he had no underwear on, and his magnificent cock sprang up and bounced on his stomach, happy, apparently, to be free from its bonds.

I continued to caress his washboard stomach until my fingers found his navel. They followed the little furry trail that pointed downward until both my hands were wrapped around his thick cock, squeezing and caressing all the way. He moaned lightly as I leaned over and kissed his velvet-like cockhead, drawing it into my warm wet mouth. I swirled my tongue around and around, eliciting little murmurs of pleasure from him.

I then began the job of bringing his magnificent cock to orgasm, running my tongue all over his cock and balls, bending in a little to dab at his puckered hole, and then back to swoop down on his dripping rod. He tugged at my hair and ears and kneaded my shoulders in a lazy insistent way, as if begging me to commit to the cocksuck itself. I did, eventually, and sucked him with the expertise of a seasoned veteran, drawing every ounce of strength I had to work his cock in, out, and around my mouth.


His cock swelled and got much harder at one point, and I knew he was close. Squeezing his juicy balls with one hand and fondling his asshole with the other, I brought him to a screaming orgasm that had his yells echoing across the farmland around us. He shot an enormous load of spunk down my throat, yelling and pulling my hair and ears as each jet of warm, creamy semen blasted my tonsils and slid down my waiting throat.

When he was finished, his cock still hard as a rock, I pulled off and pulled him back down in the seat, meeting his mouth with mine and feeding him some of his load. Despite the cool night, sweat poured from his body, allowing him to slide around in the leather seat easily.

I thought at first, when he began tugging at my clothes, that he was going to give me the same treatment, but once I was naked, he bent over in the seat and began to blow me expertly. Jason's long hot tongue snaked over and around my cockhead, and then began running up and down the length of my veiny shaft with a touch that sent shivers running down my spine. He took me in quickly, comfortable with my length and girth, and began giving me the release I so needed.

I thrashed in the seat and pawed at his body as he blew me, moaning and grunting loudly as he continued to minister to my cock. Without much warning, his sucking and caressing brought me to a screaming orgasm and wave after wave of searing hot sperm shot from my cock, blasting the back of his throat. When it was all over, and I had stopped shouting and stopped shaking, I lay back in the seat, spent and wonderfully tired.

We lay that way in the car, holding hands and murmuring lightly to each other for some time, our cocks dancing in the breeze before us.

Jason let go of me and climbed out of the car and opened the trunk. Pulling a blanket from it, he beckoned me to follow. I watched as his lithe naked body walked into the shadows beyond the trees, and followed his footsteps carefully. We ended up on in a small wood, and he led me to a clearing amidst some