The Camaro
I lived in a smaller outlying suburb of Los Angeles. The kind of place where everything seems to be an hours drive away. And I used to see this same guy in a medium blue older Camaro all the time. He was incredibly good looking. We always kind of pretended not to notice each other in the early morning rush to the freeway, both of us giving out attitude. He obviously thought his car was cool and was showing off. I had just finished getting my Mustang running again. Had the engine rebuilt. And was so happy to just drive the thing. I used to see him every third day or so on the way to work, neither of us acknowledging that we saw each other. I also thought he was the cutest damn thing in the world next to his Chevy. Well one night I was coming home from a friends party on a weekend. I was cruising down one of the main boulevards at about one in the morning. Taking the side streets after getting off the freeway for fuel. Well I'm sitting there listening to the static on my car's AM radio, when I hear a rumble pull up next to me. Well it's the guy in the Camaro. I turned slowly and saw him. Well I was too shocked to simply fall back on attitude and ignore him. And he'd turned and was staring back. With nothing else to do I smiled and told him I thought his Camaro was bitchen. He smiled, broadly and began talking. I fell in love with that smile right then. I almost didn't notice what he'd said. He had put a lot of time into it to make it that way. The light changed and we both pulled out towards the next one. It was late and there were not many cars on the road. But we both drove sedately the cops were always around out there. I let him get a little bit ahead of me and watched him as he drove. Dark hair blowing off his shoulders in the warm night air. I caught up at the next light again. And we talked a minute about what we had done to our cars. He smiled a lot. And I grinned back because of that smile's effect on me. Man he was hot. All I had ever seen of him was his shoulders up. And I swear he was fucking hot. We played stoplight tag a few more times and we then pulled over at a 7-11 and swapped tales of engine mods and junkyard safaris. I was leaning on my still primer-coated Mustang. He was standing facing me leaning against his car. He was fantastic. Gorgeous body. Not huge but nicely developed and perfectly proportioned for his height. Man all I could think of was how it would be to make love to him while we talked. We talked all about our cars past and present and hell an hour had passed by when we noticed the time. But seemingly neither of us wanted to leave. It wasn't til then that I thought there might be chance that this guy wanted me too. I brought up the subject of getting dates because of the car and he said yeah he had had girls wanting him just to drive in the car. But didn't say much on the subject. He asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him I didn't have one. Yeah its fucked not getting any he says. It's too bad we need women. Or we could get along with just our cars. We both laughed at that. Then neither of us knew what to say. We were both kind of staring at each other. And for once that smile was not present on his face. He stepped a bit closer to me. I held my breath for an instant. Then I reached out and touched his shoulder and let my hand drop. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I couldn't believe it. I was rock hard and this guy wanted me. This total hunk I had been staring at for months. He put his hand on my chest and moved his palm down my front. Pausing at my belly and tracing his fingers down quickly. His touch was electric. My whole body shivered. A car approaching the parking lot startled us both. He stepped back a pace. "Uh. Hey why don't you come back to my place", he began,"I could show you some of the pictures of my car before I worked on it." I smiled. I was licking my lips and I was really horny. I could also see that he had a huge bulge in his pants too. It was all I could do as I followed him in my car to keep from pulling my dick out of my pants right there. I hadn't had much experience with guys and this was incredible. One of those stories you always wish would happen. We got back to his place which turned out to be a little studio apartment above a garage in a nice neighborhood. We entered through the outside stairway up to the room. It was nice and the windows were open letting a breeze blow through. He offered me a seat on the bed. Which was a mattress and box springs resting directly on the floor. He brought out the scrap book. The excuse for getting me here. We began looking through the pictures not paying too much attention but he sat real close and I finally put my hand on his leg. He instantly stopped talking about whatever picture he was pointing at with his finger. I kissed him. And he nearly melted into my arms. We kissed and hugged each other for a while and then laid back on the bed. Him on top of me and we grinded together as we kissed. It was so incredibly hot. Well he backed off out of breath and pulled off the t-shirt he'd been wearing. I could feel his well defined chest under his shirt as we rolled around on the bed but the sight of it was so much better. I pulled off my own shirt and we got back to rolling around on top of each other. I started working on his nipples with my tongue teasing and biting each of them. He writhed beneath me. And I licked and sucked my way down to his jeans. I slowly licked his bulge without removing his pants. He was going wild. I unbuttoned his pants slowly one at a time. When I did he sat up and pushed me down on the bed. Pulling open my pants he began feeling up my cock and balls through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I was almost ready to shoot just from that. But he began playing with my hair on my belly and then made his way up to my tits and worked on them awhile too. I was in heaven. As he was making me squirm in ecstasy he removed his pants and kicked them into the corner. Where he threw mine too. He pulled off my shorts and went to work on my throbbing dick. He took the whole thing deep in his throat. My whole body trembled. Soon I got up and pulled him around with his own dick above my face and I was giving as good as I got. I moaned that I was almost there, and he slowed down to make it last longer. Soon he had me ready again, and I came hard with his hand pumping my meat for all it was worth. I then brought him off and he shot the farthest I had ever seen. We laded there panting and exhausted his head on my thigh face peering up at me eyes closed. And that smile still on his face. Now I knew that smile was because of me. Oh, hey,I said, my name is Tom. We both rolled around laughing for a few minutes then he introduced himself as Jay. I fell asleep with him in my arms.