Young, Bored And Looking For Cock: Pt 4

He took his hoodie off.

Sitting there next to him in the backseat all I could say faced with his Black-Irish beauty was “Take your shit off.”

I was godsmacked when I finally got to see him.

I’d only seen clothed pictures of him online and the few nudes that he’d texted but they were all from the neck down. I knew the kid had a hot body but no idea he’d look like Caravaggio’s St Sebastian mixed with a young Colin Ferrell.

Removing my own clothes; tee shirt, pants and no underwear (I usually go ‘commando’ when I hook up) gave me alittle time to recover (no way was I going to let on that I was surprised or taken aback by how he looked-not cool).

Naked, I felt my confidence return as I layback against the door, spreading my legs, absently fondling my junk, watching him undress.

He struggled out of his hoodie, shirt, tee-shirt and sweatpants, piling them onto the seat in front then he looked alittle nervous as he turned to look at me.

“Come here,” I commanded.

Brad stretched across the backseat to lay on top of me, chest to chest.

I looked into his deep blue eyes and kissed him, my lips pressed against his and then our mouths opened, our tongues eagerly making their first acquaintance.

“You’re hot!” he said when we finally pulled apart to catch our breath. “I love the way you kiss.”

I smiled, reached down the length of his back with my left hand, across his taunt frame till I reached his buttocks covered in cotton.

I snapped the waistband and said, “Take your knickers off.”

He lifted himself off me just long enough to sit back on his side of the seat to undress fully, his above average uncut cut cock sticking straight up, begging for attention.

Then he was back between my legs, this time sitting on his haunches, hunched forward to avoid hitting his head against the roof of the car, his eyes transfixed on my cock, not rock hard like his but starting to fill out and lengthen in anticipation of what was to come.

“You’ve got a big dick Daddy!” he said.

“Not yet”, was my reply.

“Daddy’s meat is still asleep, come wake it up with a kiss.”

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