After watching a porn movie portraying a married woman fucking her cars gear stick in front of her husband, it gave me an idea. I'd wanted to be fucked for some time, but didn't have the want then to kiss, or to be overly intimate with a guy. I'd used my wifes small vibrator a couple of times, so I knew I liked the sensation, but I wanted something bigger and to be honest, different in a very kinky way. Seeing the porn video gave me an idea which I re-enacted in my own way.

Driving out to a well known spot about half an hours drive from our home, I undressed taking off my work boots, socks, shorts and boxers, but leaving on my t-shirt. Tossing myself off first for a little while, I then got out the lube I'd purchased and greased up my cars gear stick.

It was now or never, and I believed it to be early enough for there not to be anyone else around. Lifting myself onto it, I slowly sank down and let my weight guide my arsehole over the bulbous gear knob. It was a little painful at the start, but once I got used to it, it began to feel utterly amazing.

The sensation of pure pleasure grew and grew the more I fucked myself, and the deeper the gear stick went the more I wanted to be fucked. After about maybe five to ten minutes of constant sliding up and down the gear stick, my cock really began to pulsate and I knew I was about to cum. I realized I'd had my eyes closed and just as I opened them I came all over the cars middle instrument panel. The orgasm was so powerful and so overwhelming I screamed out with joy, only to see a guy out of the corner of my left eye, tossing himself off as he watched me.

As quick as I could I got dressed and was about to drive off. He motioned for me to lower my window, so checking all around me, I did.

He told me he'd watched for some time and had become engrossed in just how much I was into fucking the gear knob. Telling me he wasn't gay, but saying he'd often had thoughts about fucking a guy and couldn't help get an erection. Adding he just had to wank himself off. It was then I saw the wet patch on the dry dirt below his feet. Saying to him I was ok with him watching, he said "Next time why don't you let me fuck you".

I knew it was one of those statements men make to sound macho and sexually dominant, but doubted he meant it, or that he'd be around if I did turn up again. Saying I'd be there the next day at the same time, he smiled and walked off.
I spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up my car before heading off to my first job of the day.

The following day I was a little late getting there as my wife wanted dropping off at work, but I was determined to enjoy myself again. Only minutes after arriving and whilst I was removing my boxers, I heard a quiet tap on my side window. It made me jump, but when I looked I saw the man from the day before and he already had his erect dick out.
Not wanting to give him or myself the chance to chicken out, I lubed myself up, invited him in and knelt up over the back seats. Telling him where the condoms I'd hidden under my seat were, he took no more than a minute to slide one on and then to put his cock head to my arsehole.

He was going to do it, he was actually going to fuck me and I for the first time, hesitated. Moving away from his dick, he asked me if I was ok, and I very nearly told him it wasn't going to happen. But I knew I wanted it, I knew if I didn't allow this perfect stranger to fuck me (I didn't even know his name) I'd never in future have sex with a guy. Pushing back onto his cock, I told him to fuck me.

The gear knob felt wonderful, as did my wife's vibrator. But and I genuinely do mean this, his cock was a million times better. Right from his cock piercing my arsehole and driving deep into my body, I felt a nerve shattering, sexual energy that flowed throughout my entire body. His cock felt hard, yet also felt soft and silken too up my rear hole. I wanted him and I wanted him to know that. So as his cock began to fuck me harder, I turned to him and told him to fuck me as hard as he wished.

You need to have been fucked guys, to understand just how thrilling and perfect it is to have another mans cock
forcing its way into your arsehole. I was his and it was the best sexual feeling I'd ever had. He fucked me mercilessly and I took with a growing feeling of need and of a rising orgasm. Without warning and without touching myself once, my cock erupted more than I can ever remember in my life. And the orgasm just kept on flowing through me. He grunted and pounded into me a couple more minutes, then I felt him thrust much harder and his cock let go. His hot semen filled the condom deep inside of me and I was truly happy.

Uncoupling, we sat there. He'd already tossed the condom (I later picked it up in a tissue to put in a bin). We got dressed and moved into the front of the car and I thanked him for such a great fuck. We chatted and told each other about ourselves and I learned he'd had like myself, sexual yearnings towards men for a while. Pete who's in his late forties finally leaned over and we kissed. It was a brief kiss, but long and meaningful enough for me to know he wanted sex with me again. Over the next few weeks whenever we could (Work and home life, both of us) we met up and had sex. It wasn't always Pete fucking me, as I began to suck him off too. But I much preferred it when he did fuck me, and we soon began to suck and fuck outside of the car as the weather picked up.

Pete and I are now gay lovers. That's the only phrase for it. We both know and understand the other isn't about to leave his wife. But we also know we've become extremely fond of each other. His cock isn't huge and Pete and I aren't the most striking of men. But we both have a wonderful time having amazing sex, in my car, outdoors and sometimes
when my wife is working her late shifts, I have Pete's six inches down my throat and fucking me in our home.