Date: Mon, 02 Nov 1998 14:11:49 PST
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Limo Quickie 

Here's a short tale from a rather exciting ride. Remember....play safe and
stay healthy. Comments to Cgard43@hotmail.com

LIMO QUICKIE

I first saw him as I set down my bag and briefcase outside the airport
terminal and reached for a cigarette while I waited for the limo.  That
when I saw the guy!

He stood about 20 feet away from me but even at that distance I could see
he was a great looking guy. Now I realize that it could have been just
because I was coming home from a week-long business trip or just because it
was Friday night, but just catching sight of him got my hormones surging
and I realized I was feeling horny as hell, and this dude looked darn good
to me.

Our eyes met, just in a flash, and automatically, I glanced away, not
wanting to get caught staring at him. Then I thought, "What the hell?" and
looked back at him. He was looking at me too. I studied him up and down,
taking in the great picture. He was dressed conservatively in a dark blue
blazer and gray slacks. His tie was loosened and his collar button open.
But that was just the window dressing. It was the dark, wavy hair, the
bright blue eyes (even from that distance) and the great looking smile that
held my attention.

Smile?  Yes, he was smiling, and he appeared to be smiling at me. My
natural shyness made me look away again, but I was drawn back and had to
glance at him yet again.  There was lots of traffic around us, but he was
the only person I saw.

Damn, he was a sexy stud, I thought to myself. I took in the whole look
again, then couldn't help but focus on his crotch. Okay, I confess it, I'm
a crotch watcher, and this guy's crotch had some very interesting bulges.
I felt, rather than saw, his glance on me again and looked up into that
sexy gaze. Our eyes locked together and he smiled again.  Then it was
almost like I couldn't look away. His stare held me in its grip and I was
helpless.

Minutes went by, until suddenly we both blinked. I knew I was blushing, but
I couldn't help myself. Peripherally I saw his arm move and a large strong
hand appeared to casually rearrange things in the front of his pants. I
looked down and watched him touch himself, not grossly or in any
exaggerated way; just a guy making himself more comfortable.

I felt my own cock start to stir as I watched him and I sighed. With a
little smile, I nodded my head just a fraction, eager to see if there would
be any reaction. He returned my smile and I thought I saw just the hint of
a wink. Naw, must have been my imagination.

Remembering where I was, I turned my heat to scan the oncoming limos,
checking each license number to find the one I was supposed to get to take
me home.  None of those in line were even close to the number I'd been
given.

I looked back at the guy, taking in his handsomeness in a lingering gaze.
Damn. I could have sworn that he was showing a long hard on snaking down
the left leg of his slacks. Had I missed that before? Could it actually be
that the guy was showing that kind of a hard on and I'd missed it. No way.

Or was this his reaction to my blatant staring?  Our eyes met, and this
time he did wink...there was no missing it. Hey, I thought, I know that
look. I smiled broadly and winked back at him. How wild; he'd gotten a hard
on because I'd been looking at him with such obvious longing or, maybe to
be more blunt, had cruised him so hard that he'd recognized my lust for
what it was. Suddenly I felt a strange surge of pride. I was so excited to
think that I'd turned on this hot dude just be looking at him.

I've never been good as an obvious cruiser; I mean, I'm not the type that
usually can grope myself to attract someone's notice or do something
obvious like licking my lips to suggest what I'd like to be doing. I'm
really not, but that day, at that time, I couldn't help myself. I licked my
lips. Not grossly or anything. At least I felt I was being very subtle.  My
eyes found his again.

He gave me a broad smile and a serious nod!! It almost looked like he was
chuckling. I smiled in return. Oh well, it's nice to be rewarded with that
kind of an agreement, even if there's no way in hell we're ever going to do
anything. I saw his hand move again, this time his left one and there it
was. A bright golden wedding band, shining almost like it was new.

Damn, I thought. I mean, this was probably the silliest cruising I'd ever
done. Here we were, each waiting for a ride home, and him probably waiting
for a wife and kids. Ah well, sounded like it would make a pretty good j/o
fantasy...hell, I already had a hard on so I was on my way.

I glanced at the oncoming line of limos again and couldn't help but sigh.
There it was: car #76403. Damn. Oh well, as I said, in all probability
nothing was going to happen. I looked across at my dream man, but it was
gone. Gosh, that's the saddest part of all. I didn't even get to wave
good-bye.

I gathered up my bag and briefcase and walked over to the limousine. I
recognized the driver. Rosalio was a good looking young Latino who'd often
brought me from or to the airport. I handed him my bags.

"So, you're sharing tonight?" he asked with his usual friendly smile. I
asked what he meant. Just then, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone
move next to me.

"I'm Bob Patterson," a voice said and I looked over to meet the bright blue
eyes of my stud. He handed his bags to the driver as well. "Looks like
we're sharing a car," he said to me.  I was speechless, but managed to
climb into the car and take the far seat. The driver spoke as my fellow
passenger got in.

"We'll drop off Mr. Paterson first," he said, then nodded toward the front
of the car.

"Someone jammed the partition so I can't raise or lower it." I realized
what he meant. The dark, smoky gray glass partition between the driver and
passenger seats was closed firmly in place. "I'll take care of the charges
when we get there."

With that he slammed the passenger door and there was silence. Well, it
wasn't exactly silent to me as I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm Bob," my fellow passenger said, sticking out his hand.

"Greg," I answered, feeling the almost electric shock of his hand grasping
mine.

The car pulled away from the terminal and we were both silent until the
driver pulled onto the access road to the freeway.

I glanced over at Bob's crotch, keeping my head and eyes down. There it
was, clearly. He had a major-sized bulge showing right down his left leg. I
tried to look up, but was startled when I found myself staring into his
blue-eyed gaze.

