Date: Wed, 09 Jun 2004 01:44:18 +0000 From: Stanton Pride Subject: Shiny New Red Dodge Dart One evening during the winter holiday break I was walking across town to a friend's house, it was about 6:30 in the evening and the streets were dark and slippery with ice and snow. As I crossed Thirteenth Street at the bottom of the hill approaching the elementary school when a car slowed and a little man behind the wheel waved at me. I waved back as he continued on up the street and turned at the corner. Instinctually I knew I'd see him again very soon. Even as a boy of only ten years the gay scene wasn't veiled to me. It had been several years since the first time a man had put his penis in my mouth, and thereafter in various other places. I'm not gay, actually, I think I'm far from it, but I do love sex. Then, as now, I felt no attraction toward men per se, in most respects, but am attracted to those that I have feeling for, and who show feeling for me. No, it's the excitement, the intimacy, the passion, and most of all it's the feeling of being used for someone else's pleasure that I'm in love with. I learned at a very early age; the more willing you are, the more affection you receive. So I slowed my pace and waited to see what would happen. At that time I was very thin. I weighed about 85 pounds depending on how much change I had in my pocket. Yet, my skinny little butt seemed to appeal to the pervs that drove the streets of my hometown, and at this particular moment, I would welcome anything that would warm it up a bit; it was absolutely freezing. It was about ten degrees, and all I wore was jeans, loafers, shirt, sweater, and a cheap ersatz leather jacket with no buttons on it. I guess I thought I was being fashionable. I was shivering and my face stung from the bite of the wind. Fortunately it wasn't a minute more and his car came around the corner at Tenth Street and rolled straight toward me. I stood at the curb. He pulled up in a shiny new, red Dodge Dart. He was of slight build with thinning reddish hair and a somewhat cherry-faced; you know.very clean looking, like a guy that lived with his mother or something. The car seats had form fitted plastic covers, the kind with the little raised bumps that were supposed to keep you from sliding as you rounded corners. Of course they never served the purpose. The car, too, was very clean and neat, so much so that he appeared more to be a part of the car, rather than the person driving it. He was immaculately dressed. On his little cherry face sat at pair of round thin-framed glasses, (it was the 60's, after all), and a long black and white stripped scarf around his neck that tucked into the front of his camel hair topcoat with the other end very stylishly draped over his shoulder and down his back; the spittin image of John Denver. I couldn't make out much about his trousers and shoes, but I feel sure they were as primped as the rest of his expensive ensemble. He ran the electric window down.(cool!) so that the heat and the smell of Jade East hit my face simultaneously. (Hated the smell, loved the heat.) "Hi, you look like you could use a lift. Can I drop you somewhere?" he asked. I opened the door and slid onto the seat. He pulled away as the electric window slid back into its slot. (very cool, I thought). I watched it close and continued looking out the window in silence. "Where ya headed?" He laid his hand on my knee as he asked, smiling at me. "Damn, you're freezing." He reached for the heater switch and turned it up. "I'm going to a friends house down on Tenth Avenue and Tenth Street," I answered. Still not looking at him. "I'm just out riding around. I wouldn't mind the company if you're not in a hurry." I shook my head and glanced toward him. "No hurry," I said. "Then we'll ride." He smiled again. "My name's Rob. Robert, really, but I prefer Rob." I didn't believe him, I'd been picked up before and I doubted that these guys would give their real name. He must have seen my hesitance and pulled his wallet out and handed it to me. "Want to check my license?" He's won my trust. I didn't look. "Stan," I said, "thanks for the ride." "Any place special you want to ride to?" He asked as he turned down into town. "Don't matter, I've been everywhere there is around here." I tried to sound more grown up, which sounded dumb, even to me. I doubted he would care. He wanted a little boy, and I was one. "How about a ride up over the mountain? We'll stop somewhere for something to eat. Did you eat any supper yet?" I shook my head again, I hadn't. We rode through the city and headed for the hills, literally. He turned by the supermarket toward Mill Run; a minute later we passed under the railroad tracks leaving the city behind us. I had a feeling we were moving toward his house, but where was that? I really didn't care. I leaned against the door with my legs turned toward him. His hand was still on my knee. He squeezed it as he glanced at me and smiled slightly. We rolled away and left the glow of the city behind us as I was beginning to thaw. Actually, in the rushing air of the auto's heater I was beginning to feel quite warm. The green and white lights of the dash glowed dimly in our faces. Rob began talking, mostly about himself. He told me he was a schoolteacher, and that he taught junior high. He asked where I went to school, and said it was to bad I wasn't in his district; I might get him as my teacher. I wondered if he was lying and kept watching his face. In the warmth of the car, as I removed my jacket, he suddenly became overly accommodating. