Gay Driving 2 gay m mast together while driving sex story

He's a very naked person. Nudity is his natural state. Even when he has clothes on, there is always something undressed about him. He was most certainly undressed in our car that afternoon. In our own encapsulated world, the interior of a small car doing sixty along the Florida Turnpike, he sat in the passenger's seat with the clothes he'd squirmed out of on the floor around his feet. I was shocked and amused, and having slight difficulty concentrating on my driving. My left hand held the steering wheel firmly set to its course and my right hand was playing with the stick shift. His, that is.

"This is crazy" I said, firmly gripping the base of his penis and tugging on it. "What if we get pulled over?"

"Don't speed or anything and we won't" he said."Oh!" he exclaimed, doing a comic double take. "Hi, officer!"

"Silly" I chided. My hand slid up his shaft and I curled my fingers around the head. I felt a little drop of wetness against my palm. "Hmmm!" I said. I squeezed, trying to make that happen again. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a car approaching in the next lane. "Darling..." I said uneasily.

"Don't worry about the cars" he said. "Just let me know if you see a truck." He punctuated the sentence with a grunt, and I felt a little more wetness. I wiped it away with my index finger, then raised the finger to my lips and licked it quite deliberately.

Watching me, he moaned. "Oh you excite me" he uttered softly.

"Good" I said. I puckered my lips around my finger and slowly sucked it in and slid it out of my mouth. I did this a few times, and lapped it lasciviously, while he watched with wide eyes. "This is what I want to do to your cock" I told him.

"Don't tantalize me like that!" he groaned. I laughed, then grabbed him again and vigorously renewed my massaging.

"Thank you!" He reached down and retrieved his shirt. "I guess I really should put my clothes back on, though."

"Yes, do that." I let go of him and put my hand on the steering wheel as he buttoned his shirt and then pulled on his jeans. He left them unfastened so that his cock pointed up from his lap. "Quite nice" I said, reaching over and taking hold of it again. "Very nice." I caressed it devotedly for a few moments while he writhed around in his seat and made restrained little noises. Another car was approaching. Hastily, I snatched my hand away and he held his jeans closed. When the car was passed, we returned to our activity, only for it to be interrupted similarly a moment later. "Aren't we cool?" I giggled, seeing him trying to cover the unwieldy appendage between his legs. A few more cars passed, then the road was clear. I pushed his hand away and discovered that his cock had softened a bit while the road was busy. "Oops!" I said, jiggling it. "This won't do. I want it hard!"

"Well, m'love, you know how to accomplish that."

"Yes, indeed I do" I said, proceeding. It didn't take but a few squeezes to return my plaything to its former state. A few more and he was once again squirming in his seat. "Feel good?" I asked.

"Too good" he said with a little difficulty. "Stop. I'm going to cum."

"Stop? You don't want to cum?"

"Well, I do, but that wouldn't be fair."

"Oh no, baby, yes, it would! I want you to cum!"

"No, because I can't do anything for you!"

"Yes you can. You can cum so I can lick my fingers."

"Oh! You're impossible!"

"Come on. It's so nice." I pulled his cock rhythmically. "So nice. I want to taste it." He grunted loudly in response. "Oh baby, your cock is so warm and hard. I want you to cum so I can taste you. It's so warm...so hard...so alive...Why, I can feel the blood just throbbing in it!"

"And the cum...building up..." he added, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Yes, that too. Cum building up...I want it to build up and build up and build up...until finally it shoots out all over! All over my hand...and then I'll lick my fingers and taste you...and find out if you taste as good as you smell..."

"Do I...smell good?" His breath was getting fast and heavy.

"Most certainly." I raised my hand to my face and sniffed it. "And my hand smells like your cock...it smells so good...I just want to bury my face in it..." I dropped my hand back into his lap and seized him again. I squeezed his balls and tickled his cock before once again putting my hand around it and jerking it. "Come on, baby. Come on" I urged. "Don't hold back."

"Oh Oh..." he moaned. "No, it's not fair!"

"It's fair! It's plenty fair! Oh love, you don't know how much you excite me when you moan like that. I want it. I want you to cum all over. Don't keep it in." An uncontrollable sound spilled from his throat, and I made a soft sound in response to the zigzags that his display of excitement sent streaming down my spine.

"Oh please, oh please...are you sure, baby..you sure..."

"I'm sure! Come on and cum, baby! Forget yourself! Let it all out... all over my fingers..." I rubbed faster in encouragement.

"Oh please...Oh yes...faster, please...oh...oh...OH!"

"Someone's getting carried away" I teased, tugging madly.

"Oh carried away...Oh yes... oh! ah!... but I've been... uhn! saving it up for you... for later... I want to... a ah!... pour it down your throat or spill it all over...AH! your tits..."

"There'll be more."

"Yes, but...not as much...I've been...oh! saving it for you..."

"Well, give it to me now! Pour it out! Just cum!"

"Ohhhhh...aaaaahhh, baby...it's good...Oh feels good....I'm gonna come, gonna cum....gonna...AHHH!" His hips jerked upward from the seat, and his rapid breathing slid into a long sigh. I turned my head just in time to see hot, milk white semen spill from his cock onto my hand. It ran down my fingers and off my wrist and dripped into his pubic curls. I took my hand away and started lapping the splash off my knuckles, and noticed as a last squirt landed on his belly. "Ohh," he sighed again, his breathing beginning to slow down. "Oh that was good, baby...thank you..."

"My pleasure, love" I said, continuing with my driving as he slumped down in his seat trying to calm down. "I'm so glad you enjoyed that. I did, too...very much."

"Oh not as much as I did!"

"Maybe not quite as much as that, but still very much."

"Oh good, baby...I felt so selfish."

"Well, don't. It made me feel good to make you feel good." I reached over and stroked his neck. "Besides, I'll get mine later." I ruffled his hair. "Won't I?" I added coyly. "Won't I just?"