- Gay Male
- Hitchhiking
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Click hereThey were both sweating like crazy, and Max could hear the constant squelching, ripping sound of their hot, damp skin pulling away from the leather seats. You're definitely in a car, that sound told him. And the sound of his and Douglas' gasps and groans and curses told him yes, you're definitely having sex with someone who isn't your on-off boyfriend. In a car. In the dark. In the middle of a car park where anyone might park right next to them and see the car literally shaking. Oh god, the sheer forbidden thrill of it!
Again and again he jabbed at Douglas' prostate. His head was spinning and spots were dancing in front of his eyes. Heat swirled and rippled down through his belly into the pit of his stomach, making his thighs quiver and his cock outright jerk; a second later he felt the older man's anal muscles begin to spasm around him.
"Come on!" he yelled at the top of his voice. His orgasm hit him like a train and he sat bolt upright for a frozen, wonderful second before drooping down to lie on top of Doug, breathless and shaking. He rolled partway off the seat to let Douglas get a hand to himself, and smiled contentedly as the older man came too. "Fuck," he whispered to himself.
"Exactly." Douglas' tired voice vibrated through his chest, tickling Max's ear.
The traffic had cleared completely by the time that they had gathered their wits and cleaned up as best they could. They made good time to Glasgow - not even the bridge gave them much of a problem - and Douglas delivered Max to the hotel just as he had said.
Kai was very surprised to find that Max was so easy-going – usually after an argument of this magnitude the American would be bitchy with him for days.
It had a lot to do with a rectangular white business card with a certain man's number on it, right at the bottom of Max's bag, and the request scribbled on it.
Ring me.
- COMMENTS
SydneyBlakealmost 13 years agoSo what else do you have up your pants leg, cowboy? I expect there's a lot more where that came from.
As a suck-and-fuck, this is really good. I thought the characters were interesting, sympathetic, and well-developed.
Personally, I do like a little more realism in my stories. I don't imagine someone like Douglas not using protection in this modern age of disease. You could have either written it in, or changed the setting to a pre-1983 time. Of course, that would have altered Doug's story some.
I can see you expanding on these two characters in many ways. I'm primarily into romance myself (in all its shapes and forms), but I see endless potential for a sequel and even prequels.
Good job.
Syd
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoYou got my 80-year-old cock standing at attention! Made me wish I had discovered M2M sex earlier. Trying to make up for lost time now, but can't get many much interested in ancient cocksuckers.
Barbaraalmost 13 years agoYee Gods! One high risk encounter, driven by testosterone fuelled desire, gay hitchhiking not to be recommended for safe travelling within foreign lands.
