The early 1970's when a boy became a man...
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"What do you think, Timmy?" my new friend asked as he walked me over to his car, which he seemed to very proud of judging by the way he smiled as he looked at his pride and joy.
"Nice," I felt obligated to respond, although I didn't know all that much about cars.
The Mustangs and Corvettes caught my eye but I didn't know much about cars like this Chevrolet Corvair. Chester did though and he proceeded to rattle off a whole lot of facts about this 1962 car which had a aqua paint job.
The car was very clean and without a dent or even a scratch which for being 10 years old was probably quite an achievement. That was part of the reason that when Chester offered to give me a ride I explained that I couldn't because my swimming trunks were still wet.
"I'll put a towel down for you. That way you won't stick to the seat too," he declared, and after he grabbed one from the back seat and set it down he added, "Now you have no excuse not to go with me. Come on. It'll be fun."
Actually I did have an excuse. I was scared because of the way the man had been looking at be all afternoon in the pool, and after I got into the car he happened to hit on something else.
"Didn't your Mom ever tell you not to get in cars with strangers?" he said with a grin after he got behind the wheel and clamped his hand on my bare thigh, but when he saw what was probably a shocked look on my face he assured me I had nothing to worry about.
"Wouldn't hurt a fly," Chester assured me and with that my journey began.
The ride lasted for about 10 minutes, and as he drove I looked over at my new friend and wondered how I had gotten into this situation. The obvious reason was that I had developed a bad habit, which was an inability to say no, especially to people who either had authority or acted like they did as Chester had.
I guess I had asked for it by staring at the middle-aged man quite a bit, and when we ended up near each other in the pool he asked me that he noticed I had been checking him out a lot.
"See something you like?" he asked, and in panic I came up with the best answer I could.
"Uh - your necklace. It's cool," I mumbled, pointing at the gold peace symbol than hung around his neck but even when he nodded I suspected he wasn't buying it.
The only reason I had noticed it was that it stood in stark contrast to the mat of black hair which covered not only his chest but went down from his collarbone right down to his trunks. Recently I had found myself attracted to men like this for some reason, but apparently I had been too obviously observant when it came to this man.
Now I was in the man's car and he was parking in this little lot that was hidden way in the back of some park outside of town. I didn't know where I was but this man did and now he was swiveling in his seat and offering me something.
"I know you hippie kids dig this stuff," Chester said as he handed me a joint, and while I wasn't a hippie even if my hair was getting a little long I knew what this was. "I can see why you cats dig it. Here, take a deep drag."
The only thing I had ever smoked before was a cigarette I had shared with my friend Gary a couple of years ago, and that one experience had made me dizzy. This wasn't much different but I was intimidated by Chester so I did what he said.
"What grade are you going to be in come fall?" Chester asked after handing me the joint back, his hand landing on my thigh after the exchange.
"Freshman," I told him, and I was just about to tell him about the college in Colorado I was going to be headed to when his hand slid up to my crotch.
"Relax Timmy," Chester said as my heart raced and my head spun. "Just lean back for me."
I sat there and did what he told me to. His hand went up to my chest and massaged my little man boobs, pinching my nipples lightly before letting his hand glide down my slightly soft stomach and work under the elastic waistband of my baggy swim trunks.
Only one hand had gone where Chester's was right then, and she had giggled when she found what she was looking for. Chester didn't laugh but he did smile and his hand didn't stop even though I grabbed his wrist and asked him not to do this.
"It's okay," he said with an even bigger smile as his hand worked lower. "Hmmm... you've got a little hair down there, don't you? Sweet."
"Please don't mister," I asked politely, but he didn't stop although he reminded me his name was Chester.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Chester asked, and even though I nodded I wasn't sure because he was squeezing my dick and making it even stiffer than it had been. "Your dick is so hard. Let me take care of that for you."
Chester looked around to make sure we were alone in the parking lot before tugging my trunks down to my knees, and while I would tell myself later that he was the one that did it there was no way it could have been done without my letting him and even lifting my butt up a bit when asked.
Chester took the joint from me and took one last drag before pitching it out the window and leaning over me. A couple of seconds later he was doing something that I had only heard about, except it wasn't a blowjob like they said it was. There was sucking involved and it felt incredible for as long as it lasted.
Just like I did when I used my fingers, it didn't take long for me to cum but it felt so good that after I came with my hand digging into the armrest, it was only then that I realized that Chester had my dick in his mouth when I came.
"I'm sorry," I said when his face came out of my lap, but he wasn't mad even though my semen was trickling out of the corner of his mouth, a situation he corrected with a flick of his tongue.
"I'm not," Chester said with a smile. "Your little cannon sure fires a lot of ammo though. You must have had that load saved up for a while, huh Timmy?'
"I guess," I said with a shrug of my shoulders, although I had jerked off that morning in the shower like I did almost every day.
"How about you and me go to my place?" He suggested, and before I could say no he was starting the car up and backing out of the lot. "We can get comfortable and have some more fun. I've got beer, and I bet you like beer."
Beer I had tasted before so Chester was right about that.
"Pull up your trunks, Timmy," Chester said as he began driving. "If I get stopped by a cop that would be tough to explain, although I do like the view."
"I don't know about this," I said after tugging up my trunks, trying to figure out a way to avoid going where he was taking me.
"What time your folks want you home?" Chester asked.
"It's just Mom. My Dad - he's..."
"Mine died young too," Chester said. "Well, don't worry. After we have some more fun I'll make sure you get home safe and sound. Okay?"
"I guess so," I said as he drove into what seemed like a small apartment complex.
