4 comments/ 143499 views/ 5 favorites How I Met My Boyfriend By: Traceytrans This is the true story of how I met John who has been my boyfriend for the past two years. I had returned to my hometown to attend our ten year class reunion- which went about as well as you would expect- meeting half-remembered people who weren't important to me then and who aren't important to me now. With some exceptions- my two old friends Bill and Bruce were there and we had a great time swapping stories and Bill invited us over to his house to play some poker the following night ( which was a Saturday).I promised to attend so about 9 pm I arrived to find the guys already well into the sauce and Bill introduced me to his friend John who seemed friendly but kind of reserved. Bill informed us we would be playing strip poker which I thought was kind of dumb seeing as there weren't any women there but kept my mouth shut. We played for awhile and all of us had to remove some clothing but I was down to my socks and boxers when Bill said Ok- time for a change- and brought out four plastic bags full of clothing. He said we would all dress up as women now and start all over again. I thought that was a pretty good deal as I was losing and this would give me another chance. We all went off into the different bedrooms and I spent a good ten minutes getting dressed - putting on all the sexy lingerie- the blouse and skirt, shoes and wig- those idiots were going to have to win a lot of poker hands before I had all this stuff off. When I came back out the guys were all just sitting around drinking- none of them had dressed up at all. I said What the hell is this? They just laughed and said it was a joke and to relax and have a beer. Well I was a little ticked off but I had a few beers and when Bill put "let the good times roll" on the stereo I pretended to be a stripper and did a little dancing. We were all pretty wiped so Bruce and I crashed on the two chesterfields and Bill and John grabbed a piece of carpet on the floor and the lights went out. Bill woke me up sometime later-he was poking me in the ribs- I said what do you want and he said look- I got a big woody when you were dancing and could you help me out with it? He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick and sure enough he was as hard as a rock. I moved my hand on it a bit and he whispered yeah-yeah thats great- and moved up so that he was sitting on a chair at the end of the chesterfield and was pulling me towards him. His dick almost hit me in the face- I didn't want to blow him but it was dark so I figured what the hell and wrapped my lips around his cock. Immediately the lights came on and as I turned my head Bruce and John were staring at us- their cocks pointing right at the ceiling. It must have been quite a sight with me dressed as a chick laying over the end of the chesterfield with Bill's cock in my mouth. Bruce got up behind me and was rubbing his cock in my ass crack. Yeah- I gotta get me some of this he said and I heard him unwrapping something and then I felt his slippery cock pressing against my hole. I was trying to get up but Bill kept pushing my head down on his cock and as Bruce pressed harder and harder I felt my ass muscles give way and his cock slid all the way up my ass till I could feel his hairy balls on my cheeks. Yeah- oh yeah- that feels great- your ass feels so good Bruce said as he stroked my ass. I was twisting and squirming but Bruce just fucked me harder and faster until I could feel him shooting in me. He then pulled out and John grabbed me around the waist and turned me over onto my back. I want to look in your eyes while I fuck you he said and I felt his thick cock slide up my well lubed ass- I instinctively squeezed my ass muscles and he said yeah- that's it baby- milk that cock-every time he pulled back I squeezed so I would be tighter as he stroked back in and after just a few minutes I could feel his cock jerking as he shot another huge load up my ass. He leaned down and kissed me and said You're my girl now Tracey. We left hand in hand. It's a great relationship- He loves my ass and I love his cock. How I Met My Boyfriend When I graduated from college my new focus was on myself. I decided that I would put behind me the days of binge drinking, random sexual hook ups and focus purely on improving myself. I did this by focusing on two things, my mental health and my physical health. The mental health part consisted of keeping myself in the company of true friends, friends who know what I am about, understand my sexuality, understand me for that matter, and don't really care about anything but enjoying each others company. And most importantly it meant staying away from Lari, forever. I took a job as a restaurant manager of a hotel and I worked mostly nights. This worked out great for me because one, most of my friend's were working at that same place as managers in different departments, and two it allowed me a whole lot of free time in the mornings and afternoons to focus on my physical health. I had been losing weight and getting in shape since the junior year of college, but now I really wanted to get focused and develop the body I've always wanted. I joined the local gym, which was unfortunately a pretty weak place for someone looking to get hardcore, and quite frankly it was over priced. But since I worked