Having physically bonded in his shower not too long ago, we decided to not overthink our friendship, to just do what we feel, when we feel it, if we feel it, with no pressure from either side – obviously easier said than done, but still better than not trying.
At the same time, we also agreed to just keep it between us for now, being unsure exactly what to call our situation, or willing to give it a term for others to use.
Studies were taking up most of our time, so having a short winter break couldn’t come sooner. A bunch of us decided to travel down to the coast, to where Andi’s parents had a holiday house, so we could go and relax for a few days.
* * * *
Being the most teetotaling of a bad bunch, Sasha offers to drive me, Andi and Ria down, while Steve, Dina and Lize would travel down in another car with George. We travel down in convoy, making petrol stops in the middle of nowhere and eating in deserted eateries, joking and taking photos. After a long day of travel, we finally arrive at the coast in the late afternoon, exhausted and stiff after sitting down for most of the day.
As Andi takes the main bedroom, and the others quickly mop up the leftovers, I end up getting the small loft space above the living room. It is small and has a low ceiling, but it’s comfy and private, so I don’t mind too much.
Days are spent walking on the cold, windy beach – searching out interesting shells, scaring unsuspecting crabs and puffed up seagulls, and smoking a spliff or two. Evenings we take turns in pairs, cooking big meals for everyone, drinking wine and playing card or board games.
The neutral ground combined with THC and alcohol consumption, makes everyone open up and talk about things they wouldn’t normally, and so we unveil some hilarious gems that would otherwise be best left hidden und undiscovered. These are cause for much laughter, awkward silences and suppressed giggles. And of course, thing we would rather not know.
We learn that Sasha’s mum doesn’t know how to tune a digital radio, and that on more than one occasion she came home to find her casually listening to loud static noise, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
We learn that Ria lost her virginity to a much older woman when we were still at school, and that the first time she got drunk at the tender age of 14, she ended up pissing on the floor next to a stranger’s toilet at a disastrous dinner party gone wrong.
We learn that Steve got caught trying to steal condoms from a pharmacy when he was fifteen, and that his parents got called in, together with the police, and that he got grounded for a month after that, also receiving an hour long unbearable facts-of-life talk from his oblivious dad.
We learn that Dina has a very “accommodating” vagina, that even her first boyfriend Jack’s huge nine-and-a-half incher didn’t faze much. She was visibly annoyed that everyone found the revelation of Jack’s dick size way more interesting than the original story of her elastic pussy.
Cringingly we learn that Lize has a very dry vagina, and that she has difficulty welcoming any penis, finger or foreign object, as silently everyone collectively deciphered her forever-puzzling single status for the last couple of years. Dina then suggested she just take it up the arse to a rather offended Lize. It was definitely difficult to keep a straight face after that one, with lots of sipping from wine glasses, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
We learn that George had an affair with his mother’s boyfriend when he was 16. Somehow this revelation didn’t really surprise us much, George being openly gay and even more openly promiscuous from a young age. He would suck on anything with a pulse, and he has. If he was hotter, that might have even been an asset, but alas…
Andi cleverly doesn’t give much away, only revealing that one of his first girlfriends had a very bizarre way of experiencing an orgasm, going completely stiff and rigid, clamping his dick painfully, making him feel like he was fucking a corpse.
I confess that my cousin and I, who are the same age as me, used to eagerly wank each other off in my bedroom at family gatherings when we were younger. That happened fairly frequently, until I started to physically cum when he still had dry orgasms, and he wasn’t so keen on our game anymore after that.
* * * *
On the last night we all go out to a local bar. Being out of season, the place is quiet with only a few other tables occupied, and a scattering of odd barflies hanging around. We order wine and seafood, indulging in a raucous last night meal out, partly as a celebration, but also that we have less to clean up and wash-up early the next morning before travelling back.
