Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:31:04 -0800 From: Michael Gleich Subject: Cronicles of a Cocksucker part Six My Italian sports car, an Alpha Romero, Spyder, I called it Spidie, got me lots of attention. Notably from a cop, it was hard to tell if he was more interested in me, or my car. His first stop was to check my I.D. He was sure there was a mistake in my age. He would ask with a smile, "Pretty nice car for someone as young as you." Even my age stated on my driver's license, he questioned as well. I didn't mind him stopping me though, he had an easy manner with a few jokes and he never gave me a ticket. One day I had broke down. The sports car was a beauty all right but it was constantly in need of repair and I'm glad Bill gave me 'Carte Blanche' at his mechanic's shop, Paul's Automotive. Paul was to-die-for-gorgeous. Not only was he hot, but smart. He didn't just slap on oil filters, he was an expert at diagnosis and well known for his ability and love in restoring European sports cars. When I broke down, guess who showed up but my favorite police officer? I was blocking traffic. The car just stopped in the middle of the street while I was making a left turn. Cars were going this way and that, honking at me and angry insults were flying right and left. They acted as if I deliberately stopped my car in the middle of the intersection. No one would stop to help until Officer Dan showed up. "Trouble Mikie?" "Officer Dan, I'm so glad you're here." I could see his flashing lights in my rear view mirror when he pulled up blocking me from being hit. "You steer over to that curb and I'll push," he said. "Thanks!" He walked in front of my car and with a stern look at the cars on all sides, had them stop when he raised his hand. A two hundred and thirty pound man that stood six-foot four and looked like a weight lifter in uniform commands attention. No honking horns, no yelling of obscenities, the intersection was quiet when he got behind and pushed my car as easy as pushing a shopping cart through Macy's. I stuck my hand out to make a left turn and pulled my car next to the curb. "Mikie, you're so cute putting your hand out like that. I had to laugh, seeing you make your signal." "Well nothing was working on the car and I was so nervous. Nobody would help me," I said in exasperation. "That's what I'm here for Mikie. Do you have a mechanic?" "Sure do, Paul at Paul's Automotive. I'll call on the cell and have a tow-truck take the car in again. I was just there a month ago." "I know Paul, he's a good friend of mine. We belong to the same sports car club. He works on my Austin." It was hard not to notice the body on officer Dan as he stood next to me talking while I sat in the drivers seat; his crotch was level with my face. I couldn't help but make out his package. He must wear either a jock strap or tightie-whities, because the bulge was in one big lump that pushed the fly of his pants out like he was wearing swim briefs rather than black trousers. Even the trousers showed a considerable amount. After all, how do you hide all that bulging muscle? It has to fill out somewhere, and his uniform filled out very well. "Paul has always been helpful to me, but I'm not into cars like you guys are. Is it fun, being in a sports car club?" I asked and put my hand on the open window of my car, I could feel the heat from his bulge that hung just above my hand. Dan heard a horn honk and turned to see what it was. When he did, his basket grazed across the back of my hand sending a thrill up my spine. I could tell he had a very meaty package. "I'll move my patrol car while you make that call. I've got a break coming. I'll meet you at Paul's. Okay Mikie?" "Sure officer Dan. Thanks!" "That's what I'm here for, protect and to serve," he winked at me and I could feel the full weight of his basket resting on my hand before he turned and walked to his patrol unit. Dan was a gentle giant. I never felt afraid, or intimated by him from the first time he stop me and asked to see my license. His smile had dimples and the sparkling white teeth were a perfect match. He was like the big brother I always wanted and fantasized about, someone big and strong who'd watch over me. The tow truck driver knew me too. Paul told me to call a guy named Bull, tow guy if I couldn't get the car to him. He worked at a gas station near Paul's shop. He was a great guy too. I guess it was the way he was built. Thick and a bit heavy and always chomping on a cigar that he got the name Bull. He would make me laugh with his stories about being in the marines and I think he enjoyed my company. I sewed a button on his uniform shirt once when it popped off while he was hoisting my car up on his tow truck. I carry a small sewing kit for emergencies, and he really appreciated it. I sat next to him in his tow truck as he drove us to the repair shop, me sewing the button on, good as new, while he told tales of life in the marines. I think he liked being a marine more