out in the early afternoon, it also meant the place was virtually empty accept for the occasional house wife looking for something to do. But no one bothered me, and when I needed assistance there were some very nice personal trainers there that would help no problem. In some places, unless you're paying the trainer, he won't do shit for you. So one afternoon I am getting ready to lift some serious weight on the bench press and I most certainly needed a spot. I got up to look for a trainer and none were around. I sighed. The only person I saw was a woman who could barely lift her own body weight let alone help me with 250 pounds. Feeling some slight disappointment, I turned back to the bench rack with the assumption that I'd have to go lower and not hit my goal. That's when I first laid eyes on Ryan. Fuck me the man was gorgeous. He was tall, lean but muscular, a swimmer's build if you will, completely clean shaven, short messed up blonde hair and down right mesmerizing green eyes. I froze in my steps when he stood in front of me. "Need a spot?" He asked. I was speechless. All I could get out was a nod. He walked over to the bench, I lied down did my reps and it was all over. "Thanks." I said. "Sure thing." He replied. "I'll be over there if you need another." He said. And he turned and walked away. I watched him intensely, wow what a behind on him. It was small, tight, hard, and I wanted to bite it right then and there. I had to stop myself and remember where I was before I let my cock get erect. I shook it off and that was that. If anything I'd use his image tonight when I was taking in some alone time with some lube, internet porn, and a cigarette. I enjoy showering at the gym for two reasons. One, the shampoo they offer is amazing. I don't know what it is or who makes it but it makes my hair soft, and sit just the way I want it. The second reason is that I on occasion get to look at some fine naked men, depending on what time I go, there is a group of guys that lift together. They are big and muscled with beautiful cocks. On the rare occasion I do enjoy scoping the man ass in the locker room, though when I work out this early there's hardly ever anyone around. However on this day, Ryan was showering. And he just so happened to be in the stall across from mine. I select this shower on purpose because it can see out into the locker room at a perfect angle to where I can see nearly every man that's there. I left the curtain to my shower open just enough to see out nicely, but not so much that it would seem obvious as to what I'm doing. So I leaned forward, pretending to stand under the water, all the while peaking over at Ryan, who's curtain was just open enough that I could see inside when he too was under the running stream. He turns towards me perfectly, cleaning himself, running his large hands across his body, the suds running over his well defined abs, right down into...holy fucking shit. The base of his limp cock started at the bottom of his triangle shaped lower abs and it kept on going. And going, and going...all the way down to, and I'm not kidding, his knee. Keep in mind that he is 6 foot 7 inches, and long and lean, so it's not like he's got short legs. I didn't believe what I was seeing, it was plain and simple a horse cock. I heard Ryan clear his throat and it snapped me from my stair daze and I looked up, took an immediate notice that he saw me watching him and ducked behind the curtain. "Fuck." I whispered to myself. I didn't know this guy, and I had no idea how he'd take another man staring at his penis. I was half expecting him to come rushing over and lay my ass out right then and there. But nothing happened, not another spoken word between us, not a grunt, groan, or sneeze. All that was heard was the sound of running water. I thought to myself, fuck the shampoo, I've got to get the hell outta here. I turned off the water, grabbed my shit and ran back to the changing area hoping that I could get dressed fast enough, without seeming like I was in rush, but fast enough to be gone before Ryan came out. But that didn't happen. I jammed my sweaty clothes into my duffle gag, and began tying my shoes just as Ryan came around the corner, towel draped over his shoulder, his monster cock bouncing from one leg to another and stopped, two lockers down from mine. From the corner of my eye I saw him standing there, toweling his lean, hard upper body off, his glorious horse cock dangling mere feet away from me. I wanted to reach over, shake it to life and suck it down my throat, but this was not place for that, nor the person possibly. "Hey." He said. I looked over at him. "I'm Ryan by the way." He said, extending his long lean arm and hand to me. "I'm Andy." I said, reaching over and shaking his hand firmly. I let his hand go and turned my attention back to my shoes, but not before getting one last glance of his beautiful cock. It was just hanging there, ready to be used. When I finished I stood up and said, "Thanks for the spot." Which Ryan nodded and said "No problem." And then I bolted out the door, nearly sprinting to my car. As I drove home, I thought, well he didn't kick my ass, or seem offended, so maybe he's into men. Or maybe he knows he has a perfect cock and likes showing it off to anyone who will look at it. I got my answer the very next day. It just so happened that