Lush Interlude

I had just taken delivery of a brand new car and rather like the overgrown youth that I still am at heart, I will admit that I was rather proud of my gleaming BMW. But then, it’s overgrown youths that are my problem – in so far as I still fancy them like hell, even though I’m old enough to know better.

Nevertheless, when I was going up the hill at the end of my road on a beautiful sunny afternoon in my brand new penis-extension, who should be ambling down the other side of the road toward me than a spikey-haired youth in a T-shirt and jogging bottoms.

I’ll be honest and say that the first thing I spotted was the protrusion in the front of his jogging bottoms; THEN I saw the youthful face and my sex-alarm went off. He was one I hadn’t seen before. “Hmm, nice,” I thought to myself as I cruised slowly past him at barely 5 miles an hour, giving him the look - you know the one.

The thing is (and it so rarely happens these days), he gave me the look as well! And as I looked in my wing mirror as we passed each other, I saw him stop in his tracks and turn round to look back at me – or was it the car he was looking at? The new number-plates gave it away, of course.

I should have just carried on and I don’t know why but I just stopped the car in the middle of the road with my foot on the brake. It’s really quiet down my road usually anyway, and I watched in my mirror to see what he would do next. What he did made my heart start pounding in my chest. He was only walking back up the road towards my car – and he was stepping into the middle of the road to do it! I decided to try to be cool, so I remained with my foot on the brake and casually lowered the window – electric of course!

“Nice Car!” he said, standing opposite my window, just a foot or so away, so that I could get a good look at him. He was about 5 ft 9 inches tall, with spikey brown hair and dark eyes. He seemed slim but in his tracksuit, it was difficult to be sure. His face was essentially clean-shaven but a bit pocked, as if he had suffered badly from spots a few years ago. Up close, he looked to be in his early twenties. And this much closer to it, that protrusion seemed even more evident! He blinked and looked at me, but not at the car. I was sure he had seen where I was just looking.

“Thanks,” was all I could think to say. Then I thought, “What the Hell! Go for it!”

“Sorry if I stared,” I said, “I thought I recognized you but I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

He smiled and nodded slowly, half-closing his eyes, as if knowingly.

“Oh, is that why you were staring?” he said, rather cheekily I thought. Then, as if sensing my embarrassment, he continued, “Actually, I’m only staying here this week with Leah and Brad at Number 26 – Brad’s my Uncle. Anyway, where are you off to in your flash new BM?”

“Nowhere really,” I replied, “only to the shops. Why, do you fancy a ride?” And then I added, “if you’re at a loose end.”

“I am actually,” he smirked, “and yes, I’d love a ride!”

The double-meaning in our exchange was making butterflies in my stomach at the thought of this young guy and more particularly, what he seemed now to be playing with, with one hand in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms.

“Hop in then,” I said, as I gestured to the seat next to me and unlocked the car. He ran around the front and got in.

As I drove off, my mind was racing and blood was rushing in the direction of my groin, as my cock swelled in my white cotton CKs. His name was Dean and he was 22. I was trying hard to think of what next to do or say, as well as where the hell to go and within moments, we were out on the main fast road and I had slipped into top gear and was cruising at 65. I decided to take a chance with some more double-meaning word-play with him, to see where it led.

“I think you’re quite brave,” I said, making conversation, “either that, or reckless!”

“Oh yeah?” I had his interest
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“I mean, getting into a car with a total stranger,” I explained. “For all you know, I could be just a dirty old man, luring innocent young guys like you into my perverted clutches.”

There was silence for a moment. Then he just said,

“Who says I’m innocent? For all you know, I could be a sex-crazed druggie who would think nothing of dragging you off into the bushes to do nasty things to you before stealing your car-keys!”

This chap was going to give as good as he got, that much was clear! I sucked-in a breath between my teeth.

“Is it that bad, do you think?” I said, trying not to sound too serious.

“Well, you never know,” he warned, “after all, if you WERE just a dirty old man, wouldn’t that be what you deserved?”

He paused, and before I could think of what to say, he continued, “Anyway, dirty you may be but old? Nah, not yet at any rate! Why don’t you drive down by the river.”

“What about the sex-crazed druggie?” I asked.

