A Time Away From Home - Travel Tales

[Minicooperinundies]

*This is a work of fiction and has not happened...yet.* Feel free to comment. I've hit a wall on the other story for now, but I am chugging along on it. Maybe through writing this one I'll get back on track. Thanks!

A Time Away From Home

(PART ONE)​

The time was when you had someone coming to see you, that you would make a big deal of the matter. I’m not saying he didn’t make a big deal; but a red carpet and fireworks would have been subtle compared to what he did. We arranged to meet up at the Hartsfield Airport, well; it only made sense because I was flying into Atlanta via Delta Airlines. So the day came when I was to arrive, he mentioned that he would be waiting at baggage claim to pick me up.

I pause here, because I was not expecting what happened next. My flight was uneventful and because it was under three hours, I didn’t get fed. Thankfully, I had purchased a snack bar at the airport before take off and a bottle of water the size of a third world country; so I wasn’t hungry or thirsty by the time the planes landing gear touched ground but waiting for everyone else to get off the freaking plane seemed to take longer than the flight. I swear it’s like these people don’t have anywhere to be. I just wanted to scream and shake the nearest child. Not because they were crying, I’m just mean like that.

Coming off the tarmac, I followed signs for the exit; I’ve only ever connected through Atlanta before, so this was new territory for me. Apparently everyone else from my flight knew where to go pickup his or her luggage. So I followed someone from my flight down, into the tram, and to the baggage claim. But what waited at the baggage claim totally blew my mind. There he was, standing with a sign with my name on it. Not only that, but also two champagne glasses in his left hand and a single rose protruding from his shirt pocket. I only knew it was him because he sent me specific details on the outfit he would be wearing. Nothing strange like a leather mask and nipple clamps, but just the shirt and pants combo. So, with palms sweating nervously, I approached him.

“John?” I asked.

“Yeah! Garrett; right?”

“Yep! Boy, talk about nervous. I think my first time in an airplane was less wrecking than this.” I laughed sheepishly, and hoped my deodorant was really working; it was suddenly three million degrees hotter in this airport.

“Let’s get your suitcase and head out. I have a limo outside for us.”

“Wait, what?! I thought we were just taking your car. Why a limo? I didn’t want a big deal.”

“Oh! It’s not because I’m making a big deal, a big deal would have been me telling you what’s under these clothes before you even pick up your suitcase.” He said confidently.

“Well now! That was unexpected. I’m just going to go over here and get my suitcase.” I said, hoping he hadn’t noticed my eyes scanning his body up and down to see if I could catch a glimpse of what was under his modest button-down shirt and linen pants. It is Atlanta after all, I don’t expect long and heavy jeans, except for the chilly nights. My cock had awakened at this point because it hadn’t been touched in a couple days, we had both agreed to withhold from orgasm until meeting, just to make it more; well, for lack of a better term: “Explosive”.

Luckily my suitcase was coming down the conveyor belt as I arrived at the right carousel so I only had to wait a few seconds before I could return to John and his sign. I blushed looking at him again; “This is crazy” I thought. Not the meeting part, but the fact that he’s gone to such a great length to make sure I have a good time.

“Alright.” I started. “Suitcase is here, let me just run to the restroom and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Okay Garrett. I’ll just wait over here by this door.” He said, making his way to the nearest door. As I turned to head into the nearest restroom to empty my bladder that had suddenly become the size of a hyperactive squirrels; I noticed him pulling out his cell phone and holding it up to his ear.

With my bladder emptied accordingly, I left the restroom and headed over to the exit door John was standing at.

“Do you want me to carry something for you? How did you get the glasses in here, and why? Also, what font did you use on that sign?” I joked. We had talked multiple times about stupid things heard on TV and such, so the joke was not lost on either one of us.

He kept giggling as we walked out the door. Suddenly, the heat of The South was on me like a plague of locusts, and the humidity was like I walked into a hot sprinkler in the middle of a black top paver.

“Phew! That is some heat!” I commented.

“Oh! That’s right, I forgot to warn you, we’re going through an early heat wave this year for some reason. Don’t worry though; I have the limo waiting with the A/C running right here.” He said nonchalantly, as he pointed to a stretch limo to our right.

“Wow! That’s a limo alright.” I said. The limo was awesome, about the size of three of my cars and more windows than my house. “I really didn’t want you to spend any extra money on this. Can we split the cost of the limo at least?”

“Nope, this is my idea, and you’re weekend vacation away. This limo and a couple other things are on me.” He said with a devilish grin on his face. We approached the limo, and to my surprise, from when we were about 4 feet away, the driver of the limo had jumped out of the front, and opened the trunk area to put my suitcase in. I was kind of hoping he would, after all, it was a limo.

After he had properly stowed my luggage in the trunk, the driver rushed over and opened the rear passenger door to allow us to get in. John got in first and slid over to make room. I don’t know why, it’s not like there’s a gaggle of men inside that he needed to make room for either. I slid into the seat and the passenger door shut behind me with a muffled “thump”. It was a lot softer than the usual sound a car door makes, or at least that I had heard before. Looking around, the back of the care had been dimly lit, there was some soft music playing; although I couldn’t be sure but I’m pretty sure it sounded like heavy metal but on Quaaludes, maybe a lighter side of Blue October, I don’t know. I felt the shocks of the car give under the weight of the driver, he wasn’t a heavy man, its just you notice these things when you’re amazed at the surroundings.

