Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 21:27:03 -0700
From: Mark Smith <evanstory800@hotmail.com>
Subject: Middle of the Road - Part 2

The wind whipped my hair into my face as we sped down the deserted highway
in John's BMW. According to my limited navigational skills, we were just
entering the Mojave Desert. It was spring break, and John and I had decided
to take a little road trip together. Our parents still didn't know about us,
so they thought it was just a typical male bonding trip. I laughed at the
thought. Well, technically it WAS a male bonding trip, just a different kind
of bonding.

I was reading my John Grisham novel as John drove. We would switch positions
every 3 hours or so, to keep awake, but I could sense the car veering off to
the right presently, so without taking my eyes off my book, I slid a warm
hand from John's knee up to his inner thigh. I felt his firm thigh muslces
tighten,  the car quickly correct itself. I laughed, and I saw his mouth
curve into a playful smile out of the corner of my eye. I put my book down
on my lap, reached over and removed his black sunglasses, exposing his
beautiful blue-green eyes. I unbuckled my seat belt and slid across the
divider onto his lap, straddling his muscular torso. I could feel the
impressive bulge in his jeans grow even more impressive. My lips met his, my
tongue probing his mouth, his tongue readily returning the favor. I reached
down and unzipped his pants. His massive dick shot out of the newly created
opening. Apparently he had decided to go "commando" today. I grabbed his
thick 9 inches and pumped slowly up and down. His huge arm muscles, wrapped
tightly around me but still reaching the steering wheel, convulsed wildly. I
slid down below the wheel, wrapped my mouth around his gigantic meat. Slowly
I bobbed my head back and forth along the rod. His bare foot massaged the
bulge in my own jeans. I moaned, a difficult endeavor considering my rather
full mouth, and after what seemed like hours, John finally came. I lapped up
the salty liquid off of his cock, eagerly cleaning off the glistening head.
I slid back over into my seat, picked up my book, and continued reading,
leaving John with a large, limp, wet dick hanging out of his pants, and an
astonished look on his face. I laughed again, and said "Here, let me get
that for you"

I reached across the divide and places his sunglasses back over his eyes. He
broke into hyserical laughter, his still-exposed dick flopping in rhythm
with the bursts. That caused me to laugh wildly too. Our BMW streaked
arcross the desert, our laughs carried far into the desert night.

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yeah, this one sucks, but I kind of have writer's block, so I'll be sure to
get something a little more meaningful in in the next installment. Comments
and suggestions are appreciated. Reach me at evanstory800@hotmail.com