After drunkenly walking home laughing and chatting, we get home around midnight, with the drivers going straight to bed, the rest of us sitting outside till much later, enjoying a smoke and a small nightcap. Eventually around 4am, everyone is in bed and the house is calm and quiet.
* * * *
Just before 6am, I wake up from my phone vibrating quietly next to my head on the side table. I pick it up, the blue-ish glow illuminating my scrunched up face, as I try and read a short message on the screen.
“Are you awake?”
“Yeah – why?” I type, replying to Andi’s text.
Seconds later my phones softly buzzes again.
“You also horny?”
“Yeah,” I type. “Do you wanna play?”
“Fuck yeah – come down.”
As carefully as possible, I get up, my cock also suddenly awake. I scramble around for a pair of boxers, manoeuvring my growing meat inside – just in case someone is up. I tiptoe down the wooden stairs, trying to avoid creaks going down, my boxers bouncing like a tent rolling down a hill. At the bottom of the stairs, my bare feet stick to the cold tiled floor, as I stealthily walk across the empty dark living space towards the main bedroom door on the other side that is standing slightly ajar.
Once inside, I hear Andi’s voice. “Lock the door,” he whispers.
I turn around to see him in the half-light, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, slowly stroking his cock. I pull down my shorts, my thick dick bouncing out, lifting up as I feel my foreskin rolling back over my swelling cock head.
With a flick of his head, he smilingly gestures for me to come and join him, as I start to walk over, now also slowly pumping my hard prick with my hand. I lie down next to him, and I feel the heat emanating of his glowing body, his thighs hotly touching mine.
“I’m glad you were up… I’m so fuckin’ horny,” he whispers, his eyes lustfully locked with mine.
“I wasn’t” I softly laugh, “but I am now…”
As we lie next to each other, leisurely stroking our hard cocks, I start smelling our musky arousal in the air. I lift up my leg and drape it over his, my thigh heavily pressing down on top of his, his big balls brushing against it as he jiggles his foreskin up and down along his rock hard shaft.
“Argh,” I softly moan in the dark, “I love the feel of your nuts against my skin…”
“Yeah?” he asks quietly, his breaths already short. “I haven’t cum for almost a week. They are so full and heavy at the mo…” he whispers back.
I release my dick for a second, bringing my hand over to cup them. “Urgh yeah,” I quietly grunt, “nice and loaded,” gently squeezing them in my palm. I get up onto my knees, and lean down with my head, as Andi instinctively lifts up his knees and open his legs wider, giving me access.
I suck one heavy testicle into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue, gently sucking it, still stroking my meat. “Aargh yeah, argh,” he moans softly. With a soft, wet “pop” I release it from my mouth, before inhaling the other. Andi starts jerking his rod more eagerly, as I wetly massage his bulging sperm bank, running my tongue around it.
“Try to fit them both in at the same time…” he suggests softly through bated breath, looking down expectantly at me with.
I take his other low hanger in my hand pulling it closer to my mouth. I open as wide as I can and start carefully pushing it into the small gap, at the same time sucking in forcefully. After a few seconds, it pops in, completely filling all available space inside. “Aaargh…” he moans, as I feel like I overstuffed my mouth with marsh mellows, breathing noisily through my nose the only possible way of getting oxygen.
Pulling my head backwards, I gently tug on his smooth sack, as I look down my nose, seeing the skin stretch narrowly up to his rigid cock. I can start feeling myself gagging, but I keep sucking on them, caressing the soft skin with my eager tongue. Eventually I let them slip out of my mouth with a sloppy, wet sound, saliva dripping down my chin.
“That was hot…” he softly giggles, as I wipe my mouth, transferring the spit to my cock, starting to moistly polish my knob.
“Yeah, felt good. Do you wanna…”
“Knock-knock! Time to get up!” comes a voice through the door.
“Fuck…” Andi swears quietly, annoyance written across his face, before eventually answering in a sleepy voice, “What time is it?”
“6:30,” Sasha replies, “Come on, we have to get packed and tidied up – I wanna leave at 7…”
“Jesus…” I whisper, still clenching my cock.
