car – Grindr Fantasies

Spare period

“U have a car?” he asks.

I don’t like car fun. It’s cramped and it takes forever to find a good spot where nobody can see you. But this guy was a hot middle eastern dude, and only 18, so I make an exception.

“Sure.” Once you have a “yes”, it’s best to say as little as possible.

“Can you do 10:45 today? AM. At 10:45 I”m on break at school.

“Actually, I can.”

“When u get in the parking, send me a pic of the school so I know where you’re parked.”

I arrive at the high school, behind the student drop off area. Some teachers are getting in and out of cars around me. I take a photo of the school from my car window. Then I wait.

Soon, a tall serious looking middle-eastern guy comes out. He has long black hair and a red backpack.

“Hi,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah” he says.

He’s uptight. I know how he’s feeling, and I just need to make him as comfortable as possible. “I figure we’ll go behind the Walmart. There’s some out of the way places there. Have you done this before?”

“One time. That time we also went to the Walmart.”

“Oh great.” We drive to the Walmart and I try to talk about the weather, but he makes only one-word responses. I turn down the service lane in the back. “There’s some power lines down this road, that’s a good spot.”

“Actually we can probably go right here,” he says, pointing to the loading dock. It is deserted and strewn with garbage, burst open milk containers and leaves. But it’s out of the way.

“Sure, OK.” With growing uneasiness, I pull in and stop the car, and look at him. He’s pulling down his pants and out pops the largest, thickest dick. I mean it looks like one of those fake dildos.

“Wow,” I exclaim, and bend down to give it a lick.

He doesn’t really make noises so I have a hard time figuring out what to do.

“Oh shit! There’s people,” he suddenly exclaims.

I look up in a panic, and see a man at the loading dock curtains, pushing back the large plastic flaps he squints at us in the sunlight. I start the car, grinding the starter and back out, missing by inches the transport truck backing in right beside us.

“Woah, that was close,” I exclaim breathlessly.

“Yeah”

“They probably don’t care, they just want to get their jobs done,” I tell him, and myself.

We drive behind the power tower I originally had in mind. I position the car so that we can get out in a hurry. Normally there could be joggers here, but now there’s a shallow pond from the storm blocking the way, so it should be safe.

I get down to his cock. “Is there any part you liked, uh, better?” I ask, trying to get some hint out of him.

“All of it,” he says, unhelpfully. As I bend down he adds, “I liked it when you go deep. And grab my balls, that feels good.”

I take a huge breath, lean down over the emergency brake, and take his dick into my mouth, sliding it all the way down to the back until it won’t go any further. Here is where I stay, making swallowing motions, massaging the side of his dick with the whole length of my tongue. I can hear him gasping as he presses his hands against the car door, ever careful not to touch me. I reach over with my left hand and slide them under his balls, feeling their weight in my palm, massaging them while I suck to give him the maximum pleasure.

After a while, I stop for breath, and a drop of sweat falls from my forehead unto his thigh.

“If you’re tired, we can stop…”

“No, I like it, ” I rasp.

But he grabs it anyway. “If you want I’ll jerk off into your mouth.”

“Great!” As I sit up I realize how much my back is aching from the weird angles, and I’m actually relieved.

He leans back in the passenger seat, closes his eyes and strokes his cock. I watch the morning sunlight dance over his features and admire his jet black long hair. “It’s gonna be a while,” he tells me.

I’m OK with that. At least I know I had no chance.

After an eternity, he says “I’m cumming.” I reached down and mouth his cock head as he jerks it, hitting my lips with his fingers. It is larger than ever, and feels impossibly smooth and hot against my tongue.

“Uhhhh…” he breathes. His hand is a blur now as he tries to desperately get relief from the pressure inside his balls. He’s silent now, not even breathing. The only sounds are the fapping of skin and odd clicks of his cock head rubbing against my lips. He takes another huge breath and goes silent again. His thighs open up, and there’s a thump as his knees hit against the glove box. He tenses every muscle in his body and his butt is lifting off the seat now. I start to breath through my mouth, whooshing the air around his dick, now slick with juices. As I suck in air, his load finally comes shooting out, and I noisily slurp up a large blob of his semen. I let him rest there with his cock in my mouth as he relaxes and settles into the seat with his dick draining delicious load and mixing with my saliva.

“Thank-you. That was enjoyable,” he says, as if I made him watch the last Game of Thrones and he’s trying to be fucking polite about it.

I drive him back to school. His next period starts at 11:30 (Science, but he hates his teacher) so we just make it in time. I pull into the student drop-off area and let him out. He tosses his red backpack over his shoulder and heads back to the school’s back door.

When I look him up the next day, his profile says he wants to try bottoming.

One Minute

It takes some time to find his car. He told me he has to leave for work at 3:00 and it’s already 3:15. “It’s the white honda in the right parking lot,” he texts. My right or your right? I step over the puddles in the rain, and find nothing. I hear a honk, and see the nose of a white honda poke out of the space and then back in again. That’s him?

I open the passenger side and step in. Yup, that’s him – he’s black. “Hi, nice to meet you,” I say.

“Yeah, same.” He smiles at me with his white teeth. The 20 year old is thin and lanky, with afro hair that’s a little too big, as if he stepped out of the 80’s. He sits at the steering wheel.

I gesture to the windshield, which is already opaque with fog. “It’s a good thing it’s raining. You can’t see a thing from the outside.”

When I look down at his crotch, he thrusts his seat back and pulls down his red track pants. I get down, one hand on the floor between his legs, the other on the cup holder between the seats, and wrap my mouth around his dark skinned penis. He’s still soft, but I can already tell I won’t need to break a sweat. He has one of the smallest dicks I’ve encountered.

