Hitchhiking

"Yeah." Max felt himself going red again. He remembered the scream when he had come, and cringed. "D'you mind?"

"No." Douglas squeezed his wrist reassuringly. "Not at all."

"Thanks." He kept toying with Douglas' cock, almost caressing it. Douglas stroked Max's wrist with his thumb as if in thanks.

"So," Max began, "are you up to telling me why you pulled a face when I asked about your family?"

Douglas' hand left his wrist and he heaved a heavy sigh. "I suppose it's only fair." He shifted his position and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "It's easy for your generation," he said eventually. "When I was your age, doing this would have been illegal - the age of consent for homosexual sex was 21, with extra conditions. It was also considered a mental disorder and five, ten years before had been illegal."

"So you hid?" Max guessed. Douglas snorted.

"Oh, yes. I hid all right. I hid so well that I somehow managed to convince a beautiful young woman to fall in love with me. We got married, because that was what you did back then. Well, if you had my parents you did. No living in sin."

He shifted his hips. This time it wasn't to do with what he was saying, but with the success Max was having with his cock. "But, as you can imagine, the marriage was a disaster. We both had pretty open affairs with other men. Thank God there were never kids; we hated each other virulently by the end."

"When was the end?" Max asked, his fingers dancing over Douglas' balls.

"Ten years ago." Douglas' hips moved a fraction forwards as his breathing hitched.

"You not been in a relationship since?" Max guessed. Douglas shook his head.

"No. I just kept doing what I knew how to do, picking men up in clubs and in cruising spots. And paying for rentboys, sometimes. Maybe once a year if I got desperate." He tightened his grip again on Max's wrist. "What about you? Do you usually go for older men?"

Max chuckled and shook his head. "Never have. Oldest guy I've ever been with previous to this was late twenties. Or maybe early thirties, I forget." Douglas was hard and hot underneath his hand. "I know a couple of older men I could try and hook you up with, though," he said lightly, phrasing it as a joke but wondering whether he'd take it seriously.

"How old?"

"Twenty-nine and early forties, I think." Max gave Douglas' cock a critical look. "That'll do." He wriggled around in his seat, then leaned forwards. The shiftstick poked him uncomfortably in the abdomen, but he could ignore it. He began to suck gently on the tip of Douglas' cock, pushing his tongue hard against the slit.

"What - oh!" Douglas stopped breathing momentarily then let it out in a wobbly gasp. "Hell, Max ..."
Max smiled as he felt the cock twitch in his mouth, and Douglas' hands rest on his head. He started to tease the older man, going up and down the full length of his cock with kisses and licks, swirling and pushing it with his tongue, all the while letting Douglas' balls move in and out of his loosely clasped hand. "Like it?" he said, swiping a drop of precum from the tip with his tongue. Douglas' fingers tightened in his hair as a response.

Encouraged, Max blew warm air on the moist tip, then leaned down and, very slowly, took him completely into his mouth until his lips were pressed flush against Douglas' body. He could feel his much-beleaguered gag reflex kicking weakly away at the intruding cock, and gathered from the way Douglas' breathing was coming in short, ragged gasps that the effect was actually beneficial.

Soon, Douglas was moving his hips, trying to buck against Max's face. That was virtually impossible though, since Max was doing it sideways. Max was pretty pleased about that, really, he didn't want to accidentally be facefucked into anything important, like the steering wheel or shift stick.

He raised his head, removing his lips with a muted pop, then twisted his neck until he could get the older man's balls in his mouth. He closed his mouth ever so gently and hummed. Sometimes he liked to pick tunes when he did this, but this time he mind had gone so blank that he ended up doing the national anthem.

Just the same as every guy that Max had ever done this on, Douglas went wild for it. He bucked his hips again and again and groaned more loudly than he had before. His fingers were clenched into fists in Max's hair but he couldn't push down because of the rather delicate nature of what Max held in his mouth. Max gloried in the knowledge that this time this arousal was something he had actively caused.

Suddenly, however, the hands in his hair were pulling him up.

"Moving," Douglas said breathlessly. Max swore and sat back in the passenger seat. His lips were swollen and sticky, and he made quite sure that Douglas was looking at him before licking off as much as he could.

