Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 21:50:48 +0000 (UTC) From: More Mesa Subject: Barry's Test Drive My heart was racing as I got out of his car. I knew Barry would finish himself off within seconds after dropping me off. I had to get in the house, dodge my mom, and get to my room as soon as I could. My penis was aching, and as hard as it had ever been. I hoped I could navigate through the living room without getting caught. It was 7:30 on a Wednesday night late in the summer, twilight. I was fifteen. I had just spent two hours with a man in a car; for the first time, loving and fondling a grown man's penis. I had hoped to be penetrated. I really had hoped we could find a way for him to take me. I was so ready for it. In the end, it was a wonderful, but frustrating experience, with neither of us actually cumming despite all that time together. Over the course of the night in my room I masturbated four times, barely dribbling cum the last time, stopping only because my cock was getting raw from my pulling and tugging. I kept the large carrot in my ass as long as I could too. I had snagged it from the kitchen after everyone else went to bed, and rammed it in and out of my ass all night long. Throughout the night, I violated my ass with that carrot, making it hurt me while pretending it was Barry's cock exploding into me. I was so turned on. I knew I would always love sex with men. I knew it was part of who I was, and I'd have to figure out how to make it happen. This is a true story. I am recounting as faithfully as I can remember it, which is pretty close to what happened. I doubt I'll forget a second of the two hours I spent with him. To my chagrin, he did not fuck me although I begged him to. Nonetheless, I hope you find the story intriguing and exciting. All of it is true. Barry worked at the Used Car Lot in the small town where I lived, a block up from where I had a summer job in the Country Western Store. Since learning how to masturbate with an older boy when I was 12, I was pretty much into looking for encounters with other boys who would jack off with me. But my real hope, as I got older and bolder, was to meet men who would fuck me. I'd had maybe 10 encounters with other boys. It was easier in Junior High than it was in High School. In Junior High, kids were shy and kept quiet. In High School, you ran the risk of getting a reputation as a fag or queer. I didn't want that to happen for obvious reasons, so I'd turned my attention to men. I knew that older men would be interested, if I could find them, and that they would be turned on by a kid my age, 15. And, they'd probably keep quiet about it for the obvious reasons too. On my lunch breaks during the summer, I'd take a half hour and wander up to the car lot. I had my Learner's Permit but not my full license so I had to drive with someone over 18 in the car. After my first couple of visits, I got to know Barry. He was 28 years old, very friendly and I knew right away that he was an opportunity. He told me he was single and lived alone in the motel at the end of town. It was no big deal for a kid my age to check out cars in a used car lot, so on my lunch breaks, I walked up the block when I knew Barry would be working. It was completely obvious that I was a kid who was horny and looking for sex. Barry picked up on it immediately, and I encouraged him in every way I could. He never really touched me but he sure was friendly and stood close to me whenever I was there. After visiting with him a few times, I began to fantasize about him when I masturbated. That just made him more attractive to me, and I must have really given off the heavy vibes and feelings--ooh, did I want to get close to him. Painful urges. One day, Barry asked me if I wanted to drive a sports car they had on the lot. I had my Permit so I could drive with someone over 18. I agreed quickly and he told me he would pick me up near my house, a little down the road, not right in front. That certainly clued me in that we were on the same page. He showed up right on time. But, instead of bringing the 2-seat sports car, he drove up in a big sedan, with a bench seat instead of bucket seats. It didn't take me long to appreciate his decision. Within a few minutes, Barry leaned over and put his right hand on my upper thigh. He asked me if I minded, and I said no, it was fine--and opened my legs so he could have easier access. He took the hint and moved his hand up my inner thigh. Soon after, he had his hand on my pants, feeling my young erection, and I was simply about to burst. This was what I had longed for, for so long, and still love to this day. That feeling of a cock, being felt, feeling one, loving just the sensation of the muscle of a man, erect, throbbing, soft, hard, all at once. Barry started telling me about his time in Europe, a visit he'd taken some time recently. He asked me if I knew that, in Europe, men and women have sex parties where sometimes the men are with other men. As he told me more, I decided to take the initiative and slimply, reached over, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and reached inside the pee-slot in his briefs to take out his penis. Barry gasped and I leaned further over and took his cock in mouth. I just inhaled with my nose and I rolled my tongue around his penis. I could taste the slick pre-cum and it was so sweet and good I just milked his cock with my lips. Barry was going crazy, trying to drive without crashing. It was still light out and we drove around with me mumbling as he talked, leaving his penis in my mouth. We drove on like that for a long time. I finally got up and smelled his crotch and penis on my face, mouth and chin by holding my hand close to my face. I told him I knew the area pretty well, and I could find a place where we could park and get in the back seat. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't tell him, but I was sure he would fuck me if we could find a place. Shockingly, he was nervous. Here he had a 15 year old, hot boy, ready to blow him, and let him fuck him in the ass--but, he told me he was scared we would get caught. Hell, I knew the avocado groves and citrus groves around there so well, that I knew we could find a place to have fun. But he wouldn't do it. Instead, he decided to pull over to the side of the road, a move I thought was foolish for sure. He told me he wanted to teach me how to give a proper blowjob. So he opened my pants fully and sucked on my cock up all the way then down, and up only halfway. He was trying to show me how to do it, there on the side of the road. And, of course, after a few minutes, he did get scared and started up the car. I practically begged him to find a place for us to park, but he decided it was best that he take me home. I couldn't believe it. I was so frustrated. To take advantage of the time I did have, I leaned over again and sucked him off for all I was worth. I really worked him into a frenzy--and then, he stopped in front of my house. Time to go. Then into the house, dodging my mom and sisters, into my bedroom, and a night of frustrated jacking off, and abuse of my ass with a carrot instead of a cock. I never saw Barry again. Soon after, school started, and soon after that, I heard in the locker room that two kids from school had been caught with him in his motel room. Barry had left town abruptly. Ironically, the two kids were from the tough crowd, completely surprising and unexpected. To this day, I still remember the feeling of Barry's cock and pubic hair on my face as I suckled his cock in that car, so many years ago.