“John, I am in shock. I think the last time I was in a limo,” I started, but couldn’t finish the sentence, “Well I don’t remember when. Is this how they all are?” I turned to face him; he had slid almost all the way over to the other side of the limo and had this very sheepish yet masculine grin on his face.

“Not really. I requested this one specific. It did cost a little extra but I wanted to have a little alone time.” He started. “You see, the windows; they’re all complete one way. No one can see in, but we can see out. You see the divider between the driver and us? Once that partition goes up, he can only see out of the rear view by using special cameras that are mounted in front of his vision to see what is behind the car, and nothing in here. That’d all be fine and good to start, but I bet you’re thinking: ‘Why all the blocking?’ Let me answer, you see; it’s not only the view we’re blocking. I don’t know if you heard it when the door shut, but this rear compartment is almost completely sound proof. Oh, I don’t mean they can hear anything from back here. I’m saying that we can hear them, again, but they can’t hear us unless it’s the scream of a banshee going off back here.”

“So, what you’re saying is we have an isolation tank on wheels?” I asked, my cock stirring once again. I was hoping it was going where I thought it was going.

John reached on the control panel attached to the door and pressed a black button: “Driver, please proceed to take our previously discussed route and if we reach the destination before I or my guest signal you to do so, continue to circle the area.”

“Yes Mr. Gelso. Is there anything else I can get for you or your guest before we depart?”

“No thank you. That is all.”

“Very well sir.”

And at that, the limo started forward. Surprises abound apparently for this trip. I looked out the window at the people standing at the curb side; they all had their eyes shielded trying to catch a glimpse at who was in the limo that was pulling away. Suddenly I felt the strange urge to turn around. John had slid closer to me, and had his hand out to place on my leg.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here Garrett. It’s been a while since we arranged this and I thought you might back out.”

“I wouldn’t back out of this. It’s an adventure for me, as well as an awakening.” As I said that, I steadied myself, and grasped a handle above the seats and raised myself into standing position, as best as I could against the bumping and turns of the Atlanta roadway system. I had timed my flight excellently because as soon as we pulled onto the main artery of the Atlanta freeway, we were met with bumper-to-bumper traffic, which caused our journey to slow to a crawl. I used the time while standing, to slowly undo the buttons on my shirt. Underneath I had worn a tank top, I tend to chill easily on airplanes regardless of my destination. I slid my arms out of the sleeves and let my shirt fall to the floor of the car. “Would you like me to continue?” I asked with a devilish grin.

“Please do.” John replied.

I ran my hands over my chest and down over my abdominals, considering I had been hitting the gym pretty hard the past year or so, I had a little definition to show there, but that will have to wait. As my hands grazed over my abs, they soon came to the tops of my blue jeans.

“Atlanta does seem to be living up to its nickname of ‘Hotlanta’ today, don’t you think?” I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans and ever so slowly slid my zipper down; one tooth at a time. As I reached the bottom of the fly, I spread the gape in the jeans apart, and tugged slightly down, my thighs had grown from the gym as well so my straight fit jeans were no longer loose in that region. A thought came into my mind: “Would you like to help me with these?” I asked.

Obviously, John was enjoying the show so far because all he was able to do was nod his head as he slid off the seat and; while on his knees, made his way over to where I was standing. While he was on his way, I slid a toe into each of my shoes and kicked them off. I didn’t have any socks on, but I had made sure to shower this morning so my feet shouldn’t be odiferous yet. Gradually his hands found their way to my legs, he caressed each leg in a hand and slowly made his way up my calves, over my thighs and found the top of my jeans. He made a motion to grasp the top of my boxer briefs, but I pulled his hands away and said: “Not yet.” He only nodded once again and slid his fingers into the waist of my jeans and started to pull them down; all of the sudden the limo lurched forward about a foot or so, but just enough to throw me slightly off balance, and as his hands had my jeans around my knees, his head was right at crotch level and with the lurch, I thrust my hips into his face. “Oops. Sorry about that. Casualties of car seduction I guess.” I laughed.

“Not at all. Your cock felt amazingly hard through your shorts. I can’t wait to get them off.”

“Well, finish up with the pants and we’ll see where we go from there.” I toyed.

“You got it!” he said, sounding a little like a twelve-year-old who had just been told he could get a puppy for Christmas. And with that, he made quick work of my pants and had them at my ankles in less than a second. I lifted my left leg, he slid my foot out, I repeated with my right and he was left holding my jeans in his hands. Carefully, he started to fold them and placed them onto a little counter that was built into the side of the limo.

I stood there, in my boxer briefs and tank top. I decided to play a little game and asked: “Which would you like me to remove first. Now remember; whichever comes off first you only get to see whatever side I want you to see for the time being.” I’m not one for the tease or torture route, at least not the heavy ‘The secret word is Goat Cheese’ sort of way, but I can seduce a little.