By now, the queue had almost completely cleared. Douglas looked just as pissed at this as Max was. As the car drove on, quickly passing the legal speed limit, Max saw Douglas' hand continually drift down from the steering wheel to give himself several hard strokes.

"Why did you do that?" Douglas asked. His voice was hoarse.

"Complaining?" Max said, licking his lips again. "Don't get yourself off, ok? I want to do it."

"Don't get yourself off?" Douglas repeated in a strangled voice. "I can't drive like this for much longer!"
Max laughed. Douglas gave him a look that was partly exasperated and partly pleading.

So Max explained how he hadn't done anything much the first time around, how he'd pretty much just sat there and let Douglas' hand lead him to the biggest orgasm he'd had in months. How he had felt that something good was owed in return.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Douglas asked. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled. Max gave a cursory, disgusted look towards his flaccid penis and shook his head. "Not even just start it off?" Douglas reached for Max's cock, but Max caught his hand and put it back on the steering wheel.

"No. It's too sore. It'll stay like this for a bit longer." To demonstrate, he closed his fist ever so lightly around the middle of his shaft, the area Douglas had paid most attention to, and removed his hand very quickly. It felt like the skin was red-raw, even though it looked utterly normal. "And it's fine, really. I like watching."

Douglas frowned, but left the conversation there. Max was glad. He had had some very nasty previous experiences where his partners hadn't taken him seriously and had assumed his cries of pain were of pleasure - before he punched them, that was. After that they had tended to wise up and stay away for as long as it took.

A sign for a service station came up, and Douglas put on his indicator.

"I can't drive like this," was all he said.

They parked near the back. Not at the back, Douglas instructed with a voice of experience, because then people get suspicious. Just far away enough from most people to not be immediately obvious.

Before Douglas had even turned off the ignition, Max had leaned over and slid his mouth down the full length of Douglas' cock again. He drew his teeth very, very softly up the length, then worked his tongue on the way down as furiously as a child would lick a melting ice lolly. Douglas was groaning again, loudly, and gasping for air so badly that Max did briefly wonder whether he should pull back and wait a bit. But this tasted so good and the feeling of pure power that always came with having a guy’s most prized possession between his teeth was too good to pass up. He hadn't given head in way too long.

Douglas let out a particularly deep grunt and made a noise that could have been Max's name. Max felt the man's balls lift and his cock twitch in preparation. He repositioned himself so that his lips were
sealed around the top third of the cock and there was plenty of space in his mouth. Douglas' orgasm hit, and cum spurted into Max's waiting mouth. He swallowed it hungrily, making sure his automatic noises of delight were loud so that Douglas could be quite sure Max was enjoying himself. He swallowed every last spurted drop, then cleaned up the head with flat, sloppy licks.

"Fuck's sake, Max," Douglas said, his voice barely a whisper. Max laughed and rested his cheek on Douglas' soft upper thigh. He stared at the flaccid cock right in front of him and licked his lips absentmindedly. From that angle and with Douglas's legs spread wide, he could see something else, too. Something tantalising.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered. His heart was pounding in his ears. He didn't think that Douglas had heard, so he began to sit up. He was stopped halfway up by Douglas' intent gaze.

"You missed a bit," the older man whispered. He reached out and stroked Max's cheek, rubbing at one was obviously a spot of cum with his thumb. Max closed his eyes and sank back into the passenger seat, face still turned to allow Douglas' right hand access. Stupid mental arousal not corresponding with the non-existent physical arousal between his legs! He hated it when this happened! Why couldn't he have just lost interest, like normal?

"Are you that aroused?" Douglas asked. One of his stroking fingers brushed over Max's lips; Max opened his mouth and closed his lips around the digit, applying suction and tongue briefly before letting it go again.

"So fucking much."

Douglas nodded at him, his face utterly unsmiling. "Get in the back." He jerked his left hand backwards for emphasis.

"What?" Max asked foolishly. Ridiculously, his first thought was that Douglas was relegating him to the back seat because he had had his fill. Douglas' right hand dropped to Max's shoulder and gave it a little shake.

"Did you mean what you just said, Max?"

"Y-Yes," Max stammered, "but ..." He gestured widely at their laps and their matching flaccid cocks.
His hand trailed slowly down Max's T-shirt. "I think we can make it an enjoyable wait, don't you?"