“Why is the door locked?” comes another reply from outside.
“Because… I sleep naked…” he answers, shrugging his shoulders, and looking at me questioningly. “Can you get some coffee on, please Sash?”
“OK then…”
“Before you wake the others…” he adds, last second, gesturing at me with his eyes to get ready to make a dash.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” she mutters, as I hear her disappearing into the kitchen, Andi mouthing the word “sorry” to me.
Pulling on my boxers, and unsuccessfully trying to clamp my moist semi in the waistband, I carefully open the door, peek outside, before silently traversing the living room like a competitive walker, then sailing up the stairs.
* * * *
After tiding up and packing our stuff, Andi locks up and we wave goodbye to the house from the two cars, as we hit the road back up north. In ours, Ria is sitting up front in the passenger seat next to Sasha, with me and Andi lying opposite each other, half leaning against the doors on the back seat.
Sasha has put her headphones on, listening to music or something, to allow the rest of us to get some shuteye, as the sun is only starting to rise by the time we hit the highway proper. Ria is already fast asleep in the front, as I pull the blanket up over my knees and close my eyes as well.
I wake up from something softly pushing against my package, carefully making me firmer in the dark. I look over at Andi, who opens his eyes, looking back at me mischievously, quickly flipping his eyebrows up and down, before closing his eyes again, as I feel his foot continue to rub against my swelling bulge.
Slowly, carefully I move my foot over towards him as well, pausing when I feel a warm, soft mass. He takes my foot in his hands, and quietly pulls of my sock underneath the cover of the blanket we share. When he lowers my foot again, I feel he has already got his cock and balls out, as I warmly come to rest on it, skin against skin.
I carefully repeat the process at my end, first removing his sock, then quietly unzipping my fly and pulling my junk out. We sit like this for a while, rubbing each other to a state of complete hardness, pretending to sleep; like ducks on the water, calm and serene above the surface, feet moistly working underneath.
Trying not to moan or grunt is hard, as we stroke and use our feet to frot, our unsuspecting friends sitting less than a meter away. It feels naughty and very erotic. Eventually we are both oozing pre-cum, our failed attempt to unload earlier in the morning in his bedroom contributing to the level of unbridled horniness we are now experiencing in the backseat of Sasha’s car.
Aching for more, I tap Andi with my foot. He opens his eyes, looking over at me, his eyes drunk with lust. With my eyes, I gesture for him to come closer, as I wanna feel his warmth in my palm, and personally pump the cum out of him with my hand.
Deserving an Oscar, he conspicuously stretches and yawns, before carefully turning around and shuffling over to me, pulling the blanket with him, before snuggling against me legs and “falling asleep” again. I notice Sasha look in her rear view mirror, then smile approvingly, before her concentration returns to the road again.
I feel Andi’s heartbeat reverberate against my leg, as I carefully snake my arm past his side, creeping along his warm skin around his waist, towards his radiating rigid rod, hidden by the blanket draping over his raised knee.
As soon as I clamp my sticky fingers around his hot meat, I feel the movements of his breathing escalate. Tightly gripping it at first, I squeeze it, feeling his harness as he flexes his groin muscles, making his hot cock twitch, squirming in my firm grip.
I see him wriggle a little then “get comfortable again”, as I feel his arm, sliding backwards towards my moist, pre-cum seeping cock behind him. Somehow he manages to get hold of it, simply clamping it as I subtly start to push in and out of his fist. I struggle to suppress a soft moan into his ear.
Being so restricted with movements, also pro-longs the whole process, extending the stimulation and heightening the sensations, as we lie against each other in the backseat, eyes closed, secretly working up to bursting point underneath a woolly felt blanket, our two fully-grown caterpillars painfully-slowly working up to metamorphosing into jizz-splattering butterflies.
I feel his pre-cum starting to run over my fingers, as I keep stroking at a sadistically slow pace, my own sap also lubricating his fist.