than anything else. He always said when I'd call, "That button you sewed on? It will outlast this damn shirt. That's a fact." I'd giggle and tell him I'd be glad to sew on any buttons that needed it. He'd laugh and ask where I broke down this time, and come straight out and pick me up. Bull pulled into Paul's and I jumped out to tell him the car was here. Paul said Dan, was on the line and said he decided to take the rest of the day off. If I'd wait around a bit he would swing by and give me a ride home. I told Paul to say thanks; I'd like that. Bull had the car down and was ready to pull out when I waved goodbye. He winked with a grin and that stogie of his chomped in his big jarhead mouth. He was pretty good guy and I thought hot in a rough way. He liked his marine haircut and always wore his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up that showed off his Marine Corps logo tattooed on the side of his pumped bicep. "I'll take a look at the car. What happened?" Paul asked. "It just stopped dead right in traffic, no signals nothing. Officer Dan was there and helped me get it over to the curb." I followed Paul out to where the car sat in his lot. "He said you guys are in the same car club." "We sure are and looking forward to this weekend's rally. We're driving up in the mountains on a course, staying at private resort in the woods and doing some rides on the back roads the next day." "Gosh that sounds like fun." "Why don't you join our club Mikie?" Paul asked. "Oh, you guys know all about cars, even Volkswagens beat me at the lights. I'm afraid to get a dent in my car, it's so beautiful." Paul popped the hood and looked inside. He was so hot in a natural way. A body made strong by hard work and he had a great attitude. I noticed how nice his pants fit his ass. In fact everything fit real well. "Well it was made to race Mikie." Paul said and stood up wiping his hands on a shop rag. "Oh, I know. I'm not the race type though. I sure do love riding in a sports car with someone who knows what their doing. What a thrill that is!" Paul smiled while cleaning his hands and looked me up and down before turning back to his office. "Mikie I won't be able to get your car ready if I need to order something. You know the routine with these high performance foreign cars." "That's okay, I have some books for the weekend and a show I'd like to see." I said following behind him. "Hey!" It was officer Dan pulling in the lot in his full sized pick-up. I smiled and waved as he got out and walked to us. "Thanks for giving me a ride. I could take the bus home, but getting a ride with you would be great." I had to look up, because he towered over me so. He ruffled my hair, "Glad to Mikie. How's the car?" he then shook Paul's hand. "It might need a part so I'm out of commission for the weekend." "I told him about our rally this weekend," Paul said. "That's a great idea! Mikie, I've seen you drive, no offense, you're a real safe driver, but I could give you some tips that would set your tail on fire boy. Would you like a few pointers? Come with me, I always get a big room, you can stay with me." Did I just hear heaven's call? I thought. "Gee officer Dan..." "Dan, Mikie. Just call me Dan," I looked up at him, he was so fucking hot, in his civilian clothes you could see every muscle in his torso, every cut in his stomach, his bulging pecs and his nips that stood up perky and luscious. Big arms that made the sleeves of his T look like they were about to rip. His huge wide chest narrowed to a tiny waist and then a solid big ass on tree trunk legs. No fat at all where his belt held the jeans and his T-shirt tucked in. The black boots made him even taller. I couldn't imagine how I was going to keep from looking at him if he walked around nude in the room we'd share. I don't know if I could keep myself from touching him or at least asking if I could. I had more of a boy's body. Not that I was soft. I had definition. I was just smaller than other guys and my smooth baby like skin didn't help. I still didn't shave like other guys. Bull always looked like he needed a shave. Didn't matter what time of the day. Paul was fair like me but Dan, he was a black haired, gray eyed walking wonder. Everyone seemed to like to ruffle my hair, I was always pushing it back out of my eyes when they did this, but I liked the way they grinned at me afterward, so I never told them to stop. And I did have a cute little bubble butt that seemed to get more than a few glances when I walked by. Even my mom said she wished she had pouty lips like mine; she'd never need lipstick. Dad of course cringed when she said this, but I took it as a complement. "Well Mikie. What do you say? Have something better to do?" "I'd love too and thanks for the offer of teaching me some driving tips. I know I could use some." "No problem buddy. Paul, we'll see you tomorrow at Flapping Jacks?" Dan asked and then put his hand on my shoulder guiding me to his truck. "See ya first thing in the