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Are you warm enough? Make yourself comfortable. Do you need me to adjust the air more?" He unbuttoned his coat and undid his scarf, leading me to believe that if he hadn't picked me up, the heat would have stayed on low. He had turned it on for my sake, to thaw me, but now he made it very warm. I reached up and moved the vent to divert the air from hitting me directly. I can't stand it blowing in my face. He took my jacket and tossed it into the back seat, then his hand went back to my leg, only higher, and he squeezed a little tighter as he looked at me without my jacket, searchingly, as if he were trying to see through me, or at least through my clothes. I began to relax and was feeling something growing in the pit of my stomach as the headlights struggled with the black cold of the night, fighting to keep from being swallowed by the damp darkness. We rode on between the mounds of plowed snow. As we turned onto the mountain road, he spoke again, but this time it sounded as if he choked on the words, like his throat was dry, or he was nervous about something. "Would you mind riding without your jeans on?" His voice quavered as he spoke softly; I barely heard what he said. It's what I was waiting for, expecting, actually. The knot in my stomach got bigger and my heart began to race. That same old feeling returned: wanting to be taken, to be controlled, and to please an older person. I hesitated, then slowly unbuttoned the top of my jeans and slid them over my narrow hips without having to unzip them. I pushed my shoes off with my feet and slid the jeans off. My skinny bare legs glowed white in the lights of the dash and I pulled them up onto the seat, and under me to keep warm. The jeans went into the back with my jacket as I sat huddled against the door and let the heat of the vent cover me, careful not to look at him. A chill ran across me and raised tiny bumps on my bare skin, all the way up to my scalp. It felt like my hair was shivering and now my throat was dry and tight. I was sure I couldn't speak. He reached for me. "Here, sit closer to me," his voice still shook slightly with nervous excitement. I slid across the cold plastic cover toward him and his arm received me. His hand went directly under my bottom as I settled down close to him with my feet back under me to give his had room for movement. His hand, at least, was warmer than the plastic, and his fingers began to probe the softness of my bottom. He held me tight to him and a shiver went through his arm as his short, delicate fingers wormed their way between my legs and fumbled with my tiny scrotum. He was breathing oddly, and his excitement was obvious as he squeezed my ass cheeks and continued his probing of my anus. At the top of the mountain he made a right turn onto a dark road that crossed the top all the way across to an adjacent peak; an old fire road. It was referred to as The Cutoff. He came to a plowed patch of forest clearing and pulled off the highway, stopping in front of a chain stretched between two posts. It looked like it had been someone's house-trailer site. There was a power pole with an electrical box and meter next to a rectangular area of bare earth, obviously having recently been moved, as no snow lay on it whatsoever. Leaving the car, Rob let in a cold blast of air that nearly crushed my tiny erection developed by his incessant probing. He walked to the chain and undid it, letting it drop to the ground. When he came back to the car he motioned for me to lower the window, which I did once I found the correct switch (electric windows were new then), and he asked me if I could move the car forward to the bare spot next to the pole. I slipped behind the wheel and put the car in drive and let it drift forward slowly past the chain and onto the patch of bare ground. I suddenly felt like an old friend of the cherry faced man. He let me drive his car! I couldn't believe it. It meant that he didn't view me as a little punk off the street. He trusted me behind the wheel of his shiny red car. Rob opened the door again and let in another, even longer blast of cold night air as he removed his coat and scarf in quick, jerky motions. These he deposited carefully on the back seat, laying them flat on top of one another, as mine still lay in a heap in the corner. Then he slid in and pulled the door too