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The Drive-in (MM)
Anonymous (c) 1998
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I lived in a rural town that had a drive-in theater not far from the
interstate highway. Sometimes, usually on Friday nights, they would show an
adult movie there, right in the drive-in. There were four of us guys who
would go just about every Friday night. It turned out that two of them,
Ralph and Craig, called off early one Friday, because Ralph's wife was ready
to pop a new kid into the world. Craig, his brother, wanted to be there,
too.
That left just Jake and myself. I called him and asked him if he still
wanted to go. He decided that, yes, the two of us could go by ourselves.
Jake was a quiet guy, about a year younger than I was. I had always liked
the way he took to sports in high school a few years back. I liked him, and
I liked him a lot. Of course, I couldn't let him know that he had been the
object of my fantasies for a long time. If I did that, and he didn't like
the idea, the repercussions in a small town like ours would have been
disastrous for me.
At the high school, all the boys took Physical Education together, at the
same time, regardless of age. There weren't enough students to warrant
anything but the one PE class, anyway. I remembered from those classes what
he looked like naked. I had loved looking at him.
He had light brown hair with bangs that hung about halfway down his
forehead. He was slender, but had a masculine build, muscular and angular.
His cock was cut, and his pubic hair was the same light brown that covered
his head. He had large, fleshy, nearly hairless balls, and there wasn't a
speck of hair on his round, muscular ass cheeks. Sometimes, in the shower, I
could have sworn that I saw him checking me out, and could see his cock jump
a little as he looked at me. I always managed to shower right next to him,
trying to bump into the unsuspecting object of my desire. I knew I couldn't
overtly get too close, though.
Now, it was going to be just Jake and myself in my camper. I was thrilled
and nervous, and showered three times. I felt like a high school dude on my
first date. Hell, I was on my first date, for that is exactly what it was. I
shaved twice, using too much after shave, and rummaged through all my
drawers, finding the newest, cleanest T-shirt and jockey shorts that I could
find.
So, on that hot, humid night, Jake and I sat in the front seat of my camper,
way in the back of the drive-in. I didn't have bucket seats, just a bench
seat that stretched across the whole front. One could climb into the camper
in the back by simply crawling over the seat. It was hot, and I had taken
off my T-shirt. All I wore was a pair of shorts, and Jake was wearing
cut-off jeans. His smell seemed to permeate the air, a smell of fresh soap
and masculine after shave.
I had a better idea, and I started the engine and pulled out of the parking
space. I moved the truck andspun around, parking in the space backwards. We
were up against the fence in the very back, so we weren't blocking anyone's
view. The nearest car was about two rows in front of us. I crawled into the
back and opened the top door of the camper shell, leaving the bottom closed.
That way, we could see the show and still have some privacy. I spread some
pillows and blankets on the carpeting in the rear. Along the side, there
were little plastic cup holders molded into the carpet. It was a new camper
shell, and I liked it. It was just made for a night like this.
"Jake," I said, "come on back here and make yourself comfortable. We can
have some beers and really lay back and watch the show."
Jake suddenly appeared in the little crawl area between the front and the
back. "I wondered what the hell you were doing," he said with a smile. He
climbed to the back and lay beside me.
I reached into the cooler and handed him a beer. It darkened outside, and
the show started. It was supposed to be an "adults only" show, but they
started, believe it or not, with a cartoon.
We lay there and sipped our beers. Jake lay beside me, and this was one of
the fantasies that I had contemplated for a long time. It was like a dream
come true. Just his being close to me like, that, with us alone, gave me a
hard-on.
I stretched out, my leg coming into contact with Jake's leg, just a little.
I didn't move my leg away. He didn't move his.
The show started then, with previews of coming attractions. Since they only
showed the adult movies every Friday night, they showed what was coming up
next Friday. It began with a scene of a woman with an enormous cock in her
mouth, going all the way down on it.
"That's what I like," I said.
Jake cleared his throat. "Me, too," he said.
"Makes me hard."
"You're always hard, huh?"
I turned to him. "Wanna find out?"
Jokingly, he reached over to my pants and patted my crotch. The sensation
turned me on. I loved it. He actually touched me. I couldn't believe it.
"Hey, that feels good," I said. "Keep it up." He reached over and patted me
again, then his hand lingered. He pulled it away.
I carefully reached over and felt his crotch. "Hey, you have a stiffy too,
there, bud." I pressed it gently, feeling the hardness of it.
"Jeez, that feels good, Howard, " he said.
"Yeah, you just felt me, remember?"
He didn't answer, and I didn't take my hand away. If he told me to stop now,
I would be crushed.
