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It was a cold winter night on New Year's Eve. I'd just walked out of a party where the girl I was with got completely drunk and ended up with some other guy in her pants. I wish I'd taken my car, but I let my girlfriend drive in hers, so I was out of a ride home as well as some sex that night. I trudged home, muttering obscenities and hoping that the guy she'd fucked had some sort of nasty veneral disease.
I didn't notice a car pull up next to me until the driver honked. I jumped and looked over at the driver, expecting it to be a friend from the party who'd heard about the incident and wanted to offer me a ride. Instead of a friend, it was a man about 35 years old, with a small moustache. The car was a Renault, very stylish, in blue with black leather seats. I could feel the warmth of the car coming out when he rolled down the window and offered me a ride.
I wasn't very far from where I lived, but on a night like that, bone-cold, I was glad for the offer, even if it was from a stranger. I didn't have a bad feeling about him. He was quite attractive, and wearing a pair of Dockers with a dark polo shirt and a dark grey sport jacket. I gave him directions to my place. He drove fast, kind of wild, but I liked it.
We made small talk, with him asking why I was out in the cold at 3am on the first night of the new year. I explained the circumstances, and he patted me comfortingly on my upper thigh. The gesture was comforting, along with something else. I could feel myself growing hard, seeking out the spot where he'd touched me. We pulled up to my apartment a few minutes later. I made a move to get out of the car, and as I reached out to shake his hand, he asked me if I'd join him for the rest of the evening. I wasn't doing anything better, and I didn't want this night to end anyway,even if I'd ended up here under unfortunate circumstances.
We started back out, not talking this time. He stared intently at the road for a few minutes, and then looked at me and asked if I wanted some pot. I'd only smoked pot once before, and I didn't like it. It didn't do anything for me besides make my lungs burn and my eyes ache. This time I had a feeling it would be better, so I said yes. He pulled out a small metal pipe from the inside of his sport jacket, along with a small baggie of weed. I pulled out a generous amount and stuffed it in the bowl. I fumbled my pockets for a lighter, caressing my own erection in the process. It had subsided, but sprung back to life at the touch. I looked over to see if he'd noticed anything, but he was still watching the road.
I lit the weed and inhaled the fragrant aroma, which immediately hit me. I felt stoned for the first time in my life. I looked out at the road and saw that we were nearing a notorious section of town. A gay section of town. I could once again feel the blood rushing from my head to fill my cock, which produced an interesting feeling since I was stoned as well. He pulled over in the parking lot of a dingy building with a fading neon sign and turned off the car. He gestured for the pipe, so I gave it to him, my fingers brushing against his. He looked at me and gave me a wicked smile and lit the pipe, still looking at me with intense eyes.
He put the pipe down on the dashboard and scooted closer to me on the seat. He placed his hand right where he had before, and this time I was sure he didn't miss the fact that I had a raging hard-on. This didn't seem to bother him, in fact, it encouraged him. He moved his hand further up, right on my cock and caressed it slowly through my pants. I suddenly got nervous. I'd never done this with a man before. He seemed to notice that I was feelinguncomfortable because he just looked at me and smiled again. He bent over to kiss me. I wasn't sure what to do. I confess that I just sat there and let him kiss and fondle me. His moustache tickled my lips a little bit, which only added to my arousal. I felt more comfortable suddenly and began to kiss him back. He pulled back and just looked at me again with those strange eyes of his.
He reached out and took my hand and guided it to his penis, which was just as hard as mine. We sat there caressing each other's cocks for a minute or two, not saying anything, just paying attention to what we were doing. I surprised myself by being the first to undo his zipper and slide his dick out of his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I caressed his penis a little more and then bent down to kiss it. It wasn't huge. It was a bit longer than mine, about 7 inches. I touched my tongue to the head. He moaned and responded by rubbing my shoulders and thrusting into my mouth just a little. I got as much of him in my mouth as I could, which wasn't too much but it felt like a lot. I moved up and down on his shaft, using one hand to fondle his balls gently, feeling the loose skin and the texture of the hairs.
He gently, I would say reluctantly, pulled my head away from my lap and had me recline on the seat. He then did for me what I did for him, but much more skillfully, I'd have to judge. He went up and down slowly, his lips caressing, his teeth nibbling, and I lost all sense of time.
He stopped just before I came. I sat there, panting, a little giddy from the pot, more giddy from the lack of blood in my brain. He crawled over the front seat into the back of the car and bent over the back seat doggie style. I accepted the invitation and crawled to the back too. He handed me a small tube of lube and a condom. I put the condom on first, breathing slowly and unrolling it to match the tempo of my breathing, trying to control the hammering of my heart and the lightheadedness I suddenly had. I made a bit of a mess with the lube while trying to get it on my shaft and in his ass, but I didn't care. I slid one finger in his behind slowly, then slid it out and slipped in another with it. He moved his bottom towards my fingers to meet them, seeming to really enjoy it.
I took a deep breath, not bothering to ask myself if I really wanted todo this. At that point, I did and nothing would stop me from doing it. I placed the head of my cock carefully against his anus, pushing just a little. He jerked just a little so I slowed down my push and just relaxed, letting him get used to the sensation of having me in such a delicate place. He quickly calmed, and turned around to give me a smile. He thrust his bottom against me just a little, increasing the speed at which I entered him. It seemed like forever until I felt my groin meet his buttocks, and for a minute, I just kneeled there and revelled in this new sensation. I'd never done this before, and it felt magnificent. It felt warm, and tight, and very, very safe.
He wiggled his hips imperceptibly, signalling that he was impatient to continue. I reluctantly pulled out, almost as slowly as I went in. My second thrust was very hard, almost savage. I don't know what came over me, but I felt like fucking him. Really fucking him. My next few thrusts were equally rough and very fast, and he didn't seem to mind. He even bucked hard to meet me, moaning and grunting. I felt an orgasm bubbling up, and I wasn't ready to come just yet. I didn't want it to be over. I slowed a bit, still thrusting hard, and I still felt like I was going to come. I surprised myself by continuing like that for a few minutes, being right at the brink of orgasm, but not actually there.
I lowered my upper body onto his and reached around to fondle his penis. It was hard. Rock solid and pulsing. Just touching it made me finally hit my limit. I gave one hard, long thrust and came hard, long, longer than I ever had before. Touching his penis also set him off. He moaned, squirmed, and wiggled as we came together.
We collapsed in a heap, panting, sweating, and feeling wonderful. We lay there for a few minutes, my penis softening while still inside him. I almost fell asleep so I pulled myself up and off him and sat on the cool leather seats, naked from the waist down. He sat up next to me and gave me a hug and whispered in my ear that I was incredible.
I looked out and I could see that the sky was lightening and I knew that I had to get home. I got out of the car to remove the condom and pulled my pants back up. We got into the front seat and he drove me home without a word.
I never saw him again.