"I hope you want to suck my dick as much as I think you do," he said very
quietly, "cause my dick's about to bust out of my pants." I gasped in
surprise, but caught myself in time.

"Uh huh," I said, and reached out to touch that long snake. "Oh yes," I
mumbled. I glanced forward again, and the realization sunk in that the
driver couldn't possibly see us.  Bob moaned as I stroked his thick cock,
then reached for the zipper. In just seconds, it was out and standing tall
and proud, almost eight inches of perfect male sex tool. It was cut and
beautifully formed and I only stroked in two or three times before I leaned
forward and let it slip into my mouth.

"Oh yeah," Bob mumbled, shifting slightly in the seat and thrusting upward
as if to find out just how deep my mouth was. "Suck it, man!"

"Mmmmmm," I answered, tasting the sweet maleness of him and feeling the
soft texture and steely hardness of his cock.  He shift slightly to his
right so that he was sitting sideways in the seat and slid down a bit. This
gave me a much better angle and before long I found myself excitedly deep
throating his massive organ as he moaned and groaned pleasurably in front
of me. I stopped only for a second.

"How long to get to your house?" I asked. His voice sounded constricted but
he got out the words: about twenty minutes. I went back to sucking and felt
him get hotter and hotter as he plunged his cock forward and I swallowed it
willingly. Suddenly he stopped.

"Give me a taste of yours," he said and I sat back in surprise. That, I
hadn't expected.

He gently pushed me back toward my side of the car and in a flash had my
pants undone and my cock out. He stroked it firmly as I moaned softly.

"Oh yeah," he said, leaning forward, "Very nice."  His tongue and mouth
were hot as he gulped on my seven and half inches of cockmeat, and I tried
to stifle an excited gasp. Expertly, he slid my cock into his skilled
mouth, his tongue doing the wildest things on the head and shaft of it.

Within minutes, we were both swung around into a wild, hot 69, each of us
devouring, savoring and tantalizing the other.  We matched each other deep
stroke for deep stroke, and I grabbed his ass with both hands and kneaded
his firm, fleshy orbs as I pulled his cock even deeper into my mouth.

I sensed rather than felt that the car had slowed as we'd exited the
freeway, while both Bob and I were racing toward the finish line, I felt
his body start to shudder but kept taking his dick all the way down as he
made muffled moaning sounds of pleasure. I felt his cock get harder than
before and braced myself for a wild eruption even as I felt my own balls
start to pull up, signaling my final approach before landing.

"Mmmm," I heard him groan as I felt the first blast of his hot load hit the
back of my throat. I backed off to get a good taste before letting his dick
slip back deep into my gullet as he spewed his sticky juice into my throat.
It was fantastic and grew even more so as I started my own orgasm, my body
held tight in his arms as I started to shoot myself.

"Oh God," I cried, finally letting his huge cock slip from my mouth. I
heard nothing but muffled moans as he siphoned me dry, sucking and then
licking my cock, his scalding mouth taking all I had to offer. He grasped
my cock with his hand and gently but firmly nursed it for any remaining cum
I had to offer, then he gently licked if from the slit.

"Oh yeah, man" He said, his voice slightly raspy, "That was wild."

"Uh huh," was all I could offer, as I continued gently sucking on his
softening cock. What a fantastic experience this had been.  We laid still
for a couple of minutes, still holding each other's cocks in hand.

"Too bad we don't have more time," he said finally, and I agreed, nodding.
Then he surprised me yet again.

"Next time I want this up my ass," he said lustily, as he looked over at me
and grinned. "A good, long fuck."  It was all I could do to keep from
shouting yes. Instead, my dick answered him by twitching right then in his
hand.

"Oh, you like that idea, huh?" Bob said with a wide smile. This time I
agreed in words, telling him his idea sounded wild and perfect to me.

We got ourselves rearranged in our clothes and managed several minutes of
rather intense kissing before the limo made a sweeping turn into Bob's
driveway.

"Call me," Bob said, "It's Patterson on Loomis Street. In the book." The
car stopped and I heard the trunk lid pop open. "Call me tomorrow," he
whispered as Rosalio opened the door.

I sat there in the back seat, staring at Bob's lower torso as Rosalio
filled out the credit card slip. My mind raced as I remembered this great
looking guy, his sexy cock, and, oh yes, the wedding ring.

"Bob," I said, and he ducked his head back in the car. I gestured to my
ring finger.  He winked at me then answered in a low voice.

"Some guys prefer married dudes," he said with a wicked smile. "Call me,
I'll explain." And then he was gone, and I watched him go up the walk to a
house with the guest light on.

Soon Rosalio was settled back into the driver's seat and we sped away to my
house. As he filled in the charge card slip, I got the strangest feeling
that he was watching me strangely.  I tipped him as I always do, got the
receipt, thanked him, grabbed my bags and headed into the house. As I got
to the door, I happened to glance back to see Rosalio close the trunk and
walk back toward the driver's door.  He flashed a huge smile and waved, and
I've had sworn that he kind of groped himself as he walked. I waved back,
then went in the house.

"Oh damn," I said to myself. "I wonder if he had the intercom turned on?"
I shook my head and laughed. "Well, one never knows!"

Epilogue

Here's the facts: Bob Patterson wasn't married. He's a consultant in the
beauty products field and finds that he gets hit on less by women clients
if he wears a wedding ring. We've been seeing each other for several months
now and everything seems to be going very well....that is, except for our
respective travel schedules.

Second fact: Rosalio confessed that he did have the intercom on, but after
I blew him on an airport trip one morning and Bob and I enjoyed his company
mutually one evening, he's become a friend as well.