behind him. "Damn it it's cold out", he exclaimed as he slid to the middle of the seat and pulled me to him and onto his lap. Putting his hand behind my head, he kissed me. Not a rough, whiskered, man-kiss, but more like a girl, soft, warm, and fresh. My thin lips felt lost against his full adult mouth as he held me long and passionately. No man had ever kissed me like this before. They were usually gross and painful; stubble stabbing my chin and cheeks, and their mouth tasted gross. With his other hand he fondled my body, caressing it, touching and squeezing, he felt my bare legs then slipped his hand inside my underpants. The pressure of his lips softened, and he began to probe my mouth with his tongue, suddenly stopping, his lips still close to mine, he asked, "Do you smoke?" I nodded, and he said, "That's bad for you, you know," and immediately covered my mouth again with his, pressing his tongue farther and farther into me, but softly, gently, lovingly. I could feel the hardness of his cock pulsing under my legs as he reached up and switched off the parking lights. We were in the wild sweet darkness of possession and desire. I didn't think about what was coming, I just let it happen as it had so many times before. When he released me from the kiss, his hands went under my sweater and shirt and lifted them quickly over my head and depositing them both, as near as I could tell, in the back with the pile in the corner. "Are you cold?" he asked. I nodded not. The heat was still running full. He has all eighty- five pounds of me naked now with the exception of my underpants, sitting on his lap in the middle of a darkened forest. Taking me again in his arms he began running his soft lips over my neck and shoulders. I shivered, but not from the cold alone, but from the desire raging through me borne by his lips and tongue against my young skin. My erection was as hard as it could get, and I felt the sticky wetness in my pants. It was suddenly beginning to feel very warm in the car, and Rob abruptly slid me off his lap to my place next to the door. He opened his trousers and pushed them down off his hips. In the paleness of the scant light reflected off the snow, I could see his man size cock standing straight up against the small bulge of his belly, and his male scent came to me hot, and pungent. His pallid skin, like mine, gave a faint glow in the darkness. You could tell we are northerners, both of us. He reached for me again and put his hand behind my head, pulling me toward his lap. I could feel the heat of his once hotly veiled crotch as my lips met the silky softness of his tight erection. Instinctively my mouth ran up and down its length; lips slightly apart; tongue tracing wet trails along him. He lifted his scrotum with his left hand and guided me down with the other. I licked and sucked his balls, wetting them with my tongue, around and around. He arched himself upward and pressed my face between his legs, trying to force me as deep as possible. As I licked him, I could see the glisten of pre-cum slipping down the side of his cock like dripping candle wax. With my free hand I wetted his cock with it and began to gently stroke him as I continued licking and sucking his balls, pushing my tongue as far down under his sack as it would reach. Each attempt brought a new groan. I could feel him begin to swell and harden more, and I knew what was about to happen, when he suddenly pulled my hand away. His throat was dry and tight with passion and excitement as he hoarsely whispered, "Turn around . get up on your knees!" I obliged. He took hold of his cock in a death grip with his left hand. As I turned, he caught the waistband of my underpants with his free hand, and with a single quick jerk had pulled them past my knees and over my feet. I was now completely his. My bare ass was inches from him, and my face was feeling the cold glow of the passenger side window. His soft, un-calloused teacher's hands began floating over my tiny ass cheeks. I could feel him nearly cover my entire butt with his one hand as he squeezed it. Now and then his fingers would dip between my legs and tickle my balls and play with my cock that was standing stone-like, pointing toward my own chin. It just didn't know any better. Then his lips were against me, once more wet and hot.He covered my little boy ass with wet kisses and tongue twirls, (something that, to this day, I would pay to have done) I loved it so much. I lifted it, straightening my legs slightly to make it easier for him to get at me, wanting him to eat me like I was a little girl. He held my small balls in his fingers, fondling them as he continued his lip quest, all the while keeping his own burning life tightly squeezed and in check. His tongue did its work, creating its temptation, and probing for the spot it was seeking. He began licking in long, slow strokes. Pulling my balls back like soft little nuggets to his tongue, and licking the length of my cleavage leaving a