Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 19:25:02 -0500 From: Dan Ouellette Subject: Small Town - 01 - Selling My Car Selling My Car So you all know that I recently moved to Willcox, Arizona. Well, I had two vehicles, an SUV and a Dodge Stealth. Who needs two cars? I was deciding which vehicle to sell. I weighed the pros and cons for about two weeks. The car gets better gas mileage, the car is older, but has fewer miles, the SUV is automatic, the Stealth is standard, the air-conditioning works great in both, fairly new tires on both, I could sell either one for the same amount of money, etc... I then decided more personal pros and cons. It would be harder to have sex in the Stealth while the SUV has fold-down seats, I could probably pick up a guy cruising him in the Stealth quicker than in the SUV, but if I wanted to head out across the desert I would need the 4-wheel drive, Someone would probably buy the gas saver quicker than the gas hog. So, I decided to sell the Stealth. I put the car near the side of the road with a For Sale sign, the price, and my phone number. Three weeks later and still no calls on the car. So I take the sign out and park it back in the driveway. The next day I get a call asking if the car was still for sale. I say yes, and this very young sounding voice starts asking me questions about the car. We agree to meet up the next day. So Friday rolls around and the kid shows up with his Mom and siblings in tow. His name is Paul and he is a cute young man with short brown hair and the build of a two by four piece of lumber. Ok, maybe a four by six, but he still had no butt, no chest, and what looked like skinny little arms. OK, back to the meeting. Paul takes a look at the car and asks if he can come by later with his father. I say yes and off they go. Later the evening Paul and his father show up. We talk about the car for a moment and then I let them take the car for a ride. Upon their return I notice that neither one of them could control their excitement, though I will say they tried very hard to do so. We talk about the car for a few more minutes and the father says they'll take it. It appears as though tonight is Paul's graduation from high school and the car is his graduation present. So we arrange to meet at the DVM the following Tuesday. Tuesday morning I head over to the DMV with the car. It wasn't very far from my house, so I figured I would walk back after transferring the title. Paul was already there. He was sitting in a beat-up pickup truck with a rather handsome man. Turned out to be his older brother. Wow, he was hot! Paul's mom then shows up and we go in to do the paperwork. Once it was all completed, I thanked Paul and started to walk out of the parking lot. Paul shouted over and asked where I was going. I told him I was walking home. He told me to wait, then turned to his mother and talked for a minute. His mom got into the pickup with the brother and Paul walked over to me. He told me to get in, he would drive me home and maybe I could show him how to handle the stick. I wanted to tell him it was as easy as handing his dick, but held that info in. We got into the car and he started it up. He was having trouble putting it into reverse, so I told him I would show him. He took his hand off the gearshift, but I told him the only way he could feel where the spot was, was to have his hand on it when I shifted it. Paul placed his hand back on the gearshift and I put it into reverse. When I took my hand off from his, he said maybe I should leave it there and show him where the rest of the gears were. So I put my hand back over his. I lived about three quarters of a mile from the DMV, so I figured I wouldn't spend much time with Paul. When we got to my house, Paul asked if I could show him more. Again my dirty mind was working overtime and I said I would be happy to. So we drove past my house. We were about three miles down the road when he said he thought he had the hang of it and I could take my hand off the gearshift if I wanted to. I decided to leave it there. Paul had this big grin on his face when I didn't take my hand off from his. After about 2 more miles of cruising down the highway, he lifted his hand and took my wrist. He then gently placed my hand onto his crotch and asked if I could handle that stick. Without missing a beat, I had his fly opened and his nice seven inch dick wrapped in my hand. I told him to keep heading east and I would try to handle his stick. I then smiled and went down on him. Just as I get the head of his dick in my mouth, the car starts swerving into the next lane and back. I come up off of him and told him he needed to keep the car under control or I wouldn't be able to finish. He said he would try harder. As I went back down on him the moaning started. I could feel the car swaying a bit but not as bad as before. It didn't take long and Paul shot about eight spurts of cum into my mouth. I licked and sucked him dry then sat back up in my seat. Paul glanced over and thanked me for his first blowjob. I looked at him in shock and said first blowjob. He said yes. We decided to turn off the freeway ramp and head back to my house. On the way back I asked him how old he was. He said he turned eighteen two days ago. I thanked the lord for that. The more he talked the more I found out. He wasn't gay, but he also didn't have a girlfriend. His brother was bragging about having received a blowjob in his new truck from his girlfriend the day he bought it. Paul said he figured I was gay the day him and his father came by because I was checking out his father's butt. So he figured if he couldn't find a girl he would ask me to give him one. I asked him why he didn't have a girlfriend yet. He was a handsome young man, had a great personality, and liked to talk. He said he dated a few times, but wasn't all that good with kissing and making out, so the girls he had dated made fun of him and told the other girls in town. So he stopped asking girls out. I told Paul all he needed to do was learn how to kiss and make out. He said he asked his brother for help, but his brother just laughed at him. He didn't have many friends, and he didn't feel comfortable asking any of them for dating advice. We got to my house and I invited him in. I told him I would answer any questions that I could to help him become a better kisser. We went into the house, got some refreshments and sat down on the couch. Paul turned to me and said he thought the only way he would figure it out was for me to show him. I told him it would be best for me to describe it first. I was about half way through when Paul leaned over and grabbed my shirt. He then moved his mouth to mine and began kissing. I must say, he wasn't all that bad. So I gave in and started kissing him back. We kissed each other for about fifteen minutes, when Paul stopped kissing me. He remarked at how much fun it was, but he was getting a hard-on and need to reposition it. He rolled over and shoved his hand down his pants and straightened out his dick. He then rolled back over on top of me and headed in for another kiss. We kissed for another ten minutes when it was my time to rearrange some stuff. When I broke the kiss to do so, Paul suggested we get naked so we wouldn't have to keep stopping. So we stood up and stripped. