Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:09:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brad C. <open_minded28@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Candian Highway' {Brad Carody} ( 1st ) [1!1]

This is a fantasy story I wrote that is only partially based on a true
event in my life.  The location and the act are the same, but the
characters and situation have been greatly fictionalized.  I hope you enjoy
it in any case.

     We had been traveling for some miles in silence.  Not an uncomfortable
silence, just a lack of anything terribly pressing to say.  I suppose that
is one of the advantages of having a male traveling companion -- generally
speaking, silences such as this one were completely acceptable!  We were on
an incredibly smooth and beautiful highway, heading North into Ontario and
had been on the road for about 8 hours, only the last 45 minute stretch
being inside the Canadian border.  We were on a whirlwind trip, heading up
simply to make a pick up for my company and then we would be returning.
James didn't work with me, but had been a good friend since high school and
was perfectly happy making the run with me, switching off driving and just
enjoying a road trip.  We had left early that morning and spent most of the
time in the US chatting about everything under the sun.  We didn't see each
other very much any more which was a true shame because we had been such
good friends.  Actually, I suppose we still were - guys seem to be able to
maintain those kinds of bonds without too much effort.  In fact, when I had
picked him up at his apartment just before dawn, it felt like it always
had, as if no time at all had passed between us.  Of course it helped
tremendously that we enjoyed many of the same things -- sports, camping and
women.  Both of us were currently single and not even dating anyone but it
didn't stop us from talking about girls for a good portion of the trip!
James was just out of a relationship, one that ended badly.  He caught her
messing around with someone else and it had really messed him up.  He spoke
about it in a moderately casual tone, but it was pretty obvious that it
still hurt.  I think that is probably a factor in his decision to join me
for the road trip.  I'll bet it seemed like a great opportunity for him to
clear his mind, get away for a little bit, catch up with an old friend, and
perhaps even get some of it off his chest.

       As we drove on in the early afternoon, I shot a sideways glance at
James, wondering now if maybe some of the comfortable silence might
actually in fact be him buried in his thoughts of his ex.  Or worse,
depressed about it now that we had talked at some length about her affair
and their subsequent breakup.

  "Hey -- you alright?"  I tried to make the question as casual as I could,
yet show concern and willingness to talk if he wanted to.

  "Yeah, I'm fine.  Thanks."  Sometimes it's tough to stop thinking about
it once I start, but I'm fine.  It still just pisses me off, that's all."

  "Well, no kidding!" I said lightly.  I can't imagine investing that much
time and emotion into someone and not have it tear you up when things went
wrong!!"

     James smiled his agreement but it was a bit of a thin smile and not
quite convincing.  He looked away for a moment, staring out the window but
not really seeing anything, still lost in his thoughts.  There wasn't much
*to* see, I suppose.  We weren't alone on the highway, but there was a wide
median filled with trees that could almost make you forget there was
pavement headed the opposite direction.  There also weren't a whole lot of
other vehicles on the road headed North with us.  Occasionally a trucker
might pass noisily by, but for the most part the cars remained evenly
spaced with significant distance between us.

     James surprised me by resting a hand on my leg.  "Thanks for listening
to me bitch," he said.  His eyes were dry and his voice clear, but I could
hear deep emotion behind it all the same.  I think that was the first he
had ever touched me like that, too, reinforcing the sincerity I heard in
his voice.

     I smiled, just a bit off guard from his sudden intensity.  "Hey, what
are friends for?!  If you can't bitch and moan in complete misery when your
girl treats you like shit and runs out on you, then what good am I!?"

     He chuckled a little and seemed relieved at my reaction, but didn't
move his hand.  To be honest, I was relieved too.  I have no problem with
men having emotions, especially a dear friend like James!  But being in the
"thick" of it, and trying to know just what to say, well, that was a tough
position to be in.  I knew he was just looking for a friend to listen,
someone who cared and wouldn't mind him sharing what he was feeling.
Still, I felt obligated to say something profound that would really make a
difference for him.  So far, I don't think that had happened.  I felt bad
for him and wished I did have some magic words that would make him feel
better!

