Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2003 22:51:46 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Car magic

Yes, guys... I finally came out of retirement and have
started to write again...  (If you haven't read any of my
previous efforts, look me up under the "Prolific Authors"
and check them out).   These stories contain graphic
descriptions of sex between adult males.  If you are
offended by such stories, or it's illegal in your home
territory, please 'return' your way out of here...   If it's
okay and you are continuing to read, I hope you enjoy my
story(ies).
Note also, that although I generally go 'bareback' in my
stories, I would never do that in real life.  I like living,
and that is a great way to shorten one's life cycle!!  So
remember that the rule is always "be safe".


Car Magic

When you are walking past a parked car with a guy sitting in
it, do you look in (and down) to check him out?  Well...I do
most of the time.  Of course you always hope for him to be
wearing some tight jeans or shorts or something made out of
a material that will give you some good eye candy.  Most
often, though,  it's a loss....but once in a while...mmmmm,
yes... there is a nice payoff.

Well, that's sort of what happened last Thursday morning.  I
was coming out of a local department store and there was now
a car next to mine in the parking lot -- and on the driver's
side.  The space had been empty when I parked and went
inside.  I couldn't see who or what was inside through the
windshield -- it was tinted and the sun was glaring off it.
However, when I got alongside and was about to open my car
door, I looked in through the passenger side window and was
greeted with a very engaging sight.

There was a younger fellow, maybe in his mid-30's,
apparently sitting there waiting for someone to come out of
the store.  The guy had on a pair of skin tight jeans and
you could see his soft rod lying over to the left -- a
really nice bit of flesh -- and you could easily make out
the head pointing across the top of his thigh.  It was
difficult to take my eyes away and get into my car, but I
managed to open my car door and then turn and slip inside
without taking my eyes away from that inviting bulge until
it disappeared below the bottom edge of his window as I sat
down.

Sitting behind my steering wheel, I glanced back over to my
left and saw him looking right at me, his clear blue eyes
sparkling in the sunlight.  I just couldn't resist a second
chance to check him out (down lower), so I got back out of
my car, as though I had forgotten something, and walked back
into the store.  Of course as I did that, I looked inside
his car again and got another good look at that delicious
looking piece of meat trapped under the blue denim.

I just made a quick circle inside the store, quickly peeked
at the cute young guy straightening the sweaters, and then
headed for the doors.  When I came back out, I was all too
happy to see that his car was still parked there and I'd
have yet another chance to feast my eyes on that very
tantalizing package.  This time, as I got alongside and
looked in, there was a definite difference in what I was
seeing!  What had previously appeared to be quite soft and
pliant was now much more like a hardened rod, straining
against the cloth of his jeans.  Even as I looked, he
lowered his right hand from the steering wheel and with his
thumb and forefinger traced the sides of its now very
distinct outline, ending up by rubbing the head with his
finger.  I almost stumbled and fell, as my knees nearly
buckled at the sight!!

Just as I was about to pull my eyes away and get into my
car, the driver leaned forward and turned his head to look
directly up at me through his car window.  I was so
absolutely busted!!  ...but he didn't just keep looking at
me -- he flattened his right hand and began to rub it back
and forth over the stiff rod in his lap.  Then he winked and
smiled.

"Hi," he said.  "See something you like?"

Good lord!  How many times have I heard that question -- but
usually it has been said in a clearly offensive or
threatening tone.  This time, though, there was none of
that, and I managed to get out an answer, "Oh... unnh..
well...  yes, I do... yes, I do."  I couldn't believe I said
that!!  ...but ... what the hell!!  Since it was that
obvious what I was doing, and he didn't seem to be at all
bothered by it (...on second thought, he damned sure was
'bothered' by it!!  and in the best way, too!!!)... why
shouldn't I have answered honestly?   It's not that often
that you get a chance to do that.

Leaning over to his car, I put my hands on the top of the
passenger door so that I could look directly in at him.
"Hi, I'm Peter," I said, "nice view you've got there."

"I'm Hank," he replied.  "Glad you like it.  Would you like
to see more of it?"

"Does the brown bear shit in the woods!?!  Is the Pope
polish?!? ...  You're damned right I want to see more of
it!!!"  I thought to myself.   "And just how might that come
about?" I asked.

"Well, I've got a bit of free time right now, and there's a
park right down the road that I know of, where no one ever
seems to go into the men's room... you want to go there?"

"Want to go there???   Just try and stop me!!!" my mind
screamed to me!!!  "Oh.. okay..  I think I know the one
you're talking about.  The one right off Tavern Bridge
Road?"

"Yep! that's the one," he nodded.  "You want to follow me?"

"No need to, I know where it is...   besides... aren't you
waiting for someone?" I continued.