wet trail behind until my ass crack glistened with wetness. At last he buried his face as deeply as he could, probing and targeting that one luscious spot of boyhood that he dreamed of so often in his classroom. He was no longer nervous, or dry throated. He was right where he wanted to be and he slowed his pace to savor the object of his devouring desire. Trying to end that constant craving, his imagination faded into reality, and the scent of littleboy ass filled him, expanding his gut with all the pleasure he knew it would bring. He licked, and licked, and probed, and probed with that hot sensual member that had so long lain dormant in its pink and ivory cavern. With it he wetted and lubricated the object of his coming release. He stopped and carefully removed his trousers and underpants, pulling them over his shoes and neatly depositing them on the back seat with the remainder of his wardrobe. I stayed on my knees, waiting for him. He slipped back behind me and pulled me toward him as he rolled slightly to his right side. He fumbled excitedly, nervously, succeeding at nothing. I pushed his hands away and raised myself to him, taking the head of it in my small fingers and directing it towards his desire. Pressing myself down, the pre-cum wet me even more and made the entry silky and hot. I took several long, delicious seconds to lower myself, until he fully owned me. At last he was in all the way, but I didn't want to move, or have him move, otherwise it would be over in seconds. I made him wait while I stroked my own tiny member into obedience. The pressure in my belly and groin began building, and my tiny ass clenched his pulsing hard thing deep inside me. As the feeling mounted I began a wiggling, bouncing motion to increase the sensation of where he was, causing Rob to begin gasping and jerking all over as his sensation took him with me, slamming his little round belly against my tiny ass and filling my tight object with thick, hot cream. At the same time, the tiny spurts of my own flew out of me, striking the underside of my chin and skipping across the plastic bubbled seat. We clenched each other without hands as though we were trying to pass through one another. Finally we lay sweating in the heat blasting from the vents. He pulled away and turned me toward him, pushing my face down toward his fading erection, I took it into my mouth, and lay quietly, gently sucking until it was clean and soft. He lifted me and softly kissed me, probing with is tongue for the taste of us. We wiped the seat, and my little freshly fucked asshole clean with paper towels, and then kissed my bottom gently several times, softly caressing with his lips and tongue tip. We got dressed, talking like old chums as we put ourselves together. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" he exclaimed as we talked. "You are one hell of a lover. That was so good!" He kissed me again, and again. Finally, he went out, put his coat on, and let the chain drop. I put the car in reverse and drifted it outside the perimeter, then parked it and waited for Rob to return. I felt so grown up. So satisfied with life at that moment. I wanted it to last forever. He slid in behind the wheel, pulled me close to him, and backed the car out onto the highway. We headed down the mountain, once again toward the city lights below, his arm around me as I sat there dumbly thinking about what I was going to do with the remainder of the evening. We stopped at the curb in front of my friend's house; it was nearly nine o'clock and I was two hours late. He handed me a ten-dollar bill. "Here, you and your friend go see a movie or something. Have some fun. I know I did. I hope you liked it too." I took the money and slid out the door. "Thanks for the ride." I said in an overly loud voice, my conscience tricking me. I knew that my friend would ask whose car it was. He pulled away and I didn't look to see if he waved, I just walked up the stairs. The door opened almost before I knocked. "Man, you're late, where were you? I called your house a long time ago!" I just walked past him without answering. We were the same age and new not to press it if an answer wasn't forthcoming. His mother said hello. "Hi", was all I offered in return. "Can Danny go to the movies? I'll pay his way?" I asked. "You always have money!" he said, and looked at me strangely. I knew he was wondering where I was, who I was with, and where did I get movie money. He put his coat and gloves on and we went out the door. His mom and dad watched television. We went down the steps and turned up the hill from his house toward Tenth Street. I could see out the corner of my eye that he was looking at me, trying to read in my face where I had been and what I had been doing. I could feel a little cold, wet spot in the back of my jeans and inwardly smiled at my secret. As we got to the top of the hill, a little red Dodge Dart went past and tooted its horn, but we just ignored it and kept walking.