morn, and let the best man win," Paul said with a smile and a goodbye wave. "Is this going to be a race?" I asked getting in his truck, which was a bit difficult because the cab was up so high. Dan didn't seem to have any trouble at all; he just got in while I had to climb in. "Well, not officially, but yeah. We really kick ass out there and Paul is one tough driver to beat. He's smart as a fox." "I'll try and help you if I can." I said as we drove to my place. "You just hang on tight bud, you're going to have the ride of your life," he ruffled my hair as I looked up at him with my pouted lips that I moistened with a lick of the tongue. Dan told me to be ready, I was to keep it light, don't carry to much clothing since we would be crammed in his Austin Healy. It's a good thing I got up early because I just poured a cup of coffee when a knock came at the door early the next morning. I packed my bag the night before and had it sitting by the door. "Come in." Dan opened the door, "Hey, I'm glad to see you ready." "Have time for a cup before we go?" I asked. "Sure bud, thanks." He walked over where I was and looked around while I got a cup and poured him coffee. Handing his mug to him he said, "You have a swell place here, how in hell do you afford all this, if you don't mind me asking?" "Friends in high places," I said with a grin. "I have a house out in the burbs, It's a mess, I think the garage is cleaner since I spend most of my time there when off duty." "You look like you spend most of your time in the gym. You have a great body." He smiled with a blush, "Gotta keep in shape to catch the bad guys." The zipper on his leather flight jacket was open and his tight white T-shirt showed off every muscle. So did his blue jeans. Dan took a few gulps of coffee. I could see he was in a hurry, so I reached across in front of him to get my windbreaker and my hand brushed across the bulge in his crotch. Dan didn't move; he just stood there drinking his coffee as I retrieved my breaker and brushed across again, only now the bulge seemed to have grown since my first graze. I put the wind breaker on while he finished his coffee and I noticed that he pushed his hips out just a bit to make sure I had a good look at his package. He was packing either a gun or a ton of fun. "Well buddy, should we hit the road?" he said messing my hair. "I'm ready and able Captain." After brushing my hair back and unplugging the coffee, putting our cups in the sink I went to get my bag by the door, but Dan was already there holding it for me with the door opened. "Thanks, I can carry it," I said locking the door behind us. "It sure is light Mikie," Dan said hoisting the bag up and down. "Well you told me to pack light and that's what I did." "Are you going to be warm enough, we're going up in the mountains you know." "Sure, this windbreaker works real well." "Well, just in case it doesn't, let me know. I'll make sure you're warm," he then slapped my ass in a playful way. His whole hand hit both my butt cheeks and while he was putting my bag in the trunk, bending over a bit, I thought, I couldn't cover one of his ass cheeks with a smack of my hand; he was so much bigger than me. We got in his British-racing-green Austin with the hood down and took off with a squeal. It was a real thrill and we were such a handsome couple. Everyone, men and women would look at us when we pulled up to a light. When we hit the open road it was still early in the morning. Dan was right, I was freezing but I didn't want to say anything, in fear he might think I was whining or wanted the top put on and it was way to much fun riding with it down. Dan must have noticed because when we stopped for a light in a small town, he took his leather jacket off and put it around me. "If your goose bumps got any bigger, they'd be as big as your biceps," He said grinning. I wrapped myself in his leather flight jacket. Oh to smell the leather and him made my dick so hard in my baggy shorts. I was able to tuck my legs underneath me and get covered in his heady warm jacket that came to his waist when he wore it. "Thanks Dan, that did the trick." "Anytime little buddy, you should have put more clothes on, but I have to say, you look pretty damn good in those shorts. They fit your butt real nice." "I have a tailor friend of mine that I take my clothes too. I have to buy my wardrobe in the boys department because nothing in men's fits me. It's so embarrassing." Dan reached over with one hand while driving with other and fixed the collar on the jacket so it covered the back of my neck and ears. "Mikie, you're as cute as a button, as my mom used to say. Did you know that?" He ran his hand through my blond hair and then stroked the side of my face with his fingers. It sent a chill up my spine to have him touch me. I looked up at him and then reached over and put my hand on his arm after he put it back on the steering wheel from stroking the side of my cheek. "I think you're pretty good looking too Dan. I've