"No,  I was going in to check out a couple of their sales
when you first came out and I saw you looking in at me.  I
know that look... I do it too.  Maybe you didn't realize it,
but I could see your reflection clearly in your car
window... that's how I knew you were looking -- for so long.
Then when you did that 'oh I forgot something' routine to
get back out and get another look, I knew you were what I
was looking for!!  So let's get to the park!"

"You got it, Hank," I said as I turned and got into my car.

He was already backing out and as soon as he was clear, I
followed.  Although I didn't need to follow him, I was right
behind him all the way to the park entrance -- about a
quarter mile from the store.   I didn't park right next to
him, but pulled in a few slots down on the other side of the
parking area, and waited for him to get out and go into the
"Men's" side of the restroom building.

Looking around, there was no one else nearby.  There were a
couple of older guys playing tennis on the courts about 50
yards over, and a few young guys at a basketball court
beyond that.  I got out of my car and went in.   Hank was
standing there waiting for me.

"We can go into that back stall.  The walls between them go
all the way down to the floor here and the door closes where
you can't really see into it.  It's really very 'safe'."  He
started telling me as he turned and walked down past the
urinals and the other two stall doors.  When he reached the
back one, I was only about five feet behind him.

He stopped outside the door and turned to me.  Then he
reached forward and cupped my cock and balls through the
thin material of my black shorts.

Maybe I should stop for a minute and tell you about myself.
As I told him, my name is Peter....and I'm 53 years old and
married.  I'm no gym rat, but I stay in fairly good physical
condition, even though my weight is above what I would like
it to be.  I'm 5'10" tall and weigh in at about 195.  I have
brown eyes and brown hair which is now getting a little of
the old "salt and pepper" showing at the temples and across
the top.  My shorts -- actually they are some swim trunks
that I have cut the open weave jock out of -- show off my
legs which are very masculine with a good covering of hair
where they come out of the shorts.  I guess some guys find
me attractive (I seem to be able to find 'partners' without
a really great deal of difficulty) and I assume that Hank
must be one of them.

Anyway... when he put his hand on me, I immediately started
to rise to the occasion.  I could clearly see the outline of
his own member through the denim of his jeans -- as I did in
the store parking lot.  I reached out with my right hand and
lightly stroked it across from just under his fly to where
it still lay across the top of his thigh.   MMmmmmm... it
was a nice, firm one!  and it throbbed and jerked as I
touched it.  I slid my hand back and forth over its tubular
shape.  Then stopped and rubbed the head for a few seconds.

"Let's get in there," I suggested.

"Yes.  Let's do it, babe," he responded.

We turned and went into the stall and I turned back to close
and lock the door.  By the time I turned back around, he had
his belt open and his jeans unbuttoned.  I could see his
hard cock still caught in its denim trap at the head, but
nicely outlined now in the dark red cotton of his boxer
briefs.   I reached out again and stroked it now through
that soft cotton fabric.  My hand curled to feel as much of
that hard rod as I could.  When my fingers got to the end,
they felt the cool wetness of a spot of his nectar that had
soaked through from the tip.  I bent forward, pulling his
jeans away and put my mouth over the head of his hot manhood
and tasted the sweet juice from the now much larger spot
than before.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," he moaned above me.  "That's nice..."

I straightened up and loosened the tie on my shorts and
pulled them down over my hips.  My own cock was straining
against my almost matching boxer briefs.  "Hmmm, today must
be red shorts day... guess it's an omen that something `hot'
is going to happen today - like right now!!"

Then reaching over, I pushed the top of his jeans down onto
his thighs so that he now had on only his shorts over the
treasure chest between the tops of his legs.  Reaching
around with my hands, I grabbed him by both asscheeks and
pulled him against me.  I could feel his hot cock rubbing
against me and my own trapped between us.  He ground into
me.  "MMmmmmmmmm," he repeated.  "That's nice....too."

"Very nice," I agreed.  Looking up at his face, I suddenly
couldn't focus as his lips came forward and meshed
themselves with mine.  His hands came up behind my head and
pulled my face and lips against his much as I was pulling on
his ass to get our loins even tighter together.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."  ...but this time it was me making the sounds.
"MMmmmmmmmmm," I sounded again, since my mouth was pressed
tightly closed against his, I couldn't do much else to let
him know that I liked what was happening.   I nudged him
slightly and he slowly backed up, holding me tightly in his
iron grip on the back of my head, until his back was against
the wall.  I could feel the cold of the tile against the
back of my hands that were still holding his delightfully
firm buns.

As our lips ground together, I finally felt the tip of his
tongue begin to probe between his teeth and lips, trying to
gain entry to my mouth.  I opened slightly to let him in.
His tongue pushed its way over mine, then grappled and
wrapped itself around it.  I was starting to sweat as my
body heat soared and the area under and behind my balls
began to burn with passion and desire.

