They didn't have a place to play, at least with each other. Al was married, with two kids and John lived with his brother. Neither was out, so neither was willing to wreck their home lives. It made things difficult for them and limited the times they could play. Not familiar with gay culture, they didn't know about bath houses, although they had played in parks, carefully and just the two of them. As a result, they resorted to sneaking around with each other but still, they managed to carve out times, here and there.
They'd fuck in Al's car or sneak into the other's home when they were alone. The thing was that John was tired of sneaking around; he was ready to come out and he wanted Al to join him. For John, that wouldn't be a major change, for Al it would mean the end of his marriage, possibly losing his kids and he wasn't ready to do that. They'd been doing this since they were teens, so Al didn't see the need to upset his entire life. This was the mid-eighties, they didn't have cell phones and no internet. No quick and ready access, so they managed the best that they could; Al was happy with the status quo.
On this night, Al called John and asked if John was free.
"I don't have any plans, but I'm also not alone" replied John.
"I need it, John, I need it bad. Can't we find a way?" Pleaded Al.
"Look, I'm not alone, I can't change that. And I don't want to fuck around in your car." John was slightly exasperated with Al, who always pressured when he was horny.
"Can I pick you up and we'll just drive around?" asked Al.
After a moment of thinking John acquiesced, "Ok, sure. When?" John asked.
"Now, about 10 minutes, I'll be out front." Al suggested.
"Okay, I'll see in a few"
John quickly changed, and told his brother he was going out, which was not questioned, his brother being buried in a video game.
A few minutes later, John was downstairs at the end of his drive, waiting for Al. Al pulled up and John got in and off they drove. Al immediately reached across and dropped his hand into John's lap, fondling his dick, which began to harden, despite John not appreciating another car make out session.
Al stopped at a red light and he began to fumble with John's jeans, trying to open the zipper or unbutton the jeans and touch the cock he knew so well. At first John pushed him away.
"Come on, I said I didn't want to fuck around in the car." John said.
"I just want to touch you, John, just hold your cock," AL pleaded.
Al had always turned John on an he knew eventually he'd give in, so relenting, he lifted up slightly and gave Al the space to open his pants and tug them down, along with his underwear. Al did manage to get John's cock out but it was smashed and small being compresses by his clothes and the seat. It was still hard though.
John reached over and felt Al's hardness. Al was about 7 inches hard and thick, standard cucumber thick. He loved to fuck, not so much to be fucked but he loved oral even more both giving and receiving. As they were stopped at the red light, after he managed to wrestle John's cock free, which he knew was about six inches hard and thick but not as thick as his own, he leaned down and took John's compressed dick into his mouth and sucked briefly before he sat back up. The light changed and Al drove on. One hand on the wheel, one on John's cock. He kept glancing down as his hand fondled his friend's cock.
John for his part had much better access to Al's cock, as Al was wearing grey sweats and white briefs. John was quickly able to free Al's cock and was slowly stroking as they drove.
After a couple of blocks, Al pulled into a high school parking lot, empty at this time of night and parked across from the building. He leaned over and kissed John which was a surprise, then leaned down to, again, take John's cock into his mouth. Now free from driving, Al encouraged John to pull his pants all the way down, which he did leaving them pooled at his ankles.