Date: Tue, 06 Oct 1998 08:07:54 +0200
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: "Driving Me Wild"

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Time: 07:57 Tuesday October 6 1998 
DRIVING ME WILD by natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they
rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put
down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual,
married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my
real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature
eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no
violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me
know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an
explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free
to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone
interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my
writing is to make you feel good. Really good.
If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is
why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our
real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex
is idealized the way we would really like it to be - raw skin and no
rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!
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"Driving Me Wild" by natan10@hotmail.com
	I had decided that instead of taking the Greyhound to get to you, I would
hitch instead. Hitchiking is actually a great way to get to a destination,
as you never know who you could meet. Of course you must always be very
cautious when standing alone on a stretch of road with your finger out
hitching as there are some very weird people out there. But I was totally
filled with anticipation, the sun was shining and I was in great spirits -
so my eyes were always on the lookout. Now, thinking back about that day, I
relive it over and over again ...

	The sun was warm and a soft breeze stirred the leaves. I felt refreshed
and ready for the trip. I only had to wait about half an hour before
someone pulled over. I distinctly remember hoping that he would be
friendly. He introduced himself as David, and proceeded to tell me that his
destination was the same as mine. I was obviously excited and he offerred
me the lift. He told me that it is a two-hour ride to my destination from
where we were, so I may as well put my knapsack in the trunk of his car,
which I happily did and then, thanking him for his offer, climbed aboard.
In a flash we were off.

	We were driving down the road at a nice pace and I was taking in the
sights. The country around his neck of the woods is beautiful I discovered.
Rolling hills and plenty of tree coverage. The country road twists and
winds through the rolling hills. It was a very relaxing sensation. I
glanced over at my driver and found him to be a bit older than myself. He
told me that he is married with 4 children and he was returning from a
3-day business trip and anxious to get home. I told him a bit about my
sojourns and, in this way, we were able to enter into pleasant
conversation. At the time, I couldn't stop thinking about my family who I
missed terribly. My wife had just been promoted to head of her department
and the kids were away at summer camp. I was on my way to visit my cousin
whom I hadn't seen in about 2 years.

	David began to turn the topic to sex and I started to feel a bit
uncomfortable as this is something I don't usually discuss with other
people. Only my loving wife. I noticed that he continued to look at me
while driving and I also had noticed that his eyes wandered frequently
across my body and down to my lap. For some reason, I felt a slight twitch.
Trying to ignore this feeling, I changed the topic of discussion, but David
was adamant. Not wanting to be rude to him, I began to answer some of his
questions and conversation. "Sure," I've had sex with other women before my
marriage. No ... never really thought about homosexual sex. "Of course," I
said, "I know there is a growing interest in homosexuality, although I have
never given it any thought." He proceeded to tell me that he is gay and do
I mind having a lift with someone who is gay. "No problem", I told him ...
I am a free and easygoing individual. I respect my fellow man and know that
there are many kinds of people on this globe. Actually, I have been curious
about the gay scene. Homosexuality is really no stranger to me. We have a
few friends who are either gay or bisexual and they have on occasion tried
to get me more interested. I usually just joke with them, but have never
thought of myself having sex with a man.

	I had taken an even closer look at my driver and noticed how incredibly
handsome he was. I remember thinking to myself then that if I were gay, I
definitely would be attracted to him as he was "male" to perfection. The
perfect face - chiselled, structured. An aquiline nose. He had a swimmer's
chest, yet not too broad from "overworking" and his thighs strong and
thick. We stopped for a coffee along the way and I saw David's full stature
as we left the car to go into the truck stop. He watched my eyes on him and
I guess his mind was thinking something entirely different from my own as
he then winked at me. Being the "flirt" that I am in my normal life, I
instinctively smiled and winked back at him. A wink is always infectious!
We finished our coffee after a nice 20-minute conversation about the
country we were driving through and our families. I began to take a liking
to David, as he seemed so pleasant, not aggressive, with a soft, kind face
with striking blue eyes.

	We got back in the car and continued on our way. We were only driving for
about 10 minutes when I saw David put his hand on the seat between us. I
didn't understand why he was doing what he was doing, but he proceeded to
"massage" the seat between us. Very strange, I thought.  I fixated on this
as it was an unusual thing to do and, being the very physical person that I
am, this attracted me as it filled the car, and myself, with a very sensual
feeling. As could be expected, it began to make my cock begin to expand. I
then noticed a very distinct bulge in David's pants. He obviously felt
excited and I noticed that he put his hand on this bulge and shifted it
around a bit. I guess he became a bit embarrassed. I told him that he
shouldn't have to worry. "Nothing embarrasses me". Once again the topic
turned toward sex. He asked me if I ever thought of having sex with a man.
I told David that I was very happy with my life with my wife and I had
never even thought of sex with a man. Upon reflecting back to that day and
experience, I remembered that while we were discussing this matter, my mind
had roamed and I was investigating my feelings more in depth and I told him
that idea did not repulse me. As I said, I am not embarrassed by anything.

