before me.
Suddenly, the guy yelled, "Stop!" and I saw him hold the girl's head all the way down on his cock. "Stop," he said again, "I don't want to cum yet." I obeyed his command, as did the bitch sucking his cock. I let go of my hard shaft and felt my rapidly approaching orgasm begin to recede.
"Okay," I heard the young man say, "sit up."
And here, I got the biggest shock of my young life. It was no young girl that rose up from the guy's lap, but an older man, and not just any older man, but Mr. Thomas, the barber who cut my hair. I was stunned. I crouched there in the bushes, my hard dripping cock motionless in my hand, my mouth ajar in surprise.
Mr. Thomas was a balding, mustachioed man, about the age of my own father, maybe a bit older. His face was flushed bright red, and he had spit and cock juice all around his mouth. His lips looked puffy and swollen, like he had been hit in the mouth, though I figured it was from the rough face fucking he had been subjected to. He leaned back against the seat and gasped for air.
"Nice suck," the boy said, "now get out of my car, ass wipe."
Mr. Thomas opened his car door and stepped out, I saw he was completely naked. His hard cock, a small one about four inches long I guessed, stuck straight out and was nearly overshadowed by his pot belly. His body was hairy all over except, I was surprised to see, his pubic hair and his ass had been all shaved, making his small cock look like a little boy's dick on a man's body. The appearance was oddly compelling, and I thought, exciting.
The young man had also gotten out of the car and stepped around to the passenger's side, where Mr. Thomas stood, only a few feet away from my hiding place. The boy was naked, except he had on a pair of dark chocolate brown cowboy boots, and a matching belt strapped round his waist.
His dick was hard, wet and really big, seven or eight inches, I guessed, the biggest cock I had ever seen by far. It swung back and forth as he strode up to Mr. Thomas. The kid reached down and grabbed Mr. Thomas by the balls. The young man squeezed and Mr. Thomas groaned, and did an funny little jig dance.
I started slowly stroking my boy meat again.
The boy let go of Mr. Thomas's testicles, drew his hand back, made a fist, and to my amazement, slammed his fist into Mr. Thomas's balls, not once, but twice. Mr. Thomas groaned and sobbed in pain while the boy again grabbed the older mans testicles and squeezed.
"You fucking slut," the boy said, "you ready to get your ass fucked?"
"Yes, sir, please fuck me, I need your cock in my cunt, sir," the barber begged.
Releasing Mr. Thomas' balls, the young man pushed the older man over to the passenger side of the convertibles's hood, and bent him over it. The boy reached down and unbuckled the belt strapped round his waist, and said, "Let's warm up your queer ass first, faggot."
The young man began to flail Mr. Thomas's pale, white, shaved butt. Whipping the old man with his belt, each blow leaving behind a glowing red stripe, until his entire ass was burning like a red hot ember, and the barbers was reduced to a blubbering, sobbing, crying baby.
"That's better," the boy said, stepping back and eyeing the older man after a long stretch of beating his ass, "a red hot ass on a bitch whore, with her cunt spread wide and waiting for a good hard fucking. You want my cock, don't you slut?"
"Yes, sir, please fuck me, I want your cock in my cunt, sir," the barber answered.
"Well, show me how much you want it, slut, wiggle that pussy," the boy demanded, "beg me for it."
Mr. Thomas moaned and started shaking and grinding his red striped, ass. "Please, fuck my cunt, sir," he begged. "Please, fuck me, I want to be your whore, sir, please, shove your big cock up my pussy. Use my cunt, sir, fuck me deep, sir. Fuck my hole. I want you to rape me sir, please rape me hard. Please shoot your cum in my cunt and get me pregnant, sir."
At that, the youth stepped up behind Mr. Thomas and without any spit or anything, in one great thrust, shoved his massive cock all the way into Mr. Thomas's asshole.
Mr. Thomas cried out like a little girl at the abuse, and struggled to dismount from the kid's thrusting, invading, member, but there was nowhere for him to go. Pinned against the car, impaled on the youth's giant cock, Mr. Thomas danced and thrashed about like a puppet on a stick. The young man held him against the car and deep-fucked his butt hole.
As the young boy continued to fuck the older man's ass, Mr. Thomas' cries turned to moans. The boy rode him hard, banging him ceaselessly.
I shot my wad long before the young man did. I shot spurt after spurt of hot boy cum out into the night, and then stood there, my prick in hand, and watched this hard brutal ass fuck continue.
