New Year’s Eve with Chris

“I’m Chris” he said, his green eyes sparkling under the streetlight. Not being a fan of big parties, I left my friend’s New Year’s event and headed to the dreaded ‘cruisy place’. For those youngsters out there, this is what horny guys in their twenties did after the bars closed and before smart phones. And I found a few other guys there, looking for some tail as well.

“Hey. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Do you know how to get to 70?” he asked. “I’m from out of town.” Ismiled because I could almost throw a rock and hit 70 from where I was parked. I pointed and gave him instructions on how to get there. It was a valid pickup line. Or maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t know, but I enjoyed being approached by such an attractive guy. He pulled away and drove around the corner. Minutes later, he pulled back next to me.

“Sorry. That was cheesy. I just wanted to break the ice and say ‘hi’” he told me. I didn’t tell him I figured that out already, nor that I was glad he returned. If things worked out here, I was going to have a great 1995/1996!

“I’m Mike” I told him. His eyes grew big. 

“My twin brother’s name is Mike” he said.

“Well, my younger brother’s name is Chris” I honestly replied – not sure if he believed me or not. Then again, I wasn’t sure I believe him entirely.

We chatted for a while. His smile was engaging, perfect hair, beautiful green eyes – overall very masculine. And he seemed quite nice. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see below his shoulders as we were both still in our cars.

“Would you like to come in here?” he asked, referring to his car. Normally, I’d say ‘no thanks’ especially not knowing him, but there was something different about him. I got into his car and we talked and laughed – poking fun at two of the guys cruising around. One of them I knew, the other one I didn’t. The one I knew already approached me to tell me about the muscular guy driving around. I guess my friend approached him and he had his member already out. He told my friend ‘no thanks’ that he was looking for someone with at least a 44 inch chest. My friend told him that was fine – he was looking for someone with at least 6 inch cock and drove off. Chris seemed to enjoy that story.

Several minutes later and I could tell he was attracted to me – I already knew I was attracted to him. But I lived at home still and had no place to go. And he, seemingly, was from ‘out of town’ and had no place to go either. I thought about it. I didn’t want to spend money I didn’t have on a room for just a couple hours. I came up with a plan. I told him to follow me.

I drove out of the business park and around to a mostly empty road down towards the railroad tracks under a light pole. I got out and turned off my lights – he pulled in behind me and did the same thing. I know what you’re going to say – that’s stupidly dangerous. And it was. But at nineteen and horny, I wasn’t thinking with my big brain – I don’t suggest doing this today. But back then, things were different than today. At least that’s what I’m telling myself today to make it seem less stupid.

Chris stepped out of his car – a nice car I must say – and walked towards me. I was surprised by how much like my brother he looked. He was my height, around my age I think, a bit more muscular than me. And he was dressed nice as if he, too, had been to a New Year’s Eve party. He looked nervous. I wasn’t nervous, but that may have been because I was so turned on or just dumb – maybe both.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled our faces together. The sporadic crunching of the gravel underneath us shared the night with the wet sounds of our lips. He either wasn’t a drinker or wasn’t at a party as I tasted no alcohol on him. Chris’ body was tense but relaxed immediately as his explored my mouth with intensity I wasn’t expecting.

Reaching down, I pulled up his shirt, exposing, much to my glee, his furry flat stomach. His cotton soft hair embraced my hand as I ran it up to his equally fuzzy chest. This seemed to delight him as much as it did me. I unbuttoned his shirt to get the full view. And what a view it was. It was two decades ago, and I still remember it!

In a flash, he removed my shirt, pulling it over my head. It was a nicer shirt that got tossed on the ground and I didn’t care. Nor did I care it was cooler than you’d expect to be shirtless, but neither of us seemed to care too much. I knelt down and worked on his jeans, finally getting them open and down to his knees, exposing his adorable white briefs – briefs that were quite full. I wanted – no needed – to see what he was working with. But, it seemed, it was my turn to remove my jeans. Tit for tat, I guess he thought. Once mine were down, my boxers swayed slightly in the early morning breeze. I could feel the cool air working its way up my legs, cradling my balls and making my dick head, which was wet with pre, a bit colder than I’d liked. He reached down, seemingly enthralled with my piece. While I’m not the biggest guy in that regard on the planet – not even the biggest I’ve been with personally – at almost 8 inches, I’m well above average. 

But now, it was his turn. Reaching out, I pulled down his briefs. Out popped his incredibly nice, upward curved dick, surrounded by a full bush and a rather large sack. It was so nice, I wondered why he was as interested in mine as he was. Needed to taste more of him, I pushed him back against his car, bent down and took that curved pole in my mouth. His skin was soft over an engorged dick. I worked him, using all my experience, which was a good deal for someone my age. He moaned and ran his fingers across the buzzed back of my head. 

