Date: Wed, 09 Jun 2004 01:44:18 +0000
From: Stanton Pride <lapalazul@comcast.net>
Subject: Shiny New Red Dodge Dart

     One evening during the winter holiday break I was
walking across town to a friend's house, it was about 6:30
in the evening and the streets were dark and slippery with
ice and snow. As I crossed Thirteenth Street at the bottom
of the hill approaching the elementary school when a car
slowed and a little man behind the wheel waved at me. I
waved back as he continued on up the street and turned at
the corner.  Instinctually I knew I'd see him again very
soon.
     Even as a boy of only ten years the gay scene wasn't
veiled to me. It had been several years since the first time
a man had put his penis in my mouth, and thereafter in
various other places. I'm not gay, actually, I think I'm far
from it, but I do love sex. Then, as now, I felt no
attraction toward men per se, in most respects, but am
attracted to those that I have feeling for, and who show
feeling for me. No, it's the excitement, the intimacy, the
passion, and most of all it's the feeling of being used for
someone else's pleasure that I'm in love with. I learned at
a very early age; the more willing you are, the more
affection you receive.
So I slowed my pace and waited to see what would happen. At
that time I was very thin. I weighed about 85 pounds
depending on how much change I had in my pocket. Yet, my
skinny little butt seemed to appeal to the pervs that drove
the streets of my hometown, and at this particular moment, I
would welcome anything that would warm it up a bit; it was
absolutely freezing. It was about ten degrees, and all I
wore was jeans, loafers, shirt, sweater, and a cheap ersatz
leather jacket with no buttons on it. I guess I thought I
was being fashionable. I was shivering and my face stung
from the bite of the wind. Fortunately it wasn't a minute
more and his car came around the corner at Tenth Street and
rolled straight toward me. I stood at the curb.
     He pulled up in a shiny new, red Dodge Dart. He was of
slight build with thinning reddish hair and a somewhat
cherry-faced; you know.very clean looking, like a guy that
lived with his mother or something. The car seats had form
fitted plastic covers, the kind with the little raised bumps
that were supposed to keep you from sliding as you rounded
corners. Of course they never served the purpose. The car,
too, was very clean and neat, so much so that he appeared
more to be a part of the car, rather than the person driving
it. He was immaculately dressed. On his little cherry face
sat at pair of round thin-framed glasses, (it was the 60's,
after all), and a long black and white stripped scarf around
his neck that tucked into the front of his camel hair
topcoat with the other end very stylishly draped over his
shoulder and down his back; the spittin image of John
Denver. I couldn't make out much about his trousers and
shoes, but I feel sure they were as primped as the rest of
his expensive ensemble. He ran the electric window
down.(cool!) so that the heat and the smell of Jade East hit
my face simultaneously. (Hated the smell, loved the heat.)
     "Hi, you look like you could use a lift. Can I drop you
somewhere?" he asked.
I opened the door and slid onto the seat. He pulled away as
the electric window slid back into its slot. (very cool, I
thought). I watched it close and continued looking out the
window in silence.

    "Where ya headed?" He laid his hand on my knee as he
asked, smiling at me.

     "Damn, you're freezing." He reached for the heater
switch and turned it up.

     "I'm going to a friends house down on Tenth Avenue and
Tenth Street," I answered. Still not looking at him.

      "I'm just out riding around. I wouldn't mind the
company if you're not in a hurry."

    I shook my head and glanced toward him. "No hurry," I
said.

     "Then we'll ride." He smiled again. "My name's Rob.
Robert, really, but I prefer Rob."

    I didn't believe him, I'd been picked up before and I
doubted that these guys would give their real name. He must
have seen my hesitance and pulled his wallet out and handed
it to me. "Want to check my license?" He's won my trust. I
didn't look.

     "Stan," I said, "thanks for the ride."

     "Any place special you want to ride to?" He asked as he
turned down into town.

     "Don't matter, I've been everywhere there is around
here." I tried to sound more grown up, which sounded dumb,
even to me. I doubted he would care. He wanted a little boy,
and I was one.

     "How about a ride up over the mountain? We'll stop
somewhere for something to eat. Did you eat any supper yet?"
I shook my head again, I hadn't.

     We rode through the city and headed for the hills,
literally. He turned by the supermarket toward Mill Run; a
minute later we passed under the railroad tracks leaving the
city behind us. I had a feeling we were moving toward his
house, but where was that? I really didn't care. I leaned
against the door with my legs turned toward him. His hand
was still on my knee. He squeezed it as he glanced at me and
smiled slightly.