never met anyone built as big as you." He blushed with a big smile and then laughed. "You like my build Mikie? Why don't we get a little more comfortable," then Dan took my hand and put it on his thigh near his crotch and after that, put his arm around my shoulder drawing me near him so my head rested on his side under his arm. His body gave off an incredible amount of heat. His side was solid and muscled and very warm in spite of the wind chill factor. He didn't seem to mind the cold at all. I let my hand go to his crotch and he spread his legs a little wider so I could feel him all I wanted. My hand couldn't cover his entire basket. I had to move my fingers around to feel it all. It was big. His dick was big, his balls were big, he was just one big guy, and I couldn't wait to see him nude or taste that luscious cock I've yet to see. He just smiled and drove while I feasted on feeling him up. He moved his arm so that he could play with my nipple under the jacket. He rubbed it lightly with his finger making it hard and getting me excited until a wet spot formed on my shorts. "Looks like your dick's getting hard Mikie," he reached down and rubbed my cock in my shorts and then went back to playing with my nipple." "Dan, I'll shoot if you keep this up. Can I pull your cock out?" "I'll get that bad boy out for you, we have a few minutes before we're at Flapping Jacks," he unzipped his jeans, reached in and hauled out the biggest dick. It flipped up hard like his body, coming almost to his chest. I reached over and put my two hands around it. "Fuck, this is really big," Bending over I started licking it like a lollipop. "Dan, I love your dick, its beautiful, just like you are." "You like that Mikie? Like playing with that barracuda of mine?" I looked up and saw him smiling at me, just driving down the road with that big fucking dick of his hanging out and me licking and feeling it. "I love playing with it Dan. I could do this all day. Can I suck it?" "If you can get your mouth on it. Sure kid, go ahead." I admit it held a challenge, this dick wasn't just long, it was as big around as I could get my two hands too hold it. That dick of his called to me, I put my lips on the head, working it and getting it good and wet. Some pre-cum came out and I lapped at the slit, using my tongue to coat the rest of the head of his cock and then I relaxed. Making sure I relaxed the muscles in my jaw, and it was hard too because I was real excited, I took the whole head in. As it filled my mouth I started to suck on it, nurse it. "Oh baby that's good. You got the head in. I can't believe it. You have the whole fucking head of my cock in that boy mouth of yours Mikie." It was a lot of cock too. I only had the head in my mouth and there was more. A lot more to go before I got down where my nose would be tickled by his short hairs, smelling his hot cop crotch. I had a lot more fucking cock to go. "Mikie we're almost there, you gotta let my cock get soft honey so I can get the horse back in the barn." It looked like a horse's cock too, "Okay, but it's all I can think about Dan. It won't be long will it before I can play with the pony?" "No baby, not long, but I can't walk around saying hello to the gang with my fucking dick hanging out." "You would look so hot Dan if you did." "Thanks honey, but the guys wouldn'..." "You're right, if you did that, I'd never get a chance to have it myself." Dan laughed and took his hand off my nipple, giving my hair a tussle, "We'll I wouldn't want to deprive a hot-shot like you? Your going to help me out on the course, I'll have to make sure you get treated real good." Dan put his hands on the wheel and up ahead I could see other sports cars on the road. I looked back at Dan's dong now arching out over the seat, it had softened about half way but hadn't loss any size. It was just as big only softer and I wanted to get back to playing with his cock. I think I'll drive around the block once, give that cannon some time to cool down. Now don't keep staring at it Mikie. It makes me want that mouth of yours on it." "Okay, I'll behave. But it's hard not too." "Tell you what, find the chart in the glove compartment. Get it out and put our names on the top and the mileage in after I pull up to the diner. "Will do Captain," I said with a salute. "That's a good soldier, maybe then I can stick this sausage back in." His grin was infectious. He had the prettiest eyes and dimples. That raven black hair, cut short and smart with a kind of spiked front at the forehead, made him look like an American hero. And he was in my eyes. When he pulled up in the parking lot of Flapping Jacks there were sports cars everywhere, along with the hottest guys. "Hey Dan, who's riding shotgun?" one of the guys asked as we parked. "Wouldn't you like to know? He's my bud, Mikie." "Mikie, meet Stan, the slowest guy on the road," Dan said, getting out of his car and shaking hands with a tall good-looking man. He had pins attached to his jacket and a