Eventually feeling my creamy prize creeping closer, I place his dirty sock on top of his hand. He lets go long enough for me to clumsily pull it onto my cock like a moist, fluffy condom, before he closes his fingers around it again, sealing it. Following my lead, I also soon feel my sock touching my hand. I pull it over his curving dick, and continue stoking him inside my knitted sheath.
Feeling my jizz coming, I rapidly pump into his clenched hand with shallow movements, more of a vibrating action than actual thrusts, but it seems to do the job. Trying my best to keep my face composed, my mouth opens slightly, my eyes scrunching up, as I release my wet dream into his sock with heavy thick squirts, the top of the sock collapsing wetly onto his hand under the top heavy weight of fresh spunk embedding the fabric.
By the time I open my eyes again, I see Andi is about to have his happy ending too, his eyes moving rapidly under his eyelids, his mouth also slightly agape, his whole body trembling, as I knock seven shades of shit out of his woolly hatted meat, with firm, quick, shallow strokes.
I feel his cock throb slightly inside my palm, as his cream forces through his shaft, shooting violently into my sock, the wet fabric eventually also wetly collapsing stickily onto my hand. We lie like this, still moistly holding each other’s cocks out of view, breathing heavily, looking like we are simultaneously having an intense dream.
We must have actually fallen asleep like this in the end, for by the time I open my eyes again, the sun sits high in the sky, and Sasha and Ria are having a lively conversation in the front, two-thirds of the way already behind us.
We pull into the next gas station, to fill up, stretch our legs and use the restrooms. Andi and I sleepily walk over to the men’s, hiding our spunk-stained hands in our pockets. Standing next to each other at the urinal, we chuckle as we both see the other also having a viper-piss, our slits still stuck together with dried cum.
“That was fuckin’ intense…” Andy muses, shaking off the last drops of piss.
“No shit,” I smile, also shaking my sausage dry.
“Do you think they noticed anything,” he asks as we exit.
“Nah,” I answer. “I’m pretty sure it’s still our little dirty secret,” I say, as our eyes meet and we laughingly walk over to the car again.
* * * *
Back in the city, class eventually started again, and for everybody spare time suddenly became a luxury once more.
One Wednesday afternoon Andi calls me, asking if I would like to join him for a drink, as he is desperate to get out of the house and concentrate on a beer, rather than on his course work, for just a few hours. I laughingly agree, asking him to pick me up.
When he still hasn’t arrived in nearly three-quarters of an hour, I give him a call. Turns out he is having issues with is car, as he can’t get it started, swearingly trying to tell me an abbreviated version of his auto-related crisis.
Having to abort our drinks plans to deal with this instead, he promises to call me when he knows what’s going on. A few hours later he sends me a text:
“Car is dead, something to do with the starter apparently. It needs to go in to the garage tomorrow morning early. Said they’ll provide a temporary car for me while it is getting fixed. Maybe go for a drink tomorrow night – will let you know.”
I feel a slight tinge of disappointment as I close his message, and grudgingly return to my work, having actually looked forward to seeing him again, and enjoying a beverage or two, maybe even rustle up one of our hot, salty-sweet homemade cocktails after. It always feels better to get rid of pent-up energy with a helping hand.
* * * *
The next evening, Andi comes to pick me up, this time actually arriving on time, in a rather fancy large SUV-type thing, all shiny black with dark tinted windows.
“What’s all this then?” I ask, as he pulls up and lowers the window, finally revealing his smiling face.
“Courtesy of the garage,” he laughs.
“Wow, wasn’t quite expecting something like this…” I mumble.
“Me neither,” he smiles, “but I’m not complaining!”
I get in on the passenger side, and we pull away smoothly, quietly gliding towards Slo-Mo’s for a couple of drink. The interior is all clean and minimalist, recessed buttons, organic flowing line and moulded shapes, the exact opposite of our old boxy student-type cars.