They got into the back. Douglas (after a thorough look to see whether anyone was around because he didn't want to put his trousers back on) got out of one door and in via the back, while Max just worked off some of his frustration by fighting his way over the seat to land on the back with a thump. Once they were sat side by side, Max pulled off his T-shirt and chucked it back to the front seat. Completely naked, he looked at Douglas challengingly. Douglas looked away, going red.

"You're in such amazing shape," he mumbled, the inference of "but I'm not," as clear as crystal. Max scoffed and reached for the buttons on Douglas' white shirt himself. He grinned as inch by inch, Douglas' body became visible.

Ok, so it wasn't like the perfect, chiseled abs that he was used to from his last few boyfriends. There was a little pot belly and the beginnings of man boobs, and everything was covered in coarse hair. Max didn't care. He didn't care at all.

He nestled his head against Douglas' chest, tongued his nipples one by one, gave the excess stomach fat a big, toothy lovebite, nibbled from just below his ear all the way down to the edge of his pubic hair. All the while his hands were playing with Douglas' flaccid cock. Already it felt familiar to the touch, and just the thought of the taste and texture of it pressed long and hot against his tongue made his head whirl.

The idea of fingering him actually made him dizzy with lust, but still nothing from his cock. Nada. Not even a twitch at the pit of his stomach to signal there might be something soon. Nothing.

For. Fuck's. Sake. Seething inside, he renewed his ministrations more fiercely than before, only to find both his hands caught at the wrists. He raised his to ask what Douglas was doing, and found his lips captured.

They were kissing. Somehow, stupidly, this felt like the most intimate thing that they had done so far. Max tried to set the pace that his desire demanded, all lunging and biting and licking and pushing with his tongue, but Douglas refused to rise to the bait. Even his wandering hands were slow and steady.
Douglas still tasted like that chocolate bar.

"You're beautiful," Douglas whispered as he moved his mouth delicately over Max's hot face. Max shuffled closer, there was tangle of legs, and suddenly they were chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other, and Max was kissing and nibbling his way down Douglas' neck. Douglas' hands were travelling over every inch of Max's back and neck as if he was blind and trying to see through touch.

Unable to resist, Max ran his hands straight down Douglas' back and grabbed his ass with both hands. He pulled and if it were possible, their bodies meshed even closer. He could feel Douglas' cock twitching against his stomach, and anticipation coiled hot and tight in his groin. He repositioned his head and they kissed mouth-to-mouth again. Teeth clashed this time and heads tilted.

Max shivered and groaned as Douglas snaked a hand in between their bodies and tweaked his nipple, rolling it between his fingers then rubbing it with his thumb. In return, he dipped his head and took Douglas' nipples one by one in his mouth. He pretended that they were cocks; he sucked them, licked them, he rolled them around with his tongue, he ever so gently bit them. Hearing Douglas begin to gasp his name, he let go of the older man's ass and leaned forwards, pushing Douglas none too gently. Lying on top of him, he returned to his task of nipple stimulation with ferocity.

"You like that, Doug?" he asked around one nipple. "You like that?" Douglas agreed hoarsely. Max bucked his body against Douglas' and rejoiced in the older man's growing erection that he could feel pressed up against him. Teasingly, he pulled himself up Douglas' torso until his neck was level with his mouth and Douglas' cock was level with his upper thighs. He sucked on Douglas' neck as hard as he dared, brought one hand up to twist Douglas' nipples, and began to shove his hips up and down, back and forth, squeezing them as tightly together as he could. Douglas' cock slid in and out of his sensitive upper thighs; it felt fantastic.

"Fuck," he said into Douglas' hot, bruised neck, "fuck, I'd forgotten frot felt this good. Fuck!" Douglas merely grunted in reply, both of his hands were tight on Max's hips, exhorting him to higher, faster movements. "Are you horny, Doug?" Max asked. He certainly was. He was so turned on that he was dizzy with it. At the same time, the familiar sense of power whirled intoxicatingly through his blood; he was doing this to this man. This total stranger, he was turning on for the third time in a row.

"Yes," the older man grunted. Max grinned to himself, and gave in.

"Do you want me to suck you, Doug?"

Douglas squeezed his ass hard in reply.

"Tell me you want it!" Max demanded, biting down on Douglas' neck.

"I want you to suck me!" Douglas said with gritted teeth.

