Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2006 23:04:30 -0500
From: Sean Monteiro <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cars, Boys, and Sex

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are under
18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county,
state, country, planet, etc), please stop now.

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-Sean


So I got a new car recently. But not just any car; one that was imported
into the States from Japan. Which means it has the steering wheel on the
right-hand side instead of the left. If you live in the UK, Australia, NZ,
Japan, you wouldn't be impressed because it's an everyday thing to you. And
if you're the average North American, it probably wouldn't impress you
either, unless you're into import cars.

But let me tell you what: this fucking car has turned out to me more of a
guy magnet than I ever expected. The car itself is hot. It's a sleek black
Toyota Supra for those of you who are interested, plenty of power under the
hood and drives as fast and strong as a wet dream. But what's even hotter is
the attention it attracts, because the steering wheel is on the other side.

I was cruising around near the mall one day, just driving around, trying to
find some other guys to race. Pulling out from a side street, I noticed this
guy in an Infiniti G20, right behind me, doing a double-take. If you drive a
car with the steering wheel on the other side, you kinda get used to the
looks. I only look back when the guy is hot, and this one definitely was.

I pulled up in front of the mall, the guy in the Infiniti right on my ass. I
looked in the rear-view mirror and he looked at me, trying to get my
attention. I lifted my chin up, giving him that cocky half-nod that car guys
give each other. When the way ahead was clear, I pulled across the street
and into a parking lot. He pulled his Infiniti up right next to me. Because
my steering wheel was on the other side of the car, we really WERE right
next to each other.

He got out of his car, I got out of mine. Up close he was even hotter. And
he knew how to dress. Faded Abercrombie jeans, tattered and slightly flared
at the bottom, a white polo shirt with thin dark green stripes with the
collar turned up, and a baseball cap perched high on his head, the bill of
the cap tilted just slightly to the side. His walk was all confidence. He
was skinny, with a nice tan and these killer green eyes that stared right
through me. And his lips were quirked up in this smirk, that together with
the spark in his eyes, made me think he could be a real pervert. In a good
way.

"Hey," he said, his eyes taking in my Supra and then flicking to me. He
reached out his hand. "I'm Jared."

"I'm Sean," I told him as we shook hands.

"Man," he said, looking back at my car, "how the hell'd you get your hands
on THIS, dude?"

So I told him the story, all the shit I had to go through to get it
street-legal, which really doesn't have anything to do with sex so I'll skip
it. He ran his hand gently along the hood, nodding his appreciation.
"Fuckin' sick, man. Totally fuckin' sick."

(By the way, "sick" is gearhead lingo for "hot", something that's admired.
And of course, I was completely flattered that this hot guy was admiring my
car.)

We talked for awhile longer, about cars in general. "You in any clubs?" he
asked me.

I told him I wasn't. Before now, car clubs had seemed pretty juvenile to me.
Just a bunch of cocky guys with their souped-up Camaros and Mustangs, acting
like asses. But when Jared asked me if I wanted to hang out with him
sometime, go cruising, maybe meet some of the other guys in his club, I
didn't hesitate in saying that I was interested. We exchanged cell phone
numbers, shook hands again, and went our separate ways. I never really
expected to hear from him again.

That night, while I was taking a shower, inevitably I started to jerk off.
When I take a shower in the evening, that's usually what I do it for,
anyway. I stood there, leaning against the tiled wall, feeling the hot water
coursing down over my body, thinking about Jared. His taut, skinny body,
those piercing green eyes, and especially his perverted smirk. I was working
up to a really good cum when I heard my cell phone ringing.

Normally, I sure as hell wouldn't stop jerking off and get out of the shower
just to answer my phone. But I think on a subconscious level I knew who it
was going to be, and what was going to follow. So I turned off the water,
grabbed a towel, and reached for my cell phone, which was sitting next to
the sink. I looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Jared.

"Hey man," he said when I answered. "Yeah, so, I was just wondering if you
were up to maybe cruising around tonight. My boys are all busy, so it'd just
be the two of us, but I'd really like to take that Supra of yours out. That
is, if you want to."