“Look at the gear shift,” I gasp, “even that is sleek and sexy…”
“Uh-huh,” he replies, wrapping his fingers around it.
“Actually, this gearstick couldn’t be more phallic if it tried!” I laugh, as I watch Andy’s hand jokingly jerk it off. “My point exactly,” I add.
As suspected, a couple of drink turns into a half-dozen of drink, as we merrily sit chatting and laughing, smoking cigarettes and secretly checking out hot-hetero’s walking past. By the time we get back into his temporary spaceship, we are both hot and horny, innuendos flying back and forth as we start our journey home.
“You’re right,” he laughs, “this gearstick is really cock-like, isn’t it?”
“It is. Look, it’s even got that ridge where the head is, and the aerodynamic button looks a bit like a helmet poking out of foreskin…”
“Oh yeah… It does!” he laughs. “And it’s fuckin hard as steel,” he jokes, grabbing the shaft and shaking it, pulling his lips into a lascivious pout.
“Yeah,” I laugh. ‘If you get horny and you are all alone, you can always just fuck yourself on the gearshift – it has the right angle for that too!” He laughs, as we drive on, his hand still curled sensually around the handle.
“Have you ever done anything like that?” he asks me, suddenly seemingly aroused.
“No, not personally…” I reply. “But I can imagine. I bet it looks pretty damn hot,” I add, also feeling my juices bubbling up.
“Yeah, but you would probably need to put a condom over it or something…” he adds, running his fingers over the seems and hard edges. I follow his fingers as the trace the curves and lines, hearing us both breathing harder, feeling my pulse increasing.
“I still have an old condom in my wallet,” I say after a while, “if you wanna try it…” I say it jokingly, but obvious to both of us, I’m clearly not joking.
“Yeah?” he replies, “Would that turn you on, seeing me fuck myself with the gearstick?” he asks, looking at me with that familiar look of lust in his eyes.
“Fuck yeah…” I softly answer, feeling my cock swelling with blood, the idea being extremely erotic. “Would you actually do it?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I could try…” he answers, adjusting his growing cock upright in his underwear. “Shall we?” he asks, as we look at each other like two naughty schoolboys who’ve just discovered something they shouldn’t have.
“Fuck, I’m so horny right now,” I gasp, as I pull my massively hard cock out, Andi’s eyes lighting up at the sight of it. “You too?” I ask, looking over at him, as he eagerly nods, his eyes glued to my thick, throbbing meat.
“Where should we go?” he asks urgently.
“Um, lemme think quickly…” I reply, as he carries on driving into the night. “Ah! I know,” I say after a while. “Take the next right, and then the next left after that. There are some old shops with a lowered delivery area at the back, that is quite hidden away and dark, if I remember correctly. They receive their deliveries early and close shop by 17:00, so we should be alright…”
With me stroking our hard cocks, he drives towards the complex, placing his hand over mine as we wait by the traffic lights, jointly stimulating his throbbing dick. As we arrive, he carefully drives around the back to the delivery area. It is pitch black once we switch off the lights, the black car completely disappearing into the night, as the smell of lusty cock fills the warm interior.
“I’m sure these seats can fold completely flat,” he muses, fiddling with levers under his seat. A few seconds later, his backrest silently glides down, creating a long flat bed next to mine. “Viola!” he laughs, “Do yours as well.”
Mine too gracefully bows down, the gearstick suddenly the only high prominent feature in the narrow gap between the two flat seats, not looking unlike a hard dick standing proud.
“Can you quickly check from outside if you can see through the windows if the interior light is on?” I ask him. “I wanna be able to see your asshole eat that robot-dick,” I say hornily.
He leans out. “Completely black,” he grins, shutting the door again.
The next thing I know we are both completely naked, urgently stroking each other’s cocks and breathing loudly, seeing his heavy balls jiggle back and forth.
