by Brian
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It was late August and the Arizona sun was blazing down on the parched landscape. As I drove towards Phoenix, the entire desert seemed to me melting as the radiant heat waves rose from the ground. The temperature gauge in my new M3 read 116 degrees outside, inside the car it was a cool 72 degrees. I had now hit the monotonous stretch of road between El Centro and Yuma. I put the car on cruise at 90mph and reclined slightly, ensconced in the soft leather sport seat that fit and felt like a soft glove. I was wearing a white T-shirt and Adidas running shorts ... on my sockless feet a pair of leather cap toe Adidas, my feet were sweaty in spite of the air conditioning.
Just ahead, I saw a sign that read next services 45 miles. I had three quarters of a tank of fuel and plenty of water, nothing to slow me down. I was on my way back to school ... after a weekend at home on the Coast to pick up my new wheels. From the CD stacker I picked a song that I thought would totally finish off this perfect scene: Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car". As the stereo blared I spied a figure on the right shoulder about 1000 meters ahead. As I approached, I saw a tall, hot looking guy in his mid twenties, he began waving wildly at me as I approach. I hadn't seen another car for about ten minutes, so he was obviously desperate.
As I approached his good looks became even more clear, he was blond with blue eyes, fit arms, chest and long, strong legs. He was wearing what I often refer to as a wife beater T-shirt and a bathing suit bottom. Below that suit, I immediately spied a long and thick penis, visible even through his somewhat baggy shorts. On his feet, he wore a pair of leather Reeboks, no socks! As I pulled up, any thought that I was seeing a mirage were wiped away . . . he was real. I rolled the window down to a burst of hot air. The roadside stranger knelt down and put his arms across the window sill and asked if he could have a lift. I asked him how he had gotten there and he said that he had had a fight with a friend and decided to take a walk. I immediately got a boner as I looked at this incredible guy, covered in sweat and desert dust now turned to a ruddy mix of water and fine sand. I said sure!
My new companion quickly jumped in, his sweaty body rubbing against the leather seat if the car. He said his name was Jeff.
I introduced myself, he said "Nice to meet ya, Brian."
And after expressing his thanks for the ride, he commented on how lucky he was to be picked up, let alone by an M3. He said that he had dreamed for years of owning, much less riding, in this car. He asked how long I'd had it and I said three days, he immediately said, Damn, I should be sitting on a towel or something, my sweat and dirt are getting all over your seat. This comment made my boner stick up on end. I prayed that he wouldn't see as I said, "don't worry."
Jeff said that the least he could do was take off his sweaty, dirty tee shirt, I said that would be fine, if he wanted. As he pulled his shirt off, I could see the incredible muscle and definition in his chest, pecks, back and shoulders. I was melting in spite of the air conditioning. His sweat covered back now lay directly against the leather seatback. I could see drips proceed down the side bolster from Jeff's back. In an effort to cool things off, I asked why he had gotten out of his friend's car. He said he had decided to break up with her because of another man. I attempted to commiserate with him by saying that a girl like that wasn't worth it.
Jeff then said, "Oh no, I am the one who told her about another man that I am interested in." That was it, the monster between my legs could no longer be tamed. He was bi or gay, no matter--I had to have him!
Jeff must have noticed my condition as he looked down at my crotch and asked, what about you Brian? I asked him what he meant, and he said, "Who are you thinking about to get such a massive woodie?"
I was shocked and didn't know what to say, just then he reached over and said, "Would you mind if I massage your member there?"
This was two dreams coming to fruition ... my M3 and a hand job in it ... all I could say was "Okay!"
Jeff repositioned himself on the seat, he took his sweaty shoes off and placed them on the floor. As he pivoted around the seat on his knees, they made a squeaking sound against the leather, he placed his sweaty feet and toes against the right sight seat bolster. He helped me pull my shorts down and I laid my naked bum against the soft leather seat bottom. He then said, "Let me take the wheel while you take that shirt off."
I was now butt naked in the front seat. Jeff followed suit by taking his shorts off. He then planted his face in my crotch and proceeded to suck wildly on my dick. I was in so much ecstasy that I planted my feet and legs against the floor board, luckily cruise control and not my feet were controlling the speed of the car. As Jeff sucked me off, his right arm and hand made their way down to my ankle, he stuck his fingers into my right shoe and began caressing the sole of my sweaty foot. I was about to come as Jeff continued to pump . . . I started to come in what seemed like an endless stream. Most went all over the seat after flowing in and out of Jeff's hot mouth. He then lifted his mouth to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tasted a mix of his hot saliva and my jizz.
I was totally spent from this hot session, and it showed. Jeff asked me if I would like him to drive, I said, "You bet!"
I pulled off at a desolate exit with enough sagebrush to hide our naked bodies as we switched places.
I asked Jeff if I could switch shoes and wear his.
"They looked so hot, I want to try them on,"
He said "You bet," and we made the switch. Jeff sat right on the cum stained seat and sprouted a huge boner--faster than anyone I had ever seen. We had just gotten back up to speed, 90 mph +, and he said, "Okay my turn!"
I moved to the side of the seat just as Jeff had and planted my mouth on this guy's 8-inch cock, I used my tongue to probe around his cock head and then proceeded to suck him off. As I did, I could feel my feet in his sweaty shoes. My hand probed Jeff's foot in mine and I almost forgot we were in the car. Just then Jeff came, he launched his foot against the accelerator. Suddenly I heard a siren behind us and Jeff said "Shit, shit!" realizing that we were both naked in the car going over 100 mph. Jeff pulled the car to the side.
We quickly grabbed at the floor to pick up our wants and shirts but a voice over the loud speaker said, "Don't move! Raise your hands in the air where I can see them!"
Just then a highway patrolman came up to the driver side window and said, "Well, what have we got here?"
I couldn't believe it, we had been caught and were covered in cum--naked as can be! The officer, then told Jeff to drive the car off the next exit and park behind the brush. He followed us down and then returned to the side of the cars.
"I just got off work boys, so you're lucky. You're also lucky cuz I'm now gonna drive this pretty little car and both your asses! Needless to say, the inside of my car was one big mess after that road trip!
