Highway driving gets boring. Long stretches of turnpike don't demand much concentration, so my mind always wanders to its favorite subject --- sex! In the summer, my wandering mind is aided by the view: single guys in sports cars and pickups, most driving shirtless, with one tanned arm out the window. I drive one-handed myself, but my free arm isn't out the window; my hand is gently rubbing my crotch as I fantasize.
Sometimes I catch a smile from a passing guy, but even if I follow him, it always turns out he takes the next exit. I look away from inviting glances at rest stops, even though I do get a hard-on while pissing as I read the writings on the wall. I've read too much about AIDS, so I tuck my enlarged cock back in my pants and drive on.
Not long ago, though, cruising along with hand and mind as usual in my crotch, I was feeling so charged up I had to stop caressing my cock for fear I'd come in my pants. Deciding to jack off in the bushes for relief, I moved into the slow lave in search of a likely spot. I had to slow down suddenly for a fancy painted van ahead of me, pooping along at about 50.
Right away I noticed its oversized rear-view mirrors, whish gave me a good view of the dude driving. The light from his sunroof shone down on his blond hair, above a handsome, tanned face. I hung in behind him. He looked in his mirror, locked eyes with me, and gave me a wide smile. I smiled back, heartbeat quickening. My sunroof undoubtedly was lighting me up enough to give him a good view too, letting him see my tanned shoulders in my tank top. It looked as though he was driving shirtless, one muscular arm out of window. My tight shorts got tighter as I watched him raise his arm to toy with the rear view mirror, knowing he didn't really need to adjust it.
Watching his muscles flex, I admiringly wondered, is he showing off to interest me? Then my brain said, don't get excited buddy. He'll probably turn off at the next exit. As I watched, he dropped his brown arm down from the window and began a slow, rhythmic beat on his door panel. Beat…beat…beat off, I thought, with this dude beside me in the bushes, doing the same? I wish his hand were beating my cock. You don't get aids beating off. Aw, for cripe's sake, get real, stop fantasizing. Everything you see means sex, sex, sex. Try keeping your mind on driving.
I was still following the van closely. When he rested his arm on the open window again, I could se him looking hard at me in his mirror, and he seemed to give me a big wink. My lust was building up to such a level I figured, well, it wouldn't hurt to get a better look, so I pulled out as if to pass. Pulling up parallel with him, I looked straight across. He was good looking and was driving shirtless. He returned my appraisal, smiling warmly and flicking his tongue over his lips invitingly. Grabbing the top of his van window, he slid his hand back and forth suggestively.
Suddenly the car behind me honked, and I realized I was blocking anyone who wanted to pass. Goosing the gas, I slipped ahead of the van and pulled into his lace again. He caught right up to me and held position, close to my tailpipe. O.K. pal, I'll play your game, I thought and, mimicking him, hung my bare arm out the window fingers curled around an imaginary cock, and beat rhythmically on my door panel.
Instantly he got the message, and in my rear view mirror I saw his arm snake out his window, hand in the same cock-holding position, matching my rhythm meat for beat. It was almost as if we were beating off together. I nearly creamed my shorts.
Then he waved, and I could see him pick up his CB mike as he gestured toward me, "let's talk." Since I don't have a CB, I risked taking both hands off the wheel for a moment to give an exaggerated shrug accompanied by a negative shake of my head. He caught the message, dropped hi CB mike, and pulled out abreast of me. Looking over with a wide rein, licking his lips most suggestively, he raised his eyebrows to signal, "You wanna?" and gestured "Follow me." Then he took off down the highway like a big assed bird.
Yeah, I thought, as I followed him recklessly, I do wanna. I do wanna have you suck my cock, I do wanna suck yours; but get smart! Casual sex just ain't no more! AIDS put a stop to that. Either we'll just have a mutual jerk-off or nothing.
My usual package of condoms was not in my glove compartment, and unless he was prepared… I might take a few risks speeding, but I take no risks with AIDS.
I followed the speeding van down the highway till I spotted a rest stop sign. So, that was where he was heading. I followed as he slowed to enter. He headed around the crowded restaurant and gas station to the more quiet back of the lot with me trailing after him. *I pulled in beside him just as he was easing his beautiful, long, well-muscled, golden haired legs out on the passenger side of his van. I got a quick flash of a bulging crotch in his brief, cut down jeans. As I tramped down on the parking brake, I took a longer look. He was worth it.
Naked to the waist, my turnpike turn-on leaned against the side of his van, revealing a torso I longed to get my hands on: firm-looking pecs, nipples enticingly erect, golden chest hair, and a flat stomach with a tantalizing line of hair leading down toward the prize I wanted. He raised one arm to stroke his hair back, showing off a great bulge of muscle. His other hand rubbed his crotch.