     James returned his gaze to the window, but kept his hand on my leg.  I
thought it very odd, but not altogether unpleasant.  Maybe he just needed
human contact - some physical form of acceptance or reassurance?  I didn't
know, but I didn't really care, either.  Whatever his motivation was, it
certainly didn't bother me.  My car was a small import and it made reaching
my leg a comfortable position, so... why not?!  Again we drove for several
miles in near silence, just the wind noise outside and the soft whirring of
the air conditioner inside.  Neither of us had a burning desire to find a
radio station because the conversation was good and the peacefulness of the
drive rather nice.  About five minutes after first placing his hand on my
leg, James began to move it.  I was sure he was withdrawing it and I was a
little sad.  It was a comfortable feeling and I certainly didn't want him
thinking that it was an unwelcome gesture!  I glanced down, expecting to
see him resting it back on his own thigh, and was surprised again to find
that he wasn't withdrawing at all!  Rather he was beginning a slow slide of
his hand up my leg, pausing instantly when I glanced down.

  "Oh, sorry" he muttered, and now he DID start to pull away, assuming I
was reacting adversely to his movement.  I couldn't help but grin.  Here I
was, afraid that he was pulling away and here he was, afraid that I wanted
him to!!

  "No," I laughed.  "Your hand actually felt good there, I was afraid you
were taking it back!"

  He grinned back at me, probably the first real smile I had seen yet
today.  "You really don't mind?"

  "Not at all!  It was actually quite nice."

     There was something about this that didn't seem real to me.  I think
even at the time I knew something was happening.  Some sort of subconscious
signal between us maybe.  Or perhaps it was strictly due to the
circumstances, I really don't know.  Looking back on it now, I almost feel
as if I knew what was to happen, but it hadn't registered as conscious
thought yet.  In any case, I felt no apprehension in the car that day.  I
didn't feel like we were doing anything wrong or taboo.  It was a little
awkward because I didn't know what he was thinking.  But I really think
that I was completely at ease with whatever course the afternoon took us.
If it was to be just a simple touch between us, innocent and caring, then
that was just fine with me.  And if there was something more to it, then
that was equally fine.  In fact, I felt a bit of longing that it *would*
become more.  To the best of my knowledge, I hadn't ever thought of him
that way before, nor ever had a desire to connect like that.  But the
minute he laid his hand on my leg, it was immediately ok with me.  I find
that very strange now, looking back at it.  I don't understand how such a
monumental shift in my thinking could take place in such an incredibly
short span of time, but it sure seems to have!  Even then, I don't think
that I was thinking in terms of "gay" or "taboo" or anything else.  I
honestly believe that in that moment, all I felt was a deep caring for a
good friend and a warm, gentle hand on my leg.  Simple, direct,
uncomplicated feelings that just seemed to exist for us in that warm
afternoon on a distant highway.  And *THAT* is why it seemed so amazingly
disconnected from reality.  Whatever the reasons were, and whatever was
specifically going through my mind, the one thing that I positively latched
onto was the great feeling of human touch.  That calming, reassuring sense
of human bonding, be it in love or friendship or anything in between.  To
this day, I do not consider myself gay and I'm even a little cautious about
the label "bisexual."  But at that moment, with James' hand on my thigh, I
was very clear about one thing: there was a tingle there.  A very basic
hunger or need or just simple lust.  There was a hint of a sexual
connection, whether it was a conscious thought or not.  So when he asked if
I minded his hand on my leg, there was not a shred of indecision in my
mind!

