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No sooner had Spike’s rampant dick freed itself - with a little help from “paramedic” Stevie-boy - from his boxers than Stevie gave up pretending that he was really interested in helping Spike with the cut on his thigh.

Instead he took Spike’s cock in his right hand and cupped his left fist around the injured twink’s fat, juicy balls. As he did so he closed his eyes and let out a little sigh.

“Honest, Jordy” Spike told me later. “It was just like he’d been saving himself for this all his life and he was, like, just making the most of it.

“But the trouble was, that wasn’t where I was coming from.

“OK, I was only 18 then, but I’d already been fooling around with guys - well, more than just fooling around, if ya’ know what I mean - for years”, he chuckled to himself.

“I wanted some real action, not a guy just holding onto my dick and looking and acting like he’s completely stoned.”

After a minute or so Spike decided to get some action underway.

Stevie’s face was only a few inches from Spike’s cock, even though all he seemed to want to do was to go on looking at it as though he’d never seen one before in his life. Slowly Spike moved his hands up to Stevie’s shoulders and gently pulled his face forward.

The effect was electric.

As soon as Stevie’s head came into contact with the skaterboy’s crotch he breathed in strongly and deeply through his nose. He seemed desperate to savour absolutely every part of what Spike was beginning to guess was his first time with another boy.

Flattering though all this attention was, Spike was still thinking more along the lines of jerking each other off or, with luck, maybe getting a quick blowjob. He hadn’t brought any condoms with him tonight - but that probably didn’t matter too much when this guy gave every sign that he wouldn’t be up for a round of professional butt-fucking just yet.

In fact, the guy didn’t give the impression of being up for much at all, other than holding tightly on to Spike, giving an occasional moan (of pleasure, Spike hoped, but the lack of any other feedback meant that he wasn’t 100% sure) and thrusting his face into the boy’s skinny but rock-like dick.

Still keeping everything nice and slow, Spike took a hand off Stevie’s shoulder and grasped his own cock. Slowly he began to push it forward and to press it into Stevie’s cheeks. Stevie pushed back and at the same time gave a gentle kiss on the inside of Spike’s thigh - which Spike began to hope might be a sign of progress. He certainly hoped so: the night was beginning to get just a little bit cold now and if nothin’ much was gonna’ happen, well he might as well set off home.

Spike moved the head of his cock over towards Stevie’s mouth. By now his weapon was dribbling with sticky pre-cum and it left a slimy trail, just like a snail’s, across Stevie-boy’s cheek.

But the mouth remained closed, even though Spike - at first gently and then with more and more pressure - slowly and deliberately moved the head of his cock all along Stevie’s soft red lips.

But then, after a minute or two, Spike felt Stevie’s teeth beginning to rub against his dick. He moved it sideways into the boy’s cheek and as he did so he could feel the first signs of Stevie beginning to suck on it, gently at first and then more and more eagerly and deeply.

At the same time the kneeling boy parted his teeth just a little and the rough end of his hot pink tongue began to probe Spike’s piss slit, pushing it this way and that and smearing the pre-cum all over its purple head.

Feeling he was making progress at last, Spike gingerly lowered himself to the ground, desperately trying to make sure that, having got there after such an effort, his cock stayed in Stevie-boy’s mouth. In reality, though, there was no danger of it coming out while Stevie’s mouth remained clamped to it up to the hilt.

Laying himself out flat on the ground, Spike positioned himself so that his own head faced the tight bulge in Stevie-boy’s jeans. It looked promising - the guy was obviously completely hot and gagging for some boy/boy action as much as he was.

Spike began pushing his own face into the fat, juicy bulge into the Levis in front of his face. That bit always got him real horny. You never knew what you were gonna’ find. With guys who still lived with their folks, you’d generally get a clean, new-washed smell (“Now, Junior! Make sure you put on a clean pair of shorts before you go on out!”). But what Spike really liked was guys who were just a bit dirty. He loved the smells of a guy’s dick - the sweet aroma of a guy who’d jerked off in anticipation of a night’s cruising or the lingering hint of stale piss when a guy had been on the T-room trail along the inter-state highway.

This guy - still anonymous, though with the tricks Spike picked up at night that was often the case - was one of the clean ones. His cool car, Spike guessed, was probably a gift from the same mom and day who washed his undershorts by hand and bought his designer deodorants at the town drugstore.

Spike begin nibbling at the outline of the guy’s cock. Unlike his own it was fat and juicy and it pushed at its denim covering even more as Spike’s teeth squeezed it gently but remorselessly up its length and back down again.

As he did so, Spike felt the guy’s hand move from his balls and push further between his legs. His middle finger began to trace a line back through the cheeks of Spike’s ass, moving backwards and forwards, tweaking and parting the long dark hairs as it moved relentlessly on towards his eager hole.

Though Spike hadn’t often been fucked, he knew that having a guy play with his ass - sticking a finger inside him and massaging the warm, wet cave within - was one of the things he liked best. He strained to open his hole wide to let Stevie-boy’s insistent finger in. At the same time he gripped the boy’s jeans zipper between his front teeth and tugged.

Maybe, he was to think later, that had been his mistake.

The silent boy pulled back suddenly. Not only that but he pulled the one hand out from between Spike’s thighs and the other one from Spike’s cock.

Without a word he scrambled to his feet, walked quickly to his car, climbed in and within a few seconds had driven off in a cloud of dust down the highway.

Spike could do nothing, his tight cut-offs were still round his ankles and he couldn’t have followed even if he’d wanted to.

And, in any case, he wasn’t sure he did want to.

The guy in the car was a closet case. Hell, Spike guessed he’d never even touched a dick or an asshole before tonight. Spike had been with enough guys like that in the past to know that you needed time and patience to handle them - and patience wasn’t what Spike was offering at the moment. Tonight he wanted quick, hot sex and he set off down the road determined to find it.

There’d be another opportunity with that guy, he was sure. He’d recognise such a distinctive car as soon as he saw it again.

And he thought it wouldn’t be too long before that happened.

Copyright: HMBoys.com / Rob Maynard 2001

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