We locked eyes as I slowly stepped down from my van, letting him get a good look at the body I was proud of and my own bulging crotch, I knew from the mirror in the gym where I work out that my revealingly cut tank top fit tight and looked good. We stood there a moment, drinking each other in, eyeing each other like a couple of hungry tigers. My voice was a little uneven as I spoke while gesturing toward his gaily-painted van.
"Nice-looking rig you've got there."
"Yours looks pretty good too," he replied in a low voice, eyes riveted not on my van but on my crotch. "My name's Jed," and he stuck out a friendly hand.
Putting my hand forward, I found it wrapped in a firm, larger hand that was gently tugging me toward him, as I blurted, "Hi, I'm Tom."
"Wanna see what it's like inside?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes and continuing to pull me toward him.
"Yeah, Jed, I'd like that," I said, knees weak, breathing irregular. He had pulled me so close to him now we were almost touching, and as he released my hand, his hand brushed across my bulging crotch.
He turned quickly and slid back his van's side door, gesturing me in and stepping in behind me. I heard a click and realized there was headroom to stand. The door slid shut behind me, but light filtered down from above. The windowless van had a pop-top, and a soft glow came from the canvas around it.
I didn't have time to look around, though. Strong hands on my shoulders turned me to face Jed, his hand behind my head pulling my face to him as his full, sensual mouth met my lips in a long, ardent kiss. Hands eagerly explored bodies. Mine thrilled to the muscles of his strong back. His pulled my tank top up from my pants, then slid up underneath it to knuckle my armpits.
His sword-like tongue thrust into my mouth to play with my willing tongue then his mouth went soft and slack as he gently chewed on my lower lip. This guy was a bundle of sensuality! Momentarily pulling away, he slipped my tank top over my head, baring my chest to his bare chest, and we swayed back and forth as out chest heir tantalizingly tickled each other's nipples.
Rapidly, our hands tugged each other's shorts off. Jed put his muscular right arm around my neck, holding me in a firm embrace as he pushed me back with his left hand and slowly lowered me to the floor. He licked down my throat to my chest; where he flicked his tongue rapidly over each of my sensitive, throbbing, erect nipples.
I lay on the deep, luxurious carpeting. Jed licked and kissed his way down my chest to my stomach. As I lay back, enjoying the treatment, I noticed for the first time that not just floor but the walls and even the roof were covered in the softest, most luxurious carpeting.
Suddenly I saw movement above me. Was there someone else in here? Was Jed's luring me here some kind of a trap? Fear grabbed at my mid-section, but almost instantaneously I realized the inside of the pop-top was liberally decorated with mirrors. What I was seeing was two beautiful nude male bodies, writhing together in sexual play --- Jed and me. What a turn-on!
With several mirrors, I had a choice of views. They had been tilted at slightly different angles to give multiple views of what was going on below. Wow, talk about a perfect cocksucker's van! This certainly wasn't the first time Jed had invited a companion into his haven of homosexual happiness.
Busily sucking and licking his way down my willing body, Jed, I realized with a flash of awareness, was headed for my throbbing, tautly rigid, eager cock. The very real danger made my cock go limp as I struggled to sit up, protesting "No, Jed, no. I'm afraid of AIDS. Don't … please." I wanted him to suck me into oblivion. Oh how I wanted him to wrap his lips around my cock. But, thank god, my common sense pushed my desires aside.
"Relax, Tommy baby, relax," Jed said, sitting back on his haunches as he gave me a sweet smile. "You don't think I'd be stupid enough to take chances, do you? I enjoy life too much." As he said this, he reached over to a small set of drawers built into the side of the van and took out a condom. Zipping the package open, he waved it in my face. Bending his head down again, he pushed my legs apart and positioned his head between them. He rubbed against my inner thigh, my balls, and my now-reviving cock, which began to sit up and take notice. Sitting back on his knees again, Jed murmured lovingly to me as he took hold of my cock with his hand, condom ready.
"Just relax and enjoy it, Tommy. Don't think of it as a necessary evil; think of it as part of the fun. Cocks are such a wonderful thing and bring us so my much pure joy," he said as his expert hands massaged my pulsating cock and played with my aching balls gently. This man was a master masturbator with an electric touch.
"Oh, Jeez, Jed," I moaned with pleasure. "Take it easy or I'll shot off all over you."