     We rolled away and left the glow of the city behind us
as I was beginning to thaw. Actually, in the rushing air of
the auto's heater I was beginning to feel quite warm. The
green and white lights of the dash glowed dimly in our
faces. Rob began talking, mostly about himself. He told me
he was a schoolteacher, and that he taught junior high. He
asked where I went to school, and said it was to bad I
wasn't in his district; I might get him as my teacher. I
wondered if he was lying and kept watching his face. In the
warmth of the car, as I removed my jacket, he suddenly
became overly accommodating.

     "Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Are you warm enough? Make yourself
comfortable. Do you need me to adjust the air more?" He
unbuttoned his coat and undid his scarf, leading me to
believe that if he hadn't picked me up, the heat would have
stayed on low. He had turned it on for my sake, to thaw me,
but now he made it very warm. I reached up and moved the
vent to divert the air from hitting me directly. I can't
stand it blowing in my face. He took my jacket and tossed it
into the back seat, then his hand went back to my leg, only
higher, and he squeezed a little tighter as he looked at me
without my jacket, searchingly, as if he were trying to see
through me, or at least through my clothes. I began to relax
and was feeling something growing in the pit of my stomach
as the headlights struggled with the black cold of the
night, fighting to keep from being swallowed by the damp
darkness. We rode on between the mounds of plowed snow.


    As we turned onto the mountain road, he spoke again,
but this time it sounded as if he choked on the words, like
his throat was dry, or he was nervous about something.

     "Would you mind riding without your jeans on?" His
voice quavered as he spoke softly; I barely heard what he
said.

    It's what I was waiting for, expecting, actually. The
knot in my stomach got bigger and my heart began to race.
That same old feeling returned: wanting to be taken, to be
controlled, and to please an older person. I hesitated,
then slowly unbuttoned the top of my jeans and
slid them over my narrow hips without having to
unzip them. I pushed my shoes off with my feet
and slid the jeans off. My skinny bare legs
glowed white in the lights of the dash and I
pulled them up onto the seat, and under me to
keep warm. The jeans went into the back with my
jacket as I sat huddled against the door and let
the heat of the vent cover me, careful not to
look at him. A chill ran across me and raised
tiny bumps on my bare skin, all the way up to my
scalp. It felt like my hair was shivering and
now my throat was dry and tight. I was sure I
couldn't speak. He reached for me.

 "Here, sit closer to me," his voice still shook
slightly with nervous excitement.

 I slid across the cold plastic cover toward him
                       and
his arm received me. His hand went directly
under my bottom as I settled down close to him
with my feet back under me to give his had room
for movement. His hand, at least, was warmer
than the plastic, and his fingers began to probe
the softness of my bottom. He held me tight to
him and a shiver went through his arm as his
short, delicate fingers wormed their way between
my legs and fumbled with my tiny scrotum. He was
breathing oddly, and his excitement was obvious
as he squeezed my ass cheeks and continued his
probing of my anus.

     At the top of the mountain he made a right
turn onto a dark road that crossed the top all
the way across to an adjacent peak; an old fire
road. It was referred to as The Cutoff. He came
to a plowed patch of forest clearing and pulled
off the highway, stopping in front of a chain
stretched between two posts. It looked like it
had been someone's house-trailer site. There was
a power pole with an electrical box and meter
next to a rectangular area of bare earth,
obviously having recently been moved, as no snow
lay on it whatsoever.

     Leaving the car, Rob let in a cold blast of
air that nearly crushed my tiny erection
developed by his incessant
probing. He walked to the chain and undid it,
letting it drop to the ground. When he came back
to the car he motioned for me to lower the
window, which I did once I found the correct
switch (electric windows were new then), and he
asked me if I could move the car forward to the
bare spot next to the pole. I slipped behind the
wheel and put the car in drive and let it drift
forward slowly past the chain and onto the patch
of bare ground. I suddenly felt like an old
friend of the cherry faced man. He let me drive
his car! I couldn't believe it. It meant that he
didn't view me as a little punk off the street.
He trusted me behind the wheel of his shiny red
car.