we were both lifting the same body part that day, arms, so Ryan asked if he could work with me. I thought, not something you do if you're turned off by dudes staring at your cock, so I was feeling positive. We finished our workout and off to the locker room to shower we went. Again Ryan took the shower across from me, again leaving it open just enough so that I got another great look at his oh so amazing cock. The water was running down his chest, over his abs, through the finely trimmed muff of pubic hair he had remaining, then taking the long, spiraling trip down his never ending cock shaft. It made me shiver in my own shower and I quickly changed the temp to ice cold. Again, no words, or sounds were made, we just showered and finished. I took my time changing this time, if anything to get a longer look at his naked body. We chatted again, briefly at the lockers, him standing naked, me now feeling confident enough to stand naked too, though trying harder than I can describe not to bust out a hard on. "So..." Ryan started. "Do you like what you see?" "What?" I said, my heart suddenly pounding. Ryan cocked his head to the side in an obvious manner. "Do you like what you see? Meaning my dick." He said, sharply. "Well, it's hard to ignore." Was my reply, and what I thought to be a response that would give him not indication of my desires. "Are you into this kinda thing?" He asked. Staring at me and burning a hole into me. My heart was racing. I wanted to scream, yes, yes I'm into that sort thing, bend me over and break me the fuck off. But instead I said, "You mean am I into dick? No." I regretted saying that but at the same time I wasn't sure if he was messing with me, or being sincere. "Oh, alright." He said with a shrug. He proceeded to get dressed and we walked out to the parking lot together. He was talking, but all I heard was a buzzing because my head was racing, asking myself over and over why I don't jut come out. Then, right as Ryan said good bye, and was reaching for the door handle to his car, I reached out and took him by the wrist. He looked at me, there was no denying his intensions, he wanted me. "Um..." I started. "I think I've had a change of mind." "Really?" Ryan said, chuckling. "I thought you might." "But I am not gay, I do like and enjoy being with men, but I enjoy women also. So technically, if you need to define it, I am bisexual. Some guys aren't into that." I said, making sure to clarify my sexual preference. I like the new open and honest thing. "It's cool dude. I mean, I'm gay, but I can dig it. Sometimes you like options." He said. "We should hook up tonight, catch a game at the bar near me." Fuck. "I can't tonight I've got to work. But I am free Wednesday?" I said, hoping this didn't change his mind about me. I had to work, and Ryan was a 9 to 5'er, who worked out during his lunch break, so the schedules don't mix. "Wednesday works for me." He said. We exchanged numbers, and I fought very hard to not call him one night when I got home from work, after feeling especially horny all day thinking about his monster cock, but I managed to hold off until we met at the gym again on Wednesday and solidified our plans. I was to meet him at his place at 7 and we'd go from there. My heart was racing all day long. All I could think about was sex with Ryan and his giant penis. Was he a good fuck? Ah, it didn't matter because I am a good fuck and I can turn him into one. But his confidence, sexual or otherwise was sky high so I felt good about the night as I drove to his place. When I got there, my horniness was off the charts. I honestly didn't want to wait until the end of the night to get his cock somewhere in my body. As I walked to his door I made up my mind..."Ryan," I said when he answered. "I want to suck your cock right now." He took one look at me. "Okay." He said with no reluctance. He brought me inside and we kissed. Very hard, very passionately, and with a lot of tongue. He smelled so good. He felt so good, very strong, and I could tell aggressive, which for me is a huge turn on. I unbuckled his pants and dropped down to my knees and looked up at Ryan as I unwrapped his cock, releasing it from the confines of his boxer briefs. He smiled at me, knowing all too well the reaction I'd have once I saw his cock, erect for the first time. I hooked my fingers into the front of his boxers and pulled them down, quickly as I didn't want to tease him, and he didn't want to be tease. Suddenly I was smacked, with what felt like a fleshy baseball bat to the chin. Ryan's cock sprang up, in full hard mast and, whack, right to the jaw. I snapped my head back and felt a pain that I never thought I'd feel from a cock. Sure I'd been slapped with dick before in the chin and face and felt a sting. But I've never felt a shocking blow like that just from pulling someone's pants down. Ryan was unapologetic, which fit great with his aggressive sexual attitude. He stood before me, pants around his knees, and his glorious, thick meaty white cock pointing damn near straight up. I'd never seen a cock that stiff, that erect, pointing in that direction ever. This wasn't a cock that stared back at you as you approached it. No, it had an attitude, like it was sticking its nose up at you almost saying 'you can't handle this 10.5 inch beast.' Oh, but I can. As you know, I can deep throat anything. And