It took five minutes for the magazine to slip from Grandy's lap and Pete found himself flustered by the other boy's devotion to himself even after the magazine was out of his sight. The hand was thrust deep busily into the blue nylon shorts, working hard on the hard-on. Once Grandy saw Pete staring at where his wrist disappeared below the waistband, he held his cock up inside the shorts and Pete's heart pounded at the thought of the other boy's excitement just out of view. He too had been aroused beyond what would normally happen when in the company of others and that was worrisome.

"If you hold the book for me. To that page with the big dick up her butt, I can get this over with pretty quick. You okay, Pete?"

"Sure. The picture of the dick that looks like yours. Why in her butt?"

"Yeah, that one. Why not her butt? Makes a tight fit?"

"It does?" Pete said, as his hand felt Grandy's hairy calf muscle as he was retrieving the book. "I'm fine."

"May as well get this over with," Grandy said, sounding like it was a chore he found difficult to perform.

The shorts moved down on to the muscular thighs as Grandy lifted up in a sudden move, pushing them with both hands until he got them out of his way. He held up the hardened cock to inspect it and the skin was almost entirely off the head. There was clear liquid coming from the slit and it had dripped under the skin and a thread of the same fluid hung from the slit to just below the significant notch in his over excited cockhead. It coated the foreskin in a way that made it shinny.

The head was now a shinning darker color instead of the lighter plump pink he'd seen before. Pete's eyes were riveted to Grandy's excitement as he held the book so that Grandy could see it without difficulty.

"Yeah, I can see myself up there right now, humping that tight ass. It does look like mine, doesn't it?"

Grandy's voice was raspy and sounded evil as his hand skinned himself all the way down as he raised his hips to force his cock through his hand. The pre-cum now hung between his forefinger and his thumb with two thin lines escaping onto his hand as he humped it a few times in rapid succession. The cockhead had swollen more and seemed even darker as it became more glossy from the leakage and the beating he was giving it.

Pete felt his own cock starting to reach a point of excitement that he rarely achieved without handling it. Something about watching Grandy stimulate himself stimulated him like nothing ever did before. He knew he was dribbling in his underwear and the idea embarrassed him although Grandy was pumping the stuff out like a runaway oil rig.

Grandy let go of himself and his cock smacked his stomach, leaving the sticky stuff in the small line of hair that decorated his belly below the button. He moved his seat back before pushing the shinny shorts further down on his legs, seeming to be going for more freedom of motion. He checked the mirror for any interlopers and then adjusted the book in Pete's hands.

Pete looked at the thick crop of hair surrounding his companion's cock and he was sure there was a most intense smell he could smell coming from him but maybe it was coming from outside the car.

Grandy leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs until the knee closest to Pete was bent at a forty-five degree angle and resting on Pete's leg. The slight smell Pete figured was coming from his new friend suddenly burst into his nose and he felt his own clothed cock twitching and stiffening in a most thrilling way as he couldn't help but watch the beating the boy was taking.

Grandy's cock filled his fingers as he stroked away, watching it, the book, Pete, and inadvertently checking the mirror from time to time just in case. He stopped jerking long enough to pull the skin completely free of the head as he pulled all the way down and squeezed vigorously before he slipped the scabbard back over it completely and repeated this several times in slow motion. This time he watched Pete's wide-eyed interest in his crotch growing. It was when Pete was surveying the black hair on Grandy's thighs. He found himself captivated by how the older boy handled his package. Grandy squeezed harder for the maximum affect. Only then did Pete realize that Grandy's eyes were on him and he felt embarrassed once he realized he had been discovered.

"You want to hold the book up so I can see it better? It helps. You can hold it to one side so you can watch," Grandy said, and Pete was taken by surprise by the idea that Grandy thought he wanted to watch him jerk off. Not only that, Grandy's voice was now husky and deep and the order didn't sound like a suggestion.

Pete pulled the book up in front of his face so he wasn't tempted to watch the older boy satisfy himself. He still heard the sounds of the flailing hand on the stiff prick. Grandy's breathing was coming in short gasps. By looking under the book he could see part of Grandy's arm and the side of his naked body.

"On second thought, rest it on my leg. It was better with you watching."

Pete lowered the book until it was resting against the inside of Grandy's ever so close thigh.

At first he made an effort to just touch the magazine but he couldn't avoid the naked flesh once Grandy bent his knee up toward him. By this time Pete's mouth had gone dry and he was left with an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach as he was being drawn in closer to the activity. It was about the most exciting thing he had ever been a part of.

He'd heard about older boys coercing younger boys into doing sexual things with them but he nothing like that had ever happened to him. He'd thought about it and wondered how he would react if someone tried to get him involved in such a thing. He didn't feel coerced but nothing like this had ever happened to him before and he wasn't sure what it was. Grandy picked him up and they were involved with the sex deal but it was only jerking off and not the kinds of things he'd dreamed about.

He'd been warned to be aware of attempts to corrupt him. This was the first time anything of the sort had happened and he couldn't be sure how it had gotten this far along but he had no desire to stop it. He didn't order the boy to take him home. He mounted no protest to doing what the boy asked. He watched his hero carefully. Grandy looked as helpless as he was, when he jacked off. He was lost in the joy of himself and seeing another boy do it and enjoy it every bit as much as he did was reassuring.

The husky voice broke into the mesmerized Pete's concentration, "You want to get out while I finish? I'm pretty close to cumming."

"Not really," Pete heard himself saying without even thinking about the question. "I don't want you to leave me because I wouldn't help," he explained further, thinking it up as he went along.

"No, I wouldn't do that, Pete. It's just I got to finish now. I don't let people watch that part too often."

"The little boys you did stuff with?"