I had to think about it for maybe one-tenth of a second before saying
"Sure!" I changed into dark blue jeans, a navy blue polo shirt with one side
of the collar turned up, a white A&F baseball cap, and put on my hottest
cologne, feeling like I was getting ready for a date. We agreed to meet in a
parking lot halfway between where he and I lived. When I got there, he was
already waiting, this time in a totally hot red Mitsubishi 3000GT. He shook
my hand again, but held it a little longer this time.

"So," he said, grinning, "I usually never do this, because I like being in
control, but do you mind driving? Just riding in that car would be so cool.
I could freak people out, they'd think I was driving `cause I'd be sitting
where the normal driver's seat is..."

I smiled. "Sounds good. Let's go."

Showing off, I floored it when we pulled out of the parking lot, swinging
over into the rightmost lane and passing everyone that was going slow, which
was everybody. Jared seemed to be almost orgasmic about my car, which I
found totally hot, of course. He kept looking at every little detail,
commenting on things, and it was so cool. On this one stretch of city street
we drove for almost fifteen minutes with him sticking his feet out the
window, resting on the side mirror. To anybody who didn't look closely, of
course, it looked like the driver of the car was sticking his feet out the
window. We got SO many looks, and I was enjoying every second of it.

As the sun sank out of sight and the orange sky faded to dusk, I pulled onto
a side street in a nice neighborhood and pulled up to the curb. Jared was
still laughing from these two guys in a Dodge Avenger that we'd just raced
(and beaten).

"Man," he said, putting his arm around my seat. "That was so fucking cool."

I yanked the parking brake into position and looked over at him. "You want
to drive it?"

The look he gave me was priceless, like I'd just said "You want me to suck
your cock and let you cum in my mouth?" I smirked, wondering what he'd say
if I'd really said that.

The first question of the two proved to be more than exciting enough for
him, though. His green eyes lit up like a little boy's. "Really?"

In response, I grinned, got out of the car, and opened up his door. We
exchanged places, and he slid behind the wheel. I watched him as he leaned
back in the seat and ran his long fingers over the steering wheel and the
gearshift. The way his hands were moving was pretty erotic, and I felt
myself getting hard. I didn't know how he'd take it if he knew I was getting
horny over watching him touch my car, but luckily it was getting dark out,
and he wouldn't be able to tell if I sat still.

Jared popped the hand brake, shifted into first, and eased the car back out
on the side street, still caressing the steering wheel like it was his own
cock. His lips were slightly parted, and without warning he floored it,
shifting up through the gears in a powerful, almost lustful way, actually
moaning when the car accelerated to his standards.

I felt my stomach tingle when he moaned. It was a fucking hot sound, hearing
him do that. He looked over at me and smiled, almost like he knew what I was
thinking.

I let a lot of people drive my car; it isn't every day you get to drive a
car with the steering wheel on the other side, so everybody wants to try it
once. Most of them are so nervous, and since the center of balance is on the
opposite side of the car, they either were way too far in the middle of the
road, or hugging the shoulder. But Jared drove it like a pro.

"Must be all that Initial D I played," he said with a grin, when I
complimented him on it. "The cars in that game have steering wheels on this
side, too."

We cruised around as dusk turned to night. At first we talked a lot, but
after awhile we just rode in companionable silence. Jared kept one hand on
my gearshift (though I wish his hand had been on a different stick of mine).
I just kept looking at that hand, imagining him jerking off, and suddenly I
felt my cock poking hard against my jeans. I shifted in my seat, trying not
to draw attention to himself.

But suddenly Jared slammed on the breaks, saying, "Are you fucking serious?
You gotta be fucking kidding me."

My heart started pounding. Oh, shit. He'd seen I was hard, and he didn't act
like he was taking it very well.

But no. That wasn't it. He'd stopped on a side street in front of a huge
house. A black Honda Prelude was parked at the curb, and Jared was glaring
at it. "No fucking way," he said, pulling my car over to the opposite side
of the street.

"What?" I asked him, confused.

Angrily, he pointed to the Honda. "That's Steve's car. And that house
belongs to Natalie. She's my ex-girlfriend, from a couple years ago, before
I met my boys. And Steve's a total freaking asshole. He used to be in my
club. But then Natalie stole him away from us..."

There was a weird light in his eyes, and I thought his statement was a
little cryptic, but I didn't say anything. I know what it sounded like to
me, but I'm sure that was just my horny imagination taking too many
liberties where it shouldn't.

