Early on, Marty was nervous about coming out to my roommate, so we didn’t do much at the apartment, and relied on car sex…not all the time, but often. Now, Adam knows all about Marty, but here we are still doing it.
I remembered that first time, too…it was after a movie, and we were in the parking lot. I remember Marty rubbing my leg, and grinning, “Um…you need some help…uhhhh…down there?”
We got my pants down and it jumped out, standing upright and rock-hard. He gave me a killer blowjob…pushing and prodding his throat.
I was just starting to moan and roll my hips off the seat, when I noticed a guy walking past the car. “Marty, ahhhh…just stay down there…there’s a guy walking by. I’m sure the guy didn’t see us, but he might have heard me.”
Marty pulled off and smiled, “It’s not like I’m gettin’ up anytime soon…I got a job to do! But it may be hot, having somebody watch…you know?”
“I’ll flag the next one down,” I laughed.
He laughed and took it back in his lips; he kissed up and down the length of the shaft and ran his tongue in circles around the head and over the tip. I savored the feel of his lips stretched tight and working up and down the hard flesh. “Fuck man! That’s fuckin’ good…fuck…work it…work that cock…mmmm, yeah…work it!”
A couple times, he took it from his mouth to work my balls; then he would put it all back in, this time fucking his face, even harder.
Thick and pulsing with blood, it plunged deep into his mouth, “Fuck Marty…Marty…suck…suck me…mmmm…fuck yer throat…fuck that throat!”
I remember other people walking by, but oblivious to what we were doing. I was gripping the back of his head, and about to explode, “That’s it, suck that dick…suck it. Ride my dick…ride my dick with that face…yeah…yeah…yeah…ride it!”
I groaned as he pumped hard with his face, “Yea Marty! Come on, give me that face! Yeah, you like this fuckin’ dick, don’t you? Face fuck me…mmmm…that’s it…give me that face…yeah, face fuckkkk…face fuck me!”
Finally, I pumped up into his mouth and pressed down on his head, to feel his throat. I’m sure he struggled to swallow, but it felt like I was shooting ropes straight down his throat. He kept his lips locked tight and enjoyed the waning, last drops.
When I finally relaxed back into the seat, he pulled off and swallowed again. Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips, “That was amazing! You like that, dude?”
My dick glistened with his spit and creamy flecks. I smiled, “Dude, I love it…you keep me satisfied.”
“You think we could sneak into the back?”
I smiled, “No lube…its gonna sting…but I can take care of you. Let’s get those pants down!”
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A Memory: Then I remembered the time, driving to visit his girlfriend, and he looked at me and grinned, “It’s three-hour drive…um…put your seat back a notch and I’ll make you feel good.”
Of course, I did…and he did.
Leaning down to put a hand around the base, he started licking my cock, swirling his tongue over the head and down the shaft.
Sucking it down, and caving in his cheeks, he bobbed his lips up and down, nearly going to the root. I don’t think l lasted more than ten or fifteen miles…and I remember we stopped to get him a coffee, to wash it all down.
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A Memory: It stemmed from a hot jobsite fantasy with roleplaying, that started earlier in the evening. We were headed home after dinner, and he reached over to rub the cock in my pants, grinning, “You can wear the toolbelt and bend me over the tailgate…and give me some more?”
I laughed, “You’re committed to the jobsite fantasy…I just hope you don’t find a hot carpenter or plumber at work!”
“No need to worry…there are a lot of beer guts, but there are two contract electricians that could be gay…but I think they’re roommates.” Then he grinned, “Seriously, how can you call this fantasy? That tool you got there, is pretty damn real!”
He laughed louder, holding up the lube, “Sir…or boss, is this the right grease for that tool?”
I smirked and continued the big-cock-boss role, “Guess we’ll find out, when I get you home…see if you’re worth that raise you got.”
It was a beautiful clear night, and we pulled into the driveway. I remember the moon was bright and I looked down at that incredible ass, rubbing the lube into his pucker. “I wanna give you a big bonus that just wouldn’t fit in your paycheck…you know!”
He looked back, “That is a big bonus…fuck me with my bonus…and fuck me deep!”
His handsome, muscled body, prone and anxious, was bent over the tailgate. I slowly pumped the first half inside, before pulling back, and pausing for a second.
Driving it all, back into that beautiful ass, I watched his head nod back, as he moaned up into the night sky.
I grabbed his shoulders and started fucking him senseless, grunting with each pleasured, grinding thrust. He rocked back into me, savoring it like any bottom would. He loved his man’s dick…the way it stretched him…the way it filled him…and the way it felt to be fucked hard.
He was definitely walking slower the next day, but we had a date night to remember.
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Back to the current road head: Glistening with my spit, Marty’s cock was more beautiful than ever, and his moans were just what I loved to hear. I stretched my lips over the crown, working my way down with my lips tight on the shaft. The moans increased, as I filled my mouth with his throbbing hardness, savoring every inch of the hot, rock-hard flesh.
I looked up at him, and I’m sure he could see how much I yearned to suck his cock…because I could see the pleasure in his face, and how much he yearned for it, too.
I licked his balls, swirling around each fleshy orb, cradling each of them with my tongue. Lifting them, one at a time, I savored their girth and weight, on my tongue, fantasizing about how much they held.
I needed to taste him again and started licking the head, holding it in my lips, and savoring the precum. Pressing my lips to the shaft and working them up and down, he placed one hand on the back of my head while the other massaged my neck.
I knew that was enough foreplay for him, because he thumped it over my face a couple times…before thrusting it between my lips. He groaned, “Yeah, just like that…suck that cock…mmmm…fuck yeah!”
He started to fuck my mouth, slowly pumping his hips, and I gladly (and eagerly) sucked and slurped the thick arching shaft. Mmmm…to find a cock like Marty’s was a dream come true, and I loved feeling it throb against my lips.
Each veiny rise brought happiness to my lips, but with the precum, I was moaning into that thick, manly tool, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
His hips stopped abruptly, but his cock was still throbbing super hard. I thought he was going to shoot, but he breathed heavy several times, in and out, “Dude, almost lost it…your too good!” He groaned, “Just gimme a few.”