ThongGUY84
Thong lover
- Location
- Shamong, NJ, USA
So as stated earlier in BT part I, I walked back with "Drew" (that was his name) to his car, which was parked in one of the University parking garages situated on campus. It was the dead of winter, and I couldn't wait to get into a warm car with him. I had imagined exactly what might happen when we got there, but I had no guarantee this indeed, was going to happen... just wishful thinking on my part.
We make it to his car, a big dark colored Mercedes sedan. It's parked in an area that is somewhat secluded and not heavily trafficked. Perfect. We both hop in, he starts the car to bring some heat up and precedes to ask a few more questions of me. What I am studying, the degree program, what I wanted to do upon graduation...and finally...the very last question, after a bit of platonic conversation, would I like for him to kiss me. Of course, I say yes at that point, and he leans over, and very gently kisses me on my lips. It was so very gentle and deliberate, like he had waited all this time and really wanted to savor the moment. It was very romantic I'd have to say, but I could also tell by the way his tongue was searching for mine, he was hoping for more. I gave it to him. I leaned closer in, putting both arms around his neck while opening my mouth wider and invited him to shove his tongue in. I remember letting out a little bit of a whimper as I was really becoming hot n bothered thinking about the bulge I had briefly noticed in his crotch. So I kiss him in a way as much as I can that shows my appreciation of his interest in me. Then I take a bit of liberty and drop my right hand down in his crotch; almost like by accident (but it wasn't). I was right... there's wood growing in there. I proceed to knead and massage his dick with my hand through his trousers, I can feel it getting stiffer. We are sloppy kissing now, he's leaning hard over on me, his 6'3" frame almost covering my own body. I didn't mind. I wanted him right where he was, in fact I would've had him in-between my legs had I my way, and if the location were different. Unfortunately, even in a parking garage you will have random individuals walking by. I'm sure one or two noticed the windows of the car begining to fog up from the passionate kissing that was happening in the front seat. The seats were leather and every time we repositioned ourselves against one another, they'd squeak a little. It was very erotic; the seduction of a somewhat skittish younger guy by a virile, handsome older man was in the air. I kept kissing him and feeling his aroused dick through his trousers. Id knead it with my hand and he'd breath heavier and even deeper. Finally, my patience had run out. I wanted to go down on his cock in the worst way at this point. I asked him to open his zipper, which he did. Immediately I slipped my hand inside, felt around for the opening in his boxers and let his dick pop out. Pointing upwards before me was a big pinkish red Irish cock, slightly bent upward like a banana. It was thick and covered with veins, an absolutely gorgeous tool. Knowing what was getting ready to occur, he asked if I would pull my sweats pants down, I obliged. Underneath I had a pair of sheer, white "players" satin briefs on (I had not yet began wearing thongs and panties yet - this would be introduced by him later). Even so, he loved these on me, said they were very sexy for a guy to wear. In the car they had sort of a glow or shimmer in the dim light of the radio console. I leaned over further so I could position my face over his crotch, his dick now fully erect. This allowed him to reach over and put his hand in the inside of my sheer undies, I felt a hand squeeze my ass cheek, and then a finger find it's way halfway into my ass, he was going to finger me while I sucked his dick. I positioned the head of his cock in front of my lips, and literally sucked it all in, as much as I possible could into my warm, wet, eager mouth. Thus it began. As if on cue the radio began blaring out a club dance mix that I found totally appropriate for the movements of my head, gingerly going up and down, my tongue dancing around the shaft, and then the head, and then underside of his dick. I L-O-V-E slowly running my wet tongue up and down the vein guys have underneath thier shaft, that brings the reward up and out from their balls. I have a certain technique that I like to stick to when sucking dick that is usually guaranteed to urge and coax the load up and out of a man's throbbing dick. It just takes a little time, a little patience and listening to him breath heavy and gasp every time I shove my mouth down to the hilt while sucking as hard as I can, at the same time. My spit, and the dim light thrown off by the digital radio dial caused his dick to glisten in the darkness of the front seat whenever I allowed a bit of it escape from my mouth. I made sure to purposely and hungrily slurp on it, bc I know this is an irresistible sound for guys. Eventually, this will make him want to let it go, which is the ultimate goal. All this was going through my head as performed. The car windows are very foggy now, I couldn't really see anything outside the car except the shadows of various people and cars passing by. Finally, Drew slips his hand out of my underwear, the tip of his finger just seconds ago massaging my asshole, and places it on my head. I think to myself "he's getting close now". I continued sucking his dick like it was giant pink lollipop when he some how manages to tell me he was about to cum. He says "if you don't want it in your mouth, you'd better back off" . Of course, however, this made me suck it with even more gusto. I wanted to taste sperm, it was my reward for all the effort I just put forth. I felt as if I deserved it. I started tasting precum as it oozed from the tip of his head. If it were any indication of what was coming up behind it, this was gonna be totally enjoyable. After a few seconds of me working it some more, Drew tenses up, grunts, then I instantly feel a warm, salty taste in my mouth. He was cumming, it filled my mouth and I swallowed every last ounce that he managed to produce for me that night. There was nothing left but a little smeared on my lips. I licked this off with the help of my fingers and my tongue. All his sperm went into my stomach. He kisses me on my lips long and firm, probably tasting his own gizz and then asks if I'd like to meet him again, but this time at a center city hotel, every other weekend. He would take care of everything, make the arrangements, get the room. My only responsibility was to arrive before he got there on each Saturday morning, and answer the door with nothing on but a small towel covering the front of me. I kissed him and gladly accepted. Thus began my love affair with thongs, and panties, and getting my behind spanked before any sex took place (it was something I discovered he liked).
