The Moon, the Stars and the Back of Michael's Car…

By Alex Carr / Julyguy / Jlyguy / Writersparody

Published on Oct 11, 2009

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The Moon, the stars and the back of Michael's Car...

Copyright Alex Carr 2009

I felt his touch in the moonlight, stirring me like a flash of lightning. Michael stopped along the coast road, wanted to show me the scene, so beautiful and so serene.

He switched off the lights so we could see the stars, "look enough and you may even see Mars" my intrepid friend told me.

But it was more than that, I think we both knew we weren't't just friends any more, since Friday night when he asked me to stay. Well this was the next day, the afternoon had changed to evening and the stars and the moon shone brightly, so brightly - was this the start of something I could never have imagined would happen with Michael whom I had met walking in the park

His touch lingered, made me feel so good, then he started to stroke his hand along the inside of my jeans. OMG! It felt good, felt so very good.

"Peter, I think I am serious about you, do you mind?"

I didn't reply at once, we were making eye contact and I moved my thigh, opened a little to encourage his manoeuvre there. "I feel the same, Michael, it is strange because I never thought I was gay, but I just know it now."

His hand bundled me, just like Friday evening when we sat on his settee. I just relaxed and enjoyed, It felt so good, so soothing and right as we both

looked out into the night, not another being in sight. "Shall we remove ourselves to the back seat. more comfortable there" Michael suggested, his eyes glittering in the light of the moon. "It is a warm night and you can slip them off too," he said playfully tugging my jeans.

"You would like that, Michael?"

"I would, your stance is breathtaking, I can't wait to explore, you know like it was yesterday, it was so good and I want that so much, haven't been able to think of anything since, and I want it to be replenished, I want the taste, the smell and the fuck of you, Peter."

He urged me to go into the back first, I placed my jeans over the back of the front seat, felt a little vulnerable in just my boxer shorts but Michael had assured me the windows were tinted at the back and no one could see in. "That is just for my viewing ," he chuckled squeezing me there. He urged me to chill, prompted me to open my legs wide by placing one foot on the seat and the other off. "That's just nice, I want this so much, Peter, if only you knew"

I had the feeling he was going to make a meal of me which wasn't far wrong because soon I felt his busy fingers move up behind the seam of my boxers and ease out my already swollen cock. I was in my element, just feeling him enjoy me like that, it felt so good, his tongue working me, sucking deep like that, all the time murmuring between his abound mouthfuls of my uprising cock just how good I tasted and how he simply adored to suck cock.

I guess just laying there, in the back of Michaels car was something so very special - and romantic really. I realised it wasn't all just about having

sex, something else too. Feeling him doing those things with his mouth and

tongue, me being all he wanted of me that night, he must have been down there for a good fifteen minutes just sucking and balling me, his hand cupping and gently squeezing all the time he arithmetically sucked me. I felt I was a certain need to him, I felt a sense of deep belonging utterly entranced in what he was doing, feeling his head moving, swaying as he enjoyed my cock in different ways, even the slurping of his sucking was so very intimate - and what could be more intimate than having oral sex. I knew I would suck him presently, I could taste the pungency of his cock in my senses, feeling its fullness fill my mouth, soon to fill my ass too was a dream.

When he finished I was pulsing with arousal, he'd sucked my cream, licked me dry as I'd enjoyed his heavenly pampering of me, but he wasn't finished yet, I could tell when he prompted me to change position and lean steeply over the back of the passenger seat he'd even placed a cushion over the edge to make it comfortable for me and I was soon bent and stretched feeling my ass perched high for his enjoyment, my face busied in the passenger seat, taking in the scent of sex when he had touched my up and made me pre-cum. Stripped naked now I felt so good just being all ass and balls for Michael. He whispered that he relished my ass, complimented me on it's tightness and its lovely curvature, stroking the cheeks , touching and nudging each side, it felt good and I told him so. I felt his hot breath as his tongue started to lick me cheeks all over, he whispered he would love to suck my hole and of course I wanted that, "love the taste of your cock and hole" he said as his tongue started to penetrate then, I felt the stretching, giving me that wonderful feeling I enjoyed so much, his rough hands stretching me so very wide as he really went to town with me. I simply chilled and absorbed the wonderful sensual feeling Michael gave me, I felt the certain urge come for the feel of cock inside, moving my hips from side to side as he continued to suck me, his right hand coming down on my right cheek, slapping it with such gusto that it all felt part and parcel of what he was doing.

"Fuck me, Michael, I so want that?" He stopped what he was doing. I felt the smouldering in my buttocks then, I felt my hole surging for the feel of his stiffness inside.

He didn't have to say anything, I heard him licking his lips, knowing he was savouring the taste of me still, now he would want for me to taste him before he would let me have it stuffed into my ass. No problem at all, we changed position again, he stretched out over the back seat so that his eager hard seven and a half inch cock presented itself in the shadows of the evening. "There it is then, Pete, get you mitts around that!" he always said that, he wanted me to roll it in the palms of my hand as I worked its head, foreskins stretched right back, into my mouth. I loved doing that, his cock was beautifully proportioned and so very firm with that certain bend in the middle I so loved to press back against his belly so I could tease his balls, I started to lick him all the way up from his ripe red balls to his p-hole, tasted the familiar salty taste of prime cock ready for the fucking. It was simply lovely, I sucked with ardour, felt its flavour submerge my taste buds, all prime cock filling my mouth with ecstasy and it was so beautiful, " can I see?" he asked switching on a torch, He loved that, he'd taken a few pictures with his mobile - he said he simply loved to see my mouth enjoying his cock the way I did it, I felt his small finger stretch the corner of my mouth to see me take even more of his cock into it, stretched my mouth so wide and open, then I felt him surge into me and I knew he wanted it deep throat. I took a deep breath and went for it, hearing the gurgle as it went in, I had discovered just how I could get the best out of it that way, his whole length into my mouth and throat, then he moaned as it slipped out, he was pounding for it now, he swing my ass over the edge of the seat once more and soon plunged his throbbing cock directly inside me , I felt its roughness take me deep and hard, heard him panting so strong, his hands firmly planted around my hips as he pressed it into me full thrust. The feeling was out of this world, I hade been sucked, licked, pampered and slapped and now the Waterloo, his prime fuck as I still had the taste of him deep in my throat.

And when he came I did too, that's how it was with us, the rhythm of our fucking reached a certain pitch when we both knew we were there and could let go completely.

That was the magic of being with Michael.

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