“Do you need me to warm you up a little before?” I breathe into his neck. “Good idea…” he whispers back, getting on to all fours, and raising his tight little ass up to my face. I spread open his cheeks, spitting onto his backdoor, before sensually rubbing and messaging his hungry hole with my thumb.
“Argh yeah, argh, oooh…”
Next my tongue tastes his sweaty crack, moistly wiggling up and down, before pushing inside.
“Urgh, argh, argh, uurgh…”
I start pushing in with my thumb, gently fucking his clenching starfish with my finger until I feel him loosening up.
“Argh fuck, argh, ooh… ooh… argh…”
I slap his ass cheek, my clammy hand sticking slightly to his firm butt meat. “OK, I think you are greased and ready to move up a gear,” I laugh.
“Jesus,” he laughs, “that was a bad pun!” We both chuckle for a few seconds, but our attention quickly returns to the gearshift, as I start unrolling the condom over it. My heavy meat is standing rock hard between my sweaty thighs, completely turned on by the fact that my best friend is willing to fuck a gearstick for my visual enjoyment.
As I sit on the back seat stroking, he straddles the narrow gap containing the gears, a knee and foot resting on each seat, on either side. He shuffles forwards, placing his hands on the dashboard, positioning his clenching hole in front of the gearshift, leaning back slowly until it presses against it. I sit watching from behind, hypnotised, stroking my moist meat, as he breathes out and slowly, carefully starts sitting back down, the bulbous top part sinking gradually into him. “Ooof… urgh… ok… argh…”
He pulls his cheeks apart, giving me a better view, as I see his hungry hole laboriously stretch over the widest part, starting to eat the handle, sucking it deeper into him. I start stroking my cock faster, gripping it tighter, watching the gearstick gently disappear up his amazing asshole.
“Aah…ok… that penetrated me easier than I thought…” he says, breathing hard, looking at me over his shoulder, his eyes bright and randy. Once he gets comfortable with his position, he casually starts rocking back and forth, as I see the gearstick getting longer, then shorter, longer, then shorter again, pulling out of his elastic hole, then pushing in once again.
My cock starts making wet slapping noises from all the pre-cum drooling out, watching Andi impaling and now fucking himself on the rented SUV gearstick, his muscular thighs working hard, heavy pendulous balls knocking against the metal rod below, his hands pulling open his cheeks, giving me a front row view, making me ooze.
“Fuck this is so hot…” I whisper, licking my lips. “Yeah? You like that?” he asks, smiling at me over his other shoulder. “I’m so fucking wet Andi, I’m dripping my sap all over the seat…”
“Is it good for you too?” I ask after a while, his moaning having become less obvious. “It’s ok,” he replies, “but once the fat bulbous part is in, it’s actually pretty meager and doesn’t feel that amazing, to be honest…” he laughs. “I guess my hungry ass needs more filling than this!”
With my eyes still glued to his asshole, I get up onto the seats, also straddling the narrow gap, shuffling closer behind him.
“What are doing?” he asks, surprised. “You need more filling, so I’m gonna fill you up more…” I whisper into his ear, grabbing him from behind, my arms wrapping across his toned chest, my fingers smearing my pre-cum over his nipples. He lets out a moan. “Ah fuck yeah Joe…”
I cautiously bring my desperately hard, dripping cock up to his hole, pushing against it, letting my sap ooze out around it. “Space for another?” I ask softly, as I feel him breathing deeper once more. He nods eagerly.
Laboriously I start entering him, feeling the hard materials of the gearstick push against my cock as it slowly starts crawling into him. “Aaaargh…. Jesus, uurgh…” he moans, as he starts getting double-penetrated, my moist meat forcing in awkwardly, creeping in parallel with the gearshift already inside his gaping asshole. “Uuuuurgh…”
After a while I’m mostly inside him, the metal from the gearshift intensely pressed against my shaft, as I start rocking back and forth, making him gasp for breath.
