I felt so free without my shorts that I
took off my shirt also. I must have been a sight driving down the highway wearing only hiking
boots, with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my dick. Bill
reached over and pushed my hand away so that he could stroke my cock.
Craig and John carried on, less frenetic but still
totally involved with each other until their bodies
wouldn't generate any more cum let alone keep their
cocks hard. "Whew ... Carl was right.
It could be our secret."
I guess he was just trying to get me to end the conversation so he said,
"Well not today, but I'll mancock think about it."
That did the trick. I dropped the subject and hoped for another day. That
night I jacked off three loads just thinking about Eric fucking my
face.
As
the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting. Relaxed - pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres-
sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress
the point below the glans with the side of his finger.
"It's
frustrating, yes," he answered. "But, you know, that's the way it
goes. You don't always get what you want." Although he wasn't ashamed
of his gayness, he preferred staying in the closet as much as
possible.