“Wow. I love what view I have right now, I swear, I might bust a nut right here and now.”

“We don’t want that.” I said, as I turned and bent over to reach for my shirt. I made as if I was going to put it back on.

“Oh no! That’s not what I meant. I choose the tank top. The tank top!” He exclaimed quickly.

“Good choice.” I purred. I folded my shirt and gently tossed it over to join my pants on the counter. I then started to pull my tank top away, turning back around to make sure he had a good view of my chest. As the shirt slid up, I feigned getting stuck and pleaded gently: “Can you help me, it seems my shirt is stuck.”

“I’d be more than happy to do so.” He answered, as I felt his hands slide up my torso, over my abs, he caressed my pecs and even tweaked each nipple lightly as his hands came under the fabric of my tank. He then lifted it up, and brought his face in close and licked the back of my ear, causing goose bumps to breakout and a shiver to run down my spine.

“Oh.” I growled. “That was uncalled for sir. You’ll have to be punished.”

“And what prey tell does that involve?” He asked knowingly.

“For starters,” I started as I turned around to face him, my bulging member was throbbing in my shorts and begging for release. The fact that I was in a car surrounded by businessmen and women, families, and maybe even a motorcycle or two, had made my cock almost turn into a fount of precum and I had a large enough wet spot on the front to show for it. His hands came down over my chest as he leaned back and a whistle escaped his lips. “Let’s see if we can’t even the score a little.” I finished. As I said this, the car lurched again, but this time I had a good grasp on the handle and kept my composure. Once the car movement had equalized, either by continuing or stopping, I had grasped his hands, lifted him to an almost standing position and then gave a gentle shove so he fell back onto the rear seat of the car. He didn’t make to raise himself up so I made my way over while I got on my knees. Slowly and purposefully I crawled over to him, my hands reached his feet first, I undid the ties of his shoes, lifted each foot, slid the shoe and sock off then started to run my hands up his calves, first under his pant leg until I could go no further, then pulling my hands out, over the fabric. Once I reached his knees, I got myself into a better prone position so my face was crotch level. My hands traveled further north on his body, over his thighs, up his torso, over his nipples and to his chin. I traced my way around his scruff of a goatee and around his lips. His tongue darted out and wet my fingertip, as I followed it back inside his mouth, I bent to kiss his leg through the pants. I removed my finger from his mouth, and traced my way back down to the collar of his shirt my left hand met my right at the first button and slowly undid the top most buttons. At that, a little moan escaped his lips.

“Yes!” He groaned. I could tell by his posture that his cock was already hard and wet itself.

I undid the next button and stopped and said: “This is going to take forever, if only there were another way to do it quicker.” I joked.

“Rip it.”

“What? I can’t do that, this looks like an expensive shirt.”

“It’s a Goodwill find from 2007 that my grandmother gave me for Easter one year. I could give two fucks about it anymore. Rip the Goddamned shirt off!” He growled. I had awoken a beast apparently.

I grinned up at him, grasped the sides of his collar and pulled away from each other with all my might. There wasn’t so much of a fabric rip as there was the sound of buttons being torn off and flying through the air.

There he lay, sprawled out in front of me, his chest heaving with each breath while my hands held the remnants of his buttons in my hands. I let go of the fabric, leaned in, and stuck my tongue out; slowly I lowered myself down and started to flick my tongue over his left nipple. So it was as erect as my cock and almost as hard. I turned my attention to his right and gave it the same treatment. Once both nipples were well teased, I continued to trace my way down his torso with my tongue. I reached his navel and was met with the fabric of his pants. I opened my mouth, and bit into the button of his pants. I tugged it upward, downwards, left and right when it came loose on it’s own, or by sheer wishing. The zipper was next, again in my mouth; but before I started tugging I looked up into his eyes. He nodded furiously. I tugged downward, and as the zipper slid down over the fabric of his boxer briefs I felt the engorged outline of his cock through them, this was torture for him as well. I could tell by the size of the precum stain growing on the front of his shorts. I slid my hands under the fabric of his pants and tugged them down around his knees. I stood back up, and stabilized myself against a turn in the road.

“Now, lets see…” I started, as I straddled my left leg over his right, and then my right over his left. I lowered myself until our cocks were pressing against each other through our shorts. I slowly made to grind my groin against his while I ran my fingers over his nipples and tweaked them again. We both let out a little moan as our cocks were fighting to escape our shorts. “Do you think someone needs to come out and play?” I teased a little as I lightly encircled his cock through his shorts with my hand. “Cause I think he does.” He nodded even more furiously than before.

Luckily he had on a pair of shorts that had a fly on the front; that way I was able to slip my hand inside the fly, around the other side until I was met by the hot flesh of his erect cock. I sighed and looked at him, his eyes had rolled back in his head and eyelids were fluttering. “I think he likes me.” I purred lightly as I manoeuvred it back out through the fabric until his cock and balls were exposed to the air of the car. “Looks pretty hot to me. Let’s see if he likes push-ups.” I said as my hand slowly stroked his cock, twisting and turning; causing him to writhe in ecstasy.

