Date: Sat, 05 May 2007 19:25:41 -0500
From: Tyler B. <foolin6906@hotmail.com>
Subject: racing adrenaline-2

I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues intertwining and playing with each
other. I leaned more of my body over and placed my right hand on his leg,
fairly far up the thigh, putting my other arm around his back. I felt his
hand move further up my thigh to just short of my cock which was now raging.
I decided to go in for the kill. I took my hand from his thigh and put it
right on his crotch. Our kiss moved closer to pure bliss as my hand searched
for his cock, which didn't take long to find. He was as hard as I was as his
nicely sized cock ran down his left leg. I wrapped my hand around it and
squeezed and ran my hand up and down his shaft.  I felt his body shudder a
little from my grasp, and I felt his hand go for the gold as well. It didn't
take him long to find it and I felt his hand grasp around my shaft.  While
the kissing was great, I already wanted more. Using my hand that was wrapped
around his back I began to claw at his shirt, getting it up towards the top
of his neck. He broke away from our kiss and pulled it off, tossing it in
the backseat.  Damn, he was hotter than I thought; he had solid six pack
that was very well defined. He had small nipples about the size of dimes
that sat on very nice pecs. He looked so damn good, I just wanted to do
anything and everything I could to him. He leaned back in and we continued
kissing as my hand continued grazing his cock, going up and down the shaft
over and over. Finally I decided to take it a step further. I moved my hand
up and fumbled for the fly of his jean shorts. I finally found them, pulling
the zipper  down with a bit of difficulty but finally getting it done. My
hand dove inside like a wolf on its prey. I grabbed his cock through his
boxers, stroking him a few times before pushing the leg back and grabbing it
full on. I continued playing with it for a minute, and I felt his hand,
which had been wrapped around me, slowly go down my chest to my groin. He
began to stroke me now, rubbing his hand up and down my shaft a few times
before going in for the kill himself. Without wasting the time that I had he
undid my zipper and burrowed his fingers into my pants and grabbed my cock.
I began to wrestle with his boxers now, pulling the boxer leg back down over
his cock. I moved up to the fly of his underwear and delved my hand inside,
again finding his cock with ease. I bean to tug on it, moving the fly around
until his cock was free of his underwear. I broke away from out long engaged
lip lock to look down as I fought his jenas to pull out his rod. I finally
manged to get it out of its hiding place. I looked it over, my hand on the
base, and was quite impressed. For someone of his stature, he was well hung,
a good 7 ½', cut, and a little thicker in the middle. I guess the look on my
face gave it away. "Yeah, most people are surprised," he said with a smile.
"Only 10% Italian, but its where it counts!" by this point he had wrestled
my cock out of its home and it was standing free in front of myself. It was
smaller than his by a bit at six. We sat there stroking each other for a
minute, but all I wanted to do was suck him off right then and there. "Do
you mind if i^Å" I started off, moving closer to his groin. "Uh, no?!" he
said, sitting back, leaning his seat back a bit. It was all I needed. I
leaned in and began to lick the head of his cock. The cramped quarters of
the tiny Honda made it more difficult than it probably should have been but
it would more than do. I didn't play long, quickly shoving his entire cock
into my mouth. He certainly wasn't the largest I'd had but he was up there.
I bobbed on his cock slowly at first before picking up speed. I worked his
cock as hard as I could. As much as I loved doing this I also still realized
we were in public and the very real chance of getting caught. He began to
moan, grunting really at first before I began to practically scream. I
reached up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to
his knees. Coming off of him, I popped his cock through the slit on his
boxers and slid them down to his knees as well. Now his entire nakedness was
in front of me. He had two perfectly sized balls, little larger than golf
balls, and there was not a hint of hair anywhere on his body. I sucked on
his sack, putting one ball in my mouth and then the other, stroking his cock
in the meantime, using my saliva as a lube. I shortly turned my attention
back to his rod, working it with all I had. He began to thrust his hips to
the movement of my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat every time. He let
out a moan with each thrust, and he put his hand on my head, running his
fingers through my hair. His thrusts started to become stronger, and I felt
his cock tense up in my mouth. I played with his balls in my hand, squeezing
them gently and caressing them. "Ok, ok^Å.I'm going to^Å" I took that as his
warning, not that I cared, and kept going. "No really, I'm about to^Å" and he
let out another moan. I guess he got the hint, because he thrusted about
twice more before I felt a warm sensation in my mouth. It had been a while
since I'd actually tasted cum, and his boy juice was some of the best I'd
ever had. It filled up my mouth, six, seven, eight loads, as I tried to
swallow to keep up. He was still thrusting into my mouth as he finally
stopped shooting, and he was panting from the excitement. I came off him,
licking the little bit of juice from his head. He was back in his seat,
almost collapsed, breathing heavily.  "That was amazing," he said putting
his hands on his stomach. "I've never gotten a blowjob like that before. And
I can't believe you took my load!" he said with exceitmen, sitting up. "Well
of course, what are friends for?" "Yeah, what are they for?" he said as he
leaned forward and grabbed my cock, which was still at full attention and
then some. As he leaned downward, a car suddenly passed us in the alley,
reminding us of where we were and why we were there.