1. Dean Bareback - It Must Have Been The Car


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Oral Sex, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    double-meaning in our exchange was making butterflies in my stomach at the thought of this young guy and more particularly, what he seemed now to be playing with, with one hand in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms. “Hop in then,” I said, as I gestured to the seat next to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the front and got in. As I drove off, my mind was racing and blood was rushing in the direction of my groin, as my cock swelled in my white cotton CKs. His name was Dean and he was 22. I was trying hard to think of what next to do or say, as well as where the hell to go and within moments, we were out on the main fast road and I had slipped into top gear and was cruising at 65. I decided to take a chance with some more double-meaning word-play with him, to see where it led. “I think you’re quite brave,” I said, making conversation, “either that, or reckless!” “Oh yeah?” I had his interest . “I mean, getting into a car with a total stranger,” I explained. “For all you know, I could be just a dirty old man, luring innocent young guys like you into my perverted clutches.” There was silence for a moment. Then he just said, “Who says I’m innocent? For all you know, I could be a sex-crazed druggie who would think nothing of dragging you off into the bushes to do nasty things to you before stealing your car-keys!” This chap was going to give as good as he got, that much was clear! I sucked-in a breath between my teeth. “Is it that bad, do you think?” I said, trying not to ...
    sound too serious. “Well, you never know,” he warned, “after all, if you WERE just a dirty old man, wouldn’t that be what you deserved?” He paused, and before I could think of what to say, he continued, “Anyway, dirty you may be but old? Nah, not yet at any rate! Why don’t you drive down by the river.” “What about the sex-crazed druggie?” I asked. “Oh, he may be sex-crazed alright, but he’s no druggie,” he replied. “Besides, he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with the keys; he can’t drive – at least, not one with gears ‘n stuff!” By now, the ice had been well broken and I laughed out loud, causing him to look across at me with a rather self-satisfied smile on his cheeky face, as he slouched deeper into the passenger seat next to me. I pulled into a quiet part of the car park down by the river and switched off the engine. I unbuckled my belt and he did the same. There was just the sound of the ducks quacking on the water as we sat there. “So what do you think?” I asked. He had already set the seat-back down slightly, so he was sort of half-laying, half-sitting next to me. “I love the smell and feel of leather, don’t you?” he said, as he stroked the soft cream leather of the sides of his seat, “especially next to my skin. Mind if I slip these off; I’m getting really hot, here in the sun.” Before I could respond, he lifted his buttocks in the seat and casually slipped his tracksuit bottoms down below his knees, revealing his bare legs, bare stomach and a thick bush of pubic hair. I ...
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