“Oh Garrett. That is amazing. Don’t stop.” He pleaded.

But I had to, not because we reached our destination, which I didn’t really know where, but because I wanted this to go on. Our car had reached another backup of traffic, this time worse than the first and was barely even at a crawl. This made it a lot easier to get up. I crawl-walked over towards the front of the car and beckoned him to come over with my hand down the front of my shorts.


“You want me to take these shorts off or would you like to with your teeth?” I asked as softly as I could. “I want to test the soundproofing of this wall.”

“I will take them off with my teeth and enjoy every minute of it.” He growled as he worked his way towards me. His mouth pursed as he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, his tongue darted out and licked it was up to my balls inside the fabric. I moaned while he deftly licked every inch of my ball sack through my shorts, making them wet inside and out. “Mm mm, smells awesome. Can’t wait to breath that in firsthand.”

“John, you can breath it in, hold it in, and say you did inhale, just get these shorts off first.” I demanded.

“In good time, it’s my turn to have fun.” He said, his hand sliding under the elastic of the right leg hole of my shorts, his fingers grazing the side of my balls, causing another shiver to course through my body and a moan to escape my lips. “Now let’s see how you like it.” Suddenly, his hand came back down, grasped my cock and encircled my balls as well; he raised his wrist to make room for them to come out through the leg hole. Pulling it to the side, the fabric of my shorts made for an impromptu cock ring, causing the veins in my cock to engorge even more than before. Without warning, his mouth had totally encased my cock in its warmth and wetness.

“Oh. My. God.” Was the most I could express. Apparently he was adept at how to please another man with his mouth, he was doing things that I didn’t know could be done at the same time. Moving up and down, turning his head this way and that, his hands working in perfect synchrony with his mouth; one moving up and down on my shaft and the other tightening around my balls and gently pulling them down, all the more angling my cock down his throat. “You so need to stop that.” I said, putting my hands on either side of his head. “Really, unless you’re not ready to ride it.”

“Hehehehe. You’ll have to wait until you get those shorts off.” He giggled, his tongue licking around the base of my cock, up my shorts and to the band of them. He gripped them in his teeth, tugged up and then down, pulling them around my knees, and over my feet and off. “See, I told you I’d get them off. And boy oh boy, was it worth it.” He purred admiring my body with his eyes. I spread my legs to let him see the whole package. He licked the insides of my thighs, and then under my balls, up my shaft and around the head of my cock. “I’m ready and willing to ride that hard cock until the cows come home, twice.” He winked, stood, and removed his clothes and lay face down on a side couch right beside the one I was on. I stood immediately, my cock jutting out in front of me, a bead of precum slowly escaping through my piss slit.

“Do we have the appropriate equipment?” I asked.

“Right beside my ass.” He stated, pointing to the refrigerator/cooler door beside the couch.

I pressed on the top of the door, and it slowly opened upward, revealing a selection of lubes and toys.

“I see someone had this thought out.” I chuckled, pulling out a small vile of my favorite lube and a small vibrator.

“I did, don’t hold that against me.” He almost asked.

“I’m holding something against you, but it most certainly is not a grudge.” I said, throwing my left leg over his body , positioning my cock right over his ass. I spread his cheeks with my hands, popped the top of the lube open and dripped a few drops of it onto his hot hole. With the vibrator turned on, I ran it up and down his crack, and when his ass rose to meet the vibrator, I inserted the tip of it into him. A loud moan of pain mixed with ecstasy came out: “Oh god! Yes!” I worked it slowly in and out, just enough out though so the tip was continuously inside of him.

 

[Autolycus]

Wow! A Great new story - thanks for sharing it with us

 

[Minicooperinundies]

Glad you like Auto...waiting to see if anyone else enjoys it too. ;-)

 

[uncut702]

This is sooooooo hot, I can't wait for more! Thanks for writing!

 

[Minicooperinundies]

