Date: Mon, 04 Sep 2023 14:54:11 +0000 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Hungry for Love: Parking Trevor was actually almost apologetic about the visit to Paul, and it surprised me. "I just needed a place for us to go, but it was a lil' weird when we were there," he said. I admitted having someone I'd just met watching us was more weird than erotic, and we agreed we'd find other ways to be together. I did suggest bringing him home sometime, but for whatever reason he didn't seem interested. When he called me again, he again wanted me to feed him and drive around. We went through the McDonald's drive-through and I bought him an inordinate amount of food, then headed to the local park for a drive in circles as he ate. As was typical, there wasn't a lot of conversation. After he was done and the refuse discarded in my back seat, he let me take a couple more turns before saying, "I got someplace else I think we should go." His directions were not ideal: Trevor would tell me to turn at the very last moment, and I missed a couple of times and had to circle back. I realized that he was actually pointing earlier than that, and gently explained to this non-driver that I was looking at the road, not his lap. It was dark, and I needed him to use his words sooner. We pulled onto a narrow lane in some surprisingly dense woods, which opened into a small clearing a few hundred feet in. "Turn around, then cut the engine and lights," he said. When I did, we were plunged into such darkness that I couldn't see the steering wheel. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper. I could hear him rustling about. "Shh," he said. "Just a sec." Cloth against cloth, a zipper being pulled several times, other sounds I couldn't identify. Then, I felt his hand on my own zip. "Take it down," he said, and I quickly pulled everything past my knees. "Okay," he said, his fingers wrapping around and tenderly working my erection. Then his hand was slick, lubing me with every tug. "That feels good," I said, and this was news. I've never jerked off with lube; it's messy, and being too slippery has never helped me. A girl can be too wet to be fun, and so can a hand. I don't even use spit and I didn't expect a lubed hand to be this nice. His weight shifted, and I felt him press down on the left side of my seat. He shifted his grip on my penis and then I felt, against my tip, what could only be the boy's anus. "Are you--" I began, but with a finger over my mouth he quieted me. Then his hands were on my shoulders as he rubbed me between his cheeks, before taking me again in hand and holding firmly as he bore down. I could feel him slowly engulf me, every tiny fraction of an inch capturing my attention completely. I heard him hold his breath as he slid the rest of my head inside, and then he stopped. "Hold still," he whispered in my ear. I barely heard him over the pounding of my heart. Imperceptibly at first, I felt his body move against my penis, taking me into himself achingly slowly. Every inch of my cock was screaming at me to slam into the boy, but no decent human being ignores the wishes of a partner like that. I clenched my muscles and restrained myself like a man. His breath came slow and steady across my face as he lowered himself onto my erection. After ten minutes or more, I finally felt his weight rest upon me, and in the darkness he brushed my lips with his own as he gripped my shoulders. We remained like that for several minutes more. Finally, he said, "Okay, start slow." I grasped his narrow hips and pulled out maybe a quarter of an inch slowly, then slid it back inside. I could feel my dick shouting, "Yes!" victoriously. This is what it was made to do. Trevor rocked slightly, matching my motions, and we slowly began to make love. Not even, really: I was not moving very far in or out, as he requested. "Okay," he said after about fifteen minutes, "You can really start fucking now." "Okay," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around him gently, so I could support the boy's weight, and pulled out less than an inch farther than I had before. As I slid it back inside, I kept restraining myself, but not quite as much as I had until that point. "That's right," he said. "Go on, fuck that ass." I began taking longer and longer strokes, and the boy started to moving against me until I reached peak deep-dicking, then he held position and just urged me on. "Gimme that daddy dick, come on, that's right, fuck me deep, daddy. Fuck that tight hole." Dirty talk doesn't exactly do it for me, but this was different: Trevor usually didn't have much to say at all, and hearing his voice reacting to my cock really got me going. It got me to cut loose and give the boy what he wanted. I gripped his hips and slammed home again and again, until Trevor's words were overwhelmed by whimpers and squeaks as he seemingly lost the ability to speak. He clung to me in turn, and then I felt his lips brush mine in a first, tentative kiss. The small, tender gesture was all it took to send me to the moon, and I shot off long and hard. It was so dark in the car that I was sure I saw stars. Trevor kept me inside during my afterglow, and as I regained my senses I remembered my manners. I reached out to grab his lovely cock, and was rewarded with a stifled moan as he released all over me. "Guess you liked that," I said. "Kinda," he agreed. "Only now we gotta deal with a mess when you pull out." "I got you," I said. Since I'd no idea what kind of mess I'd be dealing with that night, our options were limited. I ended up stripping off both of my shirts and using the t-shirt to "deal with a mess." It ended up in the nearest garbage can, but since I watch Marie Kondo, I made sure to thank it before I let it go.