Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 11:29:27 +0000 From: ray humphreys Subject: night out My Name is Jack and this is my story. Cars have always played a big part in my gay life. I had my first proper gay sex on the front seat of an old Vauxhall Victor. There aren't too many of those about these days but they were brilliant for courting couples or gay guys who had nowhere private to go for sex. That was because they were big cars and had their gear lever mounted on the steering column. They also had a bench seat so there were no problems with trying to entice girls onto the back seat (if it was a guy no enticement would be needed) and no problems with gear sticks probing your nether regions as you tried to get your leg over. I had, like pretty well all young lads, played around as a teenage schoolboy but giving your mate a wank was as far as it usually went. I had managed to suck a couple of lads but never let them cum in my mouth as spunk looked a bit too much like snot and I found the idea totally repellent. When I was eighteen I was a little too fond of the beer and often returned home a bit the worse for wear. I lived in a small village with my parent's, brother and two sisters and my sex life was virtually non-existent. The one lad I used to have some fun with on a regular basis had joined the navy and I was reduced to practicing my manual dexterity on the few occasions I was alone in the house. One Sunday evening I caught the bus into the next town for a change of scene and a change of pub. The first pub I entered was empty so I ordered a pint and started to play a solo game of "round the clock" on the dartboard. I was on my third pint when a couple of guys entered the bar and having got themselves a drink they took a seat where they could watch me play. I noticed that they were both about forty years of age and were wearing ties. That was about as exotic as wearing a tuxedo in the spit and sawdust pub we were in. They were reasonably good looking except one of the guys had an enormous nose. He came over and asked if I wanted to play darts three handed. I was bored and happily agreed. His mate got a round in and we commenced play. As the evening went on they asked the occasional question like "Do you have a girlfriend?" and "Why hasn't a good looking boy like you got a girl?" They wouldn't let me buy a drink and I was rapidly becoming tipsy. I was still very naive and genuinely had no idea that the chaps were seducing me. Eventually it was closing time and I bade my new chum's goodnight and left the pub by the front door. I was walking down the street towards my bus stop when the Vauxhall drew up and the two men offered me a lift. I was pleased to accept and the guy in the front passenger seat got out so that I could slide into the middle seat between the two of them. We hadn't moved more than a few yards when the passenger placed his hand on my thigh and stroked it as he asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I was certainly enjoying his hand on my thigh so I simply said that I'd had a great time. On meeting no resistance from me his hand moved upwards and he started to stroke my cock through my jeans. I was already hard and he exclaimed in delight "He's got a hard on Harry and its lovely and big." I thought that it was time to return the compliment and I reached across and grabbed at his crotch. I hoped I was doing the right thing but the beer was making me bold and I just went for it. The driver released his grip on the steering wheel with one hand and expertly unzipped and flipped out his semi-hard cock. "Don't forget the driver." he said and taking my free hand placed it around his cock. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I'd had a great night out, these guys had bought nearly all my beer and now I had a nice stiff cock in each hand. Brilliant! We drove for a mile or so in this fashion then the driver steered the car into a field and drew up parallel to the hedge so we were completely hidden from the road. He extinguished the lights and swiftly proceeded to undo my belt and pull my jeans down to my knees. What followed was educational, extremely enjoyable and incredibly horny. We sucked and wanked each other, shifting around on the now pulled back front seat as the fancy took us. After a while I heard Harry's voice say "I've got to have him." I was leaned over the other guys cock sucking it as well as I knew how – not very expertly but with great enthusiasm. I felt a finger rubbing against my arsehole and gently probing. It was withdrawn for a moment and returned well lubricated with spit to work my hole. Harry told me to relax and it wouldn't hurt as he would take his time. I wanted his cock inside me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life so I continued sucking cock and waited expectantly. I felt Harry's cock press against my anus and begin to enter my man hole. It didn't hurt but it felt a little uncomfortable at first. I think sticking candles and other phallic shaped objects in my arsehole while I was wanking alone at home had prepared me a little for his invasion. He pushed forward and I could feel his cock filling me. He rocked gently backwards and forwards until he was sure I could cope, all the time whispering that I was a good lad and how much he liked being inside me. I was in my seventh heaven. When eventually Harry shot his load deep into my arse it triggered off his friend's orgasm and I was treated to my first taste of spunk as he filled my mouth with his man juice. It didn't taste as bad as I had expected and as there was nowhere to spit it out I swallowed the warm salty fluid and licked my lips. I felt Harry's cock sliding from my arsehole and felt an unwelcome emptiness after being so well filled with his man meat. Cum was leaking from my hole and I clenched by buttocks and tried in vain to suck it back inside. Harry reached around me and grasped my cock. He stroked my tool vigorously and I very soon sent my spunk cascading over the seat, my shirt and my jeans. I didn't care, I was totally satisfied and as happy as a sandboy. The guys dropped me off outside my house and drove off into the night. I never saw either of them again although I visited that pub often in the hope of bumping into them and getting a repeat performance.