Jared reached for the door handle, threw the door open, and got outside.
"Hey," he told me, "I gotta show Steve who's boss. You cool with that?"

I nodded, wondering if that meant there was going to be a fight. I got out
of the car too, feeling a little uneasy but yet perversely excited at the
same time. I watched Jared walk across the street, but instead of going
toward the house, he stopped right in front of the Honda. I winced, thinking
he was going to key it or something. I don't care how much of an asshole a
person is, it still makes me shudder when someone tries to hurt their car. I
guess that's a gearhead thing.

But as I soon found out, Jared had something different in mind. Standing
right in the wash of the headlights of my car, he fumbled with the zipper on
his jeans, yanked it down, and pulled out his cock. Against my better
judgment, I found myself taking a couple steps closer so I could get a
better view. But he was standing half turned away from me, so I didn't see
as much as I'd have liked to.

What I did see though, was that he was long. Really long. And the second
thing I noticed was that he wasn't soft, either. At first I thought he was
going to piss on the car, which made me wicked hard in a really perverted
sort of way, but when he spit in his hand a couple times and reached down to
grab himself, I knew he wasn't going to piss.

Jared stood there right next to the Honda, feet spread and leg muscles
tense, and started to jerk himself off. Furiously. His hand pumped his long
cock hard and fast, and it wasn't even a minute before he exhaled really
loud and started cumming all over this guy Steve's Honda. I watched as his
first spurt of cum arced through the air, spraying across the shiny black
hood of the car. Each exhalation of Jared's made me that much hornier, until
I was dying to just whip my own cock out right there and yank on it, yank on
it really hard, until I came. I wanted to cum so bad. But I was so
spellbound at what I was seeing at the same time, I never thought about
taking care of myself.

Headlights appeared at the end of the street, and a car drew nearer. Jared
just stood there, his cock still in his hand, and though he'd just cum, it
certainly wasn't getting any softer. As the car pulled up in front of us, it
slowed down as its occupants tried to figure out what we were doing. I saw
it was a guy and his girlfriend, around our age. The guy was driving, and he
let the car slow down so it almost stopped altogether, as he gaped at Jared.
Then I saw him start to grin, and he reached down to adjust his crotch.
Seeing that, his girlfriend slapped him upside the head, and suddenly
embarrassed, he gunned it and they sped off.

Jared laughed hysterically. "Oh man, that was so great." Grinning, he zipped
up his jeans and walked back to my car. He looked me in the eye, waiting to
see what my reaction would be.

My reaction was that I wanted to cum. His eyes ran down my body, until they
stopped at my crotch. That perverted grin of his suddenly got a lot wider,
and he reached up under his polo shirt to scratch his flat stomach, exposing
his abs to me. "Yeah," he said pensively, more to himself than to me, his
eyes still on the bulge in my jeans. "Thought so."

Embarrassed, I didn't know what to say. Jared grabbed my hand and steered me
toward the driver's seat. "You can drive again, Sean. But I have a place in
mind I want to go, if it's OK with you."

If I read what I saw in his eyes right, fuck, I would have driven anywhere
he asked me to, all the way to the tip of South America if need be. I got in
the car and slammed my door. He slid into the passenger's seat and turned so
he was facing me as I drove. He spoke softly, and his arm came up to rest on
the back of my seat again.

"So, I was telling you earlier about our club," he said softly as I drove.

"Yeah," I said, my heart suddenly pounding.

"We're a pretty tightly-knit community, actually," Jared said, looking
intently at me. "We're very close. Like, VERY close. You get what I mean?"

"I think so," I said, afraid to voice what I thought he meant, because if I
was wrong, I was probably way off the mark. But if I was right...fuck, what if
I was right?!

"Turn left here," he said, without looking at the street ahead. He just kept
looking at me. "So. Like I was saying. We're a car club, like I told you
earlier. But we also fuck."

My heart forgot how to work. The Supra started to slow down, and the car
behind me was right on top of me. Suddenly I felt like that guy and his
girlfriend in the car, he was so preoccupied he completely forgot he was
even driving. The car behind me honked its horn, and I sped up, my hands
gripping the steering wheel.

I remembered how Jared had gripped this same steering wheel, and started to
feel lightheaded. "You...fuck?" I repeated, sounding like an idiot.

