A Prom Worth Remembering

Instead I semi-nervously laughed and stared out through the open roof panel at how beautiful the moon did look that night. It was close enough you could almost see the footprints the astronauts had left on it decades ago. Full. Huge. Glowing. Just as I was mentally adding 'romantic' to my list of adjectives, the big car lumbered to a halt. Drew was half turned in the seat, resting his arm on the open divider when he half-asked and half-stated, "I guess that look on your face says this was a better idea than staying at the prom...right, Zach?" The smile his full lips formed made me quiver inside.

I smiled back and proffered, "Maybe it will be perfect once that first beer hits...you ready for one, Drew?"

"Well unless we kill two or three hours out here, one is all I can have. So yeah, guess I am ready to start nursing one." He opened his hand to me through the open space between the front and rear, but I told him to stop being my chauffeur and come be my friend and show me how to work the damn stereo. He laughed and then ditched his jacket and tie before quickly joining me in the back. We popped the tabs on our Buds and clinked them together. His toast was simple but also one with a very open end to it. "To a senior prom night ending like you deserve."

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After a quick lesson in how to work the fancy stereo system built into the back of the limo, I was told to pick some tunes from the small library that was next to it. I smiled large and handed Drew the Katy Perry 'Teenage Dream' CD. "Probably my favorite right now," was all I said.

"Great choice! The video for 'Firework' is awesome and the whole CD is full of fantastic music." He pushed the disc into the slot and then asked, "Start from the top and play it all good for you, buddy?"

I was busy cycling the word 'buddy' through my brain and only shook my head yes. I watched as he nestled into the deep leather seat beside me. When he tilted his can back, I duplicated the movement to let the hops cross my tongue and the cold can parch my dry lips. I was not a big fan of beer, but for some reason tonight it felt really good going down my throat.

We sat in silence, moon and star gazing through the open roof panel for a while, and then drifted into a discussion about college and life in the future. Drew was majoring in science, but wasn't sure if he wanted to go the whole route with grad school, or just end up teaching high school. I told him of my penchant for business, but that I was wanting more than what a career with Publix would probably offer. When he pushed me for details of what I saw as a perfect fit, he smiled at my answer of owning a specialty, gourmet-type grocery. "It's kind of gay, but we don't have anything like that within fifty miles, so I see the market for it."

"It's only gay if you let yourself limit yourself with the term, Zach." He leaned forward to snag a second beer and rested his arm on my leg as he opened the door to the mini fridge. My cock snapped to attention at just that little touch and as close as we were, there was no way to hide the boner in my tight tux slacks. It didn't help any either, when his finger tips brushed along the inside of my thigh and I caught him staring at the pronounced lump as he settled back into the seat with his new can. The smile he had wasn't in jest of a high school boy's uncontrollable erections.

I involuntarily tried to steal a glance of the bulge that was showing in his driver pants that were as snug as mine, but his smile grew wider to tell me I was busted. Even in the shadowy moon light coming through the roof opening, the deep blush of my cheeks had to show. Drew took one quick slug from the can and then sat it aside to stare at me. "Am I making you nervous, Zach?"

While I was processing a half dozen possible answers to that question, he slipped his arm to the back of the seat behind me. Then when it fell slightly to rest on my shoulders, I wanted to scream that the only thing he was making me do was ooze more pre juices than Ashley had earlier! All the wet dreams and masturbation fantasies I had ever had that involved another guy, were suddenly in control of my brain. This wasn't jacking off on a camp out with Brandon, or being in a circle jerk distance contest in the showers after soccer practice. This was being alone in the woods with a hot man that was obviously trying to tell me two things: that he was comfortable with who he was, and that there was some kind of interest in me...if I shared that interest.

Before I could find my voice, Drew took complete charge. He turned my face to his and lightly brushed his moist lips over my quivering ones. My eyes caught a shooting star streak across the sky just before they closed and I wrapped my arms around him and gave myself over fully to his mouth and tongue. I had always been into kissing, but this was something completely new...completely erotic like I had never felt before. My entire body had joined my dick in growing hard from the physical and mental stimulation of just making out.

