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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It had become a regular every few Wednesday evenings thing, taking turns to drive to remote country pubs, try some different beers and chat about all kinds of stuff.
We'd known each other since school, Pete had been a few years above me and while we didn't have a huge amount in common, I kind of enjoyed catching up, and conversation was always easy.
So after a few months of cars, boats, motorbikes, music, films, and all sorts of man stuff, the conversation turned to sex.
It was Pete's turn to drive, so I had d*unk more beers than maybe I should have. It started about women, the girls I'd seen recently, what the sex had been like, how they all reacted differently. And then a question that I hadn't expected - which one did I wank over? Confidently I mentioned one (not that there had been that many) who had been very vocal, and had talked dirty keeping up a running commentary on what she wanted me to do.
The conversation moved on but I could feel my cock getting hard not only at the thought of the girls dirty talking but also at Pete getting off on it. I'd often thought of playing with other guys, but Pete hadn't featured, just a faceless cock, so this came as a surprise.
We carried on chatting and the pub called time and we left for home.
Half way back Pete pulled the car into a lay by, saying he needed a piss, and disappeared into the toilets. I sat in the car and imagined that Pete was in the toilets maybe wanking over the story I had told him. The thought of him stroking his cock made me hard and I let my hand stray down to my own cock.
After 5 minutes of touching my own cock, it seemed to me that it might not just be a fantasy, but he might actually be in there wanking. Plucking up a huge amount of courage, I opened the car door, and closing the door quietly made my way to the toilets.
The toilet was in darkness, with just the full moon, creating shadows through a skylight. I could barely make out Pete's silhouette, he seemed to be moving his hand up and down near his cock, but just as I strained to see, I bumped into a cubicle door, Pete jumped and put his cock away quickly, "is that you Tim?".
"Yes, mate, just thought I'd go myself" I said pulling out my still semi hard cock, and facing the urinal.
"Ok, see you in a minute" Pete said as he left quickly.
By this stage I was so turned on, but so unsure if I could believe what I had seen. Perhaps it was all in my head, my cock in my hand was rock hard, and I continued to stroke it slowly, so wanting release, but not wanting to come, in case there was the chance of more.
Returning to the car, Pete said "what kept you, thinking dirty thoughts?" - shit I thought, is this real or is he still referring to the dirty talking girl. He started the car and we pulled out of the lay by.
I so wanted him to stop the car on the way home, but all too soon, I was outside my house and I said "Goodnight, see you in a couple of weeks", "No problem" he said.
I got into bed and wanked, coming several times, thinking about what might have been.
Two weeks of fantasising about that night, and it was another pub, Pete had called me the night before and said he was going to drive as he wanted to give his new car a run out.
Again the conversation returned to wanking, and what else I thought about. Over the past two weeks I had convinced myself that it was all in my head, so rather than say what I was thinking, I made up some stories about an imaginary girl I had seen the weekend before. I could see I was having an effect on Pete, but was still unsure.
Time came around really quickly and we were soon driving home.
Again Pete pulled into a Lay By, this time without a toilet. He got out of the car and returned within a minute.
As he sat back down in the car, my eye's were drawn to his crutch, he noticed me looking and briefly switched the interior light on and then off. Enough time for me to see his flies undone and his 8 inch cock, standing stiff and hard. "Your stories have really turned me on" he said. "but the thing is, but sorry I like cock".Was it the right thing to do, I had a split second to decide, with my heart beating fast, and almost shaking in anticipation, I took hold of his cock.
"I like them too", I said, as I leant over, directing his cock into my mouth.
"Fuck, yes, suck me" he breathed as I wanked him slowly, while letting his cut bulbous end slip in and out of my mouth.
