Twofers Tuesday

Rarely in my street walking days did I ever encounter a car with two people inside pulling up to the curb. The ones that did were either passers-by seeking directions or cops seeking information. One Tuesday afternoon I was approached by such a car. The driver was a pleasant looking sort in his late forties or early fifties and his passenger late thirties or early forties. Both men were attractive but a little geeky. They were casually dressed with pencil holders in their shirt pocket; the older one was wearing black rimmed eye glasses.

“What’s up?” I asked thinking they wanted directions.
“Uh, uh we were…” The older man stuttered.
“We’re looking for some action.” The younger one interrupted.

“Oh! What kind of action might that be?” I smiled and asked.
“The kind where we get blow jobs.” The younger man said in retort.
“Well I charge $20 a pop.” I suggested.
“Any group discounts?” The younger man inquired.
“I’ll do you both for $30. Cash right now of I walk.” I answered back.

The two of them whispered to each other for a minute or two. I almost thought about turning around and walking away, but $30 was $30. When the younger guy turned his head back toward me, I actually was about to walk off.
“Alright,” the younger man said, “You’ve got a deal.”
“Great,” I replied, “Where do you want to go?”

“How about we ride around?” The younger man suggested.
“Why not?” I answered with a smile.

The young man then got out of the car and held it open for me to get in, then walked around to the driver’s side. The older man got out and entered the back seat from the opposite side and we pulled away. We drove to the on ramp to I-81 and headed north. As soon as we were on the expressway the older man undid his trousers a pulled out his dick for me. I reached over and grabbed it, stroking it slowly. The man seemed awfully nervous so I bent over and softly kissed his prick for a few moments to try to help him feel at ease. It must have worked because he promptly began to get hard and of course I promptly began a full bore blow job.

The one thing that I have always loved about sucking a guy’s cock was that no matter how shy they were when you start, they loosen up and often become more assertive once you get going. This was definitely the case with the older guy. Anyone who had ever driven on I-81 between Syracuse and Mattydale knows all too well how bumping it can get. It was no different then, my professional motion was constantly interrupted by the bumps, with every pothole my head would slam down on his cock. I am sure that he loved that part, I am equally as certain that my head hitting his abdomen so hard was a bit uncomfortable.

The young guy must have noticed, because he turned up toward the airport and headed for the parking lot. A much smoother ride at this point the parking lot was. I started working my head up and down in a more consistent pace and was really starting to get into it, so much so that I never noticed that the young guy pulled into the paid lot area and got a time ticket.

By now the older gentleman was totally relaxed. I could tell because his fingers were working through my hair which felt so good as I worshipped his cock. The younger man pulled into a parking space, shut off the engine and repositioned himself to watch. I paused momentarily and moved my body over so he could have a better view of me taking his friends cock all the way down my throat, then all the way up so my lips barely touched the crown of his throbbing member.

“He looks like he is really good,” The younger man said to the older gent.
“MMMM, he is indeed,” He answered as I sucked on his tool.
“That’s it man, suck it, suck it.” The young guy said to me.

All the talk and the thought of the other guy watching turned me on to know end. I sucked just slow enough to enhance the old man’s pleasure and just slow enough to prolong the experience. The side benefit was that the younger man was getting hotter than an egg on a fire pan. I continued on for maybe five minutes before the old man’s thighs tightened and the inevitable stream of how go began to shoot out. I lifted my mouth just far enough away that the young man watching could see the jism shoot between my lips, and then I dove down and took the entirety of the old man’s cock down my throat.

I held my head down swallowing every drop while the gent wiggled, squirmed, oohed and aahed until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled my head away and as soon as he released his hand I dove right back down and licked his cock again, a trick that I learned most older guys like.

At that point I sat up and leaned my head back on the seat to catch my breath and ready myself for the young guy. I am so glad that I did. When the two changed seats the young guy wasn’t even back in the car when he started to unzip. He dropped his pants to his knees exposing a rock hard rod and a huge set of balls. If you had ever seen a bull in a pasture it was a sight that was more than comparable.

I repositioned myself and took his rock hard sausage in my left hand and attacked his balls with my mouth. He was very happy when I did that, I knew because his legs spread wide open when I did. I washed his balls with my tongue and then took them both in my mouth while I stroked him. So hard were those balls and so large his scrotum my mouth was stuffed as though I had a twelve inch cock in there. While I washed his balls with saliva and tugged on his rod he started thrusting his hips and moaning.

After my scrotal appetizer I licked my way up his shaft to the tip and began the main course. He took both of his hands and put them on my head just firm enough to guide me in a steady up and down motion. It was heavenly and my gay ass was enjoying every minute of the action. My saliva was now running down his shaft on the upswing making for an easy glide on the down stroke. His cock was a perfect size, not too long, not too thick but enough of both to fill my hungry mouth. He just kept working my head up and down.

His cock started to swell but wasn’t quite ready to fire so he started working my head faster and harder. I was gagging and chocking but loving every minute of the ride, So intense was it, that I didn’t even notice that the old guy had started the car and headed for the gate.
“That will be $4.50.” I heard a woman’s voice say.
“Here you go exact change,” the old man replied.

“OH MY GOD!” The woman’s voice screamed as the old guy drove off.

Startled I looked up and just as I did the young guys cum started shooting at my chin. I remember just catching a glimpse of that woman’s terrified face in the toll booth. The old guy sped off and I could tell he was scared to death. I have no idea what possessed him to leave the lot.

Once everyone’s blood pressure seemed to drop I started laughing uncontrollably, after all it was fucking funny. My laughter must have been infectious because soon the three of us were laughing and making jokes as we drove back to the city.