To my complete surprise, he slowly moved his hand over and pressed against
my shorts. The feeling of his hand there drove me nuts. I was in heaven.
After four long years of wanting this to happen, it was happening.
I pressed harder, moving down the bulge of his cock to the base of it. I
stroked upward, and he moaned. I took a chance, reaching up to the snap
where his shorts was. I unsnapped them. He didn't protest. Slowly, I pulled
the zipper down. He pulled his hand away from me then, and I was afraid that
I had gone too far, too fast.
But, to my surprise, he hooked a thumb on each side of his shorts, and
pulled them down to his ankles, then fumbled with them, getting them around
his shoes. He kicked his shoes off. He was wearing jockey shorts. He began
pulling those down.
In the semi-darkness, his cock reach up and slapped his belly with an
audible whack. He was actually taking off his clothes, to let me play with
him. He was getting naked for me.
I took off my shorts and shoes and fast as I could, then my underwear joined
the pile of clothes. We both lay back at the same time, and I reached over
and gently touched his flat, hard stomach, right above his cock. Glancing at
the screen, I saw that the movie had started. The screen depicted a guy
fucking a girl from behind. It was nothing compared to what I had here, in
my van.
I moved my hand down slowly, and I heard a sharp intake of breath as I came
into contact with the head of his cock. It was warm, velvety smooth to the
touch, and there was a little drop of pre-cum on the tip of the cut cock.
I wasn't afraid of our being seen. The usher never came back here. He knew
that we weren't going to cause any trouble. Mainly, old Johnston, the usher,
just stayed up front with the manager in the office drinking beer and
watching the movie, especially on Friday nights, when people didn't really
want him going and looking in cars. All the other folks were too busy, doing
their own things in their own cars, anyway.
I wrapped my hand around the tip of his cock and stroked downward gently,
caressing the hardness beneath, feeling the smooth skin of the man flesh. It
made my cock jerk uncontrollably just to touch it. He reached over and
tentatively ran two fingers gently from the base of my balls, all the way up
my shaft to the uncut head.
"You have a big dick," Jake whispered.
"Yours is great, Jake," I said.
"You really think so?" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. Maybe
he was as afraid as I was.
"I've thought so for years, Jake. In school, I always looked at you."
"I know. But, you know, I couldn't just walk up and ask if you wanted to
play with my dick, or tell you that I wanted to play with yours."
I nodded. "Yeah, but you can now. I increased the pressure on his cock,
stroking him steadily. I reached over with my other hand and fondled his
nearly hairless balls. He began stroking me in earnest then, his warm hand
wrapped around my shaft.
"I've always liked the fact that your cock is so hairy, and fat," said Jake.
I smiled. "That's funny, you know. I've always liked the fact that your cock
wasn't hairy and fat, and that it's cut."
"Well, we're both in luck," he said.
I bent down and put my head on his chest. It was now, I thought, that I was
going to actually taste the object of my desire, that I was going to put his
dick in my mouth. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, could feel
the rhythm repeated in his throbbing cock. He must have spread after shave
all over his body, because he really smelled great. There was another smell
there, too, a smell like yeast, or vitamins. It was his skin. I loved the
smell. I moved my head further down, and he had to let go of my cock because
of the way I was stretched across the blanket. The head of his cock came
into contact with my lips, and I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across
the head of his cock. I moved my hand down to the base of it and stroked
upward, feeling the throbbing heartbeat echoed in his hard cock. I moved my
other hand down to his balls, massaging and kneading his big, fat orbs.
Then, I took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. He
moaned as I began sucking on it. The salty taste of the pre-cum surprised
me, but it wasn't that it tasted bad, it was that I liked it. I could smell
the after shave in his pubic hair, or some kind of cologne. But there was
another smell, there, too. It was the smell, quite simply, of a cock.
I cupped his balls with one hand and moved my other hand up and down with my
mouth, sucking his and jacking him off at the same time. Then, I released
his cock and stuck out my tongue, flicking it out and licking his cock all
the way down to the base of it. Then I pressed my tongue against his balls.
The result was a moan from Jake. I licked his balls all over, with his
spreading his legs farther apart to allow better access to the base of his
balls. After a few minutes of tonguing his balls while stroking his cock, I
could feel his body begin to jerk and his knees move involuntarily. He was
going to cum soon, I figured.
I moved my mouth back to his cock and plunged it all the way to the back of
my throat. I could feel his testicles rise in his ball-sac. He moaned and
his body jerked, and he thrust forward and upward with his hips. I could
feel his cock jerk in my mouth, and suddenly, there was a warm, salty fluid
filling my mouth. I swallowed it, and he shot another, then another load of
hot cum into my mouth. I speeded up, moving my mouth up and down on his
cock, the cum dripping out of my mouth as he shot load after load into me.
