From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: The Camaro
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 1996 07:21:19 GMT

The Camaro

I lived in a smaller outlying suburb of Los Angeles.  The kind of
place where everything seems to be an hours drive away.  And I
used to see this same guy in a medium blue older Camaro all the
time.  He was incredibly good looking.  We always kind of
pretended not to notice each other in the early morning rush to
the freeway, both of us giving out attitude.  He obviously
thought his car was cool and was showing off.  I had just
finished getting my Mustang running again.  Had the engine
rebuilt.  And was so happy to just drive the thing.  I used to
see him every third day or so on the way to work, neither of us
acknowledging that we saw each other.  I also thought he was the
cutest damn thing in the world next to his Chevy.  Well one night
I was coming home from a friends party on a weekend.  I was
cruising down one of the main boulevards at about one in the
morning.  Taking the side streets after getting off the freeway
for fuel.  Well I'm sitting there listening to the static on my
car's AM radio, when I hear a rumble pull up next to me.  Well
it's the guy in the Camaro.  I turned slowly and saw him.  Well I
was too shocked to simply fall back on attitude and ignore him. 
And he'd turned and was staring back.  With nothing else to do I
smiled and told him I thought his Camaro was bitchen.  He smiled,
broadly and began talking.  I fell in love with that smile right
then.  I almost didn't notice what he'd said.  He had put a lot
of time into it to make it that way.  The light changed and we
both pulled out towards the next one.  It was late and there were
not many cars on the road.  But we both drove sedately the cops
were always around out there.  I let him get a little bit ahead
of me and watched him as he drove.  Dark hair blowing off his
shoulders in the warm night air.  I caught up at the next light
again.  And we talked a minute about what we had done to our
cars.  He smiled a lot.  And I grinned back because of that
smile's effect on me.  Man he was hot.  All I had ever seen of
him was his shoulders up. And I swear he was fucking hot.  We
played stoplight tag a few more times and we then pulled over at
a 7-11 and swapped tales of engine mods and junkyard safaris.  I
was leaning on my still primer-coated Mustang.  He was standing
facing me leaning against his car.  He was fantastic.  Gorgeous
body.  Not huge but nicely developed and perfectly proportioned
for his height.  Man all I could think of was how it would be to
make love to him while we talked.  We talked all about our cars
past and present and hell an hour had passed by when we noticed
the time.  But seemingly neither of us wanted to leave.  It
wasn't til then that I thought there might be chance that this
guy wanted me too.  I brought up the subject of getting dates
because of the car and he said yeah he had had girls wanting him
just to drive in the car.  But didn't say much on the subject. 
He asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I told him I didn't have one.
Yeah its fucked not getting any he says.  It's too bad we need
women.  Or we could get along with just our cars.  We both
laughed at that.  Then neither of us knew what to say.  We were
both kind of staring at each other.  And for once that smile was
not present on his face.  He stepped a bit closer to me.  I held
my breath for an instant.  Then I reached out and touched his
shoulder and let my hand drop.  He closed his eyes and leaned his
head back.  I couldn't believe it.  I was rock hard and this guy
wanted me.  This total hunk I had been staring at for months.  He
put his hand on my chest and moved his palm down my front. 
Pausing at my belly and tracing his fingers down quickly.  His
touch was electric.  My whole body shivered.  A car approaching
the parking lot startled us both.  He stepped back a pace.  "Uh. 
Hey why don't you come back to my place", he began,"I could show
you some of the pictures of my car before I worked on it."  I
smiled.  I was licking my lips and I was really horny.  I could
also see that he had a huge bulge in his pants too.  It was all I
could do as I followed him in my car to keep from pulling my dick
out of my pants right there.  I hadn't had much experience with
guys and this was incredible.  One of those stories you always
wish would happen.  We got back to his place which turned out to
be a little studio apartment above a garage in a nice
neighborhood.  We entered through the outside stairway up to the
room.  It was nice and the windows were open letting a breeze
blow through.  He offered me a seat on the bed.  Which was a
mattress and box springs resting directly on the floor.  He
brought out the scrap book.  The excuse for getting me here.  We
began looking through the pictures not paying too much attention
but he sat real close and I finally put my hand on his leg.  He
instantly stopped talking about whatever picture he was pointing
at with his finger.  I kissed him.  And he nearly melted into my
arms.  We kissed and hugged each other for a while and then laid
back on the bed.  Him on top of me and we grinded together as we
kissed.  It was so incredibly hot.  Well he backed off out of
breath and pulled off the t-shirt he'd been wearing.  I could
feel his well defined chest under his shirt as we rolled around
on the bed but the sight of it was so much better.  I pulled off
my own shirt and we got back to rolling around on top of each
other.  I started working on his nipples with my tongue teasing
and biting each of them.  He writhed beneath me.  And I licked
and sucked my way down to his jeans.  I slowly licked his bulge
without removing his pants.  He was going wild.  I unbuttoned his
pants slowly one at a time.  When I did he sat up and pushed me
down on the bed.  Pulling open my pants he began feeling up my
cock and balls through the fabric of my boxer shorts.  I was
almost ready to shoot just from that.  But he began playing with
my hair on my belly and then made his way up to my tits and
worked on them awhile too.  I was in heaven.  As he was making me
squirm in ecstasy he removed his pants and kicked them into the
corner.  Where he threw mine too.  He pulled off my shorts and
went to work on my throbbing dick.  He took the whole thing deep
in his throat.  My whole body trembled.  Soon I got up and pulled
him around with his own dick above my face and I was giving as
good as I got.  I moaned that I was almost there, and he slowed
down to make it last longer.  Soon he had me ready again, and I
came hard with his hand pumping my meat for all it was worth.  I
then brought him off and he shot the farthest I had ever seen. 
We laded there panting and exhausted his head on my thigh face
peering up at me eyes closed.  And that smile still on his face. 
Now I knew that smile was because of me.  Oh, hey,I said, my name
is Tom.  We both rolled around laughing for a few minutes then he
introduced himself as Jay. I fell asleep with him in my arms.