     Rob opened the door again and let in
another, even longer blast of cold night air as
he removed his coat and scarf in quick, jerky
motions. These he deposited carefully on the
back seat, laying them flat on top of one
another, as mine still lay in a heap in the
corner. Then he slid in and pulled the door too
behind him. "Damn it it's cold out", he
exclaimed as he slid to the middle of the seat
and pulled me to him and onto his lap. Putting
his hand behind my head, he kissed me. Not a
rough, whiskered, man-kiss, but more like a
girl, soft, warm, and fresh. My thin lips felt
lost against his full adult mouth as he held me
long and passionately. No man had ever kissed me
like this before. They were usually gross and
painful; stubble stabbing my chin and cheeks,
and their mouth tasted gross. With his other
hand he fondled my body, caressing it, touching
and squeezing, he felt my bare legs then slipped
his hand inside my underpants.

     The pressure of his lips softened, and he
began to probe my mouth with his tongue,
suddenly stopping, his lips still close to mine,
he asked, "Do you smoke?" I nodded, and he said,
"That's bad for you, you know," and immediately
covered my mouth again with his, pressing his
tongue farther and farther into me, but softly,
gently, lovingly. I could feel the hardness of
his cock pulsing under my legs as he reached up
and switched off the parking lights. We were in
the wild sweet darkness of possession and
desire. I didn't think about what was coming, I
just let it happen as it had so many times
before. When he released me from the kiss, his
hands went under my sweater and shirt and lifted
them quickly over my head and depositing them
both, as near as I could tell, in the back with
the pile in the corner.

     "Are you cold?" he asked. I nodded not. The
heat was still running full. He has all eighty-
five pounds of me naked now with the exception
of my underpants, sitting on his lap in the
middle of a darkened forest. Taking me again in
his arms he began running his soft lips over my
neck and shoulders. I shivered, but not from the
cold alone, but from the desire raging through
me borne by his lips and tongue against my young
skin. My erection was as hard as it could get,
and I felt the sticky wetness in my pants. It
was suddenly beginning to feel very warm in the
car, and Rob abruptly slid me off his lap to my
place next to the door. He opened his trousers
and pushed them down off his hips. In the
paleness of the scant light reflected off the
snow, I could see his man size cock standing
straight up against the small bulge of his
belly, and his male scent came to me hot, and
pungent. His pallid skin, like mine, gave a
faint glow in the darkness. You could tell we
are northerners, both of us.

 He reached for me again and put his hand behind
                       my
head, pulling me toward his lap. I could feel
the heat of his once hotly veiled crotch as my
lips met the silky softness of his tight
erection. Instinctively my mouth ran up and down
its length; lips slightly apart; tongue tracing
wet trails along him. He lifted his scrotum with
his left hand and guided me down with the other.
I licked and sucked his balls, wetting them with
my tongue, around and around. He arched himself
upward and pressed my face between his legs,
trying to force me as deep as possible. As I
licked him, I could see the glisten of pre-cum
slipping down the side of his cock like dripping
candle wax. With my free hand I wetted his cock
with it and began to gently stroke him as I
continued licking and sucking his balls, pushing
my tongue as far down under his sack as it would
reach. Each attempt brought a new groan. I could
feel him begin to swell and harden more, and I
knew what was about to happen, when he suddenly
pulled my hand away.

     His throat was dry and tight with passion
and excitement as he hoarsely whispered, "Turn
around . get up on your knees!" I obliged. He
took hold of his cock in a death grip with his
left hand. As I turned, he caught the waistband
of my underpants with his free hand, and with a
single quick jerk had pulled them past my knees
and over my feet. I was now completely his. My
bare ass was inches from him, and my face was
feeling the cold glow of the passenger side
window. His soft, un-calloused teacher's hands
began floating over my tiny ass cheeks. I could
feel him nearly cover my entire butt with his
one hand as he squeezed it. Now and then his
fingers would dip between my legs and tickle my
balls and play with my cock that was standing
stone-like, pointing toward my own chin. It just
didn't know any better.

     Then his lips were against me, once more
wet and hot.He covered my little boy ass with
wet kisses and tongue twirls, (something that,
to this day, I would pay to have done) I loved
it so much. I lifted it, straightening my legs
slightly to make it easier for him to get at me,
wanting him to eat me like I was a little girl.
He held my small balls in his fingers, fondling
them as he continued his lip quest, all the
while keeping his own burning life tightly
squeezed and in check. His tongue did its work,
creating its temptation, and probing for the
spot it was seeking. He began licking in long,
slow strokes. Pulling my balls back like soft
little nuggets to his tongue, and licking the
length of my cleavage leaving a wet trail behind
until my ass crack glistened with wetness.

