Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2013 11:01:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Aidan Greyson <mrgreyplease@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exhibitionist Adventures 3

Disclaimer: The following story contains sex between males! Don't read if
it's illegal where you live or if you do not like this kind of
material. Otherwise, continue. –Aidan

Note: The following story is real, though some details have been tweaked
for obvious reasons. I'm a huge exhibitionist, and I've been lucky to
encounter a few along the way. Here are some of the adventures. Enjoy!
–A.

Exhibitionist Adventures 3: Carhood

After graduation, Matt and I only dated for that summer. We parted ways; it
was a mutual break up. He went to UCLA and I went to NMSU. It was there
where I met Samuel, aka Sam, but Sammy to me. Sammy was my roommate—and
gay. He was good looking, too. He told me straight up that he was gay and
thought I was hot. I don't think I've ever felt so surprised.

 We had sex once in awhile. Usually when either one of us couldn't get laid
or current lovers wouldn't give for whatever reasons. You're probably
thinking, well, Aidan surely isn't loyal. I was and still am; it's just
that back then, I told my lovers that I preferred not to be monogamous, and
that they were free to take anyone to their bed.

I didn't even think Matt would come back into my life.

In our floor, about four doors down from us, was a guy named Bruce. His
name should have been Brute—he was built like a bull. Of course, he was
very homophobic. Once he heard that Sammy was gay—I at the moment was
dating a girl, Cindy, and therefore he assumed I was straight—he would
shove Sammy out of his way with a "Get out of my fucking way, faggot."
Sammy would keep his cool, often times pushing me up against the wall to
prevent me from going after Bruce.

"It's okay, Dan," he had a habit of calling me `Dan' when he was upset or
trying to calm me down, "We don't want you to hurt that pretty face."

I'd sigh, hug Sammy tight to me. "It's not okay, Sammy. I hate how he puts
you down. I swear, if only he were a couple of pounds lighter, I'd take him
on."

We'd laugh, "You say `only a couple'? I think more like you're whole body
weight!"  He'd push me, "'Sides, I can run faster than him." I'd agree.

Where Bruce was bulky, Sammy was lean and all grace. He'd been the star of
his high school track team. Sammy would run every night, never leaving once
without inviting me.

"Come on, Aidan! You've got to get your pussy lovin' ass up! You're gaining
weight. Soon, you're gonna be having sex with me, not because you want to,
but because you'd have to—no one's gonna want you," he'd grin his cheeky
grin, looking like an idiot. I'd throw a pillow at him.

"I already swim, dumbass! Why do you think you keep coming to me to get
laid?" That would usually shut him up. Since Noah got me into swimming, I
hadn't stopped for more than a week at a time. I kept fit and so did
Sammy. I ran with him about every two weeks, and he swam with me once a
month.

It was nearing the end of those two weeks, and I was expecting Sammy to
tell me to accompany him, but he didn't. I let it go; thinking he probably
wanted the time to think for himself. Thursday night found me watching some
lame ass show, feeling restless.

"I can't do this anymore!" Sammy slammed the door open and close, clenching
and unclenching his fists. I'd never seen him like this.

"Sammy? You okay?" I got up, carefully scrutinizing him. He nodded, though
his face was flushed in the way it did when he was really mad, embarrassed,
or about to cum. He sat down, taking a swig of my beer. He seemed to relax
bit by bit, until he was completely laid out on his bed.

 "Come here," he said, patting the empty space beside him. I shrugged, why
the hell not? I laid down, snuggling into his side. He stroked my hair, and
I was really happy and a bit sleepy. He slid down until he was facing me,
brushing the hair from my face, a goofy smile playing on his lips. All too
soon, his face smoothed out, a serious glint shining in his eyes. He leaned
forward, lightly touching my lips with his, his breath tickling the small
hairs on my cheeks. I could feel myself grow hard in my jeans, and I closed
the space between us, our lips touching.

He let me lead, opening up his mouth with my tongue, tasting the beer,
running my tongue along his teeth. He bit me, drawing in my tongue, sucking
on it. I moaned, feeling the sucking down below. I grinded my hard cock
into his thigh, wanting relief. He twisted us around until he was above me,
groin pushing into mine. The feel of him so hard and pressing into me made
me moan; I wanted more.

