The year is 1974. I just turned twenty and am still living at home with my parents.
I hate it. But it's a small town and I can't move away until September when I start my first semester at university.
I'm still a virgin.
That being said, I walk around half hard most of the time obsessing about having sex with one of the older guys I see cruising around alone in his ancient car late at night in the small town where I live.
It is the middle of one long summer.
The night is extremely hot and it's just so humid inside. I look at my alarm clock and it tells me it's two o'clock in the morning. I can't stand being inside alone in my stale bedroom any longer. I have to get out to breathe some clear air and walk off the frustration I feel about this one slightly older guy I've been having recurring wet dreams about for weeks.
I'm about 4 blocks away from my home.
Gradually, I start to hear an old car slowly cruising up behind me.
Holy shit! It's the guy I've been jerking off and fantasizing about.
I'm shocked and feel a sense of dirty, guilty pleasure knowing he and I are alone on a deserted street with no one else around at that hour of the morning.
He looks disheveled and frustrated as though he just rolled out of bed.
I guess he can't sleep either.
He gives me a long, piercing, intense look as he makes eye contact with me in his rear view mirror. There is no question in my mind that he has hot, male, rough sex on his mind.
His car is really old - a real junker. I'm surprised it is still on the road.
He goes past me and I look at him and the car closely. Both make me half hard.
The poorly-tuned car idles very roughly as though it is about to stall out or crap out on him at any minute. It looks like a white rusted-out '63 Pontiac Bonneville 2 door coupe. I can see worn blue fabric and vinyl upholstery inside. I can imagine how it must feel and how it must smell with his unique scent.
He continues to check me out as he cruises by.
He forgets about his car for a second and lets his foot off the gas and it almost stalls out on him right then and there.
I get even harder thinking about it and him inside all alone and lonely, just by himself. Just like me.
He keeps on slowly going past, leaving just the rumbling, throaty sound of his old rusted out muffler behind and disappears by turning a corner about 5 blocks ahead. I hear the engine stumbling and missing and laboring as he keeps on going. And then eventually nothing, silence. I keep on walking.
A few minutes later I turn a corner and he is off by the side of the road.
He is trying to start his old car. He is bent forward with his arm crooked over the steering wheel and keeps on cranking the starter. It cranks and cranks but the old car doesn't start.
I stop for a minute behind the car. He sees me and stops, watching me out of his rear view mirror. Such a passionate look of intense concentration, need and wanting on his face. I pretend not to notice and continue walking.
He tries to start his old car once more - this time it reluctantly coughs, stumbles, starts and idles roughly again.
I'm almost up to the back of the car now. He rolls the window down on the passenger side. I get up to the window and he leans over from the driver's seat and asks me if I want to take a little late night ride with him.
I look at him closely now - he is about 28 - 29, dark hair and clean shaven, I can tell that he is hairy and well-muscled all over. I can almost taste the musk and sweat on his body. His hair is medium length and curly and he is wearing what appears to be a fresh, new white tee shirt that outlines his pecs perfectly. I look down at his blue jeans and spot a huge straining hard-on, causing a restless bulge behind the zipper of his tight fitting pants. He reaches and jerks the door handle and the door opens up. I climb in beside him.
I can feel the rough, protesting vibrations from the engine. It's part of the excitement... not knowing if we are going to go anywhere or maybe wind up stranded in the middle of nowhere.
He has to keep his foot on the gas to nurse his old bitch of a car along in case it stalls out. He tells me that the battery is almost drained and if we stall out again, he might not be able to get his old, cock-sucking sonofabitch going again.
He has a really rough male voice, something between gritty sandpaper and smooth velvet with a hard steel edge to it underneath... he whispers to me with that voice.
He drives on with me beside him.
