To bi ... part II
So James comes over to me at the library and we have a short talk. He wants to know if I'm ready to "go" again, and I have to admit to him that yes, I am, but once again I just can't do the same for him. He smiled and simply said that he was OK with it.
"I'll take what I can get" he whispered and then winked.
"I'll meet you in the parking lot" I said as I turned away and checked out another audio CD.
I waited until he came out as before and once again we went to a safe spot to park. I quickly slid my jeans to the floor and he bent over to my cock and his mouth was warm, wet and willing. James was 59 then and I was just 39 ('Just"). As he sucked me, slowly at first, I kept thinking that I was taking advantage of things and while I liked the idea of getting a BJ I felt I owed him something. I noticed the lump in his pants and reached over and started to massage his cock. He murmured with a positive sound (what was I expecting, a complaint?) and he started working even harder on my cock. His hand went to his crotch and he started unzipping himself when I began fumbling with his belt. Out popped his dick and I grabbed and squeezed it. I began stroking him in rhythm with his mouth on my own cock, and I realized that with all those hours of jacking myself off it just seemed natural for me to have a cock in my hand. I closed my eyes and as he sucked I stroked. As I moved closer and closer to cumming I lost all thought that here I was with some guy's cock in my hand. I just knew that those lips felt good on my own cock, and that I had one in my hand, as if it were nothing new or unusual.
My hips were pumping and pumping and my mind was on the load that was wanting to bust out of me, when I felt his body twitch a few times I suddenly realized my hand was wet with warm goo. I open my eyes and saw that my hand (and glove compartment) were covered in cum. Just at that point I let loose of my own load, and as before James swallowed deep and kept sucking. It was a great BJ as far as car sex goes, and I started to wonder what it would be like to get that good of a suck while in bed.
I squeezed his cock hard and pushed a few last thick globs of cum out of him. He sat up and looked at me with a big smile on his face. I looked at my hand and was wondering what I was going to do with this guy's cum, and he leaned forward and started sucking my fingers and licking my hand clean. Damn, that was erotic as hell too.
"That was a fair trade. You give good hand."
"So you still don't think I'm taking advantage of you, getting sucked without sucking."
"No, you're honest and up front about it, and no one made me come out to your car. Oh, sorry about the dash board. It'll clean off."
I wasn't worried about the car. It's not the first cum that was splattered in there, just the first time that it wasn't my own.
He leaned back against his door. "Look, David, it's no problem if we do this again. I would however, like to go somewhere more relaxed and comfortable. Plus, somewhere safer."
"Yeah, I think I'd like that."
"So, you're having no problems with the thought of grabbing someone else's cock?'
"No, it just seemed like the right thing to do."
He looked at me and smiled, "It get's easier each time."
I look him in the eye and replied "yeah, I guess, but I really don't think I could ever suck another man's cock." I just couldn't."
His reply was relaxed. "I know, and I'm OK with that. We can do this again some time. Call me."
In his mind he knew he was making a long slow argument in his favor. He admitted to me later that he expected me to eventually come around. The future turn of events surprised us both, but not as much as it surprised me.
"I'll take what I can get" he whispered and then winked.
"I'll meet you in the parking lot" I said as I turned away and checked out another audio CD.
I waited until he came out as before and once again we went to a safe spot to park. I quickly slid my jeans to the floor and he bent over to my cock and his mouth was warm, wet and willing. James was 59 then and I was just 39 ('Just"). As he sucked me, slowly at first, I kept thinking that I was taking advantage of things and while I liked the idea of getting a BJ I felt I owed him something. I noticed the lump in his pants and reached over and started to massage his cock. He murmured with a positive sound (what was I expecting, a complaint?) and he started working even harder on my cock. His hand went to his crotch and he started unzipping himself when I began fumbling with his belt. Out popped his dick and I grabbed and squeezed it. I began stroking him in rhythm with his mouth on my own cock, and I realized that with all those hours of jacking myself off it just seemed natural for me to have a cock in my hand. I closed my eyes and as he sucked I stroked. As I moved closer and closer to cumming I lost all thought that here I was with some guy's cock in my hand. I just knew that those lips felt good on my own cock, and that I had one in my hand, as if it were nothing new or unusual.
My hips were pumping and pumping and my mind was on the load that was wanting to bust out of me, when I felt his body twitch a few times I suddenly realized my hand was wet with warm goo. I open my eyes and saw that my hand (and glove compartment) were covered in cum. Just at that point I let loose of my own load, and as before James swallowed deep and kept sucking. It was a great BJ as far as car sex goes, and I started to wonder what it would be like to get that good of a suck while in bed.
I squeezed his cock hard and pushed a few last thick globs of cum out of him. He sat up and looked at me with a big smile on his face. I looked at my hand and was wondering what I was going to do with this guy's cum, and he leaned forward and started sucking my fingers and licking my hand clean. Damn, that was erotic as hell too.
"That was a fair trade. You give good hand."
"So you still don't think I'm taking advantage of you, getting sucked without sucking."
"No, you're honest and up front about it, and no one made me come out to your car. Oh, sorry about the dash board. It'll clean off."
I wasn't worried about the car. It's not the first cum that was splattered in there, just the first time that it wasn't my own.
He leaned back against his door. "Look, David, it's no problem if we do this again. I would however, like to go somewhere more relaxed and comfortable. Plus, somewhere safer."
"Yeah, I think I'd like that."
"So, you're having no problems with the thought of grabbing someone else's cock?'
"No, it just seemed like the right thing to do."
He looked at me and smiled, "It get's easier each time."
I look him in the eye and replied "yeah, I guess, but I really don't think I could ever suck another man's cock." I just couldn't."
His reply was relaxed. "I know, and I'm OK with that. We can do this again some time. Call me."
In his mind he knew he was making a long slow argument in his favor. He admitted to me later that he expected me to eventually come around. The future turn of events surprised us both, but not as much as it surprised me.
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