For many long minutes, we became one in a single kiss that lasted long enough for Katy Perry to get almost all the way through 'Firework.' When I finally opened my eyes again, the sky was so full of stars, the ending of the song just fit so appropriately. I know I was smiling as big as Drew was too. Probably why he continued with his forwardness by gently helping me out of my formal jacket and loosening the bow tie around my neck. I grinned and reached out to unsnap the first couple buttons on his dress shirt and ran my hand down across the hard pecs that came into view. From that point on, the questions either of us may have had, were gone.

My white bow tie was removed and deposited safely on the divider opening next to where he had laid my tux jacket. I finally got Drew's shirt opened fully and pushed it to his back to be able to come free of his torso. My shirt buttons became his dessert as he licked each one as he opened them with his teeth. I dropped a hand to his lap and inhaled deep at the swelling I found. His hands worked my shirt over my shoulders and once off, he added it to the stack of my rented clothes he was making.

I was fumbling with his belt when he spun in the seat and straddled me; pinning our now naked top halves together as his mouth once again captured mine. I felt hands at the back of my head holding me tight to his face and allowed mine to wander up and down his muscled back while our tongues battled.

I took the moan and hip grind against me as my go-ahead signal, and moved my hands to his chest to tease the large brown nipples mounted there. I felt at least seven inches of hard shaft wedge up against my soft abs as I lightly pinched each nub at the same time. This was my first time with another guy and I was only doing what seemed to come naturally. It was evidently correct from the reactions I was getting.

Just as I felt as if Drew was going to make me cum in my pants, he spun again, but to his back this time; splaying across the full seat and pulling me down on top of him. I could feel both our cocks mashing together as we kissed again and was feeling the rumble in my balls much sooner than I wanted to. "Not yet Drew...slow down a little," was my beg as I broke the lip lock with him.

"What's wrong little man? Too much, too fast for the brain? Or too much, too fast for the head that's doing all the thinking right now?" He added a sarcastic grin and wink to let me know that he knew it was a little of both.

"I just don't want to cum too fast...or in these damn rented pants either." I laughed and did a quick crotch grab of him to confirm I sure wasn't having any problem with the idea of an orgasm with him though.

"Well Zachary...that's one of the advantages of a limousine...stand up so I can get them off you." It was at that point that I remembered the moon roof was open and could indeed stretch my full six foot frame up and still be in the car. What I didn't realize was that it also gave Drew total control of my lower body as the top half enjoyed the night air. As my pants were undone and tugged down my thighs and calves, his mouth was nuzzling the bulge in my boxers. I had to grab hold of the roof to keep my quaking knees from collapsing. He helped me get my shoes off and I kicked the dress slacks from my ankles. Without even looking, I knew he folded them and added them to the rest of the clothes he had already gotten me out of. Just as I saw the second shooting star of the night, I heard his voice echo from the cavern of the car's interior. "Gawd I hope that tastes as good as it looks in the package," was all that hit my brain before the mouth began slathering all over my cotton covered cock.

If I hadn't had a good grip on the roof, I would have been flat on my back on the floor boards of the limo. Drew hadn't even hit real flesh yet, but the way his lips and tongue and teeth were working my rod through my underwear was the most amazing thing I had ever felt in my life. When a hand slipped up through one of the loose leg openings and cupped my full nuts; and then a cat-rough tongue snaked its way between the fly of my boxers to tease the wet head of my cock; I was unable to stand on my own. "OH! FUCK! DREW! OH FUCK YEAH!" seeped a little too loudly from between my pinched lips.

The talented tongue wormed my bone out the fly as the palm kept working my nut sac. When I felt the first flick over my leaking slit I shuddered. The next one made me one giant goose bump. When Drew began using his tongue like a crayon and coloring in all the spaces that were my throbbing shaft with it, I became almost uncontrollable with my moans and gyrations.

His tongue slathered my mushroom first. Then he used the tip to trace the ridge of the head first, before licking the entire length slowly down one side and then back up the other. I felt him hold it straight out and then kiss my balls as tenderly as he had my lips minutes earlier. His mouth moved to where cock and balls share skin at the base of my bone and did a hummingbird-wing-flicker-motion with his erect tongue ever so slowly right up the cum chute on the bottom side of all my thick six-and-a-half inches. I was certain this couldn't possibly get any better.