when I crawled back to Ryan's cock, I grabbed it, tilted it down, opened my mouth and slid it in. I let the burn of pre-cum, the salt of his flesh tingle my mouth to allow more, slimy, cock sucking spit collect. I slid my tongue up and down the first half of his shaft to get the juices, both mine and his going. I think he was impressed that I was able to take it that far down. Oh, but when I kept going, when I finished the journey, he almost fell over. In fact, he fell backwards. The twist of his cock down my throat was clearly a sensation he'd never experienced. "No fucking way, man." He said, gasping in disbelief. "You deep throated me. No ones ever been able to do that before." "Yeah, I hear that a lot." I said. If he can be proud of his cock, I can be proud of my cock sucking skills. "You want me to finish?" I asked, staying on my knees. He came back to me, and now that the spit was well developed in my mouth, I could take his cock in and do whatever I pleased. I deep throated him again, twisting my head to accommodate for his length and comfort. I reach up and around to grab his firm white ass and squeeze, also bring him in closer. All the while he moaned and groaned and I could feel his knees shaking with each deep throat pass down his cock. Before long I was bobbing my head in perfect motion with a deep throating downward motion and adding a twist both up and down. I had one hand massaging his balls, while the other had a finger up his ass hole, trying to get some sensation to his prostate. "Okay," he whispered lightly, finding it hard to speak. I backed off his cock, wanting nothing more than a facial cum bath from this fire hose of a dick. I sat back, quickly pulling my t-shirt off as to not get it all cummy like. Ryan jerked his cock inches from my face then with one final tug, he unloaded. Three big long slinger splashes of cum landed on my face going from forehead to chin, then more came out in little spurts as I moved my mouth forward to let the remainder of his cum go into my mouth and I swallowed. Ryan held himself up on the kitchen counter, collecting himself. I got to my feet, searching for a paper towel. "I've had a lot of blow jobs in my day," he began. "But no one, I mean no one has ever done it like that, ever. Fuck, dude." I shrugged, knowing full well that I get that reaction a lot as well. However I didn't want to be an asshole. So I just thanked him. He showed me to the bathroom and I cleaned my face off, making it look clean and uncovered with cum. Then we went out. Saving you from the boring details at the bar, it was pretty damn empty and we looked like a couple of straight guys who hadn't just blown each other an hour earlier. We talked sports, life, generally stupid things that guys, no matter their sexual preference talk about and had a great time. We developed a bond. Then we paid our tab. Next thing I knew we were on Ryan's couch, SportsCenter on in the back ground and my legs up in the air, spread to full distance and Ryan pile driving me with no remorse. Seriously, it was a thumping like I'd never taken before. If I weren't an experienced bottom, I'd be in major pain. You feel every single centimeter of a 10.5 cock, especially when it's pounding you. As Ryan slammed his cock into me he grunted and I moaned with each balls deep push. I felt my stomach getting crushed inside and my asshole getting rearranged. My legs were swaying back and forth and couldn't be controlled. I felt my prostate being stroked with each upward thrust and soon I could feel the beginnings of an anal orgasm, something I'd only experienced once. Ryan leaned back, wrapping his arms around my thighs, pushing in deeper and harder if that were in any way possible. His face was red, his body glistened with sweat. "I'm going to cum soon." He said through his grunts. "Okay, cum inside me." I requested. He was wearing a condom, but that didn't prevent me from feeling the full force of his orgasm as he pushed up into me one more time and began breathing heavily, adding more harder thrusts as he finished off his cum. The throbbing of his monster meat sent me over the edge. I could feel a hand free, or mouth free cumshot coming my way. He was about to slip out, perhaps to finish me off himself, but he didn't need to. I quickly grabbed him, not wanting his big dick to leave me. "Not yet." I said, groaning as the orgasm took over. I began cumming. My cock was twitching, flinging strings off my own cum up my body, some landing on my face. I started shaking, nothing is more powerful than an anal orgasm, nothing. The cum was flying from my dick and Ryan watched in amazement. As both our bodies settled, Ryan pulled his cock from me. His limp cock still held onto an overfilled condom and he sat next to me. "We need to do this again." He said. He looked over at me, all I could do was nod in complete agreement. I was covered in cum, my own for a change. Both our bodies were hot, covered in sweat and cum and tingling all over. We sat there for maybe a half an hour before either of us could move. It was funny to be making sports highlight comments while naked and soaked in sex. Ryan let me shower and clean myself before going home. As I stood at the door we kissed. We knew something special was going on here. "I know I don't need to say this, but I will anyway. I really want to see you again." He