Finally, he released his hold and I moved my head back and
almost gasped for air.  I squatted down in front of him and,
hooking my fingers in the top of the elastic band, I pulled
his shorts out and down over the object that I wanted so
badly.  When I could see it swing out and up, all I could
think was "Oh, damn!! that looks so fine and tasty!!!"

I started to nuzzle and then lick his nice low hanging
ballsack.  I could smell the freshness of his morning
shower, but also the beginning of male musk and pheremones
emanating from his crotch.  As I licked, I pulled first the
left and then his right ball into my mouth and savored their
individual sweetness and wonderful softness.  Again I heard
the "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" from above my head.  This time followed
by a deep, guttural grunt from the hollow of his abdomen and
chest.

Slowly I let the right ball drop from my mouth and began to
lick the underside of the base of his cock.  It jerked each
time my tongue stroked it.  I could smell the unique odor of
his pre-cum as it began to drizzle out of the lips and down
the side of his rock hard tool.  Soon enough, I first began
to taste it too, as my tongue worked its way up, wrapping
around to lave the sides as well as the tubed bottom of his
erect  manhood.   I hesitated at the top as my tongue found
the super sensitive spot where the loose skin is attached
just under the edge of the head.  I rasped it with my
tongue, then gently nibbled there with just the tips of my
teeth.  I could feel him squirm and push his cock against my
face.

Enough! I thought...  and I raised my head enough to
encircle the top of his glans with my lips.  I kissed at his
piss slit and tongued it, trying to get more of his sweet
nectar.  He rewarded my efforts, with a throb and jet of new
liquid pleasure.  I was really enjoying what he tasted like
and the feel of his rubbery head against my lips.  Slowly I
opened my mouth and began to slide it down, enveloping his
tool with my hot, wet oral cavern.

I hadn't really noticed before, but there had to be a good 7-
8 inches of raging hard wood in front of my nose.  I only
had a quick look before and just noticed that it was a
beautiful, cut cock with a nice greyish-pink mushroom head.
One just made for sucking!!!  or maybe more!?!?!  it had a
nice girth too.  Not too wide, but not really thin either.
These thoughts were just racing around in my head as I
lavished my attention on getting that thing hard and
throbbing enough that it seemed as though it might explode
at any minute!

"Oh, god!!!  Oh, shit!!!  Suck that cock, babe!!!!" he
grunted between his clenched teeth.  "I just knew when I saw
you looking that you were going to be so damned good!!!  You
older guys really know how to suck cock and make a guy go
wild!!! ..sorry, I shouldn't call you that.  but jeeze!!!
MAN THAT IS INCREDIBLE!!!"

I just went "mmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmm" .  what else can you say
when you have your mouth full of a giant cock and your nose
buried in a bush of pubes?

I looked up and his face was turned to the side, his eyes
now tightly shut and his lips only a thin line across his
mouth.  You could see his facial muscles contracted -- much
as most other muscles in his whole body.  He was definitely
enjoying what I was doing to him!!  ...but, then again, so
was I !!!!  I love the feel of a hard cock deep in my mouth.
The contrasting softness of its skin and the rubbery
resistance of its head -- all the while dripping its sweet
pre-juices onto my tongue.  All this enhanced by the
increasingly manly odors of musk and sweat that waft to my
nose from below and, if I'm really lucky, from having it
buried in a soft-to-bristly patch of curlies.

"Oh, god!!!  Oh, god!!!  I want to fuck you now!!! Can I
fuck you now???!??!" he stammered in a staccato of heavy and
irregular breathing.  "Please!!  I need your ass!!!  Can I
have it????"

Without a word I stood up and dropped my shorts (yes, I had
not even thought about taking my own shorts down while I was
worshipping that rigid idol between his legs).  I turned and
moved to lean over with my hands against the other wall.  I
heard him rummaging in his pocket, and turned to see him
pulling out a small packet of something.  At first I thought
it was a condom, but then when he ripped it open, it became
obvious that it was some kind of lubricating cream.

He quickly began to rub some of it into the crack of my ass
and over my throbbing pucker, then applied a generous
coating to the head of his cock, which now was a very fiery
red.  He didn't waste any time coming up behind me and
slipping it between my legs.  I could feel him searching for
his target... the tip of his cock passing over my sphincter
several times before he seemed to know just where it was and
pushed.

I must have been incredibly ready, because that beautiful
rod just slid in with almost no resistance.  There wasn't
even the usual brief pain when I'm penetrated.  It just went
right on in and suddenly I felt so wonderfully full of his
hot, throbbing love shaft.  "Oh, yessssssss!" I whispered,
feeling my whole body begin to quiver in excitement and
ecstacy.  "Oh, that feels so good!!"