What was Mr. Thomas feeling with that gigantic meat pole shoved up inside him? I unbelted and unbuckled my jeans and let them drop round my ankles. I brought my index finger to my mouth and wet it with my spit. As I watched the young punk fuck the old man, I reached behind me and touched my own puckered hole.
Now, remember this happened years ago, before the internet was everywhere, and in a small town. I had heard of queers, of course, and I knew they did something called corn-holing or butt fucking, but it was not until I watched this rough fucking did the term have any real meaning for me.
Now I slid my moistened finger inside me. Once I pushed past the gripping anal sphincter muscle, it was hot inside me, and soft. It felt good. My cock was raging hard again, despite the fact I had just cum. The boy kept fucking Mr. Thomas in the ass. Mr. Thomas kept groaning and begging for more, and I, for the first time ever, finger fucked myself. I wondered what it would be like to have that sexy boy's big dick inside me.
The young man quickened his pace. The only sounds were his gasping breath, Mr. Thomas's moans, and the slamming slap, slap, slap as the boy pounded into the older man's fleshy ass.
Suddenly the boy shouted, "I'm cumming, take my sperm bitch." With that, he gave one final deep thrust and collapsed over Mr. Thomas's back, his cock still up inside the older man.
After a few moments, the youth stood up and pulled out of Mr. Thomas's ass hole with an audible pop and a farting fluter. The boy stepped back a pace and looked down at his slowly deflating fuck meat. "Damn you bitch, you got my cock dirty, get down and clean it up."
I was amazed to watch Mr. Thomas, who I had always known as a rather fussy, fastidious, barber, straighten up, turn round, sink to his knees in front of the young man, and with no hesitation, put the dick that had just been pulled from his ass, into his mouth.
"That's good fag," the boy said, "clean your shit off my cock." After a couple of minutes slobbery sucking, the youth pulled his now softening, and very clean, cock out of Mr. Thomas's mouth.
I, too, pulled my penetrating finger out of my asshole and put it into my mouth. I tasted the funky moistness of my hole for the first time ever. The dark, bitter, brownish taste of my boy hole, this was the same thing Mr. Thomas was tasting.
The young man reached down, and in an almost tender gesture, took the kneeling man's chin in his hand, and lifted his face toward his own as he bent down. "Open your mouth," the boy quietly said. When Mr. Thomas had done as he asked, I was shocked and amazed to see the boy hock up a big gob of spit and spit right into the older barber's mouth. Mr. Thomas's naked, little boy's cock, was as hard as a bone. I saw the old man swallow the boy's spit and hold his mouth open for more. The boy spit into Mr. Thomas' mouth a second time, and then a third.
"Lie down," the youth commanded the older barber. "Go on, you can beat your meat. I need to use the toilet."
With no hesitation, Mr. Thomas complied, lying on his back in the dust beside the car. He began jacking off his naked little cock.
The young man stood over him, his legs spread, one booted foot on either side of the old man's head. He lowered himself, squatting over Mr. Thomas's face.
From where I was hiding, I had a clear view. I watched as Mr. Thomas lay on the on the ground jerking off, and the stud squatted over him, hovering a couple of inches above his mouth. The boy grunted and said, "Eat my shit, fag." To my amazement, I watched as Mr. Thomas opened his mouth and waited. I saw the tip of a turd push out of the boy's ass hole and hover over Mr. Thomas' mouth. I saw it fall from the boy into the waiting mouth, and saw Mr. Thomas began chewing and swallowing the boy's shit. The same process was repeated several times. Both Mr. Thomas and I kept masturbating. While Mr. Thomas was eating the shit that came out of the boy, both he, and I, shot our wads, me for the second time that night.
"That's a good bitch," the boy said after a while. "you like that don't you, fag? Sure you do, you got cum all over your belly, don't you?"
I felt like he was talking to both of us.
"Now, wipe my ass, you shit eating queer."
Mr. Thomas raised his head till his mouth was attached to the beautiful boy's filthy shit hole and did what the boy ordered, using his tongue as toilet paper.
After a while the boy said, "Okay, fag, get up and get dressed, I got to get home before my folks start asking questions." He gave Mr. Thomas a hand up, and then reached into the back seat of the car, got their clothes, and they started dressing. I was surprised to see Mr. Thomas got dressed without so much as brushing the dust off his back, and he left his own cum drying on his belly, and the boy's shit on his lips.
After they drove off, I pulled my pants up, got on my bike, and went back home, my head filled with what I had seen. I masturbated twice more before I went to sleep. I ate my own cum for the first time that night. My last thought before drifting to sleep that night was, maybe it was time for me to get a haircut.