said. "Good." I said, smiling. "When are you free next?" "Uh, actually I have off tomorrow." I said, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see you tomorrow then." Ryan said with a smirk. I twisted my head with confusion, not realizing that by 'we' he meant him and his big beautiful 10.5 inch cock. "Oh, you will." I said. I kissed him one more time and left. The smile never left my face the entire ride home, and for the rest of the evening. How I Met My Boyfriend How I Met my Boyfriend - FM A Wild Night at the Bar I met my boyfriend at a bar, trashy I know, but hey, you can't ever choose how you meet someone... I met my drunken friend Beth up at the bar wearing one of my skimpy sexy outfits with all of my "assets" in view (hey, I was at the bar) and I was nursing her and trying to take care of her when she introduced me to Derrick. At one point, she had run off and we were talking, drinking, flirting, and I went to get up to chase after my drunken friend and I politely excused myself away as I went to get up. In a quick thrust, he gently grabbed my arm and said "No, wait... Don't go..." and I giggled like a little school girl and sat back down and kept talking. I was so floaty, a little from the drinking, a little from the flirting, I just kept staring at his deep eyes and long, wavy, hair. Beth came bouncing back over and we all sat and socialized and we were all drinking and having a good time. Derrick went to go refill his drink and I dove at the opportunity to drill my friend on his story. She didn't say much, but she did say what a great guy he was and that he'd always been there to help her when he needed. As aroused as I was, as sexy as I looked and felt, that was all I pretty much needed. He came back with a new long island and resumed the conversation. Beth was no help for trying to be coy, pushing the two of us together, and before I knew what happened, he reached his hand under the back of my hair and grabbed a solid fistful and pulled my hair as he leaned in and kissed me... It took my breath away. I probably would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for him holding me up by my head. I sat down, still weak in the knees and he stood there, taking pride in his desired result. Beth was sitting there trying not to laugh and nobody knew what to say. I figured it was my turn to go get a new drink... I could use one after that, LOL. I get a drink and make my way back, only to find that Beth had run off yet again, off with someone else. I see this as my opportunity to step up and decide to make my move, and I bite his neck in the most alluring way he's ever seen... I start by a soft nibble, a little flick of the tongue move just a little and kiss, suck just a little, never enough to leave a mark, and wait for him to get that same weak in the knees feeling. Happens every time. What can I say? I'm good at what I do. He asks me if I want to go out to the car to smoke a joint and I was reluctant to leave Beth, but he assured me that we'd be right back. I jump at the chance, following him in the cold out the car in the middle of the parking lot. He opens the door for me, gets in, and starts the car to get a little heat. I recline the back of the seat, working with the limited space we had in his little Cavalier. He lights it up and we smoke, and talk, and the conversation turns a bit more to the adult side, and I was more than willing to let the conversation go in that direction. As we're smoking, I take his big hands and kiss and lick and suck and play with his fingers, pausing only to hit the joint and go back to his hand. He tells me he's bi, I tell him I'm bi and submissive. Enjoying what I'm doing playing with his hands, he takes his hit and kisses me, blowing his hit into my mouth and shotgunning me in the midst of another deep and passionate kiss. It was only a matter of time, between the kissing, the pot, and the sexual conversation that one of us was going to get daring enough to make a move. I, stepping up to the plate, take his hand and place it on my breasts over the tight outfit. Instantly, his hands find it's way into the plunging exposed cleavage and works their way in, slithering each finger in until it can find the sweet spot of my nipples. He pinches, lightly at first, enough to send shock waves coursing through my body. Am I really going to actually have sex here, outside, in the cold, in this tiny car???? I start to think about how we might possibly be able to position this, trying to mentally maneuver around the clutch, not helping myself to control my arousal. He turns and kneels in his seat, leaning over, towering over me. Instantly, I succumb. I succumb to his prowess. I succumb and become whatever his mind wants of me... He grips my breast, firmly, getting a tight hold, testing my resistance. I give him none. He leans in to kiss me. I am his, then forever more, I am his. I reach behind and play with his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. His hand finally moves away from one tender area to find another tender area. He reaches up my skirt, moving my pantyhose and underwear out of the way with one hand, never breaking his kiss. Gotta give him credit for the talent of it. Almost instantly his probing fingers enter my delicate hole. Before I even have a chance to moan, he pulls away ever so slightly, moaning at my moisture, my