So, Tim moved on:
After a good two months with him, he found himself a little lady and moved on. Occasionally he would say hi, or we would be at a party and he would get a little wasted and make a move, but at that point I was over it. Besides, I try really hard to be a good boy, and not fool around with someone taken. The key word though is try... :D
I was out with a few friends at the local diner. It was summer, and we got the day off from whatever work we had to do. It was a much needed break. It did not take me long to catch the eye of a guy I had never seen in town before. That was particularly hard to do, since the town was so small. He must have been driving through. Anyways, I caught him staring, so I gave him a wink, and continued to talk to my friends. It was a good hour, and we were all getting ready to leave when he walked by and sat down while my friends where getting up. I smiled and he grinned back. I asked him where he was from. He told me he was from a far place, and he was leaving tonight and wanted to get into something fun.
I gave him the once over. He was taller. Had to be in his late 20's. A little scruffy. Jet black hair with piercing ice blue eyes. He had a structured jaw line, and the shirt was tight in all the right places. I thought about it for a second. I was game.
I asked him if he had a place we could go. He looked down, and said unfortunately he was just driving through and had nowhere we could go. I laughed, grabbed his hand and started taking him outside. I pulled him into the ally where I pad parked my truck. I through my hands around his neck and pulled him into a hot kiss.
I should have known. I should have taken this as the first sign. The kiss.... it was nowhere near magical, but I felt his cock growing and knew I wanted to see it. It had to be somewhere near 9 inches.
I pulled away from the kiss and unlocked my truck. Told him to drop pants and sit down. He did so. I pulled it out. I was right. It had to be 9 inched. He trimmed so that was nice. It looked good. I got in the other side. Stripped down. Opened the clove compartment and took the lube out.
He ran his hands through my hair as I started to lube his cock. I straddled him. As I did my head hit the ceiling. It hurt and I kinda took me a second to regain where I was. Remembering, I moved his cock so it would point to my ass and I pushed it down. I started to move, and as I did the guy started to pull my hair. Now usually that would be hot, but I swear this boy had no idea what the fuck he was doing. I told him he was hurting me, and he just pulled harder. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down, and he started to shift me so I was laying on the seat and he started fucking me.
It started out fine, then he started pushing to hard. That's never really a problem, but when your in a car, and your head keeps hitting the door, it becomes one.
I was in pain, in more then one area, and I was not feeling any of this. Not only was he horrible at noticing what the hell I was doing, he had no idea what to do with his hands. He tried to jack me off, but he squeezed like it was a dogs toy. Then he started sliding them all over my body, telling me how hot I was. That was nice, but he was putting all the pressure on my stomach. I wanted to vomit.
And then, to my great relief, I heard sirens! Praise Jesus, he heard my prayers. The man freaked out and pulled out forgetting all about me as he scampered to put his clothes on.
I sat up and put my underwear back on.
The cop walked over to probably one of the most awkward scenes. A guy frantically throwing clothes up, and me, sitting still, rejoicing in my face, laughing silently.
The cop came over, and he didn't say a word. He walked over to my side of the car. He told me to step out. So I did. Luckily I knew the cop. He was a good friend of my father's.
He started to laugh and said "Oh boy billy, this is a good one to write in the books now isnt it?" I laughed a little and asked him what he was gonna do about it. He looked over at the guy sitting in the truck. "Is that your truck?" I said yeah, and then he asked me "Would you hate leaving it here for awhile?" I was not sure where he was going, but I told him I was planning on leaving it over night since I was supposed to go to Frankies house. He gave me a dirty grin and asked if I would rather join him for the night instead.
I was in shock. I took a few seconds to register what just happened in my head. I looked over at my car and told him I would need to go get my clothes. He told me to leave them, he had plenty I could use, and why would it matter anyways, he was hoping that no clothes would be needed for the night.
I was out with a few friends at the local diner. It was summer, and we got the day off from whatever work we had to do. It was a much needed break. It did not take me long to catch the eye of a guy I had never seen in town before. That was particularly hard to do, since the town was so small. He must have been driving through. Anyways, I caught him staring, so I gave him a wink, and continued to talk to my friends. It was a good hour, and we were all getting ready to leave when he walked by and sat down while my friends where getting up. I smiled and he grinned back. I asked him where he was from. He told me he was from a far place, and he was leaving tonight and wanted to get into something fun.
I gave him the once over. He was taller. Had to be in his late 20's. A little scruffy. Jet black hair with piercing ice blue eyes. He had a structured jaw line, and the shirt was tight in all the right places. I thought about it for a second. I was game.
I asked him if he had a place we could go. He looked down, and said unfortunately he was just driving through and had nowhere we could go. I laughed, grabbed his hand and started taking him outside. I pulled him into the ally where I pad parked my truck. I through my hands around his neck and pulled him into a hot kiss.
I should have known. I should have taken this as the first sign. The kiss.... it was nowhere near magical, but I felt his cock growing and knew I wanted to see it. It had to be somewhere near 9 inches.
I pulled away from the kiss and unlocked my truck. Told him to drop pants and sit down. He did so. I pulled it out. I was right. It had to be 9 inched. He trimmed so that was nice. It looked good. I got in the other side. Stripped down. Opened the clove compartment and took the lube out.
He ran his hands through my hair as I started to lube his cock. I straddled him. As I did my head hit the ceiling. It hurt and I kinda took me a second to regain where I was. Remembering, I moved his cock so it would point to my ass and I pushed it down. I started to move, and as I did the guy started to pull my hair. Now usually that would be hot, but I swear this boy had no idea what the fuck he was doing. I told him he was hurting me, and he just pulled harder. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down, and he started to shift me so I was laying on the seat and he started fucking me.
It started out fine, then he started pushing to hard. That's never really a problem, but when your in a car, and your head keeps hitting the door, it becomes one.
I was in pain, in more then one area, and I was not feeling any of this. Not only was he horrible at noticing what the hell I was doing, he had no idea what to do with his hands. He tried to jack me off, but he squeezed like it was a dogs toy. Then he started sliding them all over my body, telling me how hot I was. That was nice, but he was putting all the pressure on my stomach. I wanted to vomit.
And then, to my great relief, I heard sirens! Praise Jesus, he heard my prayers. The man freaked out and pulled out forgetting all about me as he scampered to put his clothes on.
I sat up and put my underwear back on.
The cop walked over to probably one of the most awkward scenes. A guy frantically throwing clothes up, and me, sitting still, rejoicing in my face, laughing silently.
The cop came over, and he didn't say a word. He walked over to my side of the car. He told me to step out. So I did. Luckily I knew the cop. He was a good friend of my father's.
He started to laugh and said "Oh boy billy, this is a good one to write in the books now isnt it?" I laughed a little and asked him what he was gonna do about it. He looked over at the guy sitting in the truck. "Is that your truck?" I said yeah, and then he asked me "Would you hate leaving it here for awhile?" I was not sure where he was going, but I told him I was planning on leaving it over night since I was supposed to go to Frankies house. He gave me a dirty grin and asked if I would rather join him for the night instead.
I was in shock. I took a few seconds to register what just happened in my head. I looked over at my car and told him I would need to go get my clothes. He told me to leave them, he had plenty I could use, and why would it matter anyways, he was hoping that no clothes would be needed for the night.
Dad always said, the grass is always greener on someone else's farm, so I left mystery man in my car:
Get er' done
Get er' done
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