Then his cock stopped jerking, and he lay still.
I had done it. I had sucked the cock of my fantasies. I was in heaven.
It was my turn to lay back. He reached over and began stroking me. I was so
excited, I knew I wasn't going to last long. I told him that.
"Hell, Howard, we have all fucking night," he said.
He put his mouth on my cock right away, fondling my balls with one hand and
stroking me with the other. I lay there, and he released my cock and moved
his tongue down to my balls. He licked my balls for a good five minutes,
then returned to my cock. He plunged his mouth on it, building up a powerful
suction, and I could feel the rising inside me. I was going to cum. He
pressed my balls against my body and moved faster and faster.
I thrust my hips upward, burying my cock in the back of his throat. I
groaned and shot my load into his mouth again and again. He made slurping,
sucking noises as he tried to swallow it all. It dripped out of his mouth
and down onto my cock, running down and mixing with the hair at the base of
my cock.
He lay there, his head on my stomach, my throbbing cock still pointing at
his face. He moved his head up to my chest and licked first one nipple, then
the other. He moved further up, and our faces came into contact.
He kissed me. That was a shock. I had wondered if he would, or if the idea
would scare him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste my own
cum on it. He pulled away and looked at me.
"I love you," he whispered. "I have for a long time."
I pulled him on top of me, our bodies pressing our hard cocks against each
other.
"I love you," I said. "And I have, for a long, long time, Jake."
We lay there side-by side, unhurried, watching a part of the movie, sipping
our beers to wash down the taste of the cum.
"Did you like that, Howard?" he suddenly asked.
I nodded. I looked at his dark cock. It was sticking straight up and
throbbing, the purple head wet and glistening.
"Let's fuck, Jake," I said.
He just sat there and looked at me. He nodded.
I changed position, and straddling him, I rubbed the tip of his cock against
my asshole. I wet a few fingers in my mouth and spread the saliva across the
head of his cock. His hands were on my ass, spreading my cheeks as I faced
away from him. He lay flat on his back as I eased myself down on his hard
cock, and I could feel it swell as it filled my ass. It hurt. I was turned
on to a point I had never felt before. His cock was big and fat, and filled
me completely. The pain turned into something else as I sat there with his
dick inside me.
I could feel the cock throb inside me as I slowly lowered myself onto it. It
slid, with effort, all the way into my ass. I rested, my ass on his pubic
hair, his cock buried in me all the way to his balls.
I raised myself slowly, almost pulling his dick out of me, then lowered
myself back down again. I could feel his shaking hands kneading my ass
cheeks, rubbing my back. He moved one hand around to feel of my chest again,
tweaking first one nipple, then the other. He began to get the rhythm that I
was using, and he started to raise his ass and meet each of my movements
with a thrust of his own. I raised myself up and stayed there, letting him
thrust in and out of me from below.
He moved slowly at first, then picked up speed, bouncing his balls off my
own balls on the upstroke. I couldn't believe the sensations I was getting
from being fucked in the ass. I had never felt that before. It was like a
fairy tale come true, as if all that time, I had been waiting for this,
wanting this, and now, it was really happening.
He was grunting, and his grinding motion speeded up. I could feel myself
getting ready to come, and I did, shouting "Fuck!" all at once. No one
heard, except me and my friend Jake.
I glanced around at the other vehicles nearby. Though the truck was bouncing
a little from our movements, no one was paying any attention to us or to the
truck.
I could feel my own cock jerk and shoot its load now, and I knew that I had
just flooded his lower legs with hot white cum. He sped up, and grabbed both
of my hips, one hand on each side of my body. He pulled me downward on his
upstroke and lifted me off of him on his downstroke. Then, he really slammed
me down hard on his cock, and I heard him shout.
He came inside me, filling me with load after load of his hot juice. I could
feel his cock jerk and throb with each load of the manstuff. I felt my
insides flooded with his hot cum.
Then, there was stillness. He let go of my hips, and I rested for a moment,
impaled on his big dick.
I pulled off him and lay beside him on the blanket.
We rested for a while. Neither of us said a word. Then, Jake sat up.
"I'm glad Ralph's wife chose tonight to have the baby," he said, "Otherwise,
it would have been another night of frustration and fear, not knowing how
you felt."
"That's over," I said, "and, this is the beginning of something new, Jake."
Jake put his arms around me and held me close, his face next to mine. I
turned toward him, and he kissed me full on the lips.
It was the beginning of something new for the both of us.