Ride Pt 1The
The wind gusted, sending a chill thru Devon's body. In the distance he could see the tail lights of the bus he'd hoped to catch fading into the growing dusk. Angrily he checked his watch and noted that there wouldn't be another bus for about an hour. If only he thought to himself he hadn't stopped at the bathroom to take a leak he'd be on that bus right now. Hell, payday couldn't come soon enough, he'd finally be able to get his car out of the shop and he wouldn't have to rely on public transportation to get home on weekends. Stepping back into the half enclosed bus stop he sought shelter from the cold and wind. He'd just about closed his mind to his situation when a car slowed to a stop. Devon looked up as the automatic window slid down. "Hey, came a voice from inside, need a ride into town?" Devon surprised at the offer bent down and looked inside, It was Mister Harrow, one of the Account Managers for the company he worked for. 'Next bus ain't for another hour, he said, I could easily drop you off. Another gust of cold wind made up his mind Devon smiled, 'Thank you he said as he opened the door and slid into the vehicle.
Snowflakes whipped by the wind began to coat the windows as they took off. It was a Caddie, Devon could feel the power of the engine, but was really impressed with the effectiveness of the heater. 'Bit cold out there ain't it to be catch'n that bus, said the driver? Devon explained to his benefactor how his car was in the shop so he had to rely on the bus to get home. When he explained where he lived Mister Harrow seemed a bit surprised. 'You know what, that ain't to far from where I live, how about I take you all the way home?' Devon tried to politely decline the offer, while inside secretly screaming to himself to accept. Without to much persuasion he accepted the offer and settled back to enjoy the tide.
At a stoplight Mister Harrow, who asked to be called simply Bill, looked over at Devon and said, You know, I've been trying to think of where I know you from. You frequent the Book Store down on Third, he said. It wasn't a question, as much as a statement. Devon suppressed a look of surprise, 'Yes, Devon responded, I've been there a time or two. 'So, may I ask said Bill quietly, what are you into?'
Devon thought before answering, wondering where this was going. 'Little bit of everything he said with a shrug, little, head, sometimes even a little bed.' Bill looked over at Devon, but said nothing for a moment.
'Are you in a hurry to get home he asked Devon, I was thinking maybe we could stop at my place, and maybe have a little fun?' Devon at first said nothing, but studied the man. Sure, why not he said with a nod, and he noted Bill's smile as they turned a corner.
They didn't talk much on the way, but Devon noted the beginning of a bulge in Bills pants. It wasn't long before they pulled up in front of a Somewhat new Split level and Bill was all smiles as he eased his car into the garage. 'We'll be going into the downstairs, he explained, no one's home for now.' Devon walked ahead of Bill as they entered the downstairs area, there was a couch along the wall facing the stairs and a large Television. Here, said Bill, make yourself at home as he showed Devon to the couch, he took his coat and went and hung it in the closet. picked up his remote, turned on the television and headed to the stairs. Back in a minute he said .'
Devon felt funny at the turn of events, but sat on the comfy couch listening to the evening news on the TV. Before long Bill came back downstairs, he'd changed into comfortable clothes, basically pajama bottoms and a loose T-shirt. He also bought a tray with a bowl of Chips and a couple of beers.
They sat and talked for a while about work. and nothing business, then Bill took a swig of his beer, and looked over at Devon. 'So partner, he said, I'm kind'a hope'n, we could play a little bit, so maybe we could start out with a little head, eh? Devon took a swig of his beer, shrugged and watched as Bill opened his pajama pants and leaned back. He was already half hard and smiled as he watched Devon leaned in.
He must have washed a bit while upstairs, Devon could smell the aroma of some cologne, using his tongue he went up one side of Bill's phallus, then down the other. Before long Bill was standing tall and strong, and Devon used his lips along the shaft from base to tip but not taking him into his mouth. Using his hands he pushed Bill's T-Shirt up over his belly allowing him access to the somewhat mushroom shaped head of his tip. He heard Bill let out a moan as Devon alternately kissed and licked his stomach while lipping but not covering his head. The stalk bulged to a surprising thickness, the crown seemed smaller coming to almost a rocket shape. tip that Devon teased with butterfly flicks. Slowly he eased himself to the floor without losing contact and slowly, using only his tongue lifted his target and eased it slowly into his mouth. Bill eased his hands from the top of Devon's head to inside his shirt to squeeze and massage the boy's shoulders. He took his time, but with each bob of his head Devon moved a bit slower, and lower along the stalk of Bill's penis. He seemed to bottom out when he had about two third's of Bill in his mouth, and he allowed copious amounts od saliva to coat both cock and balls.
Bill leaned back, eyes closed, he'd had blowjobs before, but this was definitely a new high. He tried to work his hips to get further inside the boy's wet cavern, but Devon remained in control. 'Oh, he uttered, Oh fuck, damnmit, not yet he moaned, and Devon moved back and began sucking and licking the head of his Phallus. Bill looked down wanting to say something, but again closed his eyes as he felt his partner work his way again towards his base. 'Damn yeah, he wanted to play, damn yeah, but he didn't expect this. He could feel the pressure building, his hips worked, but he wanted to, and didn't want to end it yet. Somehow by changing the angle of is attack, that last third, that he couldn't cover before disappeared into the boy's throat.
When he felt the boys lips tightly gripping his base, felt his throat bouncing tightly around his dick's head, it was over, the release was epic and days of frustration spewed out into the boy's throat. Bill was aware of his bellows of release and the hard pounding of his heart.
Devon waited until he finished before slowly easing back, twirling his tongue gently around his stalk as he backed off. When he felt he had control of himself again Bill looked at his paramour and shook his head. He almost didn't know what to say. It was way more than he expected, he almost didn't know how to react. He watched as the boy rose and went to the small basement bathroom, and knew he was going to have to taker him home soon. He rose and followed they boy into the bathroom, he was rearranging his cloths and Bill wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled the boys neck.