	David then asked me if I minded if he took off his shirt while we drove as
he was quite hot. I told him that he was free to do as he wished. He
stopped the car, got out and stood up right next to the driver's seat and
unbuckled his pants a bit. He took off his shirt and I couldn't help but
notice once again of how handsome he was. His physique held a fascination
for me. But there was something about his body. I gazed at him and at his
body and took a very close look at his face as he was taking off his shirt.
I told him of how he looked very familiar to me and I couldn't figure out
from where. He responded by telling me that I was correct - he is a
well-known model. His chest had the perfect spray of hair. His abdomen was
completely flat, yet muscular. He had a magnificent tan.

	He got back in the car and I couldn't help but notice that he left his
belt buckle undone and the zipper was down a bit. He definitely had a bulge
in his pants. I also noticed he was wearing old-fashioned boxers but of a
brilliant shade of blue. Quite noticeable also was his "fly", which was
spread open a bit, giving me a view of his crotch. I couldn't take my eyes
off of him. He noticed this and his hand went down to his crotch and just
rested there while he continued driving with one hand on the wheel. My eyes
did not have to go down to my own crotch to know what was happening. All
males know that feeling. I was definitely getting a hardon and I started to
get quite turned on by this situation, the scenery, David and myself. And I
know that he noticed.

	Without warning, he moved his free hand once again to the seat between us
and again began to massage the seat. I couldn't keep my eyes off his hand.
It kept circling the material and pulling it into his palm as his hand
moved closer and closer to me in every-expanding circles. I found this
totally erotic. I was now fully erect and I was dumbfounded as to why. This
should not have been happening to me. I'm married. I'm happily married. Yet
there I was. A huge boner. Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed. I was very
turned on.

	And then I did something which, to this day, I will always remember as it
turned my life completely around - I told him how turned on I was. David
then mentioned that it was natural. Many guys were turned on by him. After
all, he is a model and in the public image and he is known for his
incredible physique and appearance. He then put his hand on my thigh. I
didn't stop him. I actually gave into him. He began to fumble in my crotch
and I just relaxed even more, adjusting my body in order to give him easier
access. Once again, I couldn't believe I was doing this. It all seemed so
natural. I reminded myself of my own freedom from inhibitions and the way I
was brought up by my loving parents. Never to let experiences escape. To
experience life and all it has to offer. So I had decided that I would let
whatever was to happen, happen. I told him that I was now definitely
curious as to sex with a male and what it was and meant and I told him that
it was actually an honor for me to be "seduced" by someone as famous and
handsome as he.

	He pulled his hand off my crotch and placed it back on his own. David
pulled his cock out from his briefs and I saw the most beautiful cock I
have ever seen in my life. It was about 8 inches cut, with a thick shaft
the color of slightly whitened coffee. The base was covered in the darkest
hair that I had seen. The mushroom head was a perfect shape and stuck
straight up and over the steering wheel. He began to run his hand up and
down his shaft in a very sensuous, erotic way. My hands automatically fell
into my own crotch which David noticed. He suggested that in order for me
to start to feel comfortable with another man in this position, I should do
the same. I unzipped my pants and pulled my own throbbing shaft out. David
then told me to release it even more by lowering my pants. Desperately
wanting to explore my feelings and wanting David to aid me, I did as he
suggested. I put my hand under my buttocks and pulled my pants down along
with my briefs, allowing my own 7-inch cut cock to stand completely free.
His hand immediately encircled the shaft. He was kind enough to ask me if I
minded and I said not at all. We felt close to each other. It felt correct.
It felt warm. It felt good!

	And then more and more strange emotions began to take their hold on me. I
found that I actually desired to have sex with him - the first man ever in
my life. For some reason, it all felt as natural as ... well ... just
sitting there. I moved my hand across the void between us. I hesitatingly
put my palm around his shaft and gently felt the skin and rubbed his shaft
a bit with my hand. He suggested that if I wanted to try something
different, I should lean over and put my mouth on his stick. Once again, I
followed my teacher's orders. He should know. And I felt comfortable. I did
so. It felt really really nice. While I was leaning over the seat between
us, my head in his lap, he once again moved his arm all the way over and
encircled my own cock with his hand, but not before he ran his hand around
and all over my back and felt the top of my buttocks a little.

	Was it a sign that I had been looking for this? What was it exactly? I
actually then suggested that we pull off the road, as I was getting
increasingly turned on by our movements! I was astonished with myself when
I told him that I wanted us to get undressed and completely free and didn't
want our movements to cause an accident. David did not have to think twice,
and very shortly after, pulled off the road. I began to tremble in
excitement. A new experience. A strange feeling. Sex with a man. My own
sex. My feelings were driving me wild.