"A long time ago. Kid stuff, kid. I'm a man now and he wasn't just watching. He did it for me and I watched."

"He put his mouth on it for you?"

"That's not what I said, but yeah, he did that. Other stuff. He was totally into doing everything."

"Like up his butt hole? Like the picture you like so much with it going up the girl's butt hole?"

"You ask a lot of questions. Yeah, he liked that some," Grandy said, being uncharacteristically honest about something he never told anyone about before. Of course he liked that most of all too and that's why they did that so often.

"It's cool," Pete said, hoping he would be allowed to stay now that he had listened to the things Grandy told him and raised no objections to any of it.

His hand that had become a blur stopped moving for the first time in a while as he gasped air and inspected his engorged dick. He slowly peeled the skin back off the head as his fist stopped just below there to squeeze it roughly forcing the clear liquid to drip out of the open slit. The tip shinned with the sticky fluid that had covered the entire head down to the folds of skin bunched just behind the prominent ridges. Pete examined it carefully while trying to hold his ground. He didn't want to miss this. He'd already seen most of it anyway, he reasoned. He was sure it would be worth his time.

"If I'm freaking you out I won't leave you if you wait outside. Stand next to the door is all. I can get pretty rowdy while I'm cumming."

"Really!" Pete said, even more determined to see the end. "Go ahead then. I don't care. I'm cool with it."

"That makes one of us," Grandy said, still breathing hard and leaning his face on the seat to look at the young boy who was watching him carefully. He felt exposed to him and like he might have gone too far in his effort to find excitement, but like Pete, it excited him as well. It was too late for him to pull back from his climax now. He was almost there and while he was apprehensive about letting Pete watch, he still wanted him to be impress with his potency.

It brought back fond memories of an easier going time when boys could be boys and give each other a hand and sometimes more as they searched for excitement. It was on his mind all the time until he got lucky with his first girlfriend and gave up the friend that had been the answer to his needs for several years, but recently those days were on his mind more often than ever. He was cool with it too but he knew the dangers of getting caught in this kind of a situation with another boy.

He didn't have a clue why he had picked Pete up. It was an impulse deal at a time when things were going bust in his life. His dick got hard as soon as he saw Pete's butt filling his tight jeans in a way that reminded him of the friend he had most often played with as a boy. Pete gave him rude ideas of what he'd like to do to him. He'd thought about boys butts for a long time, watching the guys bending over in the shower to wash parts of their body. He positioned himself to get the full view while they put on a revea;omg show. He knew which ones did it in a way that turned him on most.

He had thought about seeing Pete in the shower like that as soon as he saw the way he packed his jeans. He didn't have to fuck him just see his hot spot, maybe with soap washing down over it, and he'd be ready to pop without more than a couple of strokes. He'd often done that very thing in the steam and with his back turned to the bent over boys who helped him get where he needed to go without ever suspecting him.

The muscles tightened in Grandy's thigh as quick as the manipulations were back on. The easy moving skin was the focal point for Pete. He had no such liberal fold that furnished him anything near the pleasure it seemed to give its owner. He was envious of Grandy in more ways than one, the size, and its accessories were heart stopping. He watched the balls swinging freely under the wide shaft as the hips thrust up to the hand in full thrusts. He saw the hair down under the balls as they swung out and he leaned on the dashboard to look at the bottom of his crack.

Grandy was lost now in his lust for himself, while Pete smelled the fragrance that came from his over stimulated crotch and he wanted to position himself closer so it was all he smelled. He was so close he was sure that he would cum just taking his dick out of his pants if he were only bold enough to pull it out.

"Get me my jock," Grandy sounded helpless and demanding at the same time as he arched his back and pounded his dick hard. "I cum in my jock."

Having seen where he put it, Pete leaned over the back of the seat quickly so he wouldn't miss the rest of the show and he reached into the gym bag and felt the familiar material right on top. He was holding the pouch where Grandy kept his package when he pulled it out of the bag and held it within two inches of his nose. It was impossible not to smell the smell of Grandy's crotch and it filled his brain with the most intense fragrance he'd ever inhaled. He knew what went in there and he was holding the spot where it rested for hours on end. He wanted to put it on and put his own cock on the fabric where Grandy cock rested.

"Come on. I'm right there. What are you doing with it?" Grandy complained, looking at how Pete was leaning into the backseat. He couldn't help himself and he put his hand on the back of Pete's jeans, closing his eyes and feeling the excitement surge through him.

Maybe Pete would let him ... No, he thought, and pushed the idea out of his head but he kept his hand there.

"Just making sure I get your jock. You got a lot of junk in there," Pete said, liking the feel he got from Grandy touching his ass but Grandy knew he'd placed the jock right on top because he had already planned to jack off there.

Pete had no trouble at all finding the jock, but letting go of it was a different affair. He'd always been put off by other boy's jocks but he'd never held his hero's before, and now he breathed deeply and felt his own crotch tingle when he did. He didn't understand any of it but he couldn't stop himself as he rubbed his erection against the back of the seat, while holding the jock over his nose and mouth, inhaling all of Grandy he could, praying Grandy didn't catch him at it.

Grandy's hand explored Pete's butt as soon as he heard no objection. Pete's voice had sounded cheerful and so the hand felt more boldly. Pete didn't care any more and he was intrigued by the older boy's passion for himself, and now he held his gear. This was incredible.

"I got it," Pete said, moving the jock so he could speak, making sure Grandy wasn't watching him.

"Take your time," Grandy said as his dexterous fingers felt the fine ass, waiting to be told he had gone too far.

Once again Pete pulled the jock over his mouth, parting his lips and letting his tongue touch the fragrant material. Grandy's hand was between his legs now, feeling just behind his balls and he humped the seat and inhaled boldly as each had figured out that the other was fine with what was going down.


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