More about this in part III, "Hotel room mornings".
We make it to his car, a big dark colored Mercedes sedan. It's parked in an area that is somewhat secluded and not heavily trafficked. Perfect. We both hop in, he starts the car to bring some heat up and precedes to ask a few more questions of me. What I am studying, the degree program, what I wanted to do upon graduation...and finally...the very last question, after a bit of platonic conversation, would I like for him to kiss me. Of course, I say yes at that point, and he leans over, and very gently kisses me on my lips. It was so very gentle and deliberate, like he had waited all this time and really wanted to savor the moment. It was very romantic I'd have to say, but I could also tell by the way his tongue was searching for mine, he was hoping for more. I gave it to him. I leaned closer in, putting both arms around his neck while opening my mouth wider and invited him to shove his tongue in. I remember letting out a little bit of a whimper as I was really becoming hot n bothered thinking about the bulge I had briefly noticed in his crotch. So I kiss him in a way as much as I can that shows my appreciation of his interest in me. Then I take a bit of liberty and drop my right hand down in his crotch; almost like by accident (but it wasn't). I was right... there's wood growing in there. I proceed to knead and massage his dick with my hand through his trousers, I can feel it getting stiffer. We are sloppy kissing now, he's leaning hard over on me, his 6'3" frame almost covering my own body. I didn't mind. I wanted him right where he was, in fact I would've had him in-between my legs had I my way, and if the location were different. Unfortunately, even in a parking garage you will have random individuals walking by. I'm sure one or two noticed the windows of the car begining to fog up from the passionate kissing that was happening in the front seat. The seats were leather and every time we repositioned ourselves against one another, they'd squeak a little. It was very erotic; the seduction of a somewhat skittish younger guy by a virile, handsome older man was in the air. I kept kissing him and feeling his aroused dick through his trousers. Id knead it with my hand and he'd breath heavier and even deeper. Finally, my patience had run out. I wanted to go down on his cock in the worst way at this point. I asked him to open his zipper, which he did. Immediately I slipped my hand inside, felt around for the opening in his boxers and let his dick pop out. Pointing upwards before me was a big pinkish red Irish cock, slightly bent upward like a banana. It was thick and covered with veins, an absolutely gorgeous tool. Knowing what was getting ready to occur, he asked if I would pull my sweats pants down, I obliged. Underneath I had a pair of sheer, white "players" satin briefs on (I had not yet began wearing thongs and panties yet - this would be introduced by him later). Even so, he loved these on me, said they were very sexy for a guy to wear. In the car they had sort of a glow or shimmer in the dim light of the radio console. I leaned over further so I could position my face over his crotch, his dick now fully erect. This allowed him to reach over and put his hand in the inside of my sheer undies, I felt a hand squeeze my ass cheek, and then a finger find it's way halfway into my ass, he was going to finger me while I sucked his dick. I positioned the head of his cock in front of my lips, and literally sucked it all in, as much as I possible could into my warm, wet, eager mouth. Thus it began. As if on cue the radio began blaring out a club dance mix that I found totally appropriate for the movements of my head, gingerly going up and down, my tongue dancing around the shaft, and then the head, and then underside of his dick. I L-O-V-E slowly running my wet tongue up and down the vein guys have underneath thier shaft, that brings the reward up and out from their balls. I have a certain technique that I like to stick to when sucking dick that is usually guaranteed to urge and coax the load up and out of a man's throbbing dick. It just takes a little time, a little patience and listening to him breath heavy and gasp every time I shove my mouth down to the hilt while sucking as hard as I can, at the same time. My spit, and the dim light thrown off by the digital radio dial caused his dick to glisten in the darkness of the front seat whenever I allowed a bit of it escape from my mouth. I made sure to purposely and hungrily slurp on it, bc I know this is an irresistible sound for guys. Eventually, this will make him want to let it go, which is the ultimate goal. All this was going through my head as performed. The car windows are very foggy now, I couldn't really see anything outside the car except the shadows of various people and cars passing by. Finally, Drew slips his hand out of my underwear, the tip of his finger just seconds ago massaging my asshole, and places it on my head. I think to myself "he's getting close now". I continued sucking his dick like it was giant pink lollipop when he some how manages to tell me he was about to cum. He says "if you don't want it in your mouth, you'd better back off" . Of course, however, this made me suck it with even more gusto. I wanted to taste sperm, it was my reward for all the effort I just put forth. I felt as if I deserved it. I started tasting precum as it oozed from the tip of his head. If it were any indication of what was coming up behind it, this was gonna be totally enjoyable. After a few seconds of me working it some more, Drew tenses up, grunts, then I instantly feel a warm, salty taste in my mouth. He was cumming, it filled my mouth and I swallowed every last ounce that he managed to produce for me that night. There was nothing left but a little smeared on my lips. I licked this off with the help of my fingers and my tongue. All his sperm went into my stomach. He kisses me on my lips long and firm, probably tasting his own gizz and then asks if I'd like to meet him again, but this time at a center city hotel, every other weekend. He would take care of everything, make the arrangements, get the room. My only responsibility was to arrive before he got there on each Saturday morning, and answer the door with nothing on but a small towel covering the front of me. I kissed him and gladly accepted. Thus began my love affair with thongs, and panties, and getting my behind spanked before any sex took place (it was something I discovered he liked).
More about this in part III, "Hotel room mornings".
