Stuck at a divey motel in Mississippi, horned up and stroking with guys online, I decided I needed some real hole, so I hopped on Grindr. Pretty soon I heard a message chirp. He was 18, but lived with his parents, about 30 minutes away, naturally no car. The usual. I figured too much trouble so I told him “No,” but then he sent a hot, hot pix, to which I thought, yeah right, but before I gave-up, I decided to ask for full body shots. To my surprise, he sent them and I started to come around, thinking he was for real, so we made plans.
I hopped in my car, popped some Viagra, slugged some water, and drove myself to his house. All the way he texted me, asking what I was going to do to him. After I tested the waters with some suggestions, it became clear he would let me do whatever I wanted. I was precumming through my pants, imaging my cock in this boy. When I arrived he was standing in the rain on the side of the road. He hopped in all shaggy dog wet, wearing a baggy tee-shirt and sweatpants. All I could see was his profile. Then he leaned-over to me and we started making out right there in front of his parent’s trailer.
On the drive back to the motel, he worked my zipper down and pulled-out my now Viagra-hard cock. He told me he had never before blown a guy in a car. I laughed thinking about all the times before I had been told the same, but this time I actually believed him. I told him to clean up my cock because it was oozing precum. He did as much, and then did his best to deep-kiss me as we were getting onto the interstate. I could taste myself in his mouth, although admittedly I was struggling to make sure we didn’t wreck.
On the highway, he undid his seat belt and completely undressed, tossing his clothes to his feet. I caught a glimpse of him as we passed under the highway lights, but obviously I couldn’t stare as I had to concentrate on driving. Nevertheless I was able to reach over and find his cock. It was big, probably eight inches; it wasn’t hard but amazingly silky smooth, almost baby-like. We passed by a truck inspection zone and, with the glare of scores of sodium lights, I finally got to see how fine he really was: he was boyish but slightly hairy, black treasure trail leading to a thick and long cock surrounded by a nice patch of bushy black pubes. Oh yeah, he had really hairy legs. My cock was out, he was naked, and cars were passing us, which made for a dangerous scene. I was delighted. We got off the highway and pulled-up to a traffic light where he put his clothing back on. A car full of party girls pulled-up next to us and assessed the situation, honked their horn, giggled, waved at us, and peeled-out when the light turned green. The kid and I laughed.
Arriving at the motel room, I knelt and took his cock in my mouth, worked my tongue around it and pulled his sweats completely down. He smelled teenager wet. His beautifully shaped cock was the smoothest I had had in a long time. I asked him “How does it feel?” To which he responded “Okay, but my cock isn’t super sensitive.” A little surprised, I asked him “What does feel good?” He responded “By far, being fucked gives me the maximum pleasure” adding that he had had an infection when a child that had resulted in diminished general sensitivity, but that his ass was still sensitive. Then he floored me by saying “It’s almost impossible for me to cum.”