"Happily." Max wriggled down. The car door got in the way; now he was sitting with his ass against the door and bending as far forwards as possible, but it was fine. Everything was fine. With an ecstatic moan, he took Douglas in his mouth. He moved very quickly this time. "You taste ... so ... fucking good," he exclaimed between bobs and frantic licks. Douglas wasn't bothering with any more words, just grunting in time with his hips as he bucked up into Max's face. Max repeated the humming trick from earlier and nearly choked as Douglas bucked up with his hips and pressed his head down with his hands at the same time.

Recovering, he sat back up, licking his lips and coughing once or twice. Douglas looked up at him with glassy eyes and an open mouth. "Put your legs on my shoulders," Max said, and closed his eyes against a dizzying wave of lust triggered by the mere thought of what he was going to do.

It took a little bit of help and adjusting as Douglas wasn't very flexible, but soon Max could see Douglas' anus easily. He reached for Douglas' straining cock to wet his fingers, but Douglas pushed his hands away.

"In the door pocket behind you," he instructed. Max turned as best he could with Douglas' ankles resting on his shoulders, and found a tube of lubricant and a couple of condoms. He squeezed a larger amount of lube than normal onto the first three fingers of his right hand; he didn't know if Douglas was used to receiving.

"Tell me if it hurts," he reminded Douglas, before sliding his middle finger in past the second knuckle. Douglas grunted. Max slid his index finger inside too, and began to push them back forth, fully in, almost fully out, then plunging back in again. Douglas cried Max's name.

"What do you want, Doug?" Max panted. The twisted look of Douglas' face, the sight of his hard red cock still right up against his flabby stomach, and most of all the incredible tightness around his fingers was making him more aroused than he could ever remember being before. His other hand found his cock; sensitivity worn off he was able to start pumping it. He did so with a will. "Tell me what you want, Doug."

"Faster!" the older man panted, staring at the ceiling with wild eyes. "Faster, Max!"

Max obliged, moving his fingers not quite as fast as he could. In and out they went; the palm of his hand slapped against Douglas' pale ass cheeks with every thrust. "Do you want more, Doug?"

Douglas groaned and gasped "Yes!" Max took his hand completely away in order to re-lube, then plunged three fingers in right to the hilt. Douglas made a loud, guttural choking sound and bucked upwards so violently that Max's fingers were nearly dislodged.

"Was that it, Doug?" Max demanded. "Was it? Was it good?"

"Oh fuck, yes, Max, again!"

Max did it again and again. Douglas shouted something incoherent and started thrusting with his hips so much that almost his entire body left the seat each time.

Max was rapidly losing it. He had never seen somebody this uncontrollably turned on; it was forcing him to new heights of arousal. With difficulty, he managed to stop jerking his own cock. Trying to keep thrusting into Douglas as best he could, he reached for the tube of lube - it had fallen to the floor. Grabbing it before it rolled away under the front seat, he quickly squeezed a big glob onto his hand, then onto his cock. The smooth coldness of the lube made heat lance through him and his cock quiver warningly.

"What're you doing, Max?" Douglas asked breathlessly, propping himself up on his elbows to see. Max pointed towards his now glistening erection. The crisis moment had passed; he no longer felt like a breath of wind would push him over the edge into orgasm. “Condom,” Douglas said, and there was a trace of steel in his tone that brooked no argument. Max seriously considered complaining that he was clean as a whistle and trusted that Douglas would have said anything otherwise before Max had put his cock in his mouth. However, reality reasserted itself in his lust-filled brain and he remembered that Douglas was of the era where the threat of AIDS loomed over all gay men like a persistent shadow.

Fair enough. Not worth the effort to argue. Not when it took him … so little time … to put one on. There! Another quick application of lube and it was back to all stations go.

"Ready?" he asked, wiggling the fingers of his penetrating hand. Douglas' already rapid breathing hitched deliciously and his head flopped back to the car seat.

Max withdrew his fingers and repositioned Douglas' legs more firmly onto his shoulders. Slowly but steadily, he pushed his lubricated cock in. The hot squeezing feeling of Douglas' sphincter closing around the head of Max's cock made him shudder and gasp again, even through the frustrating dullness of the rubber. His shaft slipped in fairly easily in comparison and before long he had a rhythm. A couple of different angles, and soon he had found Douglas' prostate again.