First Car, First Blow Job
by Nathan Jones

 

I was 19 and I had just bought my first car. If I could have I would have lived in it. It was also the middle of summer and as I couldn’t afford to keep filling it up with petrol I satisfied myself with endlessly cleaning it. To be honest the car was a wreck. It was an old, cream coloured Volkswagen Beetle and I had bought it for 300 pounds, taking the risk that it would pass it’s roadworthiness test (MOT in the UK) and that I would be able to continue to drive it. I certainly didn’t have the money to fix it up if it failed. To everyone’s surprise it passed without needing anything more than a bit of grease.

Around about that time I had also made a new friend called Jack. He was a tall kid, the same age as me, with mid length wavy hair and the cutest nose I had ever seen. He was quite shy, also like me, and loved to mess about with engines. He was almost as in love with my car as I was. When I bought it he went with me to the garage to pick it up and we drove back together, excitedly pushing and pulling every button and lever that we could find, just to see what they did. We felt like kings as we rode along with the windows down, leaving a trail of black smoke behind us.

As soon as we got back to my house we set about washing and cleaning and wiping every surface that we could find. It might have been a wreck but it was sure a clean wreck. Once we had it sparkling we set about planning our first road trip. We couldn’t go far because we didn’t have enough money for the petrol but we planned to drive to one of the well known beauty spots, stay there for a while and then come back. Not very exciting I know, but we were young and the only thing that mattered was that we would be driving in my new car. I even promised Jack that when we got there, if there was nobody around, I would let him have a go at driving. It would be the first time that he had driven without an instructor.

So, after a bit more polishing and cleaning, we sat in the car for a while listening to the radio, dozing slightly in the afternoon heat.

“Phew! It’s hot in here.” Jack said, taking off his tee-shirt.

His body was as smooth as mine. The only sign of hair was as fine trail starting at his navel and disappearing down the front of his jeans. He was struggling to get it off over his head in the cramped conditions so I had plenty of time to take in the details of his small brown nipples, his lightly muscled but well defined six pack and the fine tufts of hair under his arms. As I looked at his body I suddenly noticed that he could see me looking at him. He paused for a second and then took longer than was really necessary to complete the task, deliberately giving me more time to look him over. I supposed he was just proud of his body and liked that fact that I found it so interesting.

He sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. “Can’t wait for tonight! It’ll be a laugh. A friend of mine told me that he once saw a couple fucking in the back of their car up were we are going. I hope we see something. I’d love to see a live sex show.” he continued, laughing.

“Yeh! Me too!” I responded.

Later that night he came to my house as arranged and we set off. The old Beetle struggled up the hill and we arrived just as the sun was setting. The night was really warm and we were out in the middle of nowhere. The moon was nearly full and was already high in the sky shining through the turquoise mantle above our heads. It looked like we were the only ones there for now. We sat for while talking and listening to the radio. Jack seemed obsessed by the possibility of seeing a couple having sex and his constant talk about fucking and blowjobs was really turning me on.

“Can I have a go now then?” he asked me.

At first I wasn’t sure what he meant but then I realized that he was talking about my promise to let him drive the car.

“Sure! Get out and we’ll swap seats.”

“No, you stay there and I’ll slide over the top then you can slide over to my side.” he said.

Before I could respond he was moving awkwardly over to my side. The gear stick was in the way and  it was a bit difficult so he placed a hand on my thigh to steady himself. I already had an erection and as he was squeezing my leg it grew even harder making a definite bulge in my trousers. Being almost dark he couldn’t see it though. He moved his hand to my other thigh and turned slightly falling onto my lap giving me the perfect excuse to put my hands on his waist. He must have been able to feel my hard cock but he didn’t say anything. Instead he pretended to be struggling and as he moved he twisted and turned rubbing my cock with his firm ass.

Eventually he managed to get all of his body over to my side and reluctantly I began the struggle to move over to his. As I contorted myself he put his hands on my ass lifting and supporting me. At that point I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on but I didn’t care. This guy was hot and any kind of contact was good as far as I was concerned.

He didn’t need me too tell him how to start the car but as we moved off I could see that he was having trouble with the gears. I placed my hand on top of his to help him. It seems like a small thing now but in those days I had very limited physical contact with guys. I might shake hands with friends of my fathers when they came to the house but that was about it. Placing my hand on top of his and holding it there seemed like a really bold move. I was almost breathless with excitement as I guided him through the gears and the car picked up speed.

We came to the end of the track and he turned the car around. Driving back we saw another car arrive and park about four car lengths from where we had been. We pulled into our spot and switched off the engine.

“That was brilliant! Thanks.” he said

“Your welcome.” I replied, clearing my throat to try to hide the tremble in my voice.

“Do you think they’ll fuck?” he asked, indicating the new arrival.

I had to laugh. The guy was absolutely obsessed and I loved it. His mind seemed to be permanently at a fever pitch of sexual interest. He was obviously dying to have sex.

“Only one way to find out,” I replied “wait and see.”

So we waited and eventually another three cars turned up. With every new car Jack got more excited. Within minutes of each arrival we could see that the couple inside would begin to cuddle and kiss. As we couldn’t see below their shoulders we didn’t really know what else they might be getting up to. Jack began to get frustrated.