Soon, we were making out like we'd die if we didn't; as if we were each
other's air supply up in space. We took our clothes off, though I was
already half naked—I'd been in some basketball shorts and socks. Sammy
bit me below my Adam's apple, then licking at the angry mark he left—we
had a mirror propped up so you could see almost everywhere in the room. I
loved watching us suck, fuck or anything else we did.

He pulled my knees up to my chest, exposing my asshole. I held my breath,
waiting to see if he would eat my ass. I didn't find any guys who would
willingly eat ass or enjoy it a lot. I, on the other hand, absolutely loved
eating ass. There was something so erotic about it.

I felt his hot breath on my ass, getting nearer to me. I clenched my hole
in response, loving the anticipation. The first touch of his tongue to my
perineum made me whimper, wanting more, oh so much more. I stroked the side
of his face, encouraging him. He looked up, looking me in the eye while he
licked down my crack, deliberately pressing down on my hole. I bit my lip,
holding my knees close to my chest, while he released them and separated my
cheeks instead.

Sammy knew I loved getting rimmed about as much as I loved eating ass. In
other words, a lot. It wasn't long before he was really licking and
sucking, occasionally pressing, at my hole. I was moaning loudly, holding
my knees tighter to my chest, nearly curling up to be able to see him eat
me out. His tongue pressed harder against my hole, wanting in. I pushed
out, as if to take a shit, and his tongue slid up. I groaned, loving it. He
began fucking his tongue in and out of me, one hand jerking off my very
hard cock. I was on the edge, and I told him so.

He stopped, "Come on, let's go for a run." I was left panting and
incredulous on the bed, my dick leaking a lot of pre-cum as I watched him
get into his running gear.

"You serious?" I thought he must be joking, but as I saw him putting on a
jock-strap, I knew he wasn't playing around.

"Yes, now come on!" I got up, putting on a tank top and some shorts. I
didn't bother with a jock strap—it would only be uncomfortable. We
exited the building, making our way across the parking lot.

The way his routine was set up would be once around the building, then run
around the whole parking lot. I followed him, my cock rubbing against the
fabric of my shorts. I couldn't really run, not with a boner at least, so I
was left behind some. I soon realized that after going once around the
building, instead of heading to the south end of the parking lot, he headed
to the north end. `Whatever,' I thought, walking as quickly as I could to
catch up.

We neared a parked car that wasn't under a lamp post. I immediately
recognized it as Bruce's. Sammy stopped and looked back at me.

"I want to fuck right here, right now." I was taken aback. I looked around,
wondering if it would be possible to do so and not get caught. I so did not
want to be arrested for indecent public exposure and having sex in
public. I shrugged, betting that the campus police would make their way
over on this side of the campus in about thirty minutes.

 "Why Bruce's car?"

Sammy grinned evilly, "I'm tired of him pushing me around. I figured I
would fuck you on the hood of his precious car and you'd come all over it,
then I'd jerk off and cum on the windshield. Or we could both cum on the
windshield. Not to mention Tommy, Nick, and Bill are making their way over
here, too." I was confused, why would Tommy, Nick, and Bill—gay friends
of ours—be coming here? Sammy's grin widened even more, if that was
possible.

"They'll jerk off as they watch us and they'll cum on the windows," he said
it so simply that it made sense. He pulled me to him, pressing my body into
his, kissing me roughly before I had a chance to voice any opinions that I
had. Not that I really was gonna say that I couldn't possibly have sex out
in the open and in front of three friends of ours. Of course, Sammy knew of
the thrill I got from having sex in a risky place or in front of
someone. He groped my behind, kneading the fleshy mounds of my ass.

I let out a low groan as he pushed me into the car's hood, grinding his
hard cock into my stomach. After about a minute, he turned me around so I
would be facing the car as he roughly pulled down my shorts. My hole was
pretty wet from his rimming earlier and he spit on his hand, rubbing it on
his cock.

"Get up on top, hurry," he gave my ass a smack to punctuate the need to be
over with this quick. I climbed on top, placing my hand on the top of the
car, my knees spread apart as far as I could, cock pointing directly at the
windshield. I felt Sammy's cock pressing up against my asshole and I pushed
out with my ass muscles to help take him in.

