is a story that happened to me when I was 22. I used to think I
was straight. Going out to clubs, getting drunk, picking up chicks
to take home and screw. Well one summer night I went clubbing by
the beach. I wasn't having much luck that night, and thought I was
going home alone. While driving the 45 minute ride back home, I
saw a young guy hitchhiking. He was about 19, wearing a white button
shirt that was wide open showing his smooth, tanned chest. He wore
long khaki pants. It looked like he just got off of work, even though
it was just past midnight. I decided I was bored driving alone so
I could use the company.
I pulled to the side of the road and he jogged to the car. I opened
the window and asked him where he was going. It was about 10 miles
past where I was headed but I figured, what the hell. I told him
to get in that I could take him to my exit which was closer than
he was now. He gladly accepted the ride. His name was Jim and I
asked him where he was coming from and where he was headed. He told
me that he was a cook in a restaurant near where I was clubbing
and just got off work. He was headed to a few clubs in the city
before they closed at 2am. I never really like the clubs in the
city. Too busy and seedy for my liking.
During our conversation, I realized that the first club he was headed
to was called the Mirabar, a gay club. My cock stirred when I heard
this. Wow. This good looking guy sitting next to me was gay and
it was turning me on. I started to think what it would be like to
have this guy blow me. And what it would be like to blow him. My
cock kept growing at an alarming rate until it started to get a
little uncomfortable in my jeans. I tried to secretly adjest myself,
but he saw me and asked if I was horny since I had a major boner
in my pants. I told him that I was hoping to get laid tonight, but
couldn't find and chicks to bring home and screw. He asked if I
ever had a guy suck my cock before. Damn. My cock was rock hard
I nervously said no, wondering why he was asking me this question.
He asked me if I would like to have him suck on it while I drive.
I figured, I'm horny, I have a willing mouth to suck my dick. Why
not? I said "Sure, go ahead." So he unziped my shorts
and pulled them down to my knees. Next he removed my briefs. My
cock jumped to attention. He put his hand on it and started to stroke
it, massaging my balls. His hands and fingers were soft, smooth
and gentle. A noticed a drop of pre-cum drip out of my penis.
Jim noticed it too and immediately licked it up. Wow. What a feeling
having his tongue move across the tip of my cock. Most of the girls
I screwed never wanted to blow me, but here was this decent looking
guy (ok, he was hot, but I didn't want to admit it at the time)
wanting to suck my cock. Well he started to lick the head, putting
his tongue underneath playing with the little flat of skin at the
base of the head. What a feeling. I was having trouble staying in
my lane on the highway. He say that I was heating up and asked me
to stop under the next bridge and shut the lights off, so I did.
I put my seat back and let him work on my hard cock. Damn this felt
so good. Did this mean I was gay because I was enjoying this blowjob
more than any I had ever gotten from any of the chicks I'd fucked
in the past (you know, the ones that at least tried to half-heartidly
give me a blowjob?) Jim was now sucking on my 7"c cock like
it was second nature to him. Well, it probably was. That feeling
shot through my body that I just wanted to fuck this guy's mouth
and shoot into his waiting throat. Should I warn him that I was
about ready to cum, or should I just surprise him.
I never like to force myself onto anyone, so I decided to tell him
I was about ready to cum, and he just started sucking even faster.
His fingers played with and massaged my balls. I couldn't take it
any more and I shot 4-5 big loads into his mouth. Shit that felt
great. The girls I'd dated never even wanted to look at my cum,
never mind take it in their mouth and swallow it. Jim couldn't get
enough of it. He kept sucking and stroking me to get every last
drop out of me. That was by far the best blowjob I had ever experienced
in my life up to that point.
He asked if I would mind driving hm to the bar, and, well with my
head still in the clouds, I agreed. When we got to the parking lot
of the bar, he was about to leave the car and then asked if I wanted
to come in for a drink. Well, I'll save the rest for another time
if anyone is interested. FINIS
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