“Let’s get out of the car.” He said.

“No way!” I replied. “They’ll think we’re perverts, and we’ll probably scare them off. “

“Well I’m getting out.” He said. “I know, lets just get out and pretend to be having a pee.”

“Okay.” I replied. Still not certain it was a good idea.

We both climbed out and moved to the side of the road. We could see each other in the moonlight quite clearly.

“God I’m horny! Said Jack, and as if to prove it he undid his jeans and dropped them halfway down his buttocks. His skin glowed white in the moonlight. He pulled out his cock and it pointed up at about 45 degrees. It was difficult to see clearly, but it was big. My own cock was as hard as iron and the sight of Jack exposing himself made it throb uncontrollably. I was shaking with nervous and sexual energy. I half turned so that he couldn’t see my boner and pulled it out into the warm night air. The breeze blew over it and made it tingle.

“Drop your pants a bit.” he suggested. “It feels great!”

Silently I did as he suggested.

“Mmmmm. Your right. It does feel good.”

“I’m so horny I could fuck anything or anyone!” he said suggestively.

Was he coming on to me?  I decided to find out.

“Have you ever had a blow job?”

“No not yet. Nearly, once. But she backed down when I pulled it out.” he replied.

“I used to know a guy at school,” I said “that used to give blow jobs to his mates during chemistry lessons. We weren’t gay or anything. Just really horny and as we couldn‘t find a girl he was the next best thing.”

“Noooo! Did he ever give you one?”

“A couple of times.” I replied.

“Did you ever give him one?” has asked. I could hear a heaviness in his voice that told me the idea was exciting to him.

“Maybe.” I responded, being non committal “but if I did it doesn’t mean I’m gay! It’s just that when I get really excited anything goes.”

“Are you really excited now?”

“A bit.”

I moved back to the car and without pulling up my trousers, I sat on the drivers seat. My cock pointed straight up. I pushed the door open as wide as it would go. Jack paused for a second looking round and then pulled up his trousers but didn’t fasten them. He moved to my side of the car, standing in the open door and leaning with his arms on the roof. I switched off the interior light and turned to face him. His crotch was almost at face level and in the moonlight I could see his hard cock pushing against the thin material of his underwear. Gently, with my hands shaking I pulled down his already unfastened trousers. The door blocked the view of anyone in front and there was nobody behind. I took the waistband of his underwear and pulled it away from his stomach. His cock sprang into view, the large head glistening and shiny. I swallowed nervously. Slowly I pulled down his underwear and saw his cock give a massive throb. I reached out and touched his balls. I could feel them moving in my hand as the breeze played over them. He gave a little sigh of pleasure.

Taking his shaft in my hand I gave it a squeeze. It was hard and thick and I could feel the hot blood pumping through it. Leaning forward I placed my tongue on the tip tasting the drop of precum that had appeared with that first squeeze. He pushed his hips towards me eager for me to take him into my mouth. I held off playing my tongue over the head, teasing him.

I placed my hands on his firm cheeks and rubbed them gently. Without warning I opened my mouth and circled my lips around the top of the shaft. As I pushed my head forward he thrust with his hips and I took him deep into my throat. I heard him give a groan and his legs tensed, the hard muscles standing out and his ass cheeks pulling up in my hands, perfect and round.

He began to pump his hips and I moved and twisted my head trying to cover ever inch of his swollen cock with my tongue. I pulled him onto me as I opened my throat and allowed his whole length to enter.

“Fuck!” I heard his say softly as he pumped faster and faster. I grasped my own cock in my hand and began to jerk off. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. To feel his warm liquid at the back of my throat. His pumping became more aggressive and more erratic. I could tell he was getting close. I pulled gently on his balls with one hand and searched for his hole with the other. Finding it I pressed lightly with my finger.

“Gonna cum soon!” he whispered, almost desperately.

He was trying to warn me but I didn’t need warning. I could tell that he was just seconds away. I worked my mouth up and down his cock not releasing him for a second. My own juices were beginning so surge up my cock and I knew I would probably explode even before him.

I’m cumming! He said. Now! I’m cumming!” as he spoke he made a determined effort to pull back but I was ready for him. I let go of my own cock, even as the first spurt leapt from the tip and grasped his ass firmly in my hands. I pulled him back onto me and for a few seconds he struggled to pull away.

“No!!!” I’m cumming!” he repeated, as if he thought that I hadn’t understood him.

I pulled him even harder as I felt my cum splashing onto my thighs. Finally he gave in and thrust his spewing cock deep into my mouth. Gush after gush filled me as I tried to swallow every drop. I could hear him gasping noisily as he emptied himself.

“Oh wow!” he finally managed to say “that was the biggest cum of my life!”

He pulled back and his still hard cock slid from my mouth. I wiped my face with my sleeve.

Hurriedly he pulled up his trousers and looked into the car at me as I sat there still catching my breath. My cum covered my thighs and had splashed onto the seat.

“Looks like we’ll have to clean the car again.” he grinned “next time we’ll bring a towel.”

 

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