That belief flew out the open roof when his tongue tip teased and then jabbed my drooling cock hole. That was followed with no warning before he swallowed me whole and buried his nose in my pubes in one motion. I was up on my tip toes trying to dig my finger nails into the car roof from that move. Drew had no idea how close he came to making me empty the two day load I had built up. Before his tonsils squeezing my head could put me on over the edge, I dropped myself back into the car and pinned him down on the leather seat.

"You okay, Zach?" The question came with a grin that said he knew damn well how close he had brought me to the point of no return. His hand kept playing with my family jewels as his green eyes reflected the moon. "Maybe I should take you back to the prom?"

"I have a much better idea of a way to dance right now," was my answer along with a grip on his belt that said it was my turn to get him down to just undies...hopefully even less. "You just lay still for a few minutes while my balls get back to a normal level and I can get to see what you are hiding in your pants."

Drew smirked at me and laced his fingers behind his head. "You the boss till 2AM," was the surrender he gave and came with a very happy expression on his face.

"Can I get an after hour rate if I want to keep the car and driver?" It was what I questioned as I yanked open the fastener on his slacks. I leaned over and drove my tongue through his lips at the same time my finger and thumb gripped the metal tab and unzipped him. The chomp Drew made on my tongue as the heel of my hand and palm worked his fabric covered cock said he was as into this as I was, and he helped me peel his tight, dark pants off while we kept making out.

"Long as I have this barge back before the manager shows up at 9AM, we're covered." There was a slight pause and then Drew added, "And for some reason, I think I could stay busy with you at least that long, too." His next move was to grab the waistband of my boxers at the back and pull them down over my butt cheeks and then shoving them to my feet. After getting me totally naked, he stood up through the open roof and pushed his own boxers to his ankles. As he stepped out of them and then turned his sweet bubble butt towards me, he uttered back down words I will never forget: "Fuck me standing up and make me howl at the moon, Zach."

I was on my feet in an instant. Both our upper torsos were sticking out of the moon roof as I pinned my erection to his hard ass cheeks. My arms circled his waist and pulled him back into me. He purred out a moan as one of my hands found his rock hard shaft at the same time the other was gliding my cock over his ass split. I kissed the back of his neck while working my helmet head up and down, jabbing around in desperate search of his opening. My fumbling was due to nervous inexperience combined with uncontrolled excitement.

Drew snickered and then used a palm full of his spit to drench his hole for me and then helped guide me to it. "First time?" he asked in a manner that was neither critical nor judgmental.

"Yeah. Sorry Drew."

"Don't be. Just take your time, smear your pre on my man pussy, and go easy when you slip it in. You are kinda thick you know."

The grin and compliment quelled my initial embarrassment at my fumbling around. I followed his instructions and pressed my leaking mushroom to his pucker. "Yeah that's it stud. Just work those hips a little now," he murmured as he laid his head down on the roof and pushed his ass back into me. I met his backwards movement with my own forward one and felt his rosebud bloom open. My slit was oozing pre juice like there was no tomorrow and the extra lubrication allowed me to pop through his ring so easily. "Ah fuck yeah! Nothing else feels so good as a well hung young stud filling me up," came with another butt thrust from him.

More than half my throbbing tool disappeared into his cavern with that stunt and I cried out, "Oh hell yes!" as Drew's interior muscles clenched tight. He continued to moan while wiggling back into me and taking each new inch with obvious pleasure. My face was pasted to his bare back and I began licking the base of his neck and his shoulder blades as I let him control the ongoing intrusion. He grunted loudly, shifted rapidly once more, and my pubes were instantly pinned to his ass as it finished eating the very last inch of my rod.

"You are right there against my hot button man. Just let it lay there and throb, hot stuff," he ordered in between panting breaths. "I'll tell you when to get those hips moving good," he added with a rotation motion of his butt. His right hand took mine to his cock and together we stroked it while I waited for permission to go on. Finally, Drew lustily asked, "You enjoying this, Zach?" The smile on his face said he was.