“Oh, he may be sex-crazed alright, but he’s no druggie,” he replied. “Besides, he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with the keys; he can’t drive – at least, not one with gears ‘n stuff!”
By now, the ice had been well broken and I laughed out loud, causing him to look across at me with a rather self-satisfied smile on his cheeky face, as he slouched deeper into the passenger seat next to me.

I pulled into a quiet part of the car park down by the river and switched off the engine. I unbuckled my belt and he did the same. There was just the sound of the ducks quacking on the water as we sat there.

“So what do you think?” I asked. He had already set the seat-back down slightly, so he was sort of half-laying, half-sitting next to me.

“I love the smell and feel of leather, don’t you?” he said, as he stroked the soft cream leather of the sides of his seat, “especially next to my skin. Mind if I slip these off; I’m getting really hot, here in the sun.”

Before I could respond, he lifted his buttocks in the seat and casually slipped his tracksuit bottoms down below his knees, revealing his bare legs, bare stomach and a thick bush of pubic hair. I was instantly shocked by the absence of any underwear but the shock quickly dissipated as my attention rested on the semi-tumescent, uncut piece of meat that lay before me in the midst of that dense thatch. I can honestly say that any young man would be proud of such a piece and mine was already oozing pre-cum in my own briefs, now constrained even more tightly by my jeans in the seat next to him.

As I gazed at him (probably with my mouth open in surprise – I can’t remember!), he looked back and smirked,

“It won’t bite y’ know,” he said. Then he added, “you’re not gonna go chicken on me are you?”

So checking around that there was no-one else in sight, I lifted his weighty cock with my right hand, as I put my face down into his lap and took it straight into my mouth. My face was already into his thick thatch and I could inhale all those steamy, masculine odours of musk & sweat, combined with the more healthy scent of soap and talcum powder.

His organ seemed to take on a life of its own. Awoken from its semi-slumber, it rapidly grew inside my mouth, as I slurped and sucked and as I pressed down on his balls with my right hand, my tongue felt his foreskin slip back, revealing the hardening ridge of his cock-head, which was still growing!

Eventually, I had to come up for air. It was getting really hot in the car, in the sun and I figured that if I just sucked him off here, he’d soon lose interest and that would be that. So I suggested we make for the trees to find a quiet spot but in the fresh air. To my surprise, he agreed and quickly slipped is trackie-bottoms back up and got out of the car. He was keen!
Heading into the clump of trees set back from the river, it wasn’t long before we found a small clearing with some grass and a scattering of wild flowers, partly shaded from the sun. On this sheltered bit of the riverbank, we lay down in the soft grass and I put my left arm over his shoulders, as I slid my hand inside his trackie-bottoms and into the warm sweatiness of his pubic hair, now damp from my having dribbled all over it in the car!

Again, he lifted his buttocks and pushed his tracksuit bottoms down to his knees. Laying down again in my embrace, his erect organ lay up across his slightly hairy stomach, throbbing gently in anticipation.

As if matching his spikey brown head of hair, his body was also peppered in parts with tiny curls. His legs were quite hairy but his muscles were young and taught, the outline of his abs framing a treasure-trail of hairs leading both in and out of his soft navel. I ran my face softly over his stomach and I felt him inhale, as I kissed first one side and then the other side of that tender area beside his hip-bones, now protruding slightly, as he lay stretched-out before me in the dappled sunlight of this deserted riverbank.

Breaking-off our embrace for a moment, I rapidly kicked off my trainers and undid my shirt but as I made to unzip my jeans, he sat up and said,

“No, let me do that,” and he leapt up and straddled my legs, slowly unzipping my flies and almost carefully revealing my white Calvin briefs before grabbing the waist of my jeans and pulling them down to my knees. As we manoeuvred and got rid of my jeans, his erect cock stood out from his body, bouncing around and pointing at me, as if to say, “What about me? Don’t forget what you started!”

He knelt across me, shuffling up across my body until his organ was in front of my face. His hand was holding his tool, guiding it towards me. He wanted some more of what I had given him in the car! I eagerly took his tool in my mouth again and began sucking and playing with it. As I repeatedly slid up and down, slurping and swallowed his young weapon, licking the tender underside of his cock-head and tickling his testicles with my fingers, I tasted his saltiness on my tongue and realized it was his pre-cum. This just got me higher and wilder; he was 22, fit - and all mine.