     When James smiled and returned his hand, I felt a chill of pleasure
and all of the sudden I *was* thinking about more, wanting more, wishing he
had sexual intents!  Within a few minutes, we had struck up a conversation
again, his hand still resting on me.  I began to wonder if I was reading
far too much into this, and if anything more than simple friendship had
motivated him at all.  Once or twice, he slid his hand a little, either up
or down my thigh.  It still seemed too random and the conversation was too
light to make anything of it, but I made a point of looking like I was
enjoying it, encouraging him, hoping that he might get an idea in his head
(if he wasn't already thinking it!).  Once I even changed my footing on the
gas pedal, allowing me to shift just a bit closer to him, giving him a bit
more range of movement on my leg.  For a while, his hand moved to my knee,
discouragingly far from my crotch.  On the other hand, it was definitely
more of a overt touch now, which was was encouraging!  He had turned it
almost into a massage now, stroking firmly against the muscle, sort of a
squeezing motion as he wandered from knee to thigh.  I noticed over time
that he was getting bolder, slipping higher towards my hip and lower onto
the inside of my thigh.  I began to respond more too, allowing my eyes to
flutter just a little if his hand came especially near my crotch.  Once or
twice I let out almost inaudible moans of pleasure.  I could see him
watching me intently from the corner of my eye and the conversation began
to lull again.  Now I was sure.  There was no doubt in my mind that he
wanted to try something.  And I was very ready for him to!  I was sporting
a fair hard on by now and I was extremely turned on.  That sort of slow
seduction worked like a charm on me and I was very eager for someone to
help me relieve the sexual tension that had bloomed inside me.  His hand
slipped so far up between my legs that his little finger brushed across my
balls before it slid back down the path to my knee again.  My breath sort
of caught and that fluttering of sexual excitement and nerves rippled
through my abdomen again, striking a pleasurable tingle in my spine.
Whether he had a magical touch or I was just completely turned on, I don't
know.  Maybe it was the taboo of the moment or maybe it was just everything
all together.  Whatever the case was, I was in heaven!!  Each stroke of his
hand was exquisite torture, leaving me craving more and yet not wanting the
seduction and anticipation to stop!  I suspect if he were a girlfriend,
neither of us would have lasted so long.  We would have folded under the
intensity and fucked each others brains out.  But with James, with this
particular situation, with all the nervousness, the uncertainty, the
newness of it, it was building up to glorious sexual tension!

     We dropped all attempts at conversation, now that it was obvious where
this was headed and that we were both into it.  His hand, visibly shaking,
spidered haltingly up onto the crotch of my jeans, sending waves of
pleasure through my cock, now aching to be free of my clothing.  He turned
in his seat to face me, bringing his right hand over and replacing his
left, leaning towards my lap and unbuckling to reach me.  He traced the
bulge in my jeans, probably unaware of how his fingernail scrapped against
the denim, creating wonderful sensations that I can only describe as
similar to a tiny vibration.  I assumed my underwear was wet in a good
sized circle from my precum and I fleetingly wondered if that would be a
turn off to him.  I was enjoying myself far too much to bother wondering
exactly how far this would go.  I was enthralled with it, completely lost
in the moment, and now I began to have doubts.  Did he just want to touch
it?  Stroke it? More?  Should I be trying to reciprocate?  As I was trying
to decide what I should do, I felt him begin to tug at my zipper.  I
shifted a little, trying to help him work the fastening made awkward by my
sitting position.  After some nervous fumbling, we managed to open my jeans
enough that he could slip his hand inside.  I cant begin to describe the
intensity of that first touch, his hand lying along my stiff cock, only a
thin cotton barrier between us.  The warmth, the perfect pressure, the
excitement of something new and taboo.  I wanted so much to be able to just
lie back and enjoy this moment, to close my eyes and just let it happen!
Instead I tugged and shoved and fought with my jeans to get them the rest
of the way off my hips, allowing him as much access as I could manage while
driving.

     After rearranging myself, James again leaned in, this time his face
was only a foot or so from my aching cock, still hidden from view by my
underwear.  His hand rubbed very cautiously, delightfully slowly, up and
down my stiff member.  I could feel the ridges and valleys formed by his
fingers as he fanned his hand back and forth across my penis before he
would switch direction and slide his palm up and down from tip to base,
pressing firmly but comfortably against me.  Finally I could stand it no
longer and I grabbed the waistband with one hand and pulled it roughly up
and then down, clearing the fabric away and giving him unrestricted access
to what lie inside.  Only able to view the back of his head now, I couldn't
tell what his expression or reaction was, but his warm hand slipped inside
the open tent of my shorts and took a hold of my swollen cock.  He grasped
it with a light touch, encircling it and raising it gently from my abdomen
only a few inches, tenderly moving it in small motions as if he were
inspecting it from every angle.  I was positively out of my mind with the
incredibly pleasurable sensations now coursing through me.

