Red '55 Chevy

By Jon Hold

Published on May 25, 2005

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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks.

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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky.

Enjoy!

Jon


Red '55 Chevy

A Gay Archives Tale

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net

Copyright 2005 by Jon Hold

The summer my Dad helped me restore an old '55 Chevy that had once been his main car has always been special to me, in more ways than one. The first day of school I showed up driving a totally cherry, bright red classic car. I got a lot of comments that day, but the most exciting was from Jason, the red-headed upper-classman who was only the schools most popular kid.

After talking about the car, Jason said, "I've got to work after school, but you want to go crusin' after dinner?"

I quickly agreed and Jason told me to pick him up at his house about 8 PM.

I fidgeted the rest of the day away and could hardly eat dinner. I was in front of Jason's house exactly at 8 PM. He was waiting for me. We cruised all over the small town, even stopping at the A&W for a soda and to let everyone else drool over my car (and passenger) a bit.

When we finally left the A&W Jason told me to park behind the grocery store where he worked. He went in the back door and quickly came out with two six-packs of beer. He jumped in the car and we roared away, laughing our asses off. Jason guided me to the end of a dirt road out in the country, handed me a beer and cracked one himself. We talked and laughed at each others corny jokes and were on our third beer when Jason complained about the heat and peeled off his shirt. I did the same. Jason was awesomely built. A real light complexion that went with his red hair and freckles, his fair skin pulled tight over lots of bulging muscle.

Jason reached over and patted my chest, "Pretty good... for a Sophomore."

I reached over and patted Jason's chest, "Not too bad... for a Senior."

We laughed our asses off over that and Jason asked me if I wanted to play a game and I said, "Sure. What game?"

Grinning, Jason patted my chest again. "It's easy," he said, "all you have to do is put your hands in your lap and sit still while I work your tits over. If you move, you lose a point."

Sounded kind of weird to me, but Jason was a Senior and I didn't want to act like a dork, so I put my hands on my thighs and said, "Go ahead." Jason's teeth flashed in the moonlight as he grinned and reached for my chest. Now, at that age, my titties were barely brown marks on my smooth chest. Jason got hold of them anyway and soon had me twisting around with tears leaking out of my eyes. Jason finally rolled my left titty between his fingers at the same time he gave it a hard twist. I couldn't even begin to stop my hand as it flew up to stop him.

Jason laughed and patted my chest, telling me I'd done pretty good for a first time. Then he sat back down on his side of the bench seat and put his hands on his thighs. "Go ahead," he said, "Have a ball!"

Tentatively, I reached over and touched Jason's chest. He just smiled and leaned his head back onto the back of the seat. That was a pretty good Idea I thought, because the rod tenting my Levi's probably needed to be kept private. I looked down and decided that maybe Jason could have used some privacy as well. More boldly, I rubbed the flat, hard young muscles of his chest under my hot, dry palm. Feeling Jason up like this made my whole body surge and the boner Jason had given me playing with my tits throbbed so hard it hurt. Almost moaning with desire I took hold of one of Jason's tits and started working it.

Unlike mine, Jason's tits were the size of pencil erasers, from being played with so much I was to find out later. Rolling and pinching them between my fingers got Jason moaning and when I started pulling on them he really got his purr motor going. Switching from one to the other, I managed to keep Jason going pretty good.

"Get up on my lap so you can do them both," Jason ordered.

I didn't hesitate. Jason had told me to do something, so I did it. I scrambled up and over Jason until my knees were in the back of the seat and I was straddling his lap, sitting on his hard-muscled thighs. I started really working Jason's tits over good with the strong fingers of both my hands and he moaned deep down in satisfaction.

The next thing I knew, Jason had slumped down in the seat and we were grinding our crotches together, our Levi's taking a beating from our frenzy. When Jason reached up and took my now hyper-sensitive tits between his strong fingers, I decided to not call it a violation of the rules. We were both panting and sweating when Jason pushed back against me and said, "Get off me."

Hurt, not understanding, I got off of Jason's lap full of confusion and interrupted passion. Jason unbuttoned his Levi's and started pushing them down. "Get your pants off!" Jason commanded. Grinning, I complied immediately.

"Now get back on my lap!"

I obeyed instantly, one sock still half-way on my foot. I felt Jason's heat against me as I settled down and the warm evening was suddenly sweltering as Jason grabbed my tits and his burning hot cock pushed against mine. We went at each other like a couple of maniacs. Rubbing and thrusting, Jason pinching one tit while his mouth sucked and bit at my other tit, only to switch when I'd pull him over with the hands I had wrapped around his head when I wasn't trying to rip the tits off his chest. We sword-fought a duel of passion with our throbbing and leaking boy shafts. Jason finally managed to pull his head back. "Get out of the car!"

I had no idea what was on Jason's mind, but he'd been doing pretty good up to now so I saw no reason to resist him. I popped the passenger door open and climbed off of Jason, or tried to anyway. Jason was all over me and we sort of slid and slipped out of the red Chevy all tangled up together. Once on our feet in the night air. Jason said, "New game! The first guy to slap the other guys butt wins."

I didn't even ask, 'Wins what?' but just started chasing Jason when he turned and ran around the car. It was dark and I paused at the open drivers window long enough to turn on the headlights. Jason almost got me then, but I skipped away backwards. What a treat it must have been for any old perverts watching us scamper and chase each other. Pretty evenly matched with Jason, even if I was two years younger, I managed to hold my own in the wrestling matches until I tried to get fancy with a double twist to get away.

"SMACK!"

Jason got me hard on my right asscheek. I tried to get out of it by claiming that he'd cheated but Jason just said that I had to pay my penalty. He took me by the hand and led me to the front of the red Chevy. Regardless of my protests, I followed Jason readily, eager to find out what new game he had in mind.

Jason laid me belly-down on the still engine warm hood on the deep, glowing red paint job I had so lovingly hand rubbed down and waxed to perfection. Then he lifted my left foot up onto the steel mount for the chrome bumper I hadn't mounted yet. That opened my sweaty crack to the night air and I slumped down, breathing heavy and feeling good as Jason started rubbing his hands all over my back and butt. I knew I should be ashamed, but all I could do was lay there hoping that he'd reach around in front of me and rub my aching hardon.

Instead of rubbing my hard throbber, I could feel Jason trying to get his throbber up to my asshole. I was so horny I just figured that maybe if I helped Jason out, he might help me. I blessed my prize car for bringing Jason and me together as I slid backwards across the newly waxed hood and squatted my butt down right into Jason's lap. Jason lost no time, but riding a mixture of our sweat and his precum he popped my cherry and got himself some boy ass all in one movement. I moaned deep and Jason grabbed my hips and moaned back as he started fucking my ass.

"This is so good! Your ass is HOT, Dude! I'm gonna fuck your ass full of cum and then you can put me across the hood of your fancy red Chevy and fuck me crazy. I LOVE cock up my ass and you've got a beauty. I want you to fuck me hard, Dude. Fuck my ass, Fuck me... Fuck me..."

Jason was fucking me full bore as he kept talking me into taking the fuck he was laying to my ass as if it were me fucking him. Truth be known, I loved what he was doing and was wondering if the rest of the football team might like to play the same games Jason did. And maybe the baseball team. Or, how about the hard bodies on the wrestling team... or... or... the smooth bulging muscles of the guys on the swim team. I was making some serious plans for me and my red Chevy while Jason humped my ass. When I got Jason up on the hood of the Detroit monster and started fucking his talented ass I decided that me and the red Chevy were going to be making some new friends.

A lot of new friends. Me and my Cherry Red Chevy.

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