Part Two​

“You think this is good?” I asked.
“It is. It feels wonderful.” He commented. “But that better not be all.”
“Oh, that’s not all.” I said; and in doing so, removed the vibrator and lubed my own cock up. I leaned forward slowly, pressing my cock head until it was just against his sphincter muscle. “You think you’re ready for this?” I asked, adding a little pressure.
“I’m ready and willing; plow away man!” he was almost pleading and shoving his ass onto my cock.
“Whoa there cowboy. We’re taking this at my speed.” I directed lightly. I bent down, and licked the back of his neck then around to the side and nibbled on his left ear lightly. “You want my hard cock inside you?”
“Yes I do. I want your cock in me up to your balls man. Fuck my ass!” He really wanted it. So decided to forgo the teasing and torment this time. I gave my cock a quick few strokes to make sure it was lubed up good and slowly inserted the head into him. It was tight going at first, I figured that I had loosened him up with the vibrator, but he knew how to hug my cock with his ass and hug it tight.
I kept pushing forward, slowly, inch by inch of my cock being swallowed by his hungry ass. It felt like it took my 7-½ inches to go inside completely, not that his ass was cavernous, but when it only went in an inch, and I stopped, then another inch and stop, it takes time. After a few minutes, my entire cock was buried inside his ass, my balls pressing against the backs of his thighs. I wrapped my arms around his chest and hugged tightly. The time for tenderness had presented itself.
“This is amazing. I just want to lie like this for the entire weekend. Your ass is a wonderful welcome, the fact that we’re doing this in the car is great, and I can only imagine what the rest of the trip has in store for me. How would you like this? Do you want caring and attentive or should we just get the down and dirty?” I asked, grinding my hips into his in a circular motion. He squirmed under my body weight and tightened his ass’ grip on my cock.
“I was just going to say the same thing, but for now, I say we try something a little on the down and dirty side.” I could tell from his inflection that he had been waiting for this moment and had almost played the whole scenario out in his mind.
“Then lets get this ass broken in today.” I said as I pulled my arms out from under him, placed both on his upper back, which put me into the plank position over him with my cock inside. I raised my hips up, bringing the tip of my cock just to almost coming out of him. Then in a deft move, I thrust downward fast, plunging deep inside of him, the force causing a harsh breath out of him. I quickly pulled back and then thrust down again. “Oh god, your ass is amazing. It literally feels like you’re trying to milk the cum out of me.” I could feel my balls starting to tingle with the feeling of ejaculation, so I started to change up my motions. Every other thrust downward; I would grind my hips against him forcing my balls against his ass. He had a few tricks up his sleeve and would counter-rotate his ass almost forcing my cock deeper inside of him. I had an idea and pulled my cock out completely. I grasped his right leg, and turned his body over a little and straddled his left leg while holding the right over my shoulder. I aimed my cock back at his ass and plunged in with no hesitation. Because of the change in position or maybe because of the fact that I could see the emotions going over his face in waves, but I was ready to go the distance.
“This is better. Now, get ready, I’m so drilling your ass hard John.” I really didn’t mean to give him warning, about what was going to be coming his way, but the moment struck me appropriate.
“God this feels great. I love the way your cock feels inside me Garrett. I am so close to cumming and I haven’t even touched my cock yet.” He was right, but I could see not only did he precum in his shorts, but also on the seat, it was darkened, and looking at his cock now I could see it almost drooling with clear liquid onto his stomach. I reached down and rubbed the head of his cock with my thumb and ran it around, moistening it even further. “Oh don’t do that. You’ll make it worse.” He was pleading and his ass kept pulsing.
“Well, then get ready to make it horrible.” I said, I picked up the pace of fucking, going faster and harder. The position we were in made it excellent for hitting all the right spots for both him and for myself. My cock was ready to explode at any moment. So I grabbed the base of his and started to stroke him furiously, with reckless abandon making his own climax even more imminent.
“Oh god! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!” He screamed.
“Me too!” I grunted and made to pull out of him and shoot all over his chest; he bent in half and grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper inside of him.
“I want you to breed me, shoot your load deep inside of me. Make me yours!” he returned in grunt.
As soon as he said that, my balls tightened against me and started to release their juices into my system.
“Here it comes! And it’s coming hard!” I screamed as the first volley of semen shot out of my cock and inside his guts, soon followed by a second equally violent eruption from my cock. Just within seconds of my cock erupting, his own erupted violently as well in my hand. “Oh god! Oh my god!” was all I could muster to say. My body was shaking as my cock finished emptying itself inside of him. His cock had started to soften itself as well, signaling the end of his orgasm. I collapsed onto him, in a pile of sweat and cum. My cock softening started to slide it’s way out of his ass; making a soft sucking noise as it did so. I could feel a few drops of my hot cum dripping from his ass and onto the seat.
“We better get some paper towels or you’re going to have to pay for some heavy duty cleaning.” I joked.
“Trust me, I already paid for that ahead of time. I was hoping you would want to fuck in the car, after all the talking we did about me giving you road head and such, I figured it safe to prepay for that.” He said, gently caressing my head.
It was about five minutes of us laying there in our messes, when his hand started to caress my earlobe on the left. Apparently I had told him at some point that just a touch on my earlobe is enough to get me started because as he was fondling and tugging on my ear, my cock started to harden again.