"Well, there's no harm in that if you're feeling near the edge, lover," he said. "Give me a little fun too." With that, he put the condom aside, sat up close to me, and wrapped his legs around me so we were positioned cock to cock and balls to balls. I got my first good look at his equipment, which was impressive. Long, tall, hard, and bigger around than mine, it pressed against my own upright cock as my heart pounded. Jed guided my hand to his cock, and I enfolded it lovingly, thrilling to its firmness as I moved my hand slowly up and down the shaft. I watched its large purple head swell and pulsate in the dim light from above as pre-cum oozed freely from its winking slit. Jed's practiced hand matched the rhythm of my stroke as he reached over with his other hand to rub his palm over his nipples. Wanting to prolong the exciting pleasure as long as possible, we jerked each other's cock slowly at first. His palm rotated over first on of my nipples and then the other, rubbing my chest hair against them, and increasing my pleasure. I did the same for him. As our passion rose higher and our hands on our cocks began to move faster, we thumb rubbed each other's nipples, pinching them.
"Jed, I can't hold back much longer," I gasped as my breath came harder and faster. "Oh God, Jed…It feels so good I'd like to go on all day, but I'm going to shoot."
"Let's go to town, baby," Jed answered between panting breaths, "I'm right with you and ready to go."
Our hands moved faster in unison. We pinched hard at each other's nipples. Grinding our hips upward together as we tightened the muscles of our buns, together we moaned, "Oooh…ooh…baby.
Here it c o m e s …y e a h …oh, yeah…oooooh."
And we temporarily lost our senses as everything exploded together, as our cum shot up between our bodies, splashing up over our chests, our stomachs, falling back on our pumping hands, and legs. My ecstasy increased tenfold as I watched Jed's big cock spurt, feeling it in my hand, as his hand massaged spurt after spurt from my won rigid cock. Together we pumped and moaned in unison, then more slowly, until the last drops dribbled out and our pulsating passion slowed to a halt. We fell back on the soft carpet, moving around to silently hug each other and kiss tenderly while mopping up with a towel he produced.
"Baby, that was some trip," Jed murmured in my ear as he licked it softly. "Let's relax for a bit," and he lay back beside me. Looking up I could see the multiple reflections of two well-sculptured naked male bodies lying spread-eagled beside each other, smiling with satisfaction.
"How long do you think we can stay here, Jed?" I asked. "Is it safe?"
"Tommy, boy, will you stop worrying about everything? Let ole Jed teach you a trick or two. No one can see inside this van of mine. As far as it looks outside we're just parked here while we're inside having a bite," and he nibbled at my earlobe, "in the restaurant."
"O.K., O.K., I see what you mean, but speaking of eating-I'm getting hungry," I answered.
"You mean for food?" Jed asked with a wicked grin as he stroked my cock, which began to respond.
"Yeah, that to. A little food might help me to come back even better," I grinned back.
"O.K. let daddy take over," Jed said. "Pull some clothes on. We'll go in and get a bite to eat and, since this van does sometimes attract attention, I'll drive about 10 miles down the pike to another stop there, which is just as busy; you can follow, and we'll play the game all over again. O.K.?"
"Great idea, but when I go into the john to piss, which I need to do, for God's sake don't follow me. With you standing beside me I'd get a hard-on instantly and couldn't piss!"
Jed laughed, and we followed his game plan. I deliberately took a bit longer getting going than he did but soon caught up to him again, and we pretended we didn't know each other. This time it was even more fun, because not only did his signals back and forth make me hotter than ever, but I also knew the pleasures awaiting me inside that cock-wagon of his.
Hot as a pistol, I followed him into this new parking lot and again we parked in back where it wasn't as crowded. He even slid out of his van, long golden legs enticing as ever, and I played my part in the "Hi there" routine. Once inside it didn't take us long to strip and get horizontal on that soft, seductive rug again.
This time I noticed Jed's quietly humming air conditioner, which had kept it so comfortable the first time. Some sexy kisses and nipple nuzzling soon had us both ready all over again. Jed tickled my crotch with his curly blond hair, a sensation I loved, my inner thighs and scrotum finding this tantalization a real turn-on. Then as before, Jed reached into that little set of drawers and came out with the condom we hadn't used before.
"This, " he said slyly, "I call the ceremony of the Cock and Condom."
As we sat facing each other, legs entwined, he began tickling and stroking my ready cock as he had before. His master touch soon had it hard as a hoe handle but a hell of a lot more sensitive. Slithering his fingers up my shaft, he played around the edge of my glands, twisting it gently until the pre-cum started to flow.