"What do you think, Drew?" I replied with a quick hump to his rear and hard squeeze to his bone. "My best dreams haven't even been this good," I added as I thrust my hips again.

He snickered and his ass wiggled in a circular motion yet again. Turning his head toward mine, he stated so empathically, "Then I think it is time for you to just do what comes naturally now and finish losing your virginity with me."

I grinned at him and moved my face close enough to let him take my lips. As our tongues began to battle, my hips started to buck gently. Drew moaned into my mouth and I ramped up the yanks I was taking on his shaft. My initial clumsiness was suddenly gone and the two of us fell into a rhythmic cadence of bodies meshing perfectly. He was taking each one of my slams fully and whimpered each time I nailed his special spot. The tingling in my groin said I wouldn't last much longer.

"Use your free hand to play with my balls while you finish fucking me, Zach," Drew commanded. I obeyed and rolled his large nut sac in my palm and increased the speed of both my hips and my other hand on his cock. "Oh fuck yessss! That's the way baby," he declared and started humping back into me with furor. "Make me cum like a volcano you fucking teen stud!"

That and my own words of, "I'm gonna cum, dammit," were the last ones uttered before both of us exploded...me deep in Drew and he all over my pistoning hand and the interior of the limo. My body shook and shuddered through at least four of five spasms. The vibrations of his cock in my hand said he blasted off at least a half dozen shots of man jam. We remained hooked tightly together until our bodies ceased quaking. When I let my wilting pole slip from his ass, Drew spun around and wrapped his arms around me and we embraced and kissed yet again.

When we eventually disconnected from each other's mouth, Drew stated, "That was motherfucking awesome, Zach." He slipped his hand down and began toying with my soft cock and added, "Bet you will be even better with round two when I show you how getting fucked feels so good."

The grin he had on his face said he was serious. The smile that was on mine said I was more than willing to learn.

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As soon as I walked in the back door of the house just before 8AM, I got two very different looks from my parents who were just finishing breakfast. Dad had a 'Way to go stud,' grin that said he wanted to yell it out and high-five me; but knew better. Mom's expression was one that said her biggest concern was whether rubbers had been involved so no one ended up in a shotgun wedding. There was no way to tell her that since I had drilled deep in Drew's ass twice and he broke my cherry in between, it would be a toss-up as to who might be pregnant.

I wasn't paying much attention to what all was being said, since I had boned again just thinking about what a fantastic lover and teacher he had been. So erotically tender as he ate my ass to get me prepared; so patient as he slowly opened me up the first time with his long, thick cock; so loving as he whispered in my ear during the volcanic eruption he caused when his final thrust slammed my magic button. He joked afterwards, how it would take him an extra hour of detailing out the limo to take care of where all I had sprayed my man juice. I quickly flopped down at the breakfast table with my parents to hide the erection the memories were creating. It was time to suck down a cup of coffee and go through whatever questions and comments I wasn't going to escape anyway.

Mom took the easy way out and just snatched the white rose from my tux jacket. "This has to be pressed into your scrapbook. Someday you will be glad I saved things like this." I was smiling large in agreement with her for possibly the first time ever when she made a simple high school experience, a life changing event of epic proportions. I spit coffee through my nose though, when she suddenly said, "Aw...you got cupcake icing or something on it, Zach," and started to scrap off one of the many wads of dried cum that had splattered my jacket and the boutonniere. I grinned figuring they had probably ended up there when I jerked the massive orgasm from Drew while I fucked him standing up through the open moon roof.

"Leave it there, Mom. Just press it in the scrapbook the way it is." It was all I could think of to get her to stop using her fingernail on the splotch. Adding, "That is just another memory of last night I want to remember in the future," got a huge smile from her.

Dad just kept knowingly smirking at me and I knew I would have to come up with some kind of story for him later, since I was pretty certain he wasn't ready to hear the real one. For now, it was best to let him bask in the glow of whatever glory he was celebrating by imagining that my dick had been in female pussy.