"Yeah," he said in this low voice, watching my every movement to see how I'd
react. "We fuck. As in, each other. Like I said, we're really close."

I didn't say anything for a few miles, and neither did Jared, except to give
me directions. After a little while I knew where we were going--this stretch
of park up near the lake.

"Does it sound like something you'd be interested in?" he asked
matter-of-factly, suddenly studying his fingernails.

"Hell yeah," I said quickly, without hesitation. Jared laughed.

"Awesome, man. `Cause like I said, none of my boys are around tonight, and
I'm fucking horny and still hard as hell."

I smirked. "Even after cumming as much as you did on Steve's Honda?"

Jared dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "Fuck, Sean, that was nothing,
man. Nothing. The boys have a nickname for me when they're being smartasses.
It's `Shooter.'"

"You cum like that every time?" I asked as he indicated that I should turn
up a road that led into the park.

"No," he said. "I was holding back. Usually I cum a hell of a lot more than
that."

I definitely felt lightheaded now, remembering how it seemed like he'd shot
a gallon of his cum onto the hood of the Honda. And if that was "holding
back"...my mind was definitely racing now.

The park was deserted, the sky full of stars and the lake black and
mysterious. Several back roads led up into the woods, and we turned off on
one of these. It was even darker up underneath the trees, as I took the
Supra up higher into the hills.

"Pull over here," Jared said, when we came to a pull-off at the side of the
road.

I did, feeling nervous. We pulled the car behind a screen of thick bushes,
where we were hidden from the road. "But what if a cop comes by..."

Jared laughed. "They won't, not at this time of night. It isn't late enough
yet. And if they do, so what, man?"

I smiled nervously, not so sure I'd like to have a cop find me doing what I
hoped we were about to do in the backseat of my car. But we were a long
distance from the main road, and hidden by the bushes, and I was totally
ready to get boned. My desire for cock was far more powerful than my worries
about getting caught.

Jared reached over and put his arm around me, leaned across the center
console, and kissed me. The feeling of his lips against mine, then his
teeth, was so hot. He pulled me over into the passenger's seat with him, and
I went willingly. He pushed me back in the seat and he leaned down over me,
kissing me as he worked a hand up under my shirt, then down into my jeans
and boxers. When his long fingers gripped my cock, cupped my balls in the
palm of his hand, he broke the kiss and smiled. "Yeah buddy," he breathed,
jerking me slowly. "I really hoped you'd be into this."

He tightened his grip on my cock, and, emboldened, I reached for his zipper.
I yanked his jeans halfway down, then his boxers, and I got a close-up view
of his cock. It was right in front of my face, sticking straight upward, and
I could smell his musky scent. And what I saw definitely made me want him up
my ass.

He was long, as I'd seen earlier. Long and kinda skinny, just like the rest
of his body, but by that I don't mean his cock was too thin. Wrapping my
hand around it, I still got a good fistful. But he was definitely longer
than he was thick, and while I'd seen a lot of big cocks before, I hadn't
seen a lot of long ones like this. I bet he could really get up deep inside
a guy, and I wanted to find out.

He grinned down at me, watching me as I admired his long cock. "I've always
wanted to fuck a redhead," he said, smirking.

I smiled at that. "You want to get in the backseat?"

"No," he said. "I mean, yeah. Later. But first, get out of the car. We've
gotta properly christen it first. Your car, I mean."

A little mystified, I climbed out of the passenger's side, and he followed
me. The night was warm, and crickets serenaded the darkness from the woods
around us. He ran a big hand across the hood of my Supra, then looked at me,
and suddenly it all became clear.

He stood there, his cock fully erect, and spit into his hand again. Jerking
himself slowly, he flashed his perfect white teeth at me. "God I really
wanna sink this cock into your ass, man."

I felt dizzy when he said that, but I somehow managed to walk over to him
without stumbling. He guided me down against the front of the car, so I was
face-down against the hood. He pulled my shirt up to my shoulders, so that
my bare chest and cock pressed against the hood, which was still warm,
almost hot. I heard him spit again and felt his fingers at my asshole,
working his spit in. He slid one of those long fingers up my ass, laughing
softly when it made me moan. I heard him get into position, and then felt
the head of his cock at my ass. He lowered himself down onto me and fucked
that long cock up into me inch by inch.