“Seriously?! You want round two? Is there anything to clean us up some?” I asked honestly.
“I’m glad you asked.” He giggled as he reached under the seat and pulled out a pack of baby wipes and a few other toiletries.
“You seriously planned for everything didn’t you?!”
“I did. Trust me, I am getting the most out of this time as I can. Hope that’s alright.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m just hoping to have some recuperation time. Do you have to work any of these days?”
“I actually have a reading tomorrow afternoon if that’s alright. They booked it at the last minute.”
“That’s fine. I can find something to do with myself.” I said smugly. “I brought you a present anyway. It’s in my bag in the trunk though.”
Once we had washed up as best as one can in the back of a moving limousine, we kind of just sat there, holding each other, our cocks wrestling with each other for who could be harder. His hands were exploring my body up and down, front to back, a finger would casually graze against my hole, causing my cock to jump in anticipation.
“What exactly do you have in mind for this go?” I purred as he continued his exploration.
“Let’s see” he left the last word hanging in the air as he pressed me onto my back and stood up over me. Quickly, he was on his hands and knees, kissing and licking almost every square inch of my body making me moan and groan in ways I never knew possible. From the insides of my thighs, down to my calves, up my abdomen over and nipping on my nipples ever so lightly, then over to my arms, down my biceps and taking a finger in his mouth making me quiver even more. Suddenly, his arms were both under my legs and had them up and on his shoulders.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed. Not because I wasn’t up for a little butt play of my own, but because I was not expecting it this quickly.
“Are you up for this too?” He asked. “I know we talked about this, but I’ve been so horned up lately, and that last fucking you gave me just made it worse.”
“Sure, didn’t know if you were up for it though. Go to town big boy.”
As I said that, he bent his head down, took my cock in hand and started to inhale me down to the base, making me writhe more in pleasure. Deftly, his one hand had made its way to between my cheeks, I felt a gentle pressure as he attempted to insert a finger inside of me. I relaxed my muscles and tried to welcome him inside of me. One finger silently slid in and started to wriggle back and forth, seemingly searching for my prostate. At most a moan was the best I could do in pleasure. Between his finger and his mouth, John certainly knew how to please a man.
Just as I was getting into a rhythm of grinding my ass onto his finger, he decided to add a friend to the party and slid another finger inside of me. I couldn’t believe the sensations running up and down my body.
“Keep that up and you won’t get a chance to have fun.” I groaned, trying to get him to slow down a little. I could almost feel my impending orgasm.
He looked up, my cock still deep in his mouth and gave a wink. He repositioned himself, let my cock slide from his mouth, hoisted my body up higher on his shoulders and asked “Ready?”
“Oh yeah.” I was practically begging for it this time.
He reached behind my head, planting a kiss on me as he grabbed the bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount to his already rock hard member. Slowly, his body weight shifted as he aimed his cock at my bulls eye. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, again I relaxed and made it easier for him. With a deft movement I wasn’t ready for, the head of his cock slipped inside of me. Luckily he knew what to do, and stopped there for a moment to let me adjust to the added girth.
“Mm mm. That feels great.” I grunted as I reached down and grabbed handfuls of his ass and squeezed tight with my own. I gently coerced his body into my own, basically impaling myself on his cock an inch or so at a time. It seemed like a while had passed, but soon his cock was buried in my ass up to his balls. He was panting, and sweat was already starting to form on his brow.
“Wow. I didn’t realize it would be this intense. It’s been a while since I’ve topped someone, but I’m pretty sure I was able to last a little bit longer than one thrust.” He admitted shyly.
“Here’s my secret, it’s been quite a while since I’ve bottomed for anything other than a dildo so I might be a bit tighter than normal.” I clenched my anal muscles and continued to grind against his pubic bone. He bent over and planted another kiss on me, this one deeper and more sensual than the first.
“You are enough to drive me crazy. You sit back and let me guide this time.” He pleaded.
“Alright. But you can’t control my ass muscles.” I laughed as I clenched and unclenched.
He laughed a little, and clenched himself as I felt his cock head engorge in retort. He placed his hands on my chest and gently leveraged himself and withdrew his cock a little. I threw my head back in pleasure and squeezed his ass tighter. He thrust back forward and grunted at the same time. After a few seconds of recovery, his breathing started to slow and his movements became more practiced. Eyes closed, mouth in a tight grimace of concentration, his hands were all but digging into my sides; but some how or another he kept at it. His cock slid in and out of my ass with such determination, the pounding felt awesome and I wanted it harder and asked for it so. He nodded his head and obliged with picking up the pace. Faster and harder his cock was hitting my prostate when he positioned himself for the speed-up.
“Oh John, that’s the spot. Fuck my ass! I want you to cum inside me. I’m so close. It feels amazing!” I encouraged. Hoping enough to push him over the edge.
“Shit Garrett. I’m gonna cum soon. Your ass is so tight it’s awesome.” The sweat had resumed breaking out on his forehead, and his breathing had picked up greatly. It was then that I pulled out a secret weapon from my arsenal. I reached down, and found his balls, wrapped my hand around them, and tugged downward lightly, his body stiffened. “Whoa! Where did you come up with that?!”
“Something I’ve been working on trying. You like?” I asked as his cock kept up the pounding.
“Oh yeah, but I’m gonna cum in like two seconds. Urrrrgggg! Garrett!!!” he screamed louder than before.
