An Afternoon Drive With Don
AN AFTERNOON DRIVE WITH DON Don and I used to "chum around" quite a bit in our mid-teen years. We were both farm boys and kept the same group of friends whom we often went out with or stayed in and played cards with. I was nineteen, tall, very blonde with a weight of about 160 pounds and well proportioned. In contrast Don had quite dark hair, was a bit shorter and was a tiny bit lighter than me. His face was cute but mature in a different way. We were both in excellent condition after all the heavy farm work and sports at school. I already had my ideas about my sexuality; I could go both ways and had a couple of times. To tell the truth I found it a much more rewarding experience with guys. It was like there were no head games or trading off: every guy knew how to please himself and wasn't afraid to tell the other guy what he needed. Yeah, it was always a bit tentative at first -- like what if the other guy calls me a "fucking queer" or tells others about me. No! Horny teenagers don't usually let that happen -- they go for it and make the most of it. One Sunday afternoon Don and I were cruising in my car around town. I was driving and Don was reading a new issue of Playboy that I had just bought. As we drove through the town I noticed that Don wasn't paying too much attention to what I was saying. He continued to leaf through the pages and look at the pics. I noticed him slumping a bit in the seat and stretching his long slim jean-clad legs out as far as they would go in the front seat. I looked over at him and realized that I'd never seen Don in the buff or even close: we weren't in the same class or attended the same gym classes or even on any of the same teams. Seeing that he wasn't talking, my mind started to wander a bit as I looked at this striking teen pal of mine. I wondered what he might look like in a tight Speedo, or some high cut bikini underthings, or a tight jock. His legs, which seemed to really complement the tight jeans, would probably look ok in rags. And yes, I noticed that there was a pronounced bulge there now! Suddenly he turned toward me with a very bizarre, twisted, knowing, almost painful type of wry smile. At the same time he dropped the magazine, quickly unzipped his jeans and ripped them down to his knees. I could hardly believe what I was seeing and experiencing. He was bare from his shirt down; he never had any underwear on. He had a raging 7+" cut, very curved hard-on that extended past his navel and bounced off his belly. I was struck with the lack of hair on his upper legs and midriff -- just some very dark crotch hair and a thin very defined line heading up to the beautiful sexy little coil of navel. My own dick had long ago begun to rise in its low cut white bikini prison. So much so that the loose fabric of my pants felt like they could rip with a gentle touch. This was so intense that I could hardly control the car. Donny encompassed his dick with his right fist and started to jerk and beat and worry it as violently as I've ever seen a guy do. He acted just like a dog with its first meaty soup bone. His breathing quickly became very loud and his hips pulsed off the seat into the air. His cock was long, veined and had a beautiful full mushroom head, which was almost purple with engorged blood. Still rolling through town I said, "Don, this isn't the right place!" "I can't help…" was all he was able to gasp! He continued to writhe in the seat and pound his meat at an incredible pace: this whole episode hadn't taken a minute so far. My mind was racing, as this was the first inkling I'd ever had about Don wanting to do this. Within seconds he was leaking gobs of pre cum which started to make the j/o process smoother and more erotic if somewhat noisier with the juicy slap-slap of his fist and hand. This was really getting to me! I slowed the car as much as possible without actually stopping, reached over with my right hand and palmed his lovely tool. It was really hot and vibrant in my hand. I had visions of wanting to have it in my mouth and have it ramming into my throat. My throat juiced up with the imagined feeling of Don's hot salty cum striking the back of my palate. Don's head went back over the seat and his eyes closed. He tensed and really thrust his hips up and held them there. It was like time froze and everything was suspended! He seemed to hold his breath for an eternity but with two or three passes of my hand he was grunting and shooting large, white ropes of heavy cum up my arm, over his T-shirt and onto his stomach. A few more strokes and about ten shots later we were both drenched with white sperm juice. My need was now as urgent as possible. I drove on quickly as Don cleaned up. We were heading to my house. Any comments: Thrush21@hotmail.com
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