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... couple of other guys before my dad would let me get my car. Like I'm going to be doing a lot of driving at 150mph on surface streets, but it did improve my ability to react quickly." You keep one hand on the wheel and drop you right hand in my lap. You look over to see my reaction. I am staring at you, my jaw dropping in surprise. "Is this going to be okay?" you innocently inquire, smiling as you maneuver around an 18 wheeler. "Um, yeah. It's great," I reply, pleasantly shocked. Eyes on the road, you begin rubbing my dick through your Dickies, slowly running your palm up and down its length as I harden under your attentions. You are cruising and the music is blasting. The air around me moves. You know that all I can think of is how good your hand felt on my shaft. Unzipping my fly, you drag it out into the cool night air, then get a look at it. It is erect; way over eight inches at least and solid. Your hand will not fit all the way around it. It is time to turn around and take this bad boy home where you could fuck me. You pull off at the next exit, keeping up a nice rhythm on my dick and start to head back toward home. When they neared your exit, you ask me if you should be taking me to your home or mine. My eyes fly open and for the first time in thirty miles I am aware of my surroundings. "I think you had better take me home." You pout. "You don't have a roommate, do you?" "No, Dear. I'll be able to take care of you at my house without any interruptions." Your eyes light ...

... up and you look like a little girl who had just been given a free pass to the candy store. Gaining directions to my house, having to let go of my shaft to shift, but always bringing your hand back to your prize. When we pull up in front of my place you peer at me for a moment, speculating. Then reaching behind your seat for a moment, you come out with a windbreaker. "If you want to hang this on your dick you won't have to try to f***e it back in your pants and you won't have to worry about being seen walking in . . . " I meet your thrilling eyes, laughing. "Like a coat hanger, you mean?" "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but yeah. That way I don't have to wait too long to do this." Leaning down into my lap, you put your hot, sweet mouth on my black dick, gleefully fitting the head between your teeth. Next you then managing to work a good portion of the shaft in behind it, stroking my manhood in and out of your mouth a few times before coming back up off of it, licking your lips and kissing me deeply. "Oh, Fuck," I declare. "Let's get you inside fast. I want to do SO many things to you!" "Good. I've been having dreams about this dick all summer. I must say, for the first time ever, reality exceeds my fantasies." You put the top up on your car, lock it and precede me inside to help shield my enormous erection from anyone who might pass by. As soon as we get in the front door, we begin kissing again, our hands roaming. Yours freeing my Dickies, allowing them to fall ...