I could feel his balls trying to draw up inside of him, but my hand was keeping them put. His cock was pulsing as he shot his load deep inside my guts. At one point, his pulsing and pounding hit my prostate at the right angle and made my cock drop it’s load and an even more uncivilized groan escape from my lips. I swear, if that divider between the driver and ourselves isn’t soundproof, he’s probably got either a hard on or at least a wet spot on his shorts from all the grunts and groans that were coming from us.
“Wow! I can’t believe you got me to top you that soon. I wasn’t expecting to have my way with you at least until later tonight. I’m spent.” John gasped, I was still massaging his testicles, running my thumb along the bridge of flesh between his legs. His cock was still responding by not showing any signs of softening.
“I can’t believe we did this in the back of a limo. I’m surprised I was able to hold my load back so long the first time. This has been such a fantasy of mine that as soon as you opened the door my cock was three-quarters of the way to cumming.”
He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek and whispered: “Can I have my balls back, they’re a little tender from the marathon they just ran.” And winked.
“Sure, but I don’t know when I’ll give them back.” And tightened my grip just slightly to pull them just a little. He winced and his cock pulsed still deep inside me.
“Are you seriously going to try for round three? Or is this four? I’ve lost count already.”
“Not right now, but your cock feels so nice inside of me, I don’t want it to end.”
“Oh don’t worry, this isn’t the end of the fun. Let me tell you.”
“I knew it wasn’t but the air travel has hit my system and I’m about ready to crash.” I released his balls and let my hand there to feel his cock as he pulled out and ran my thumb along the vein until the head of his cock ran over it.
“Well, then I guess we’d better get dressed and I’ll tell the driver to drop us off at my place so we can..err..um..freshen up. Hehehehe.” As he found another shirt and started to button it up.
“Sounds like a plan, just as long as you do one thing before that.” I said with a smirk.
“Uh oh, what’s the catch?” He smiled.
“Well,” I said, holding his discarded underwear “These are going in my bag, and it doesn’t seem that you have a replacement pair.”
“Oh you’re evil. You do realize that I wore regular pants don’t you? You’re not going to have any easy access through them.”
“Uh, well, I was hoping you weren’t too attached to them.” I said with a wink and fished through the pile of clothing to find his pants.
“Well, I’m not, but they are the only pair I have with me.” He laughed.
“I’m not saying they’re going to be totally destroyed. Do you trust me?”
“Sure. This is certainly an adventure for me too.”
“Here goes nothing.” I said, I grabbed the legs of his pants and tugged lightly, eventually the crotch of his pants started to give way, as I heard a light ripping noise. I stopped and started to undo a few of the stitches and created a gap in the crotch under the zipper. I held them up and from all sides of front view and back, the hole wasn’t noticeable, as long as he didn’t drop anything no one would know it was there.
“You’re kidding right? I can’t wear those?” he protested lightly.
“Oh but you can. Here, see.” I said as I slipped them over my legs. Luckily we were just about the same size, so I didn’t have any trouble buttoning them up. I turned around and showed him. “What do you think?”
“Well from here they look normal. Let’s see what happens when you bend over?” he said with a devilish smirk on his face. But since I was in ‘a mood’ I obliged and bent over to pick up an invisible set of keys. I felt the cool air of the car rush into the open crotch area and my balls instinctively tightened up to my body. Because of my cock being exposed even just a bit, it had softened and was almost hanging out of the hole as well.
“I have to say, I like them better on you though.” John commented. I could hear the lust in his voice again.
“Oh no you don’t mister. These are for you. On the other hand, if I would have my luggage I might have something in there to ‘seduce’ you even more. Hehehehe.” I flirted back; unbuttoning the pants and slowly removing them. I stood there naked again, holding out the pants for him to put on. “And just think, my cock and balls were just in these. That might give you a little thrill too.”
He quickly grabbed the pants, slid them back on without his underwear and buttoned them up. “Mm. Still got a little warm spot in there.” He said as he turned around and gave me my own show. He bent over to try out the hole too, and with that I seized a moment and reached out and grasped his balls and cock lightly.
“Hey yourself there! Those are a bit sensitive now.” He admonished.
“I know, but I’m just trying the hole out to see if there’s easy access. Should we give the driver the command to get us back to your place?”
“We can, but what about getting dinner first?” He mentioned as he pulled a phone from another console and dialed a number. “Yes, I’d like to confirm a reservation for two for, what time is it? Oh! It’s that late already? Well, would you be willing to take us this late?” I had no clue who that was on the other line, or if they were already being paid off by him or were in the process of being paid off. Apparently Mr. Gelso has a few aces up his sleeve. “That’s great. I owe you one Jim. A free reading for you and your wife next time you come to the shop.”
“Did you just bribe someone to let us come to a restaurant after their last seating? You know how much I complain about someone coming in five minutes before closing. Chefs hate it and will more than likely be spitting in our food.” I scolded lightly.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t bribe a maître d or anything; that was the executive chef. He’s an old friend of mine from high school that just opened up this great little spot outside of town. He’s been coming in to the shop to get readings before they opened hoping I’d be able to give him some foresight into the opening to make sure it was a success.”
“Oh. If that’s the case; I’m sure he won’t spit in our food.” I said as I pulled my boxer-briefs back up over my thighs.
“Why are you getting dressed?”
“Aren’t we heading to the restaurant?” I asked.
“We are, but didn’t you hear what I just said? The place is closed, no one else there; the chef is a ‘friend’” He used the rabbit ear quotations as he said that “and I’m pretty sure I just told you I ‘helped’ him open this place. He owes me.”
