I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues intertwining and playing with each other. I leaned more of my body over and placed my right hand on his leg, fairly far up the thigh, putting my other arm around his back. I felt his hand move further up my thigh to just short of my cock which was now raging. I decided to go in for the kill. I took my hand from his thigh and put it right on his crotch. Our kiss moved closer to pure bliss as my hand searched for his cock, which didn't take long to find. He was as hard as I was as his nicely sized cock ran down his left leg. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed and ran my hand up and down his shaft. I felt his body shudder a little from my grasp, and I felt his hand go for the gold as well. It didn't take him long to find it and I felt his hand grasp around my shaft. While the kissing was great, I already wanted more. Using my hand that was wrapped around his back I began to claw at his shirt, getting it up towards the top of his neck. He broke away from our kiss and pulled it off, tossing it in the backseat. Damn, he was hotter than I thought; he had solid six pack that was very well defined. He had small nipples about the size of dimes that sat on very nice pecs. He looked so damn good, I just wanted to do anything and everything I could to him. He leaned back in and we continued kissing as my hand continued grazing his cock, going up and down the shaft over and over. Finally I decided to take it a step further. I moved my hand up and fumbled for the fly of his jean shorts. I finally found them, pulling the zipper down with a bit of difficulty but finally getting it done. My hand dove inside like a wolf on its prey. I grabbed his cock through his boxers, stroking him a few times before pushing the leg back and grabbing it full on. I continued playing with it for a minute, and I felt his hand, which had been wrapped around me, slowly go down my chest to my groin. He began to stroke me now, rubbing his hand up and down my shaft a few times before going in for the kill himself. Without wasting the time that I had he undid my zipper and burrowed his fingers into my pants and grabbed my cock. I began to wrestle with his boxers now, pulling the boxer leg back down over his cock. I moved up to the fly of his underwear and delved my hand inside, again finding his cock with ease. I bean to tug on it, moving the fly around until his cock was free of his underwear. I broke away from out long engaged lip lock to look down as I fought his jenas to pull out his rod. I finally manged to get it out of its hiding place. I looked it over, my hand on the base, and was quite impressed. For someone of his stature, he was well hung, a good 7 ½', cut, and a little thicker in the middle. I guess the look on my face gave it away. "Yeah, most people are surprised," he said with a smile. "Only 10% Italian, but its where it counts!" by this point he had wrestled my cock out of its home and it was standing free in front of myself. It was smaller than his by a bit at six. We sat there stroking each other for a minute, but all I wanted to do was suck him off right then and there. "Do you mind if i^Å" I started off, moving closer to his groin. "Uh, no?!" he said, sitting back, leaning his seat back a bit. It was all I needed. I leaned in and began to lick the head of his cock. The cramped quarters of the tiny Honda made it more difficult than it probably should have been but it would more than do. I didn't play long, quickly shoving his entire cock into my mouth. He certainly wasn't the largest I'd had but he was up there. I bobbed on his cock slowly at first before picking up speed. I worked his cock as hard as I could. As much as I loved doing this I also still realized we were in public and the very real chance of getting caught. He began to moan, grunting really at first before I began to practically scream. I reached up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his knees. Coming off of him, I popped his cock through the slit on his boxers and slid them down to his knees as well. Now his entire nakedness was in front of me. He had two perfectly sized balls, little larger than golf balls, and there was not a hint of hair anywhere on his body. I sucked on his sack, putting one ball in my mouth and then the other, stroking his cock in the meantime, using my saliva as a lube. I shortly turned my attention back to his rod, working it with all I had. He began to thrust his hips to the movement of my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat every time. He let out a moan with each thrust, and he put his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. His thrusts started to become stronger, and I felt his cock tense up in my mouth. I played with his balls in my hand, squeezing them gently and caressing them. "Ok, ok^Å.I'm going to^Å" I took that as his warning, not that I cared, and kept going. "No really, I'm about to^Å" and he let out another moan. I guess he got the hint, because he thrusted about twice more before I felt a warm sensation in my mouth. It had been a while since I'd actually tasted cum, and his boy juice was some of the best I'd ever had. It filled up my mouth, six, seven, eight loads, as I tried to swallow to keep up. He was still thrusting into my mouth as he finally stopped shooting, and he was panting from the excitement. I came off him, licking the little bit of juice from his head. He was back in his seat, almost collapsed, breathing heavily. "That was amazing," he said putting his hands on his stomach. "I've never gotten a blowjob like that before. And I can't believe you took my load!" he said with exceitmen, sitting up. "Well of course, what are friends for?" "Yeah, what are they for?" he said as he leaned forward and grabbed my cock, which was still at full attention and then some. As he leaned downward, a car suddenly passed us in the alley, reminding us of where we were and why we were there.