Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 21:50:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: More Mesa <moremesa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barry's Test Drive

My heart was racing as I got out of his car. I knew Barry would finish
himself off within seconds after dropping me off. I had to get in the
house, dodge my mom, and get to my room as soon as I could. My penis was
aching, and as hard as it had ever been. I hoped I could navigate through
the living room without getting caught.

It was 7:30 on a Wednesday night late in the summer, twilight. I was
fifteen.  I had just spent two hours with a man in a car; for the first
time, loving and fondling a grown man's penis.

I had hoped to be penetrated. I really had hoped we could find a way for
him to take me. I was so ready for it. In the end, it was a wonderful, but
frustrating experience, with neither of us actually cumming despite all
that time together.

Over the course of the night in my room I masturbated four times, barely
dribbling cum the last time, stopping only because my cock was getting raw
from my pulling and tugging. I kept the large carrot in my ass as long as I
could too. I had snagged it from the kitchen after everyone else went to
bed, and rammed it in and out of my ass all night long. Throughout the
night, I violated my ass with that carrot, making it hurt me while
pretending it was Barry's cock exploding into me.

I was so turned on. I knew I would always love sex with men. I knew it was
part of who I was, and I'd have to figure out how to make it happen.

This is a true story. I am recounting as faithfully as I can remember it,
which is pretty close to what happened. I doubt I'll forget a second of the
two hours I spent with him. To my chagrin, he did not fuck me although I
begged him to. Nonetheless, I hope you find the story intriguing and
exciting. All of it is true.

Barry worked at the Used Car Lot in the small town where I lived, a block
up from where I had a summer job in the Country Western Store. Since
learning how to masturbate with an older boy when I was 12, I was pretty
much into looking for encounters with other boys who would jack off with
me. But my real hope, as I got older and bolder, was to meet men who would
fuck me.

I'd had maybe 10 encounters with other boys. It was easier in Junior High
than it was in High School. In Junior High, kids were shy and kept quiet.
In High School, you ran the risk of getting a reputation as a fag or queer.
I didn't want that to happen for obvious reasons, so I'd turned my
attention to men. I knew that older men would be interested, if I could
find them, and that they would be turned on by a kid my age, 15. And,
they'd probably keep quiet about it for the obvious reasons too.

On my lunch breaks during the summer, I'd take a half hour and wander up to
the car lot. I had my Learner's Permit but not my full license so I had to
drive with someone over 18 in the car. After my first couple of visits, I
got to know Barry. He was 28 years old, very friendly and I knew right away
that he was an opportunity. He told me he was single and lived alone in the
motel at the end of town.

It was no big deal for a kid my age to check out cars in a used car lot, so
on my lunch breaks, I walked up the block when I knew Barry would be
working.

It was completely obvious that I was a kid who was horny and looking for
sex. Barry picked up on it immediately, and I encouraged him in every way I
could.

He never really touched me but he sure was friendly and stood close to me
whenever I was there. After visiting with him a few times, I began to
fantasize about him when I masturbated. That just made him more attractive
to me, and I must have really given off the heavy vibes and feelings--ooh,
did I want to get close to him. Painful urges.

One day, Barry asked me if I wanted to drive a sports car they had on the
lot. I had my Permit so I could drive with someone over 18. I agreed
quickly and he told me he would pick me up near my house, a little down the
road, not right in front. That certainly clued me in that we were on the
same page.

He showed up right on time. But, instead of bringing the 2-seat sports car,
he drove up in a big sedan, with a bench seat instead of bucket seats. It
didn't take me long to appreciate his decision.

Within a few minutes, Barry leaned over and put his right hand on my upper
thigh. He asked me if I minded, and I said no, it was fine--and opened my
legs so he could have easier access.

He took the hint and moved his hand up my inner thigh. Soon after, he had
his hand on my pants, feeling my young erection, and I was simply about to
burst. This was what I had longed for, for so long, and still love to this
day. That feeling of a cock, being felt, feeling one, loving just the
sensation of the muscle of a man, erect, throbbing, soft, hard, all at
once.

Barry started telling me about his time in Europe, a visit he'd taken some
time recently. He asked me if I knew that, in Europe, men and women have
sex parties where sometimes the men are with other men.

As he told me more, I decided to take the initiative and slimply, reached
over, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and reached inside the
pee-slot in his briefs to take out his penis.

Barry gasped and I leaned further over and took his cock in mouth. I just
inhaled with my nose and I rolled my tongue around his penis. I could taste
the slick pre-cum and it was so sweet and good I just milked his cock with
my lips.

Barry was going crazy, trying to drive without crashing. It was still light
out and we drove around with me mumbling as he talked, leaving his penis in
my mouth.

We drove on like that for a long time. I finally got up and smelled his
crotch and penis on my face, mouth and chin by holding my hand close to my
face.

I told him I knew the area pretty well, and I could find a place where we
could park and get in the back seat. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't tell
him, but I was sure he would fuck me if we could find a place.

Shockingly, he was nervous. Here he had a 15 year old, hot boy, ready to
blow him, and let him fuck him in the ass--but, he told me he was scared we
would get caught. Hell, I knew the avocado groves and citrus groves around
there so well, that I knew we could find a place to have fun. But he
wouldn't do it.

Instead, he decided to pull over to the side of the road, a move I thought
was foolish for sure. He told me he wanted to teach me how to give a proper
blowjob. So he opened my pants fully and sucked on my cock up all the way
then down, and up only halfway. He was trying to show me how to do it,
there on the side of the road.

And, of course, after a few minutes, he did get scared and started up the
car. I practically begged him to find a place for us to park, but he
decided it was best that he take me home.

I couldn't believe it. I was so frustrated. To take advantage of the time I
did have, I leaned over again and sucked him off for all I was worth. I
really worked him into a frenzy--and then, he stopped in front of my
house. Time to go.

Then into the house, dodging my mom and sisters, into my bedroom, and a
night of frustrated jacking off, and abuse of my ass with a carrot instead
of a cock.

I never saw Barry again. Soon after, school started, and soon after that, I
heard in the locker room that two kids from school had been caught with him
in his motel room. Barry had left town abruptly. Ironically, the two kids
were from the tough crowd, completely surprising and unexpected.

To this day, I still remember the feeling of Barry's cock and pubic hair on
my face as I suckled his cock in that car, so many years ago.