“But we’ll have to get out of the car to go in won’t we?”
“Well, that’s the other thing. I didn’t say how far out of town his place is. Apparently he’s hoping to drag some of these city hipsters out into the country. Not like three hundred miles outside. More like twenty minutes from downtown. It’s isolated and surrounded by trees. So if we were to show up say half dressed or not even dressed at all, no one would even notice.”
“So, you’re saying this place has a pretty lax dress code?” I hinted as I snapped the band of my boxer-briefs. “Would you prefer to have me completely naked, half-naked, or half-top-naked with pants or, wait, is there another option?”
“Well, you decide, just remember, here in Atlanta they do tend to keep the air conditioning pretty high, or low, or whatever sixty-eight degrees is to you northerners. But I’d enjoy anyway you choose.”
“Can you ask the driver to make a pit stop so I can get my messenger bag out of the trunk? I have something in there you might like for me to have ‘on’ for our meal.”
“I’ll get him to get the bag for you.” He said as he pressed an intercom button. “Driver. Could you please retrieve the messenger bag for us from the trunk?”
“Yes sir. I’ll stop here and get that for you. Is there anything else?”
“There’s been a detour in our course. Would you please take us to Panola Mountain State Park. There’s a new restaurant right on the”
“Yes sir. I know exactly which one you’re referring to. I’ve been told to keep up to date on all new eateries and such with this job. Once we’re moving again, we should be there in about twenty minutes. Is that acceptable sir?”
“That’s perfectly alright. But let’s get the bag first.” He switched off the intercom and leaned back. “Boy, the hole you put in these sure do make for interesting car rides. Every bump bounces my balls off the seat and I’m loving it.”
Suddenly, the car had pulled of to the side of the road and stopped. I heard the driver door open, felt the car’s shocks rise up a little and saw a shadow cross in front of the windows. The trunk opened, and shut quickly. Since my bags were the only ones in there, it probably wasn’t hard to find. There was a light tapping at the window on the driver’s side, and I slid over and rolled the window down.
“Here you are sir.” The driver leaned in slightly to hand me my bag. This was the first time I had noticed, but this driver had stunning good looks, ice blue eyes, and a five o’clock shadow that was just my style. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I looked at John and had such an evil thought.
“Not for right now Dean, but we’ll let you know.” John interrupted before I could pull the driver through the window and ravage him.
“Very well sir. I’ll notify you when we get to our destination.”
And with that, I rolled the window back up, listened for the driver’s door to open and close again. And with that, the car lurched forward, and made a right hand turn onto another highway.
“How many highways are there in this city?!” I asked jokingly.
“Quite a few, but this one should be less crowded by now. So what was so important in your bag that you wanted it?”
“Ah! Well, there are two things.” I said, reaching into my bag and searching. I quickly found the first item and pulled it out. “Actually there’s three, I forgot about this one.” As I raised a thin strip of leather in front of me, it had snap closures on both ends and was about five inches long.
“Is that what I think it is?” John asked, the lust was back in his voice again. Because he was sitting down with his legs spread open, I had a perfect view of his penis. Just the sight of the item in my hand had caused his cock to stir to semi-hard.
“It is, but not for you.” I said as I grabbed the waist of my boxers and dropped them to the ground. I then stroked my own cock and balls, and wrapped the leather around them, snapping the closures so the leather was just a little too snug. “Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve worn this. But, look, it’s already having an effect.”
My rod was already at full mast, and I was the only one who had touched it. I guess that’s what a cock ring has on me. I hadn’t worn this one in a few months, and had forgotten that when on, it felt amazing. I kept my hand on my cock and gave it a few slow and purposeful strokes. The veins that ran along the underside of my shaft were throbbing already, making my cock even harder than before.
“Do you think the chef would have a problem with serving us appetizers dressed like this?” I said lowly.
“Well that looks appetizing.” John purred, he slid over toward me.
“Uh uh. Not yet you. This isn’t an amuse bouche. Let’s get through at least one course first.” I growled and turned my attention back to my bag. “Let’s get the other things out of here too.” I deftly made my way into an outer pouch in my bag and found the second item I was looking for. “Here we go.” I said as I slipped a piece of silk fabric around my bare neck and made to tie it. “I figure if we’re going to a nice place, I should at least look like I made an effort to meet the dress code.” I finished quickly, after all this wasn’t my first time tying a bow tie.
“Nice. The blue brings out your, well, I’d say eyes, but without any other clothes on it just makes you look hotter. Why can’t we fool around now? As you can see” He said as he pulled his cock out of the hole in the pants. It was fully erect, and he had to double over to get it out of the hole. “someone is already paying great attention.”
“I see that, but this will be better. Trust me.” With those words I reached back into my bag a final time. I was able to keep my eyes locked on his when I found it. “Now, let’s see what we can do with this.”

 

[Minicooperinundies]

Anyone out there? LOL. I might have another update for this story, but want to make sure someone is still reading it.

 

[launchlover]

Yes, please update. Great story!

 

[FastOne]

Hi there - just found this story. Hot!
The first installment actually reminds in some ways of one of the first guys I got together with... lots of shameless flirting in vehicles, meeting my arrival at an airport with plenty of surprises... not exactly the same story, but enough cues to make me remember a pretty hot time I had with him!
Hoping that next installment comes out soon. I think the chef's food isn't all that's going to get tasted on that table... I just hope poor Dean doesn't have to wait out in the car the whole time.