clipboard. "Stan's going to take the mileage, and our names, but if he asks for your phone number, you don't have to give him that," he said to me with a wink. "Hi Stan. This is my first rally and it sure looks like fun." "Well, I hope we see more of you. Sure do, hope we see a lot more of you," Stan said, leaning over and checking our mileage and I think me as well. "Paul is in the coffee shop. I think you have time for breakfast before we begin," Stan said. I took off the leather jacket and handed it back to Dan who put it on but left the zipper open. He took my hand and said thanks to Stan before walking to the coffee shop. It was wonderful to see all the guys look at us as we walked through the crowd, and I'm glad Dan had my hand because it would have been hard to maneuver through the crowd on my own. Dan seemed to part the sea of guys with his size and I felt safe with him and very proud to have such a friend. Inside, the booths were crowded with hot guys. But in one booth Paul had his hand raised and when Dan got sight of him he made a beeline with me in tow. "About time you got here, been saving you two a seat," Paul said. "Hey little buddy," Bull said sitting across from Paul. He scooted over to make room for me. Dan took the seat next to Paul. "You have a sports car too Bull?" I asked. "Naw, I don't drive them, I just haul them," he said, "I'm here in case any of you get in trouble along the route. Got my tow truck parked around the corner." "Gee I'm glad to hear that," I said. Paul piped in, " We all chip in for Bull's room at the resort. Nice of him to follow along in case any of us break down." "What'll it be Hon," a waitress came up while we were talking. She had flaming red hair and was thin as a rail with the reddest lipstick and a pencil stuck in her hair. "Coffee and the Flapping Jack Special," Paul said. Taking the pencil out of her hair she scribbled on the order form while Dan and Bull gave her the same order. "That's three flapping specials, what about the kid?" "Do you have a small portion of Flapping Jacks?" I asked. "Sure Hon, want milk or juice." "Coffee," I answered. The waitress looked at Dan as if he was my dad to see if it was okay. "If the kid wants coffee, let him have it," Dan said with one of his infectious grins. "Three full orders of Flappin' Jacks. One child portion, and four coffees, is that right Hon?" she asked no one in particular. "Sounds good," Paul said. When the waitress walked back to the kitchen I said, "Gad, she thought I was too young for coffee just because I can't eat a whole lot." Bull put his arm around me and gave me a quick hug. "Ahh, you don't worry none, your fine just the way you are. Ain't that right guys," Bull said to the Paul and Dan. "Sure as hell is," Dan said. "Looks like a great day. Sun will be shinning and not much wind," Paul said as he handed Dan a booklet. "Here's the course route with locations for pit stops. Bull has his already." Dan took a look at the booklet and then handed it to me, "Here ya go co-pilot," he said smiling. I took the booklet and my heart started to race when I opened it. There was a directional list with mileages between turns on one side of the directions, and total miles on the other with the resort at the finish. While I was studying the route, the busboy had our coffee on the table "Looks like Mikie is hooked," Paul said. I looked up and the guys were smiling at each other. The waitress was there with a tray handing out platters of pancakes and bacon. I looked at mine and it was huge for a small, but the guys' plates were even bigger. "They don't short you here at Flappin' Jacks. That's for damn sure." Bull said when he saw my expression of the pancakes stacked high on each plate and the strips of bacon piled up on their sides. "I'm having so much fun, thanks to you guys." "Well, we're glad you are and just wait when we all head out. You ain't seen nothing yet," Dan said as I felt his boot rub against my leg. We ate and talked, mostly the men talking with each other. I couldn't help but look at the course booklet, trying to figure out where the turns would be. I wanted to be the best co-pilot and make Dan proud of me. "Hey guys, its about time for us to get ready," Paul announced. I looked up and the place was emptying out, a lot of the booths were now vacant with piles of plates left on the tables. My plate was still about half done but I was already full. Dan reached over, and while he took the bacon I left, said, "You gonna eat that partner?" I smiled, "It's yours Dan, I'm stuffed." I looked at the table and the three of them had finished everything on their plates to my amazement. I've never seen men eat so much and not have an ounce of fat on them. Bull was thick, and a bit of a gut, but he was as solid as his name. Taking out my wallet to pay for my bill, Paul stopped me and said he had taken care of it, so I thanked him and we walked out to our cars, Bull walking to the street corner where his tow truck was parked on a side