I was picked up by a guy in an open top Porsche. He was older than me and had dark blond hair, a strong thick neck and what looked like a beautifully hard chest under an open necked shirt. We chatted and he would look at me occasionally, and I felt that his eyes scanned my body for something before returning to the road. He turned off the highway saying we could take a more scenic route to his town where I could then continue onto the highway.
We drove through some beautiful country and every now and then he would touch me on the shoulder to point out a building of note or the antics of a group of animals. We laughed and relaxed in each other’s company. Our eye contact became electric for me and, with a nervous constriction in my chest, I touched his thigh to point out a fantastic swathe of wildflowers in a meadow. Before I could remove my hand he put his over mine, gave me a quick glance and a wicked grin as he slid my hand further up his thigh and cupped it over his crotch. I felt so excited and my own cock was bursting to be released from its cramped erection.
Emboldened, I massaged his bulging crotch and slid my other hand into his shirt, undid another button, and ran my hand over his chest and stomach. I was not a V but I had never been in a situation like this before, and my mouth and throat were dry. A nervous, electric trembling went through me. Fear and excitement wrestled in my mind!
Not surprisingly, he swung the car into the next side road, and we turned onto a woodland track that took us into a secluded pine forest. He brought the car to a halt and pinned me back in my seat as he grabbed my crotch with an almost violent urgency, and held me back hard in the seat with his forearm across my upper chest. It was fast and urgent, and I could hardly breathe. He was strong and slid his hand from my crotch, under my bum, and thrust me up and nuzzled my throbbing cock through my pants with his face. He pulled back, held my eyes briefly, then pressed his mouth against mine and gave me the best tongue kiss I had had to date. He ate me! It was a fantastic kiss. Hard and strong. Wet and thrusting.
He found my belt, released it, and an expert hand slid in my jocks and finally released a rock hard 7” of throbbing cock. He continued his hard kissing while he cradled my balls and pressed that beautiful, hardened ridge between my cock and ass. He held my cock and twisted his hand around it. He pulled down on it, pressing the foreskin down, and then massaged the oozing juices over the head with his palm. He drew back, breathing hard.
He looked at me with a great smile and said “good”! I was speechless and felt as if I could shatter! So I just pulled him back to me and we kissed again while I fumbled to get at his own cock. He pulled away while he undid his belt, and then held me again while I found the top of his pants and then his cock, which was also oozing juice that I massaged it with.
He moved himself across the car and pressed our cocks together. I thought I would cumso I eased him back and held his cock with both hands while he pinned me back with his hands on my shoulders. His cock was uncut and I pulled his foreskin up and down and held his balls while I did so. He was also about 7” and I could get both hands around it. He slid back into his own seat and leaned over and took me in his mouth and went right down until I felt myself deep in his throat. This man was an expert. I had hit the jackpot!
Sitting up quite suddenly, he said, “We go home, OK?” I was just a trembling body, devoid of thought processes and incapable of making any independent decision! I nodded. I just wanted to leap out of the car, strip him naked, and run my hands and cock all over him. Lick him, suck him, thrust my cock between his legs, wank him and fuck him!
He grinned, adjusted himself, started the car and swung back onto the track and back to the road. He held my cock one last time before I got myself back together and we drove some miles to his home town, not much more than a large village close to Munich. As we approached he said, “I have friend here, OK?”
“A friend?” I questioned.
“Yeah. We make three-sum, OK?”
I gulped. Struggled to get my brain back. It was still in my cock as I had been rubbing his thigh and imagining our coupling as we drove to his home.
“OK?” he said.
“A friend?” I said again.
“Yeah, we make three-sum.” he repeated. “You like to make three-sum?” In my fantasies I had, but never in reality. He obviously knew all about it. “OK?” he said again. My brain was racing and still I didn’t answer. He rubbed my thigh. “We have fun, it’s OK. You don’t make three before?” I had only ‘made two’ a couple of times or so.
He shot me another of his great grins and I surrendered. What the hell? “OK!” I shouted, loud, into the wind that the car eddied around us. “OK!” It was a very nervous, yet exultant shout. Yes, Yes,Yes! My gut was saying, while my head reeled.
He laughed at me and shouted back, “Yeah! O - K!” He grabbed my thigh and then my crotch. He took in my face that must have expressed many emotions and reassured me with a wide smile and said again, “It’s OK, we make fun.” He pulled into a narrow lane next to an old, neat cottage on the outskirts of the village.
“Come!” he said, as he climbed out. I opened the car door and stepped out, taking in the cottage and surroundings, though all was a bit of a blur in many ways. He waited while I came around the front of the car and he took my right arm firmly and looked into my eyes. “Come”, he repeated, and opened a small gate that led into a back garden, almost overgrown with shrubs and flowers and a heady scent hung in the air. He stopped, turned to me and gave a low chuckle, “Your name?”
“Curtis.” I said. “Curtis”, repeating it, like an echo, as if I was suddenly recognizing who I was. I wondered if I should have given him a made up name.
“Ah! Curtis”, he said. “Yes”. “I’m Rolf”…..

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