Automobile Fantasy

One of the users on the board had mentioned an interesting little car cruising spot not too far from me, and on a rainy Wednesday night, I had nothing better to do, so I figured I'd go check it out... By the time I found the place and got settled in, it was about 10 PM, and I was kind of surprised to see lots of other cars there too. I didn't think they were all there for the same thing I was, but I've since learned differently...

About 10:30, another car...a big, black town car (might have been a Cadillac), pulled into the spot next to me. What I saw behind the wheel was something straight out of Italian-Watcher Heaven. Because of the shadows, he was back-lit, but I liked what I saw. Young - couldn't be more than 22, 23. Black hair in the classic Brooklyn cugine style. A football jersey.

Since it was my first time there, I wasn't entirely sure of the etiquette, so I just stared. He stared back. Gradually, the stares got more and more intense, and I knew I had to do something... I got out of the car, looking like I was casually stretching. Walked around a bit. Felt a drop or two of rain...nuts. I knew I had to move quickly. I steeled up my nerve and walked over to his car, noticing that he had his window open a bit.

Jeez...looked even better close up. I revised my estimate...he was maybe 20, tops. And his fucking basket! I don't think I've ever seen jeans mounded like that. I took a deep breath and decided to go for broke...

"Hi," I said. "Want a blow job?" (To this day, I can't believe I said that...) He looked up at me, as if noticing me for the first time. "I'm real good at it," I added. He looked me up and down, and the next sound to be heard was him popping the locks on the car doors. I dashed around to the other side of the car, swung open the door and hopped in; just in time, too, since now it was -really- raining. We looked at each other for a minute, and I said, "Hi, my name's Mike." "John." A real conversationalist, I remember thinking. "So," I said, "you want that blow job?"

He just looked at me and nodded, and I reached over and ran my hand up his leg, from his knee to his groin. Muscles...and in the middle, a pretty fucking sizable basket. I kneaded it, and he thrust his crotch outward a bit and moaned.

I dropped my hand from his bulge and whispered, "Take it out." He didn't waste any time; raising his ass up off the seat, he ripped open his jeans, pulled down the fly, yanked down the waistband of his briefs and tucked it under his balls, and sat back down.

My God! I consider myself something of an expert on dicks, and I have to admit to rarely having seen such a perfect specimen. Perfect shape, maybe 7" long, real fucking thick...and hard as a rock. I bent over for the bird's eye view, and I think the little mental snapshot I took will last me forever. Picture a cock that perfect, suspended over two hairy balls, stiff as a board, with a line of dark black hair tracing it's way from his pubic hair up to his bellybutton (which was now showing since he had hiked up his t-shirt as well). I gave the head a lick. Then the shaft. Then the head again. Then the shaft, and this time I kept going down and nuzzled his balls a bit. Licked the left one, then the right one, then both of 'em, sucking 'em both into my mouth. He seemed to like that - I heard him say, "Oh, fuck, that feels great!" when I did it. Naturally, I did it again. Then it was time to go back up the shaft, slowly. Lick around the head again.

Suck a bit. I wanted to deep-throat him, but it was too difficult to do with the steering wheel banging against my head, so I concentrated on the head of his cock, keeping it locked in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and finally getting the hand I wasn't using to balance myself between his legs to massage his balls. He was thrusting his ass up and down off the seat, saying "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!" over and again. I moved the hand from his balls to his shaft and ran it up and down in time with what I was doing with my mouth. His breathing got heavy and I felt his shaft thicken and get even harder. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" he gasped, and I pulled my mouth off, keeping my hand right where it was, stroking him, stroking him hard. Although I was watching his cock and balls and stomach, from the corner of my eye, I saw him pull a Handi-Wipe or something from a pouch on the side of the door. He jammed it onto his gut, and with that -- whammo! He creamed, shooting all over the rag, up and onto his t-shirt, and all over my hand. "Aw, fuck!" he said, timing it with each shot, three or four times in all.

Finally, he stopped pumping his load out, and looked up at me while he wiped off the head of his cock and stuck it back into his white briefs and then put the whole package back into his jeans. "Thanks," he said, "That was fuckin' fantastic!" He smiled, and it was then I realized that at some point during the whole thing, I had creamed my jeans, without even taking my dick out. Now -that's- something I haven't done in a l-o-n-g time! By now it was really pouring, so we just sat there and bullshitted for a few minutes till it let up. I found out that my guestimate of his age was only off a little...he was 18, and a senior at Canarsie High School. The football jersey was for real. And it was his dad's car. I sure wish my dad had a car when *I* was 18.