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only did this kid have a great swimmers build under those baggy clothes, he had a rock solid ass and a set of balls to balance out the weight. Now I was really horny. I grabbed Paul and pulled him down on top of me. While we started up our kissing again, my hands found that sculptures round ass and started playing. It wasn't long before Paul started panting and soon unloaded his cum between us. That was my cue and I did the same. That didn't stop the kissing though. He seemed to go at it with even more passion than before. Of course my hands never left his butt. It started to get dark and I suggested he might want to consider leaving. His mom was probably worried about him. He agreed with the worry part but decided to call his mom instead. I overheard him say he was spending the night at a friend's house. Once the phone was back on the cradle, Paul leaped over the back of the sofa and right on top of me. He smiled and said he hoped I didn't mind. Oh, what the hell I thought... I started feeling a bit hungry, so I turned and looked at the clock. Oh my god, we have been at it for almost eight hours. It had been eight hours since we left the DMV and started out with the blowjob in the car. Man time flies when you are having fun! I pushed Paul off of my and suggested we get something to eat. He realized he was hungry too. So I reached for my pants and Paul said no, lets hang out naked. That sounded good to me. I enjoyed looking at his body as much as possible. I figured after tonight it would never happen again... We went into the kitchen and started looking in the fridge for something to eat. Paul suggested ordering pizza delivery. That worked for me so I call and place the order. The person taking the order tells me one hour and I say thanks and hang up. I turn to Paul and tell him we have an hour before the pizza arrives and suggest a shower to clean off the dried cum. So off to the shower we go. To save time (ya right) we shower together. I soaped up Paul and he soaped up me. We explored ever inch of each other's body until we both had hard-ons again. Paul knelt down and took my dick in his mouth. The kid was a pro. He knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, and where to press with his hands. I decided he was playing me, but hey, I had an eighteen year old giving me a blowjob... It didn't take long and I was shooting down his throat. I didn't expect it, but he swallowed. When he finished milking out every drop, he looked up at me grinning and asked how his first blowjob was. I told him it was great, but I'm sure it wasn't his first. He assured me it was and his grin got bigger. I was in the middle of returning the favor when I heard the doorbell ring. Paul was standing, so he jumped out of the shower and ran to the door first. He threw open the door just as I came around the corner in my towel. It was the pizza guy. I was thinking of how handsome he was and how familiar he looked, when I heard Paul say that he thought it was his night off. The pizza guy said he was filling in for a sick co-worker. The pizza guy looked from Paul to me and then back to Paul. He handed Paul the pizza and turned around and left. Paul closed the door and headed for the kitchen. He placed the pizza on the table and grabbed some plates. When I entered the kitchen I looked at Paul and said something about him knowing the guy. Paul looked up and said ya, that's my brother Phil, the one who dropped me off at the DMV this morning. Out loud I said oh, that is how I know him, but in the back of my mind I wasn't completely convinced. Paul and I ate the pizza, watched a little TV and then decided it was time for bed. Since we were already naked, it was easy to decide how we were going to sleep. After getting into bed and cuddling up, I reached down and stroked Paul's dick. It was raging hard. Then I realized I had started something in the shower that needed to be finished. Paul giggled as I maneuvered my mouth down to his dick. It didn't take long and he was shooting fresh cum down my throat. We must have fallen asleep in that position because when I woke up his hard dick was still in my mouth. What a great way to wake up! Although a good brushing and mouthwash sounded good right about now. I carefully got up and headed for the bathroom. In the middle of brushing my teeth, Paul walked in, or should I say his dick walked in with him following. He stood at the toilet for a few minutes unable to get his dick to go down so he could pee. I suggested he use the shower and rinse it down after. I laid out a new toothbrush and toothpaste and headed back to bed. Paul came out of the bathroom and cuddled up beside me. His hard-on was still raging and poking me in the side, so I reached down and began stroking it. About the tenth stroke I felt this warm feeling on the side of my leg. Paul cocked his head up to look at me, smiled, and said thanks. We woke up again about an hour later. I had work to do and Paul said he needed to go home before heading off to work too. Before he left he asked if he could come over after work. I declined and told him he needed to hang out with his friends or maybe find a girlfriend to practice his making out skills on. He said no, I think I'm gay, then headed out the door. I worked around the house all day wondering why he said he was gay. Granted, we had a great time, but he assured me he was straight. Later that afternoon I stopped by his work to grab some lunch. After sitting down, Paul came over to take my order. There were many people around so we kept our conversation light. When he brought me my check, there was a note on it asking me to nod yes or no to the question on the back. I turned over the note and it said "Can I please come over tonight?" I nodded yes.