street. Dan's car had, like all the other sports cars, numbers taped to the sides of the doors. It was so official looking and cars began to line up at the start line with a crowd of onlookers standing on the sidewalk. We got in and I checked to see that the number on route booklet was the same for our car. Dan looked so happy, waving to friends and beaming. I think he was proud that he had me in his car because a lot of guys were watching us as we pulled out and got in place for the start. The cars were revving and everyone seemed excited. There was a bang from the start gun and the rally started to move forward. At first the pace was slow through the small town near the base of the mountains as towns-people cheered us on, but as we got out of town and there was less traffic the speed picked up and soon we were zooming along. What a thrill it was to feel the sports car's engine vibrate while Dan went through the gears, every once in a while passing someone. The scenery whizzed by on a beautiful sunlit day, and the wind blew on us while we sped up the mountain road. I kept an eye on our mileage to see when our turns were coming up but Dan seemed to know where to turn before I could say anything, I guess it was his instincts as a cop. I put my hand on his thigh like I use too with Bill and made Dan smile. He moved my hand over to his ample basket and I began to knead the meat in his jeans. Soon he undid the fly and let his cock and balls spring out. They were so fucking big, big balls, big cock, just like he was-big. With my small size and his big dick, I could easily lean over and begin to lick and suck his cock. It wasn't long before I was back to fitting that bad boy in my mouth and Dan was loving it. I had the head in, all nice and slick and while the engine vibrated and we bounced around on the mountain roads I began to work more of his cock in my mouth, then down my throat and before long I was pumping my face up and down on that fucking dick of his. God it was good too. Big fucking hard dick that stayed hard, and up. It was amazing for its size to stand tall as it did and I worked that fucker over and over with my mouth and lips. Before long, his pubic hairs tickled my lips, and he was groaning and moaning. I'd get way down on that fucker and just suck. Kept it down my throat and suctioned that dick of his while both my hands held on to the base of his cock. Dan put his hand on the back of my head and pushed until my mouth hit bottom and then let up. "Jesus, Mikie you are one fucking good cocksucker. You know that sweet lips. You are a great dick licker." His cock was slick with my spit and his cock juice. The slime let me slide up and down that pole over and over. I could feel it going down my throat and coming back out. Feel it fill me with hot cock, the way I liked it, the way I wanted it. The miles went on and my mouth did too. I'd stop and look at that slick piece of meat glistening in the sunlight before I dove back down and heard him moan some more. He let me have all the cock I wanted as much as I wanted. Sucking on the head, lapping at his piss slit, I was able to lick his balls, lapping them while trying to get the big globes in my mouth as both my hands stroked up and down his cock and Dan drove faster and faster. He reached over and pulled my shorts and underwear down, taking my dick in his hand, he started to jack me. Before I could stop him, I started to shoot long and hard. I shot all over the cab of his car. "Christ, Mikie. Your spunk is everywhere. You shot off really fast baby. But that dick of yours is still hard." I stopped a moment in my cock sucking, "I'm a fast shooter and my reload works pretty good too," I said before going down on his dick once more. "I think I'll feel up that little boy butt of yours a while, before you shoot again. You've got the prettiest ass, small and round. I bet that little hole of yours is sweet tasting." His fingers that were rubbing my nuts went down to my crack where he used some of my spunk to lube my butt hole. "That little hole of yours Mikie is as tight as a duck's ass, baby." I cuddled up on his stomach, nursing his cock and spread my legs so he had good access to my butt. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and squeezed, played with my hole, licked his finger and played with my butt-hole, finger fucking me as he drove his car around the mountain roads with one hand. "Shit baby, this is good. I can't wait to get to the lodge and strip you down. I'm gonna eat you like a chocolate cream pie, Honey." "While I nursed and sucked Dan's prick, he didn't seem like he was going to cum anytime soon. All the while pre-cum would glisten at his piss slit and tasted real good. I got all the nectar I would ever want, but that meaty dick wouldn't give me any of the jizz milkshake I longed for. Determine to get him to cum before the finish line, I focused all my talents on that monster cock. I stroked, sucked, licked, I moaned and groaned while I had his dong