Bill slid his hands down the front of the boy's half open pants, he took ahold of the boy's package and began stroking him slowly. 'How soon do you have to be home he asked, feeling the boys hips slowly grinding back into his as he stroked him. I think there's more we can do.' As one of Bill's hands continued to stroke, the other began opening the boy's shirt.
Snowflakes whipped by the wind began to coat the windows as they took off. It was a Caddie, Devon could feel the power of the engine, but was really impressed with the effectiveness of the heater. 'Bit cold out there ain't it to be catch'n that bus, said the driver? Devon explained to his benefactor how his car was in the shop so he had to rely on the bus to get home. When he explained where he lived Mister Harrow seemed a bit surprised. 'You know what, that ain't to far from where I live, how about I take you all the way home?' Devon tried to politely decline the offer, while inside secretly screaming to himself to accept. Without to much persuasion he accepted the offer and settled back to enjoy the tide.
At a stoplight Mister Harrow, who asked to be called simply Bill, looked over at Devon and said, You know, I've been trying to think of where I know you from. You frequent the Book Store down on Third, he said. It wasn't a question, as much as a statement. Devon suppressed a look of surprise, 'Yes, Devon responded, I've been there a time or two. 'So, may I ask said Bill quietly, what are you into?'
Devon thought before answering, wondering where this was going. 'Little bit of everything he said with a shrug, little, head, sometimes even a little bed.' Bill looked over at Devon, but said nothing for a moment.
'Are you in a hurry to get home he asked Devon, I was thinking maybe we could stop at my place, and maybe have a little fun?' Devon at first said nothing, but studied the man. Sure, why not he said with a nod, and he noted Bill's smile as they turned a corner.
They didn't talk much on the way, but Devon noted the beginning of a bulge in Bills pants. It wasn't long before they pulled up in front of a Somewhat new Split level and Bill was all smiles as he eased his car into the garage. 'We'll be going into the downstairs, he explained, no one's home for now.' Devon walked ahead of Bill as they entered the downstairs area, there was a couch along the wall facing the stairs and a large Television. Here, said Bill, make yourself at home as he showed Devon to the couch, he took his coat and went and hung it in the closet. picked up his remote, turned on the television and headed to the stairs. Back in a minute he said .'
Devon felt funny at the turn of events, but sat on the comfy couch listening to the evening news on the TV. Before long Bill came back downstairs, he'd changed into comfortable clothes, basically pajama bottoms and a loose T-shirt. He also bought a tray with a bowl of Chips and a couple of beers.
They sat and talked for a while about work. and nothing business, then Bill took a swig of his beer, and looked over at Devon. 'So partner, he said, I'm kind'a hope'n, we could play a little bit, so maybe we could start out with a little head, eh? Devon took a swig of his beer, shrugged and watched as Bill opened his pajama pants and leaned back. He was already half hard and smiled as he watched Devon leaned in.
He must have washed a bit while upstairs, Devon could smell the aroma of some cologne, using his tongue he went up one side of Bill's phallus, then down the other. Before long Bill was standing tall and strong, and Devon used his lips along the shaft from base to tip but not taking him into his mouth. Using his hands he pushed Bill's T-Shirt up over his belly allowing him access to the somewhat mushroom shaped head of his tip. He heard Bill let out a moan as Devon alternately kissed and licked his stomach while lipping but not covering his head. The stalk bulged to a surprising thickness, the crown seemed smaller coming to almost a rocket shape. tip that Devon teased with butterfly flicks. Slowly he eased himself to the floor without losing contact and slowly, using only his tongue lifted his target and eased it slowly into his mouth. Bill eased his hands from the top of Devon's head to inside his shirt to squeeze and massage the boy's shoulders. He took his time, but with each bob of his head Devon moved a bit slower, and lower along the stalk of Bill's penis. He seemed to bottom out when he had about two third's of Bill in his mouth, and he allowed copious amounts od saliva to coat both cock and balls.
Bill leaned back, eyes closed, he'd had blowjobs before, but this was definitely a new high. He tried to work his hips to get further inside the boy's wet cavern, but Devon remained in control. 'Oh, he uttered, Oh fuck, damnmit, not yet he moaned, and Devon moved back and began sucking and licking the head of his Phallus. Bill looked down wanting to say something, but again closed his eyes as he felt his partner work his way again towards his base. 'Damn yeah, he wanted to play, damn yeah, but he didn't expect this. He could feel the pressure building, his hips worked, but he wanted to, and didn't want to end it yet. Somehow by changing the angle of is attack, that last third, that he couldn't cover before disappeared into the boy's throat.
When he felt the boys lips tightly gripping his base, felt his throat bouncing tightly around his dick's head, it was over, the release was epic and days of frustration spewed out into the boy's throat. Bill was aware of his bellows of release and the hard pounding of his heart.
Devon waited until he finished before slowly easing back, twirling his tongue gently around his stalk as he backed off. When he felt he had control of himself again Bill looked at his paramour and shook his head. He almost didn't know what to say. It was way more than he expected, he almost didn't know how to react. He watched as the boy rose and went to the small basement bathroom, and knew he was going to have to taker him home soon. He rose and followed they boy into the bathroom, he was rearranging his cloths and Bill wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled the boys neck.
Bill slid his hands down the front of the boy's half open pants, he took ahold of the boy's package and began stroking him slowly. 'How soon do you have to be home he asked, feeling the boys hips slowly grinding back into his as he stroked him. I think there's more we can do.' As one of Bill's hands continued to stroke, the other began opening the boy's shirt.
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