     I groaned with pleasure and shifted in my seat, roughly pulling my
underwear down over my hips, spreading my legs as best as I could with
jeans and now underwear pulled down midway down my thighs.  James continued
his 'inspection', slowly shifting my cock into different angles, still
holding me with a wonderfully teasing light grip.  He would pause, stroke
his hand up and down, watching the foreskin slide easily over the hard
shaft, observing how it gathered over the top of his hand as his thumb and
forefinger came to rest against the mushroom head.  Holding that slight
pressure, he then rotated his hand, as if he were turning a screwdriver,
and the resulting sensations nearly made me steer the car into a ditch!
Back and forth he turned his hand, then gradually slid his grip back down
my cock, encircling it so lightly that it felt as though he were 'petting'
it.  I honestly wasn't sure how much more of this I could handle!  I
pressed on the brake pedal and made for the shoulder of the highway,
anxious to be done driving for a while so I could simply concentrate on
this amazing experience.  If James even noticed the drop in speed or
guessed my intention, he showed no sign of it.  He merely continued to
explore me, now resting my cock tenderly back against my stomach and
slipping his open hand down to my balls.  Ever so gently he cupped them in
his hand, hefting them and closely examining them as I continued to pull
the car off the road to safety.

     The moment the car had come to a stop, I whipped it into park and shut
off the engine, using both hands to lower my restrictive clothing below my
knees, allowing me to spread my legs a little wider for him.  James used
his fingertips to grasp my scrotum, almost as if he were picking fruit from
a tree, allowing the sensitive testicles to slip through his fingers as he
pulled downward, giving me a gentle tug that was exquisitely pleasurable,
furthering the mounting pressure in my loins and heightening my desire for
immediate release!  I was reduced to incomprehensible mutterings and groans
of pleasure as he expertly continued to work my cock and balls, putting me
into a state of complete ecstasy.  At that point, I don't think a police
officer standing at the window would be enough to detur me from cumming!
The precum was already leaking copiously from my throbbing member and as he
continued to pet and stroke me, James leaned in until I could feel his
moist, hot breath on the tip of my wet cock.  Finally, I felt the warm flat
blade of his tongue touch the sticky fluid there, an exploratory taste,
followed by another and then another.  My hips were beginning to ache from
the muscles being tensed for so long and I tried to shift a little to ease
them before I began to cramp, which was now imminent.  That's when James
first took me into his mouth.  It took me a moment to register what had
happened.  It was obvious that it was his mouth, but my first thought was
it was just his tongue against my skin.  As it dawned on me that he had
taken the whole head past his lips, I completely stilled, cramp or not!  I
wanted to savor this moment, to truly experience it and lock away every
vivid detail of it.  His lips proved to be even softer and sexier than his
amazing hands had been.  He slid them wetly back and forth and up and down
the head of my cock, silky and wet contact that was so smooth that the
feeling was a bit dulled by it.  If there had been even a little friction I
probably would have felt it much more strongly but as it were, all I could
feel was the warm wetness of his tongue and lips gliding smoothly over my
skin.

     I longed to be deeper in his mouth, to feel the warm grip of his whole
mouth around me and my cock pushing against the back of his throat.  I
dared not move and I almost didn't breathe I was so caught up in the moment
and concentrating so strictly on the sensations he was creating in me.  As
slowly and surely has he had with his hand, he began a sensuous descent
down my dick, sliding the head along the roof of his mouth while his tongue
danced circles around the shaft.  He took all of me in and shortly I felt
the tell-tale bend as my head contacted the back of his mouth.  He
immediately reversed direction, this time pushing the tip of his tongue
insistently against the underside of my cock, pressing tightly against it
as he lifted his head back off of my lap.  Just as suddenly he reversed
again, now bearing down on me with a great deal of suction in his mouth.
His inexperience finally showed for the first time as that extra pressure
pulled me against his teeth.  I recoiled involuntarily and he knew
something was wrong.  He opened his mouth to release me, then closed again,
but much more gently now.  His hand slid between my legs and began to
gently stroke and caress my inner thighs while his head bobbed slowly up
and down my cock.  His fingers would playfully push against my perineum,
massaging there before tracing or cupping my balls.