"Suck me deeper, fuck, I've wanked about this for months" Pete told me as his cock slid deep into my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth, "I want to see your cock, now" and with that he undid my shorts and pulled my now rock hard cock out, he greedily moved down and took its whole length in his mouth, before drawing it out slowly, very soon I could feel myself getting close, "My, turn, I need to taste you again", I said moving back to pay attention to his cock, "God, I'm close", he whispered, as I sucked and wanked him harder, and then "Fuuuuuck" as I felt his body spasm and what seemed like a never ending stream of hot cum, pumping into my mouth.
That was enough to set my own cock into spasms as I was wanking it while sucking him, as my own cum sprayed from my cock all over the console and dashboard of Pete's new car.
Sitting back to take it all in, I swallowed the cum in my mouth. Pete was the first to speak, "I've been wanking about that for months and months, and it was better than I imagined. How many cocks have you sucked before".
"None" I said, "this was my first".
"Is this really your first time," he asked, "Yes I replied", now feeling a little awkward.
And with that he started the car and drove me home. It was a stilted conversation on the way home, we said goodnight and see you soon.
It was six weeks before we met up again, holidays and other commitments getting in the way, and as I drove to yet another pub, neither of us mentioned our horny encounter.
For my part, I had, for those six weeks, wanked more than usual, just thinking about the encounter and how far it might go. I had fantasied about his cock being inside me, bending over exposing my bare hole to him.
And then the faceless cocks returned in my imagination, and I was surrounded by cocks.
"Do you think England can win the second test then" Pete asked me
as we walked across the car park, and back to my car.
"Probably not, the West Indies are too strong" I replied.
We got into the car and drove, by now my cock was fit to burst out of my shorts, and my heart was beating in my throat. When I felt Pete's hand slide up my leg and start stroking my cock.
"Drive to those toilets, where we both wanked the other week" he said.I drove on, it was 10 miles on country roads, Pete had his cock out and was playing with it, slowly pulling it backward and forward with one hand, while the other pulled on his balls.
I did my best to keep my eyes on the road, while at the same time enjoying the view. "Are you going to suck this again" Pete asked, "what else would you like to do with it?".
We arrived at the lay by with the toilets "there are other cars here, Pete" I warned him, "no problem" he said, "just pull over there in the corner". I did as I was told. "Get your cock out" Pete demanded. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled it out. In the darkness I just felt lips wrap around my cock, as they slid down its length. I reclined my seat and closed my eyes as I felt Pete's wet mouth suck my by now rock hard cock. With one hand on my cock, Pete's other hand started on my balls, before moving between my arse cheeks, and then slowly one, then two fingers pushing into my arse.
"Wind down the window, and let some air in", Pete's request brought me back from my trance. I opened my eyes, wound down the window, to be greeted by the sight of another cock, being wanked. The guy outside, grabbed my cock through the window.
"mmm, nice and thick" he said.
"Lets get it on outside" Pete said, pulling himself together and opening the door.
The three of us walked out into the woods by the toilet.
"Drop your shorts" Pete instructed " and bend over". I did as I was told, and felt Pete's tongue, licking my arse. The other guy fed his cock into my mouth.
I was feeling so horny, when the guy whose cock I was sucking placed a small bottle under my nose "take a sniff" he said.
I took a long hard sniff of the strange smelling chemical aroma, and immediately felt the need for a cock in my arse.
"Fuck me now" I pleaded. Pete needed no second asking, he spat on my arse, and then slowly I felt his cock open my very willing hole.
I pushed back onto his cock, and then with a final push, his cock pushed balls deep into my arse.
I greedily sucked on the cock in my mouth, as Pete picked up his rhythm and began to fuck me hard. The cock in my mouth twitched and then pumped a good load of cum down my throat, I took another sniff of the poppers, as Pete pulled his cock from my arse,turned me around and came on my face.
I opened my eyes to see two more guys wanking and watching us, Pete pulled away and one of those guys came over and took my cock in his mouth, he slid his mouth over my cock and my cock exploded a load of cum down his throat.
"We can get really dirty next time" Pete said on the way home. What had I let myself into.
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