"Oh God, no matter how many times you get fucked, you're always so fucking
tight!" Sammy groaned, holding on to me by my shoulders. I pressed my chin
down on my chest, looking down at my cock as it bounced in time to Sammy's
hard thrusts into me. I was too lost in euphoric bliss to notice when our
friends got there.

"Looking hot, Aidan," I heard Tommy say and the other two agreed. I opened
my eyes, getting hornier as I saw them jerking off. Bill was at the end of
the car, in the exact position as I, with Nick and Tommy at the sides. I
soon didn't care, though, as Sammy constantly hitting my prostate took its
toll on me. I let out a loud moan/groan, nearly choking on my own
saliva—it was so thick.

I could feel Sammy breathing right at my ear and that made it even
hotter. I came so fucking hard, my cum making loud splatter noises on the
window shield. Sammy licked my ear and I shivered, my dick oozing one last
shot. I was about to let myself slide down, but Sammy caught me.

"My turn," Sammy said, as he pulled out of me. I moved so he would be able
to cum on the window shield, moving behind him so I could jack him off from
behind. I kissed the side of his neck as I wrapped my hand around his cock,
the other hand gently tugging at his balls. He leaned his head back onto my
shoulder, exposing more of the side of his neck to my mouth. Sammy loved it
when I gently bit the skin between neck and shoulder. I tightened my hold
on his prick, stroking him faster as I felt his balls pulling up on their
own. He let out a gasp as his cum hit the window shield, moaning as I
continued my hand job.

It was then that I noticed that Tommy and Nick had come and it looked like
Bill was on the edge. I quickly let Sammy go and went over to Bill. I bent
him over, exposing his asshole to me. I leaned in, catching a quick whiff
of his manly musk.

"You worked out today?" I asked him, nuzzling between his cheeks with my
nose.

"Uh-huh," he let out with a low moan.

"Yum," and with that I dug in. I ran my tongue up and down his ass crevice,
enjoying the taste of his sweaty hole. I pushed into his hole, licking and
sucking at his ass. Bill grunted, sticking his ass out for me. I reached
under him and pulled on his balls, rolling them around in my hand and
gently squeezing them. Bill came, his cum decorating the back window rather
beautifully I dare say.

By the time he got down, it was obvious that I was ready to go again. And
with all the naked guys I knew it wouldn't take me long. I climbed on again
as Bill made his way down and quickly jerked off, aiming at the
window. Tommy pinched my nipples and Nick ran his hand up and down my back
and front. It no time at all, I was cumming again. I got off, making my way
to Sammy who had my shorts. I looked back to admire our work.

"You think he'll know it was us?" Bill asked.

Sammy laughed, "I would hope so!"

I shook my head, leaning into him. "Come on, I need my beauty sleep," I
said, wrapping an arm around his waist.

 At the door, Bill, Tommy and Nick said goodbye and made their way to their
own building. Once inside our room, Sammy kissed me.

"Thanks, Dan. I really appreciate you doing this for me," Sammy put his
forehead against mine. I caressed the side of his cheek, "Baby, like you
gave me a choice. Leaving me all boned up was a sure guarantee that I'd
follow you." I smirked, "Nah, you know I have your back. The sex is a
plus." We undressed and cuddled in his bed, falling asleep.

***

The next morning we were woken up by one of our friends from the same
floor.

"Hey, guys, you wouldn't believe what happened to Bruce's car!" Felix
excitedly said.

"Lemme guess," Sammy began, "Someone came all over his car." I was
alarmed—he was giving us away!

Felix looked at him weirdly, "How'd you know?" To his credit, Sammy gave
his `genuinely surprised look.'

"Lucky guess," Sammy said, turning back to put on some shorts. I did the
same, and we both walked out to see his car in all its glory under the
sun. It didn't look as nice—the cum had dried enough that it was
flaking. Bruce was furiously shouting, waving his arms about like a
madman. Sammy chuckled under his breath. I smiled, enjoying his rampage.

They never did catch whoever did that to Bruce's car and it never occurred
to them to give a DNA test a shot. I suspect it was because one of the
security guys was gay himself and was sick of Bruce's homophobic bullying.

***

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-Aidan

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