   At last he buried his face as deeply as he
                     could,
probing and targeting that one luscious spot of
boyhood that he dreamed of so often in his
classroom. He was no longer nervous, or dry
throated. He was right where he wanted to be and
he slowed his pace to savor the object of his
devouring desire. Trying to end that constant
craving,
his imagination faded into reality, and the
scent of littleboy ass filled him, expanding his
gut with all the pleasure he knew it would
bring. He licked, and licked, and probed, and
probed with that hot sensual member that had so
long lain dormant in its pink and ivory cavern.
With it he
wetted and lubricated the object of his coming
release.

 He stopped and carefully removed his trousers
                      and
underpants, pulling them over his shoes and
neatly depositing them on the back seat with
the remainder of his
wardrobe. I stayed on my knees, waiting for
him. He slipped back behind me and pulled me
toward him as he rolled slightly to his right
side. He fumbled excitedly, nervously,
succeeding at nothing. I pushed his hands away
and raised myself to him, taking the head of it
in my small fingers and directing it towards
his desire. Pressing myself down, the pre-cum
wet me even more and made the entry silky and
hot. I took several long, delicious seconds to
lower myself, until he fully owned me. At last
he was in all the way, but I didn't want to
move, or have him move, otherwise it would be
over in seconds. I made him wait while I
stroked my own tiny member into obedience. The
pressure in my belly and groin began building,
and my tiny ass clenched his pulsing hard thing
deep inside me.

  As the feeling mounted I began a wiggling,
                   bouncing
motion to increase the sensation of where he
was, causing Rob to begin gasping and jerking
all over as his sensation took him with me,
slamming his little round belly against my tiny
ass and filling my tight object with thick, hot
cream. At the same time, the tiny spurts of my
own flew out of me, striking the underside of
my chin and skipping across the plastic bubbled
seat. We clenched each other without hands as
though we were trying to pass through one
another. Finally we lay sweating in the heat
blasting from the vents. He pulled away and
turned me toward him, pushing my face down
toward his fading erection, I took it into my
mouth, and lay quietly, gently sucking until it
was clean and soft. He lifted me and softly
kissed me, probing with is tongue for the taste
of us.

     We wiped the seat, and my little freshly
fucked asshole clean with paper towels, and
then kissed my bottom gently several times,
softly caressing with his lips and tongue tip.
We got dressed, talking like old chums as we
put ourselves together.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" he exclaimed as we
talked. "You are one hell of a lover. That was
so good!"

     He kissed me again, and again. Finally, he
went out, put his coat on, and let the chain
drop. I put the car in reverse and drifted it
outside the perimeter, then parked it and
waited for Rob to return. I felt so grown up.
So satisfied with life at that moment. I wanted
it to last forever. He slid in behind the
wheel, pulled me close to him, and backed the
car out onto the highway. We headed down the
mountain, once again toward the city lights
below, his arm around me as I sat there dumbly
thinking about what I was going to do with the
remainder of the evening.


     We stopped at the curb in front of my
friend's house; it was nearly nine o'clock and
I was two hours late. He handed me a ten-dollar
bill.

     "Here, you and your friend go see a movie
or something. Have some fun. I know I did. I
hope you liked it too."

I took the money and slid out the door.

     "Thanks for the ride." I said in an overly
loud voice, my conscience tricking me.

     I knew that my friend would ask whose car
it was. He
pulled away and I didn't look to see if he
waved, I just walked up the stairs. The door
opened almost before I knocked.

     "Man, you're late, where were you? I
called your house a long time ago!"

     I just walked past him without answering.
We were the same age and new not to press it if
an answer wasn't forthcoming. His mother said
hello. "Hi", was all I offered in return.

"Can Danny go to the movies? I'll pay his way?"
I asked.

"You always have money!" he said, and looked at
                      me
strangely.

     I knew he was wondering where I was, who I
was with, and where did I get movie money. He
put his coat and gloves on and we went out the
door. His mom and dad watched television.


     We went down the steps and turned up the
hill from his house toward Tenth Street. I
could see out the corner of my eye that he was
looking at me, trying to read in my face where
I had been and what I had been doing. I could
feel a little cold, wet spot in the back of my
jeans and inwardly smiled at my secret. As we
got to the top of the hill, a little red Dodge
Dart went past and tooted its horn, but we just
ignored it and kept walking.