Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 05:05:56 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: The Moon, the stars and the back of Michaels car

The Moon, the stars and the back of Michael's Car...

Copyright Alex Carr  2009

I felt his touch in the moonlight, stirring me like a flash of lightning.
Michael stopped along the coast road, wanted to show me the scene, so
beautiful  and so serene.

He switched off the lights so we could see the stars, "look enough and you
may even see Mars" my intrepid friend told me.

But it was more than that, I think we both knew we weren't't just friends
any more, since Friday night when  he asked me to stay. Well this was the
next day, the afternoon had changed to evening and the stars and the moon
shone  brightly, so brightly - was this the start of something I could never
have  imagined would happen with Michael whom I had met walking in the park

His touch lingered, made me feel so good, then he started to stroke his
hand along the inside of my jeans. OMG! It felt good, felt so very good.

"Peter, I think I am serious about you, do you mind?"

I didn't reply at once, we were making eye contact and I moved my thigh,
opened a little to encourage his manoeuvre there.  "I feel the same,
Michael, it is strange because I never thought I was gay, but I just know it  now."

His hand bundled me, just like Friday evening when we sat on his settee. I
just relaxed and enjoyed, It felt so good, so soothing and right as we both
 looked out into the night, not another being in sight.
"Shall we remove  ourselves to the back seat. more comfortable there"
Michael suggested, his eyes  glittering in the light of the moon. "It is a warm
night and you can slip them  off too," he said playfully tugging my jeans.

"You would like that, Michael?"

"I would, your stance is breathtaking, I can't wait to explore, you know
like it was yesterday, it was so good and I want that so much, haven't been
able  to think of anything since, and I want it to be replenished, I want
the taste,  the smell and the fuck of you, Peter."

He urged me to go into the back first, I placed my jeans over the back of
the front seat, felt a little vulnerable in just my boxer shorts but Michael
had  assured me the windows were tinted at the back and no one could see
in. "That is  just for my viewing ,"  he chuckled squeezing me there. He
urged me to  chill, prompted me to open my legs wide by placing one foot on the
seat and the  other off. "That's just nice, I want this so much, Peter, if
only you knew"

I had the feeling he was going to make a meal of me which wasn't far wrong
because soon I felt his busy fingers move up behind  the seam of my boxers
and ease out my already swollen cock.  I was in my element, just feeling
him enjoy me like that, it felt so good, his tongue working me, sucking deep
like that, all the time murmuring between his abound mouthfuls of my
uprising  cock  just how good I tasted and how he simply adored to suck cock.

I guess just laying there, in the back of Michaels car was something so
very special - and romantic really. I realised it wasn't all just about having
 sex, something else too. Feeling him doing those things with his mouth and
 tongue, me being all he wanted of me that night, he must have been down
there  for a good fifteen minutes just sucking and balling me, his hand
cupping and  gently squeezing all the time he arithmetically sucked me. I felt I
was a  certain need to him, I felt a sense of deep  belonging utterly
entranced in  what he was doing, feeling his head moving, swaying as he enjoyed my
cock in  different ways, even the slurping of his sucking was so very
intimate - and what  could be more intimate than having oral sex. I knew I would
suck him presently,  I could taste the pungency of his cock in my senses,
feeling its fullness fill  my mouth, soon to fill my ass too was a dream.

When he finished I was pulsing with arousal, he'd sucked my cream, licked
me dry as I'd enjoyed his heavenly pampering of me, but he wasn't finished
yet,  I could tell when he prompted me to change position and lean steeply
over the  back of the passenger seat he'd even placed a cushion over the edge
to make it  comfortable for me and I was soon bent and stretched feeling my
ass perched high  for his enjoyment, my  face busied in the passenger seat,
taking in the  scent of sex  when he had touched my up and made me pre-cum.
Stripped naked  now I felt so good just being all ass and balls for
Michael. He whispered that  he relished my ass, complimented me on it's tightness
and its lovely curvature,  stroking the cheeks , touching and nudging each
side, it felt good and I told  him so. I felt his hot breath as his tongue
started to lick me cheeks all over,  he whispered he would love to suck my hole
and of course I wanted that, "love  the taste of your cock and hole" he
said as his tongue started to penetrate  then, I felt the stretching, giving
me that wonderful feeling I enjoyed so much,  his rough hands stretching me
so very wide as he really went to town with me. I  simply chilled and
absorbed the wonderful sensual feeling Michael gave me, I  felt the certain urge
come for the feel of cock inside, moving my hips from side  to side as he
continued to suck me, his right hand coming down on my right  cheek, slapping it
with such gusto that it all felt part and parcel of what he  was doing.

"Fuck me, Michael, I so want that?"
He stopped what he was doing. I felt  the smouldering in my buttocks then,
I felt my hole surging for the feel of his  stiffness inside.

He didn't have to say anything, I heard him licking his lips, knowing he
was savouring the taste of me still, now he would want for me to taste him
before he would let me have it stuffed into my ass.
No problem at all, we  changed position again, he stretched out over the
back seat so that his eager  hard seven and a half inch cock presented itself
in the shadows of the evening.  "There it is then, Pete, get you mitts
around that!" he always said that, he  wanted me to roll it in the palms of my
hand as I worked its head, foreskins  stretched right back, into my mouth. I
loved doing that, his cock was  beautifully proportioned and so very firm
with that certain bend in the middle I  so loved to press back against his
belly so I could tease his balls, I started  to lick him all the way up from his
ripe red balls to his p-hole, tasted the  familiar salty taste of prime
cock ready for the fucking. It was simply lovely,  I sucked with ardour, felt
its flavour submerge my taste buds, all prime cock  filling my mouth with
ecstasy and it was so beautiful, " can I see?" he asked  switching on a torch,
He loved that, he'd taken a few pictures with his mobile -  he said he
simply loved to see my mouth enjoying his cock the way I did it, I  felt his
small finger stretch the corner of my mouth to see me take even more of  his
cock into it, stretched my mouth so wide and open, then I felt him surge  into
me and I knew he wanted it deep throat. I took a deep breath and went for
it, hearing the gurgle as it went in, I had discovered just how I could get
the  best out of it that way, his whole length into my mouth and throat,
then he  moaned as it slipped out, he was pounding for it now, he swing my ass
over the  edge of the seat once more and soon plunged his throbbing cock
directly inside  me , I felt its roughness take me deep and hard, heard him
panting so strong,  his hands firmly planted around my hips as he pressed it
into me full thrust.  The feeling was out of this world, I hade been sucked,
licked, pampered and  slapped and now the Waterloo, his prime fuck as I still
had the taste of him  deep in my throat.

And when he came I did too, that's how it was with us, the rhythm of our
fucking reached a certain pitch when we both knew we were there and could let
go  completely.

That was the magic of being  with  Michael.