Date: Fri, 11 May 2018 16:14:06 +0200
From: Queer Wolf <queerwolf@gmx.net>
Subject: At The Crossing Of Lovers Lane And Memory Lane

A few months ago, my friend Tom's mother had moved in with him because she
was getting older and couldn't stay on her own in her house in Indiana
anymore. Before her house could be sold, he had to go through her stuff in
order to get any items that she still wanted or needed. That's why he
decided to go on a road trip from Arizona to Indiana, and he asked me to
come along for the ride. Of course I said yes, so we left Arizona on a mild
day in early February and headed toward the still chilly East in his Ford
Explorer.

We took our time, making frequent stops – watching the bats fly out of
Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico or visiting the Jack Daniels distillery in
Tennessee, among other things - before we finally arrived in Muncie,
Indiana. Tom had grown up in Indiana before he moved to Arizona with his
family as a teenager, and he had many good memories that he told me about
as we were driving around.

After a day of sorting through documents and quilting supplies and personal
knick-knacks, we finally took a break and had pizza at a place that had
been there already when Tom had been a kid. Inspired by the good memories,
he didn't drive straight back to the house after dinner but took a little
detour into a wooded area just outside of town instead.

"We used to call this Lover's Lane," Tom said as we were slowly driving
along the field road, "and it was where all the teenagers came to make out
at night. But it looks like the local kids have forgotten about this
place."

He was right; the road was partly overgrown with weeds and it obviously
hadn't seen much traffic recently. I hadn't noticed any tire tracks in the
thin layer of snow either. It was easy to see why this had once been a
favorite spot for horny teenagers though. With trees all around it was not
just secluded but also fairly romantic, especially now that the full moon
was out.

"So did you ever get lucky here?" I asked, poking him in the ribs.

"Nope!" Tom replied, shaking his head sadly. "We moved away before I ever
got my drivers license, let alone a car. The closest I got to getting lucky
back then was jerking off with a couple of friends in the woods behind my
house."

Tom was smiling, probably because of some good memories. Well, maybe it was
time to add some even better memories! I unbuckled my seat belt and
shrugged off my warm jacket and sweat shirt. Tom looked at me questioningly
when I continued to undress, kicking off my shoes and undoing my jeans.

"What?" I asked, winking at him. "You're finally going to get lucky in
Lover's Lane tonight! Unless you would rather just go back to the house and
sort through more stuff?"

Instead of replying, Tom reached over and pulled the t-shirt over my head,
leaving me in only my boxers, which were already tented by my growing
boner. He switched off the car and turned off the headlights, though the
silvery moonlight illuminated the car quite nicely. Leaning over to me, Tom
put his hand on my crotch and squeezed my dick.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I'm up for anything you would have liked to do here as a teenager!"

His grin got even bigger and he quickly pulled down my boxers, helping me
to take them off completely. Now I was naked except for my socks, sitting
in a car in the woods in the middle of February. And I was rock hard! Tom
and I had been friends with benefits for years, so he didn't hesitate and
took my dick into his mouth right away.

My foreskin was still covering most of the head as he was sticking his
tongue under the skin, swirling it around. With his left hand he was
fondling my balls for a bit before shoving it deeper under my butt, feeling
for my hole. I lifted my hips off the seat a bit to make it easier for him,
and after taking a moment to lick his finger Tom pushed it deep inside my
butt. He sure knew how to push my buttons!

I grabbed Tom's head, gently pushing him back to my throbbing dick. He went
back to work eagerly, deep-throating me while rubbing my prostate. I could
never last long with that much stimulation, and this time was no
exception. A few minutes later I groaned and erupted in Tom's hungry
mouth. He continued to suck until my dick began to soften before taking his
mouth off it, though he kept his finger inside my butt for a few more rubs.

"Get into the back seat," Tom told me as he rummaged through the glove
compartment, "and try to get into a comfortable position. I really want to
fuck you now. Aha, I knew there was some lube in here!"

I crawled between the seats towards the back, getting slapped on the butt a
couple of times when it was sticking right in front of Tom's face. In the
back, it put one leg up on top of the front seat and the other on the back
shelf. It was surprisingly comfortable, though my horniness was probably
stronger than any discomfort anyway. I still must have looked pretty funny,
draped across the seat like this. Tom took the easy way, stepping out of
the car and getting back inside with his pants around his knees and his
hard dick sticking straight out.

"Hmm, just the right dessert after a good pizza," Tom mumbled to himself as
he started to rim me.

Tom's experienced tongue was worming its way into my hole, driving me nuts
and making me rock hard again. I wanted to feel him inside me right now,
but at the same time I wanted the rim job to last because it was really
turning me on. Eventually Tom stopped licking me and applied a generous
amount of lube around my hole, working it inside with a couple of
fingers. He put some more on his dick before getting into position.

Hovering awkwardly over me in the cramped space of the back seat, Tom
rubbed the head of his circumcised dick through my crack a few times. He
grinned at me and finally he pushed it inside, not stopping until he was
all the way inside and his balls were touching my butt.

"Man, you are still so tight!" Tom said. "We really should do that more
often to loosen you up."

I clenched my butt muscles, holding him firmly, and replied, "And here I
thought that you liked my ass specifically because it is so tight!"