down my throat and swirled my tongue around the head. It stayed hard and up the whole time while I tried everything I knew to milk it for its honey. Dan drove on, sometimes his hand left my ass so he could shift gears or to use both hands on the steering wheel, but as soon as he was done, his fingers went back to feeling my butt, cock and balls. When he saw I was about ready to shoot though, he would back off. I would look up into his eyes with a pleading look when I was about to cum. He'd smile at me, give a wink and then push my head down on his cock. What control he had, it was incredible, but I was determine to make the giant mine. I had my legs spread so he could enjoy feeling my little butt, and my dick and balls. All the while my lips, tongue and throat roamed over his cock, my hands reached under his shirt, feeling the six-pack abs and hard pecs with his nipples jutting out. He was like an iron-man, every muscle toned and bulging. The man smells from his groin was an aphrodisiac to me. When my face went into his pubes, his cock deep down my throat, I would bliss out and moan from being filled with his big dick while smelling and feeling the heat of his crotch. My legs spread, I bent them over so my little hairless butt-hole could wink at him. He rubbed it and fingered it and grabbed the cheeks of my ass while I blew and sucked mile after mile. "Mikie, honey. Were near the finish line. We'll be at the lodge before long." "Dan, I want some cum from your big dick," I pleaded holding on to his dick, slick with my spit. "You're going to get some too baby, but later tonight. I've got a real surprise for you." "A surprise?" I said going back to licking the piss slit when more of his clear nectar formed at the opening. "You'll find out later, but right now, we gotta get ourselves ready, a crowds going to be there. There's a rag under the seat, why don't you clean up some of that boy jizz you splattered all over and let my cock get soft enough to put back in the garage. Okay baby? You're going to get a lot more cock later on. I promise you." "Promise?" "Don't you trust me? I'm a cop, would I lie to you baby?" Dan took a quick look at the road and then kissed me so tenderly. "I don't want you to wear out before the party starts baby, this was just a warm up to what I've got planned," he smacked my butt in a playful way and then put both hands on the wheel as he passed another car. I decided to leave my underwear and shorts off until the last reaching under the seat and finding the shop rag, I made it a point to kneel and bend over giving him a good view of my rosebud when my cheeks spread. "Baby, you're such a fucking tease. Put your shorts back on, I can't be looking at that pretty little boy-butt of yours and get this barracuda of mine back in my pants." I gave him one of my devilish grins and laughed, "Okay, I'll behave if I have too." Slowly like a stripper, I pulled up my jockeys, first covering one cheek and then the other. I knew Dan was watching me. After I finished with that I rubbed my ass and bent over showing him my butt covered with the thin cotton white underwear, delaying to raise my baggy shorts. Finally just as I was buttoning them, keeping my legs spread, I looked over to see Dan's cock start to go soft. It lay between his legs, hanging over the car seat just a bit. He was waiting for it to get a little softer before he could pull it back into his shorts and pants. It was beautiful. His legs spread with his balls laying in the seat and that thick, long cock of his going over his nuts with part of the shaft and head hanging over the edge. It was all I could do not to get on the floorboard and look up at his magnificent tool, waiting for me to nurse it again. I had just finished cleaning up from our playing around when I looked up and saw the lodge coming in view. It was so pretty. A deep blue sky against snow capped mountains in a pine forest and a clearing of green meadow where the wood lodge made from logs and stone stood majestic. Flags waved in front and a banner came into view. Some sports cars were already there at the finish line. And a crowd of people lined the driveway to the lodge. I looked over at Dan, who had put his horse back in the corral and he looked over at me, gave me a wink and then ruffled my hair. "How you doing sport. Having a good time?" "I' sure am Dan, I'm having the time of my life." "That's good. Tonight, your going to say that again," he said and then pulled me up to kiss me once more before we drove to the entrance of the lodge. Please let me know if you enjoy the stories. I like hearing from people, it's a great reward to a writer, to hear people enjoy their stories. mgleich@earthlink.net The second part of this, what happens at the lodge, will be the next story in the series. The posting of which depends on time and how much interest there is in the stories. Thanks to those who have taken the effort to tell me how much they like Mikie's adventures in Chronicles of a Cocksucker.