I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 5) - Sex Stories

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 5)

... a better look as I prepared to answer. This young man was handsome, no pretty. He was maybe only five-eight or so, but thin and tan. He had swimming pool-colored blue eyes and curly blond hair, high and tight on the sides. His most distinguishing features were his pouty pink lips.

Before I could answer, he introduced himself as Todd. As it turned out, he was a waiter at the Marina Restaurant and had seen me ordering my to-go cup. Todd went on to state that he frequently walked down this lane and that the woods were “sometimes interesting.”

Todd pointed to the passenger seat. “Lookin’ for company?”

“Sure.” I unlocked the passenger door.

We made small talk for a few minutes. Todd then leaned toward the console and placed his left hand on my right thigh, half on fabric and half on bare skin. I felt a stirring in my taint and knew an erection would soon follow.

I leaned and rotated toward Todd, bringing my left hand up to the right side of his face. He caught on and licked his pretty lips. As our lips met, he parted his slightly and made a “mmm, mmm” sound. He closed his eyes.

I teased the small oral opening with the tip of my tongue, gently touching the orifice, then retracting my tongue. I could tell he wanted more. He tightened his grip on my right thigh and completely opened his mouth.

I gave Todd what he wanted. I fully extended my penis-substitute into his mouth, meeting his own tongue. We passionately sparred with our lingual swords, exchanging oral ...

... fluids as we did so.

I felt Todd’s hand slip into the leg of my shorts, his fingers encircling my fully erect cock. In response, I dropped my left hand from his face down to and under the tail of his tee. I caressed his six-pack, then moved up to his pecs. Todd caught his breath, as I pinched his right nipple, breaking our kiss.

I removed my hand from under his shirt and settled back into my seat. I moved the seat away from the steering wheel and powered it into a semi-reclining position.

Todd caught on. He rotated even more to the left and rose partially onto his knees. He supported himself with his left forearm on the padded console. This freed up his right hand and, most importantly, his mouth for whatever he planned.

While Todd had been contorting his small frame into a semi-doggy position, I had shimmied my seersuckers (Don't you just love that word?) down and below my knees. I pulled the front of my baggy tee up and over my head, NHL-style and encouraged Todd, “It's all yours, Baby.”

My pretty boy wasted no time. He directed my man-meat up onto my belly, the cockhead resting just above the navel. He rested his right hand on the exposed leather car seat between my thighs, just south of my nuts, for balance. He got to work.

It was pretty clear my Johnson wasn't the first cock Todd had serviced. He gave my balls a good spit bath, then worked his way up the underside of my prick toward its plum-sized terminus.

With my left hand, I intertwined my fingers ...