     Everything he did was magical and intense.  He worked me so slowly
that the sexual tension built and built but I never got too close to
cumming.  He seemed to not want it to end anymore than I did and I was
grateful for that.  For as much as I wanted to buck my hips and empty my
cum into his mouth, it was absolutely the best blowjob I had ever had in my
life and I had no intention of ending it too soon!!  Just when I was
beginning to think that there was nothing he could do that could be more
pleasurable, he managed to do just that!  Each time he slid his mouth back
down over my eager cock, he made a ring of his thumb and forefinger,
following his lips down my rod with that ring and twisting it back and
forth as he did so, that same 'screwdriver' turning motion he had employed
earlier.  And each time my cock filled his mouth now he would hum a low
moan, sending an incredible tingle through my groin.  Fleetingly I wondered
if he wanted or expected me to reciprocate.  With this much pleasure that
he was giving to me, I couldn't imagine denying him anything his heart
desired!  With some concern, I did wonder if I could perform even a tenth
as well as he was though, and I tried to pay attention to everything he
did, just in case I would be returning the favor in a little while!  I
watched with fascination and great pleasure as he sort of 'nibbled' on the
head of my dick with just his lips, repeatedly pulling my cock out of his
mouth and letting his lips drag tightly over the ridge where shaft meets
head and then all the way over the head until I was free before taking me
in and repeating the process.  In only seconds I had completely abandoned
my attempt to learn from him and once again I fell back against my now
reclined seat, lost in the sheer pleasure of his fantastic blowjob.

     I tentatively placed my right hand on his shoulder, wondering if this
was something I should do or not.  He didn't seem to object and I used the
opportunity to thank him in a small way by massaging his neck and shoulder
muscles as he continued to work my cock.  Eventually I added my other hand,
too, and began to run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.
It wasn't difficult to do because he was still moving so slowly on my
penis.  I think that is part of what I found so incredibly exciting about
it -- for once it seemed like someone was sucking my dick because they
actually WANTED to, like he was genuinely enjoying it and had every
intention of doing it as long as I would let him.  That was a powerfully
sexual thought and it at once put me more at ease with him and also turned
me on a good bit more!  He seemed to like my hands on his head and
shoulders because he would increase his pace slightly and his moans changed
from something that gave pleasure to something that sounded more like he
was receiving it.

     A few times he shook his head back and forth with my dick fully inside
him, generating amazing feelings but making it difficult to rub his head.
One of those times he sort of smacked his head accidentally against my
hand, with a result similar to if I had pushed against him, driving my dick
further into his mouth.  His hands froze and he let out a long "Ummmmmm"
when it happened.  I don't know if he meant to or not, but I didn't even
care.  That single incident pushed me over the edge and I had to cum.  I
used both hands on the back of his head to push him down onto my cock,
jamming it hard against his throat.  He gagged just a little but quickly
recovered, using his hands against my legs to quickly push himself back up
so I could do it again.  I can't imagine that I lasted more than 30 seconds
then, pistoning in and out of his mouth while he sucked me for all he was
worth.  As I felt the orgasm well up in me and knew I was going to shoot my
load no matter what, I huskily told him I was cumming and as his mouth
dropped back over my cock I began to twitch and then shoot, pumping his
mouth full of hot cum, practically screaming as it shot across his tongue
in into his throat.

     The intensity of the orgasm shocked me but I was completely out of my
mind and I didn't care what I did or said.  I held his head down on my
emptying cock and released what must have been the biggest load of my life.
I heard him swallowing loudly as he tried to keep up with it and I promptly
let go, allowing him to come up off of me if he started to choke.  He
didn't move though, keeping me fully and tightly wrapped in the hot velvet
of his mouth and throat, milking me as I shot everything I had into him.
As I immediately began to soften a little, he resumed a wonderfully slow
and light sucking, truly draining me, cleaning me off, and letting me
slowly unwind from the intensity of the orgasm.  He was gentle again, and
seemed to be very aware of how much more sensitive I was, pausing whenever
I jumped a little, and put most of his focus on massaging my empty balls,
merely holding my still (mostly!) hard dick in his wonderful mouth.  After
a bit, he lay his head down on my abdomen, my cock still nested nicely in
his mouth, just resting there and sucking on me like I was a pacifier for
him, his hand gently stroking my balls, my legs and anything else he could
reach.


     Someday I hope to relate part II of my little adventure, the part in
which I learn how to suck my first cock!  And if you ever find yourself in
central Massachusetts and have a desire to replay what James did for me, by
all means, look me up!  :)