When I felt completely filled up, like I did when most guys were fucking me,
I sighed in contentment, waiting for him to start thrusting. But he wasn't
even all the way in yet! I swear he got up deeper in me than any guy ever
had before. Once, I thought he was as far in as he'd be able to get, but
then he shifted position and applied more pressure, and went even farther.
My mouth wide open, I let out this long breath, and finally I felt his balls
against my ass, his skinny thighs on the back of my legs, his chest against
my back, his big hands on my tight abs.

"Fuhhhk," Jared said, letting out this long moan. "Shit man, you can take it
all, can't you?"

I answered him with a moan of my own. "You feel fucking awesome up inside of
me."

"I still can't believe you took it all," he said, amazed. "Most guys chicken
out. You are like THE perfect bottom."

I laughed. "Something like that. I think I was born for it."

"Shit," Jared said, "then where the hell have you been all my life?" He
pushed himself against me, shoving himself up my ass as much as he possibly
could, and moaning at the result. "Fuck, I've never been had it feel this
good before. Man, I want to cum so bad."

"Yeah," I said, the side of my face resting against the hood of the car.

"But not yet," he added. "I want to enjoy this."

He started fucking me then. The sound of the crickets blurred into this dull
drone, and all I could hear clearly were the grunts and exhalations he made
as he rammed his cock up inside of me, over and over. I was getting so hard,
and I knew if I were able to feel my own cock, my head would be soaking wet
with precum, but Jared had me pinned so hard against the hood of the car
that I couldn't move at all.

I remembered he was fucking me on the hood of my car, and got even harder.
My cock was rubbing against the smooth paint, and his cock was all the way
up in me. We fucked like that for awhile, until I felt the hood begin to get
cold beneath me.

"OK," Jared said as he pulled out of me. "Let's get in the backseat now. I
need to cum, Sean, I need to cum really bad." He looked like a little boy
pouting as he said that. "I really need to cum, Sean. Can I cum in you? Up
inside you? Would you like that?"

I grabbed him, pulled him close, kissed him again. It was a rough kiss, a
testosterone-driven kiss, the kiss of two horny guys who need to cum so bad
it's going to tear them apart if they don't do it. We got into the backseat
together. I lay across the seat, and Jared was on top of me before I'd
really gotten positioned right, but I didn't care.

Lying like we were, with him on top of me, he had an even better angle to
bone me than before. His long cock snaked its way back up in me, all the way
up, all the way in. He sighed. "Fuck, it's so good to shove my cock in a hot
ass again. It's been too fucking long, man."  I clenched my ass muscles
around his cock and he swooned, then giggled. "Damn. You're good at this."

I knew he was getting close. I was too, I needed to cum so bad. "I'm fuckin'
gonna shoot," Jared panted. "You ready for me? You ready for me to shoot up
your ass?"

"Yeah," I told him.

"You ready, Sean?"

"Yeah!"

"Good, `cause...aw, FUCK!"

And then he started cumming. With that long cock he could shoot it all even
deeper up inside me, and he just kept cumming, more and more of it. I could
feel all his spunk, so incredibly hot and heavy and sticky, all of it way up
my ass. I then realized he was jerking me too, and even as he was still
shooting inside me, I came too. He tried to catch it all in his hands, but
he didn't, and the backseat of my new Supra got a fair share of it.

When Jared was finally finished cumming, he stayed up inside of me for a
minute, and put his full weight down on top of me. "Yeah," he said,
laughing, sounding exhausted. "You passed the initiation. If you want in,
you're definitely in the club. And I really hope you want in."

"I do," I told him as he slowly pulled out of me and we sat up.

He looked down at his cupped hand. "Sorry. I tried to get it all, but man,
you shot quite a load yourself." He brought his fingers to his mouth and
sucked my cum off them, watching me the whole time. It was fucking hot,
watching him suck my thick cum off each of his long fingers.

"Sean," he said, grinning, "the boys are going to love you, man. They'll eat
you right up. But I got to have you first. That'll really burn their asses,
and I'll love every minute of it."

We got back in the front seat, and I put the car in gear. I drove around the
park, feeling all of his hot thick cum up inside me, feeling totally
satisfied. For now.

I looked over at Jared, and he smiled at me, baring his teeth. I smiled
back. I think I was going to have a lot of fun in this club. I couldn't wait
to find out.