tightness, my readiness. He starts to thrust, I start to gyrate. I run my hands all over his body. I undo his belt, then proceed to run my nails all over his back, gently at first, testing the water. I want to feel every inch of his body. I want him inside me. I struggle to draw him out, but I slowly, teasingly undo his pants, losing myself in the motion of his fingers. He lifts my skimpy shirt, wanting to taste my flesh in his mouth and I am more than willing to oblige and give him exactly what he wants. He puts my wanting breast into his eager mouth and sucks in his skillful way. I am completely lost in the moment. There could be 30 people outside the car watching and I wouldn't care. They could just enjoy the show. We were in a fenced in parking lot in the middle of the night anyhow. Only other people that would have seen would have been the other patrons and I really don't think they would have cared. But it's not like that thought was going to stop me at this point. As his hand and his mouth were making quick work of me, pushing me closer and closer, never letting me get too close, I reach in and feel for his stiffened penis. It was only about 7 1/2", but oh so thick. I began to rub him off, exploring his body even more, fondling his balls, jerking him slowly, increasing speed, he begins to buck in his seat, towering over me. Hard to believe that Derrick and I had only met several hours ago, and I've never done anything like this before, but as good as he was working me, I might have to rethink that decision... I toy with him in my hand, building him up even more, but not letting him get too much. I need to feel him inside of me. My arousal building to my own tension point, and then he inserts another finger, three in me and one out. I am now crazy with lust. I rip him off of my tit and shove him in my mouth, never letting go of his cock. I moan deep in his mouth, trying to contain myself and failing miserably. He takes his thumb and rubs my clit at the same time. I need him in me now... I start to jerk him off frantically. When he can't take any more, he stops thrusting his hand, keeping it firmly in place inside of me. He tells me to scoot up as high as I can, letting my head and my shoulders lean over the back of the seat, wiggling his fingers and thumb the entire time, making the task ahead of me that much more difficult. I take the high heels and stirrup my right leg on the dashboard holding me in place, keeping my left leg down to enter him access to my body. He reaches in the glove box and pulls out a condom and opens it up with his mouth. I barely have the ability to muster out the words "Please... let me..." and he's more than happy to oblige as he gives me the condom and I jerking him just long enough to put the condom on him, slowly rolling it down, down, down, all the way to the shaft. He pulls down my pantyhose and underwear in one fail swoop, pulling my shoe off of my left leg to take them all the way off, letting them hang at my right ankle. He awkwardly climbs on top of me, placing himself directly in between my legs. He pulls down his pants and his boxers just enough, grabs his penis, works his shaft over my hole, all moist and ready for him, and then he enters me. My body goes into overdrive, wanting him so bad. He starts slow, building up rhythm, building up tension, building towards an ultimate explosion. I am his. He kisses me, probing his tongue deep into my mouth. I struggle not to be heard by any on-comers, but my body is fighting for release. It's not long before I start to come, erupting and pulsing and oozing over his cock as it fills me. I scream "Oh... Derrick... I'm cumming..." I continue to thrust, riding him for more, begging him not to stop. I grip his hair, writhing each other in a wild frantic craze. I cum again, orgasm after orgasm, the number climbing. We continue like this in a haze, bodies pounding against each other in rhythmic tension. He stops, leans back and has me turn around and lean over the back of the seat on all fours. I do as I'm told, my pussy still pulsing and throbbing. I'm able to grip on to the back of the back seat for stability. Next thing I know, he's actually fucking me doggy style! I cum almost instantly, harder and faster, fucking him as he's fucking me. It's more than we can bear. Our bodies enmeshed, fumbling towards ecstasy. He reaches underneath me and rubs my clit at the same time. He's fucking me furiously. I'm coming so hard. I can't take no more. I'm shouting incoherent things that even I can't make out. The car is rocking ever so much. He groans, cumming in one final blow, still rubbing my clit, making me cum even more, cumming and pulsing on his dick as he shoots his load into the condom. We lay there, trying to move, looking around to see if there's anyone around, thankfully no. We lay huddled in the passenger seat, smoking our cigarettes and trying to regain ourselves, enjoying the feeling of overwhelming bliss... We finally get ourselves together and head up back to the bar, I go looking for Beth, he runs to the bathroom, and I just have to rush to tell her all the juicy and explosive details and apologize for being gone for so long. I know it's not the way most couples meet, but you never can tell what is going to start a relationship. It's been a year now and we've been together ever since. ~ DJ Fetish