Slowly he began to withdraw is magic wand.stopping just as
the head was at the ring of my sphincter.  Then.slowly he
began to push back into my hungry fuck chute.   My brain was
going numb and my entire being was focused on the pleasure
of his long tool sliding deep into my body and being.  It
was beyond anything I could remember.  There was something
about the way he was fucking me that just made me lose all
sense of reality and time.  My skin was on fire!  My
concentration was totally on the pleasure of his passionate
pole deep inside me.  I lowered my hand and upper body to
push my volcanic hole further onto his wonderful fuck
stick!!  I've been fucked many, many times before - but
never quite like this!!!  I mean . there was nothing
particularly unusual about his cock, or even him. but there
was something he was doing that was making me go completely
ape shit!!!  Again he plowed into me, and my whole body
began to spasm.  I gripped his pounding lance with my inner
muscles and tightened my sphincter to try and hold him
inside me.  I could feel the increased friction as he slowly
pulled himself back out to the edge.  Again and again we
repeated the movements.

Suddenly I became aware that his slow, deep fucks were now
becoming faster and more intense.  My own responses were
also increasing in tempo, .

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, god!  Oh, yesssss!  Oh, yessssss!" he began
to pant through his clenched teeth.  "Oh, fuck, baby..  I'm
going to cum!!  I'm going to fill your ass with a quart of
my hot juice, baby!  Oh, yessss!  I'm gonna flood your
fucking hot hole with enough ball juice to make you leak for
a week!!!"

"Oh, fuck, yessss!  You gorgeous stud.  Let me have that
load!!  Go ahead..  shoot that hot spunk up my ass and fill
my guts with your juice!!  Oh, yeah. babe..  Lemme have all
you can give!!  I want you to plow me and load that baby
seed into my hot furrow!!  I wanna feel you shoot that
cannon load all over my insides!!!  C'mon, babe..  Shoot
that spunk up my ass!!!

"Oh, shit!!!  Oh, fuck!!   Oh, baby!!  It's cummin'. It's
cummin'!!  Here it cummmmzzzzz!  Oooooohhhh!
OOOOOOooooooohhhhhhh!  NNNNNggggggggggg!  It's shootin',
babe.  Can you feel me shootin'?  Oh, holy shit!!
OOOOoooohhhhhhhhh!!!  OOOOOoooohhhhhhh!!!   OOOhhh!  Ooohhh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!"

With that he grabbed me at the waist and pulled my ass onto
his twitching, jerking, throbbing cock and I could feel his
hot lava exploding into me!!  I leaned my head back against
his shoulder and he grabbed my earlobe into his mouth and
began to suck on it like he was pulling cum from there to
feed his erupting love snake!!  "Nnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg!"
and other animal like sounds were all I heard - from us
both!!!

Slowly his passion began to subside.  He released my ear and
nuzzled into the crook of my neck and shoulder.   "Oh, shit
babe.. that was soooo good!!  That is one of the finest
asses I've ever fucked!!! I want more of that!!"

"If you can repeat that performance," I whispered back to
him, "you can have this ass any damned time you want it!!!
That was the finest ass fucking I have ever had!!!"

By now, I was almost flat up against the wall and he was
leaning on my shoulders and back.  He started to pull
himself out of me..   "no, don't pull it out..  let it stay
in there a minute more" I pleaded.

"Mmm" he replied as he leaned back onto me.   I could still
feel his now shrunken cock being tightly held by my
sphincter.   It didn't feel like it did before, of course,
but it did still feel good.  I wiggled my butt back against
him and he responded with a few forward thrusts to help
prolong the pleasures we had just shared.

Finally he pulled away and felt as the head of his now
totally softened member as it popped out of me.  I felt
empty, but I still felt well fucked!!  "Sorry,  Peter.  but
I really have to get out of here and get to work.  Wish we
could stay long enough for another round, but ."

Turning around, I reached down and took his limp cock in my
hand, lifting it and lightly stroking it.  "I know.  but I
want some more of that magical skin flute you were playing
with there..  I really do want some more of it .  when you
can."  I said in complete seriousness.  Reaching into my
pocket, I pulled out a slip of paper that had my name and
cell phone number on it.  "Honest.  give me a call when you
want a re-match.  I'll be here waiting."

"You can bet I'm going to call you," he said as he took the
piece of paper.  "A piece of ass like that doesn't come
along every day, and I plan to make good use of it while
it's around!!"

"Thanks,  Hank.  You have a nice day.and I'll be waiting to
hear from you," I said as we walked out the door and headed
for our cars.  "You take good care of that baby.  I want it
in good working order the next time we meet."

I hope you enjoyed the story.   It's been a while since I
sat down long enough to `create' one.  and I'd like to hear
from you whether or not you did like it.  I always answer
those emails (unless you are flaming me).  Just send them to
CNJShore9@aol.com.  ..and "Ciao, babe".