It’s smooth and cut, and I really enjoy sucking on it. I really hope he doesn’t block me. Before long it’s hard and I take a breath before plunging down again. He doesn’t even reach the back of my throat, and I go right down to the tiny black curls of his crotch, inhaling his heady scent.

We didn’t really clarify what to do when he came. There’s been more than one time when a guy pulls out at the last second, wasting his load all over his belly. I’m afraid I’ll have to stop and tell him I swallow.

I feel his hands on the back of my head, pushing me down. He thrusts deeply, banging his sensitive head against the back of my mouth. I’m pleasantly surprised when he stops, hands weighing me down, gasping while he empties his load into me. I taste it, thick and sweet, and I stay there with his dick in my mouth for a moment before I get up and swallow.

“Short and sweet,” I tell him. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Yeah. Now I gotta go to work.”

Sex Drive

I’ve got my latte in hand at the Chapters book store, and I’m wondering why the fuck I still come here. Most of the books have vanished. In their place are gadgets, like this single salt shaker. Its delicate crystals sparkle under its own spotlight, as if it were haut couture and not simply $30 worth of pink salt.

I ignore it in protest, and head for the free magazines. I’ve been meaning to catch up on Harvard Business Review and the Economist so I can appear to be informed at work. I grab a thick stack of favourites and settle into the wicker chair.

I’ve barely gotten through my third article in Maxim (hot sex tips from college women) when my phone buzzes. It’s only been a half hour since I had my throat slammed, but I’ve forgotten to turn off grindr. I get ready to tell whoever it is to buzz off.

I know him. He is a rare treat and I change my mind when he offers to drive. It’s nice to be desired. Yes, I think some car fun would be exciting today.

When he pulls up in a blue SUV. I hop in. He grins at me, eyes sparkling with anticipation. His arm is draped over the steering wheel. The asian 23 year old’s straight black hair is thick and well groomed. He’s wearing a blue T-shirt and some tin grey jogging pants, somewhat rumpled. It looks like he threw on whatever he had on the floor.

The first time I sucked him, I’ll never forget the look on his face. It seemed like it was life changing for him. He later confided that he felt terrible because of his boyfriend, and he stayed good for a while. But inevitably, he would come back to me and I was happy to oblige. All told, we’ve been together eight times, and each time is perfect. He doesn’t take too long, shoots a good load, and he really appreciates it. I can see it in his face afterwards. He doesn’t need to say it. Oh, and don’t worry about the boyfriend. He’s gone now.

“Sweet car,” I tell him. My own car is too small for action. I could do a lot with a car like this.

I don’t know his name and I don’t want to tell him mine… or anything about me… which makes small talk difficult. I’m purely in this for thrills and spills.

“Where we go to?” he asks, in accented english.

“There’s a hotel up the street. I read that it’s being torn down soon up but has a huge parking lot.. We should check it out.”

We leave the Chapters lot and turn onto the street. I’m trying to remember how to get there. “I think you have to turn into the used car dealership to get to it. That’s fucked up, isn’t it? It was hard to find. I think that’s why it’s closing.” He doesn’t talk much, so I babble.

The hotel is a large building, but only three storeys high. It sits in the middle of a giant property. It had a swimming pool, corporate meeting rooms and until a few years ago, University Town’s best brunch buffet. Now the windows are covered in plastic and the front door is boarded up with spray painted pine.

We drive by a bulldozer. I quip, “Thank god, we’re not too late!” and he laughs. “Pull around the back,” I tell him. “There’s lots of space there, and it may be more private.”

The back of the building opens onto a grassy field, about a kilometer wide, and the only privacy offered is due to the sheer size of the emptiness. I squint in the bright afternoon sun, I can see into some office buildings in the distance.

He drives slowly to the corner of the lot and parks. He turns off the car and unbuckles his seat belt. It’s only then that notice that he’s already got his dick out. It’s brown and enticing, and I can’t wait to get my mouth around it. It pokes out of his jogging pants, which seem to be the official uniform for car fun. My mind flashes back to my first time, just over a year ago. It was eerily similar to this, and my tummy flutters.

He pushes his seat back and shimmies his pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing his thighs and a thick tuft of straight black pubes. I lay my hand on his abdomen, feeling the ridges between his hard muscles. My own cock shifts in my pants.

I lower my head and take him into my mouth, and true to form he gasps and bucks his hips up trying to get more into me. I torture him for a minute, barely touching it, just letting his tender penis get used to the host moistness of my mouth. He’s hard as hell.

“Somebody coming,” he says and jerks up, pulling down his shirt. I raise my head and I’m staring straight into the eyes of a fat brown guy wearing a turban and a dress shirt. Shit. How do I know him? Former coworker? Family acquaintance? He’s on a bike, and he swerves around the car and heads through the parking lot towards the street. FUCK! He stared straight at me and there’s only one thing I could’ve been doing. Looking for my contact lenses – in my friend’s crotch.

We’ve parked right in front of a bike trail. The car’s been off for a few minutes and it’s damn hot today. The air assaults my body, but neither of us wants to move the car. I can see there’s none else coming for now, and the damage is done, so I get back to my task.

Our skin is slick now and my cheek rubs easily against his thigh. It is satisfying to listen to his moans and gasps as he responds to every flick of my tongue. I’ve done it so many times with him that I know exactly how to bring him to the peak of ecstasy. A bead of sweat forms on my temples and drips onto his pants, creating a small dark dot.

I feel him shooting, deliciously and thick. When the spasms stop, I swallow it slowly and gently get the rest out as he moans and relaxes on the leather seat, stroking my hair.

“Thank you,” he says, pulling up his pants, and gives me a look that is every bit as good as the first time.