Surely, I did this for ten or fifteen minutes I’d think. So long, my legs started to go numb, and I had to stop. I pulled off of him, his upward arched piece making an audible ‘pop’ from my mouth and a wet slap against his furry belly. Standing up, I looked at him and smile, content with the job I’ve done so far. He leaned against his car, eye closed, mouth open and hairy chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Then, Chris reached down to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a foil packet and headed around to his trunk, his jeans hampering any smooth movement in his walk. I stood there, simply expecting another BJ then a mutual JO in the gravel before calling it a night. I never expected to top someone. But that’s what Chris wanted as he motioned me over to the rear of both his car and his body.

Pulling up my jeans, I marched towards him. As I got closer, he turned, bent down and pulled my own piece from my boxers, a long string of pre glistening from the light clung to my boxers as he pulled them down. He stroked me – his hands both soft and firm, milking even more natural lube from my insides. He was a master at this milking. He pulled, tugged and squeezed. Sometimes if felt good other times it hurt. But hurt in a good way. He knew what he was doing as he had already, at some point, tore open the foil packet.

With his dry hand, he unrolled the contents of that packet onto me and, once done, he used the lube he got from me coating the mushroom head and thick shaft, saving enough for his own hole. My heart thrummed in my ears as my normally calm demeanor turned anxious. I’ve never done anything other than a HJ outside in the public. There were houses on the other side of the tracks. What if someone saw us? What if they called the police? What if a car came down the road? What if what if what if!?! The roles seemed to reverse as his anxiousness and my calmness with each other. All that change when he bent over his trunk and I saw what he was presenting me with.

His ass was perfection: round, firm with just the right amount of hair. I was surprised at how hairy he was in front – I was expecting more behind but was happy with what I saw. Being I’m not curved up, but to the left, it took a while for me to find his hole, so I elected to wat the way with my mouth. Dick in hand, I bent over and found his expecting pucker with my hot tongue. He groaned as I massaged his nether regions, eventually causing his legs to shake. This, in turn, shook his cheeks, much to my pleasure. 

“Please. I need it” he begged, which is one of the few things we said during this encounter. And that was fine with me – we talked enough earlier.

Standing up, I ran my still wet head up his wet crack until I found my goal. Pushing in, I was met with resistance. He positioned himself to help and, with a quick push, I popped my mushroom into his pleasure zone. He gasped and arched his back immediately, somewhat pulling away from me. Grabbing his hip, I pulled him back, his hole slowly eating my almost eight, thick inches. I felt him, even if he didn’t want to, resist. Gravel under my shoes crunched as I slightly moved to counter he pulling away. His back relaxed and his head fell to his arm as he was sprawled across his trunk. I took that second to slam into him, balls deep. 

He caught himself in mid-scream as I stood there, having him impaled on me, giving him time to adjust. After a few seconds he nodded his head in approval and I started my assault. He was tight but I stretched him out in no time. My own hairy rear being caressed by the cool morning. The more he groaned and moaned, the harder and faster I went. I remember his antennae of his car shacking back and forth, matching my motions. In that moment, I didn’t care who saw.

His cries grew higher pitched, and his shoulder muscles tightened up as his breathing increased. I felt his tunnel squeeze the big intruder inside him. His noises and breathing stopped. I felt a massive pinch. Then another as he released all the air he was holding in his lungs. I knew he was busting that nut and I was disappointed I didn’t get to see it. His contractions where so strong that after the fifth or sixth one, he was able to push me out of him.

Chris turned around and grabbed my member, pulling that latex sheath off and dropped to his knees. He pointed it at his chest, looked up at me, and started jerking me. In no time I was emptying myself on his mat of grown chest hair. My legs shook as I raised on my tip-toes, grabbing his shoulders for balance. I watched as each white jet of liquid landed on his chest hair. He smiled with approval.

Once he shook the last drop from me, I regained my balance and he stood up. I looked at the light from the pole reflecting off the shiny white strings that crisscrossed his chest as I caught my breath. He leaned in and kissed me.

“Thanks. I needed that” he whispered into my ear.

“My pleasure” I replied, finally being able to catch my breath.

Pullin up our jeans, Chris popped his trunk, pulling out a shirt or a towel. He cleaned his crack and then his chest. He looked adorable standing there naked, his chest hair wetted down and smeared around. I know this was a random hook up for him, but part of me wished it could have led to more. But, alas, the sun was going to come up in a couple hours and we each had our own lives to lead.

He followed me to 70 in his car. I went west and he headed east. We never saw each other again.