He grinned and pulled back until only the head was left inside. Then,
quickly picking up speed, he fucked me. The engine of the car was off, and
a wave of cold air had blown in when Tom had opened the doors, so it was
fairly chilly inside. But Tom was actually working up as sweat and I didn't
really feel the cold either, despite being naked. I grabbed my dick, which
was rock hard again, and jerked myself off, trying to match the rhythm of
Tom's dick moving back and forth in my butt.

Tom was groaning and a single beat of sweat fell off his forehead onto my
chest, right before he climaxed. I could feel his dick spasm inside me, and
a few hard strokes later I came all over my belly.

"Wow, that was intense!" Tom panted. "I didn't know that a trip down memory
lane would be that much fun!"

We cleaned up a bit and I got dressed again before we headed back to the
house. The next morning I was standing at the back door, looking out across
the snow covered yard and sipping my breakfast coffee when Tom joined me,
still yawning.

"So are those the woods where you had fun with your friends?" I asked,
pointing to a small grove of trees at the back of the yard.

"No, it was a bit further," he replied. "We were always worried that
someone would see us from one of the houses, that's why we went far enough
to be out of sight. I can show you the place, if you want to."

It was mid-afternoon when we finally headed out. It had snowed a bit
earlier, but now the sun was out and it was actually quite nice to be
outside. Along the path we saw some cigarette butts and discarded beer
cans, evidence that teenagers were probably still hanging out here. There
were no fresh footprints though; maybe they had better spots to meet in the
middle of winter. Eventually we came to a small clearing that was fairly
well hidden in the undergrowth.

"This is it!" Tom said. "This is where we came to smoke, drink beer and
jerk off while looking at porn magazines. Though I was usually looking at
the other guys, especially in summer when they often got naked."

"Oh, I'm sure you loved that!" I replied. "Well, it's not summer, and I'm
definitely not getting naked now."

"Ah, not even a little?"

"How can you get a little naked?"

"Like this ..." Tom said and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them down to my
ankles along with my boxers.

Thinking about a bunch of boys getting naked and jerking off together, even
if they only ever touched themselves, had turned me on and made me hard
already, so my dick was sticking out at a right angle. Tom grabbed it with
just two fingers, teasingly pulling the foreskin back and forth a couple of
times. Grinning, I reached over and put my hand on Tom's crotch. He was as
hard as I was!

I squatted down, trying to keep my butt and balls from touching the cold
snow, and undid my buddy's pants. As soon as his boner was freed, I
greedily sucked it into my mouth, tasting the precum that was oozing out
already. Tom moaned when I grabbed his balls and started to gently massage
them. He leaned his back against a tree and grabbed my hair with both
hands, moaning louder as he was fucking my mouth.

Suddenly Tom groaned even more loudly and I could feel his balls being
drawn up to his body. He pushed his hips forward one last time and his dick
erupted in my mouth, sending several shots of warm cum onto my tongue and
down my throat. I continued to lick the head of his dick, teasing out the
last drops of cum before standing up again.

"Whew, we never did that back then," Tom said when he had recovered from
his orgasm, "unfortunately."

"Better late than never, I guess," I replied.

My dick was still hard, of course, and I was fondling myself
subconsciously. Tom pulled his pants up a bit, but only to pull something
out of a pocket; it was the bottle of lube that we had used the night
before. He handed it to me and then turned around, putting his hands on the
tree and spreading his legs as far as he could with the pants still around
his ankles.

"Well, if you insist!" I laughed.

Squeezing some of the lube on my hand, I quickly worked it around his
hole. It was actually the kind of flavored lube that grows warm when you
use it, so I blew on my fingers to activate the effect. Then I bent down
and blew on Tom's ass too, giving it a few good licks while I was down
there. The cinnamon flavor of the lube, combined with his manly smell, was
quite erotic. Rubbing some more goo onto my dick, I really enjoyed the warm
feeling out here in the cold woods.

Of course it would feel even warmer once it was inside his butt, so I stood
close behind him, pulled back my foreskin and positioned the head at Tom's
hole. As soon as I began to push, he pushed back against me, almost sucking
my dick inside. I gave his butt cheeks a couple of light slaps before
grabbing his hips. Tom looked back over his shoulder, smiling at me, when I
began pounding his ass. My balls were slapping against his butt with every
thrust, and I could almost imagine that the noise could be heard for miles
in the quiet winter wood.

I slowed down a bit when I was getting close to orgasm, but I knew that I
wouldn't be able to hold it back for very long. Pretty soon my balls were
tingling again. Resting my head on Tom's shoulder, nuzzling his neck, I
picked up the pace again until I finally squirted a large load of cum into
my buddy's butt.

There's wasn't really a way to get cleaned up out here, so we just pulled
our pants back up. We could take a hot shower once we got back to the
house, which would probably lead to us having some more sex.

"It's so adorable when you let out that cute little whimper right when you
are cumming," Tom said, grinning at me.

"I do not!" I protested.

"Yeah, you do, and you know it too," he laughed, and to be honest, I did.

Then he surprised me by pulling me into a hug and kissing me on the lips.
We didn't kiss very often, but this actually felt good. I parted my lips
for him, but at that moment we heard a twig snap close by and we
reluctantly separated.

A few moments later, three boys entered the clearing. When they noticed us
they stopped dead in their tracks. We all looked at each other for a few
seconds before Tom and I started to walk back towards the houses.

"Have fun, guys!" I told them as we walked by them, which made them look
embarrassed and grin sheepishly at the same time.

Apparently this special spot in the woods hadn't been forgotten after all.