	I discovered that I was much too excited by looking at David's cock. I
didn't even hear him tell me that he wanted to take the blanket he had in
his trunk and that we should move over to the shady area under the trees
which were about 10 metres from the car.

	I had begun to perspire with anticipation. David actually thanked me for
happening along the road while he was on his way home. He said that it was
sheer luck that he had this chance meeting with me. David continued to
expound on how lucky it was for him to find a partner (which he said he
always wanted) that was as "open" and as "free-spirited" as myself. He
continued by saying that he found me intriguing and very stimulating. He
was very excited about the fact that he was "my first" and that he was
going to "break me in". I then retorted by telling him that I was honored
to have found someone as sensitive and understanding as he.

	We were both then filled with mutual excitement, and a sense of immediacy
pervaded the atmosphere. We jumped from the car, David pulled the blanket
from the trunk and we quickly moved over to the ground and laid the blanket
down. Then we just stopped and stared at one another. Instinctively, we
both pulled towards each other and embraced. We held each other tight and
our mouths met - tongues probed ... searched ... seeking ... together in
mutual desire. We fell to the ground and continued in our embrace. We paced
ourselves just a little slower, as David really wanted me to enjoy the
moment and the sensations which he said he wanted to give me.

	He asked me to undress him. A bit shakily, I reached over and pulled his
jeans down, leaving his sexy briefs attached to his waist by his own
request. He proceeded to pull my head down and placed it on his chest,
telling me to lick around his nipples and see if I liked it. I felt just a
little uncomfortable as I was still dressed. But I did as he said,
immediately forgetting that fleeting feeling. I heard a soft moan escape
his mouth. He told me to use my hands to "explore" his body. I did so and I
took about 15 minutes to search him out, yet still feeling a little
hesitant. He lifted himself a bit from the blanket and leaned over and
kissed me. He then told me to lie completely flat. I laid flat on my back
and awaited the next episode. He slowly leaned over me and ran his hands up
and down my body, massaging a little here, a little here, asking all the
while if I was enjoying the feelings. I nodded my head in obvious approval.
He slowly unzipped my zipper. His hand wandered around through the opening,
searching and touching. I was on fire. He lowered only slightly the top of
my briefs and pulled the top part of my enraged cock out.

	My wife had never made me this horny! He gently took my hand and rested it
on his crotch while he lowered my jeans completely leaving me only in my
briefs. He then suggested, or rather told me, to rest my head in his crotch
and, if I felt good, to sort of "suck" on his briefs around his cock. It
was then that I realized why he was such a good teacher. The feeling was
wonderful. I began to surround his cock, through his briefs, with my mouth
and continued by gently chewing on his hard shaft through the soft
material. I felt the shape of his magnificent tool. While I was doing this,
he lowered his briefs only slightly to allow his cock to come a little more
free. I licked the sides, totally absorbed in my actions. His cock was
beautiful. An incredible and new feeling overcame me as I slowly inched my
mouth up his shaft. It was the statue of Adonis. Now filled with wild
abandon, my hands hastily pulled his briefs right down and over his cock.
My mouth hungrily covered him.

	I was amazed at my own actions. I had never dreamt in my wildest dreams
that I would be doing this to another man. It was obviously David's
incredible sex appeal, working on me like a magical spell.

	I bobbed on his cock with a frenzy I never believed I had. He moaned more
and more as I pumped ever faster with this new-found emotion. Suddenly, I
felt a spray of hot delicious cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed. I
drank every drop while moaning and writhing with the experience. I sucked
him completely dry. I exulted in my emotions. David told me he wanted more.
He wanted my cock down his throat and he also wanted to drink from my cup.
His cock remained rock-hard. His eyes wandered over to me and my own
throbbing tool, precum flowing like a river from the cockhead. David's
mouth watered as his hand found its mark around my shaft, milking every
drop of emotion from me.

	Once again, as if rehearsed time and time again, we moved into a 69
position - David deep-throated me while I once again sucked him down my
throat. I massaged his cock, loving him, loving the feeling, emotion
flowing in torrents from my entire being. David moaned even louder as I
sucked like a vacuum, telling me what a magnificent lover I was. He praised
my instinctive feelings and actions. My body was wracked with sensations I
never knew possible. My precum disappeared down his throat. The perfect
teacher! He taught me in one very short hour what it is like to love a
man's body. Passionately, I exclaimed: "Thank you David!" and,
instantaneously I exploded - my hot manjuice finding its way down David's
throat, while he retaliated by shooting his second load which I hungrily
devoured - deep, deep down into my belly where it remained.

	I then turned around and kissed David, my kiss and searching tongue
expressing to my  teacher the experience that he gave me which I will take
with me for the rest of my life.

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I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more,
please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige.
natan10@hotmail.com

And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper.
It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your
fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.