Bathhouse Twins

I needed to get my rocks off, plain and simple. At 33 years of age, 6' tall, 160#, with blond hair, blue eyes, a well-toned, smooth body, and a 7" cock, you would think it wouldn't be too difficult, but I find myself jerking off by myself far more often than I'd like to be. If I had the time to spend in bars I might meet someone more often, but I'm so busy with work that I have to content myself with the occasional computer contact and a not-so-occasional quick whank in a movie theater or bathroom. The night I'm writing about was one of those days when I needed it bad but didn't have the time to go hunting for, so after getting home from work and deciding I didn't want to be there, I hopped a cab uptown to the baths where I have a membership. I was glad there wasn't a wait or I'd have raped someone in the hallway (similar things have happened there already). As soon as I was in my cubicle, I stripped down till I was wearing just my jock and decided to take a look around the place.

There were the usual assortment of losers and trolls and twinkies, a couple of studs, but nothing really interesting. I figured it was still early yet so after a quick shower (my body looks better wet), I headed back to my roomette and laid down, keeping the door open so I could check out the passersby. Watching that parade is always fun: there are the guys who think they're better than you who just walk past without really looking (and sometimes it's warranted, but most of the time it isn't). There are the guys who look in and almost drool that I'd never make it with but who make me proud of the effort I put into my physique. There are the old guys, especially one who crawls around on his hands and knees in a dog collar (he looks like a pit-bull-raisin). And every now and then there are the special ones, and that's what I was looking for tonight.

I'm glad I didn't have to wait too long, because my balls were really at the boiling point. As I was looking out the door, these two guys come by. They looked so much alike they could have been twins (it turned out they were). They were both in their early twenties, both about 6' tall, both about 155#, both with good definitions, and both wearing equally bulging towels. As soon as I saw them, I knew I wanted them. Both of them. At the same time.

They stopped the first time they passed (the one behind almost knocking the one in front over), and looked in, looked at each other and then kept going. Fine, I thought, I'll play your game. I figured they'd be passing once again, so I rubbed my crotch a bit until my dick was good and hard in my jock, and then I positioned it so it was real obvious. Sure enough they came back, and this time they didn't walk away. I reached down and rubbed my cock in my jock and the second guy started playing with himself under his towel. I waved for them to come in. The one in front stuck his head in the door and asked which one. I said, "Why don't both of you come in?" They did.

The door was shut and their towels were on the floor quick as a wink. They had identical dicks, too, uncut, average size, and for the first time I noticed they both had identical "treasure trails" of fine little hairs from their navels to their crotches. Neat shit.

We were soon a writhing mass of hands, tongues and dicks, and I lost track of who was doing what (which was exactly the feeling I wanted), and my jock soon joined the towels on the floor. It felt good. Real good. The first one (Bill was his name), asked me if I'd fuck him. I said sure (who wouldn't?) and groped around for the lube and the rubbers they give you when you check in. The second one (Brian), looked a little lost, but then I had a great inspiration: would he like to fuck me while I was fucking Bill? He sure as hell did.

It took us a minute or two to get the rubbers on and assume our positions. I lowered myself into Bill's ass slowly, teasing the rim of his hole with the tip of my cock, then sticking in it, one hard inch at a time. He took it like a pro, and my root was soon buried to the hilt up his tight, hot ass. Then I shifted a little and Brian started shoving his cock up my ass. He started gently until I told him I needed it rough, and then in one thrust shoved his entire cock right up my ass.

Christ, did that hurt! I loved it, and with the momentum from his thrust, I was fucking Bill. In that combination, in that position, there was no way to do it long and slow, so I didn't even try. I went for fast and furious instead, and we were all have a grand ole time fucking the daylights out of each other. We were really making a racket - one guy someplace shouted, "Ride 'em cowboy!" - but I didn't care. As much as I wanted a long slow fuck, the pace was too much and I found myself ready to come long before I wanted to. I told them both I was going to shoot off - Brian said he was too. I suggested we do it at the same time - Brian agreed. We went for it.

It was a fucking earthshattering orgasm. I could feel Brian blowing his wad into the rubber up my ass - that sudden warm feeling - and I dumped my load at the same time. I was moaning and groaning really loud and felt great.

When we all got untangled from each other, I had intended to get Bill off, but as soon as he got up, I saw that he'd shot off just from the friction of his cock against the mattress. I guess he had a good time too. We talked a little bit (that's when I found out their names and the fact that they were twins, sharing a vacation from someplace or another), and then I went my way and they went theirs. That scene was enough to keep me sane for another week!