“You OK Andi?” I whisper, to which he nods. “Do you want me and the car to keep fucking you?” Again he nods eagerly, breathing hard, his swollen cock throbbing almost comically, like a balloon artist’s creation, ready to pop.
I’m also massively turned on by the whole scenario, as I carefully pump his already stuffed hole, my cock head intensely stimulated from rubbing against the fat bulbous part of the gearstick somewhere deep inside him. This won’t last long, I think to myself.
Andy is moaning and grunting like a man possessed, as I continue to punish his splayed hole, stroking his cock with my hand and the double-penetration driving him towards the point of no return, his hands desperately gripping the dashboard.
Urgh, argh, urgh, argh, urgh… urgh, argh, argh-argh, uuurgh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming, fuck I’m cum-Uuurgh-ing!”
I feel Andi’s tunnel contract tightly around my meat, the gearshift forcing into me from below, as he starts unloading over the built in ashtray, over the control panel and over the air vents, cum spraying everywhere and dripping down the console. The pressure on my cock is too much, and I start exploding as well, jizz eventually running down the gearstick and over his balls, dripping on the leather cover below, as I lay slumped against his back, both of us chasing our breaths, our bodies sweatily glued together.
“I’m gonna pull out,” I say eventually, as I feel my dick starting to droop. “Just do it slowly…” he whispers, as I carefully start backing out, feeling more spunk spilling out.
“Jesus… What a mess…” I observe, looking down at our pleasure stains splattered everywhere, as Andi starts lifting himself off the gearstick.
“Christ,” he pants, “that was something else…”
“Um, where’s the condom?” I ask, as I realise it’s not on the gearstick anymore.
“Oh no…” Andi winces.
“Oops!” I laugh. “Must have accidentally shoved it inside when we were doing the double… You might give birth to some latex tomorrow morning,” I chuckle.
“Great, just what I’ve always wanted,” he replies sarcastically, “a rubber poo child.” His face eventually breaking into a hopeless smile, as he also sees the funny side. He hands me a cigarette.
“Can we smoke inside,” I ask cautiously.
“Probably not… But after that,” gesturing to the mess, “ I think it doesn’t really make a difference any more.”
“I guess not,” I laugh, wiping the last drips of cum from my limp cock.
“Gimme that,” he calls, “you fuckin’ maniac,” grabbing my finger, and sucking my sticky juice off it, his eyes smiling at me. We look at each other tenderly, until I ask if he’s planning to light these smokes any time soon, winking at him at the end. He shakes his head and chuckles. He flicks the lighter, and as I lean in, our faces illuminate orange-y red.
After finishing our smokes, we get dressed again, using our undies to wipe the gearstick and the console as clean as we can, but it still looks like a carton of condensed milk exploded everywhere. We flip the seats back up, and get going, backing out of the dark bay, making our way home.
“Listen Joe, I’ve been thinking,” Andy starts in a familiar tone, as we head towards mine, my eyes dulling over in anticipation of another attempt at trying to put a stop our impulsive fun.
“What have you been thinking Andi?” I ask, unable to keep my question from sounding irritated.
“Well, it’s just that… I dunno, I just feel like things have changed…”
“Changed how?” I ask, turning to him, frustration in my eyes.
“Um, I feel like… I feel like I need to see more of you, more often, that’s all…” he says, his voice trailing off. For once, I am lost for words, as I just stare at him, the car heading closer to mine.
“You know what,” he says nervously, “I’m being silly – just ignore me!”
I smile at him, placing my hand on his warm knee as he pulls up outside my place. “You are being silly,” I smile. I lean over, pulling his face towards mine and kissing him softly on the lips. I pull away to see him looking at me with a mixture of surprise and giddiness, his eyes wide and alive.
“I guess I am…” he mumbles, smiling and looking down at my hand on his knee, placing his over mine and gently squeezing.
“By the way, what are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask, as I open the passenger door, getting out.
“I dunno yet… But I’ll call you before then,” he smiles, before driving off slowly.
* * * *