Deftly he capped my cock with the condom, slowly unrolling the thing down the full length of my cock so sensuously that I had to warn him again, as this time I wanted more than a jerk-off. He bowed forward, slipped his lips over my cock, took it deep in his throat, and pulled up again with on long, deliciously sexy suck, then leaning back to the drawer of delights again, he ceremoniously handed me a condom packet, saying, "if you would please return the favor, Sir Cock sucker, we can get it on."
Eagerly I ripped the package open and, holding his gorgeously upright, throbbing tool in my hand, I stroked up to its head, as he had done, coaxed out a few drops of pre-cum, and unrolled the tin latex down to the base of his cock as sensuously as I could. He groaned in appreciation.
"Now, Tommy boy, hang on for the longest joy ride you can." With this he whipped his legs back under him and lay flat on his stomach. His hands slithering up and down the sensitive inner side of my thighs, he spread my legs wide and slid his eager mouth over my condom-covered cock. I sure enjoyed lying there letting him do what I had longed to have him do before. Licking my cockhead round and round with his strong tongue; he slipped his firm lips over it, up and down a few times. Then sucking it deep into his throat, he went all the way to its base then up again.
"Oh, Jed," I moaned. "It feels so good. Can I play too?" I massaged his head and shoulders. Leaving my cock for a moment, he licked my balls, sucking gently on each tender gonad; then his active tongue licked up my stomach, paused to tickle my navel, and came up to my chest and nipples, where he alternately licked and sucked as his fists rolled back and forth in the hairy cave of my armpits.
I really loved this guy's superb talents! Taking hold of his shoulders, I pushed him aside and rolled over on top. Starting with sensual kisses, I licked my way to the base of his sturdy neck, lingering to tongue-tickle that delicious hollow and taste the sweat now glistening there. This guy was really clean, but his skin had moistened with his sweet-smelling fresh perspiration, and was scented by the aftershave on his throat. Lifting one of his arms, I invaded the hollow of his armpit to inhale the musky odor of his clean man sweat, a scent that was always a turn on for me. Jed's sweat smell was like an aphrodisiac; I could wait no longer. Quickly I tongued my way down past his navel, over the taut muscles of his stomach.
As I plunged through his thick, light brown pubic hair my mouth seized the prize of his large, hard cock. I gave the condom-hooded erection the firm mouthing and sucking my experience had taught me to do well. Jed sighed and moaned in appreciation as with on thought in mind, we both turned our bodies into a comfortable, side-by-side 69 position. Caressing each other wildly, we squeezed each other's buns, fingered each other's asshole, and stroked each other's balls as we began to suck in earnest. At first we licked each other's lollypop languorously, leisurely, lasciviously; then as the heat began to rise from our loins, we went faster and faster.
I lost all track of time and place. My world consisted only of my bobbing head and the sensual joy of Jed's swollen cock sliding in and out of my throat as I surrounded it firmly with my loving lips. Each thrust of mine was matched by his return thrust, and somewhere seemingly miles away I could feel him doing his best to suck my entire body into his mouth as he gobbled me furiously.
Together we rocketed to deep space again, only this time the sensations were more intense than ever. As I felt myself approaching the point of no return, Jed's big cock began to pulse in my mouth, and he moaned, I knew he was starting to cum.
We thrust and bobbed at each other faster and harder, in unison, and the stars exploded around us. I floated up, up in space, my whole body one huge convulsive orgasm, intensely and repeatedly throbbing as my jism filled the condom covering my cock deep down Jed's throat. At the same time, I could feel his swollen cock pouring its load into his condom in my eager throat.
Slowly, moving gently, we came back down to earth. Jed spoke first. As he spun around to kiss me and run his fingers through my hair, he said, "I dub thee Tom the Terrific, but," and he giggled, "you'll have to wait for my sword to whack you on the shoulder. It seems to have gone limp."
Maybe it wasn't that funny a joke, but it hit me as hilarious at the time. We rolled around laughing in each other's arms for a few moments, then carefully we removed each other's condom wrapping them both in tissues, which Jed, of course had in his drawer of delights.
That drawer, by the way contains many other things: oils, creams, lubricants, and electronic toys. Jed and I have tried them all in the months since that first meeting. We exchanged phone numbers but have never inquired about where each other live. Whenever we can we make a date to be driving down the turnpike at the same time. We always pretend we're picking each other up all over again. It adds to the spice of life. I get hot just thinking about it.
We haven't made any commitments to each other. Jed has painted his van in less obvious colors so we're not as noticeable in parking areas, and we still play the Ceremony of the Cock and Condom to be safe. I'm really beginning to love this guy. Maybe some day it will lead to something more permanent, but right now we're both enjoying our Highway Hots.