In Michaels Craft Store

Five summers ago, I was feeling unproductive as I watched a few episodes of Star Trek after eating dinner. I remembered my grandmother making a blanket while she sat in her chair either listening to music or watching TV. She’d taught me how, so I did a little Internet research and found out what I needed. I headed over to Michaels Craft Store to buy a crochet hook and some yarn. I got what I needed pretty quickly, but I noticed two guys who were also shopping.

The first guy was a real bad boy type. From his slicked-back dark hair to his scraggly stubble, he just looked like trouble. His sleeveless shirt revealed tattoos up and down both hairy arms. His shirt allowed me to see that his chest was also hairy. He looked like the kind of guy who had just got out of prison, and I could see him grabbing me, fucking the shit out of me, dumping a huge load in my ass, and then walking away without saying a word. My first glance at him made my cock start to swell, and honestly, I don’t go for bad boys. But there was something about him.

The second guy was well-groomed with his styled light brown hair. He wore a short-sleeve plaid shirt with khaki shorts and sandals. His legs were slightly hairy with straight hair that matched that on his head. He had a slight build and beautiful green eyes. I wondered whether his chest was hairy as that’s one of my turn-ons. His smile, because he did catch me looking at him, revealed straight, white teeth. I smiled back; we weren’t close enough to say anything to one another, but I kept looking for a wife, or boyfriend. I couldn’t imagine someone so cute to be out and about without a partner.

Once I made it to the line, the cute guy was two people in front of me and the bad boy was at the front of the line. I caught the cute guy eyeing the bad boy, and when he looked at me, I saw his cheeks get red. I was surprised that with all the looking back and forth that the bad boy hadn’t caught on. I was wrong on that count.

The cute guy and I ended up checking out at the same time, and we were next to each other as we walked out. He looked over at me with another big smile, and I introduced myself. “I’m Eric.”

“I’m Ryan. You were watching him, too, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “He sets off warning alarms.”

We reached my car, and I put my stuff in the trunk. Mr. Bad Boy walked up to us.

“I saw you looking at me, you fucking fags. You people need to stop. I’ve got a girlfriend. I like pussy, and I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s dick. So quit eye-fucking me.” He turned and stormed off.

“He’s gay; he just doesn’t want to admit it. That’s sad,” I added.

Ryan turned to me and smiled. “I thought he was hot, but I didn’t want him to fuck me.”

“No?” I asked.

“No, but I’d let you fuck me.”

I looked into those beautiful eyes. My dick tried to get really hard. It was trapped in my tight underwear.

“I mean it,” said Ryan. “Right now, right here. In the back seat of your car.” He leaned in closer to me. “You do want to, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.

I pushed the button to unlock the car doors, and Ryan opened the back door of my Impala and got in. As he did, he dropped his sandals on the floor, tossed his package into the front seat, and slid his shorts down to reveal his hairy bush.

I crawled in after him and closed the door; another click of the button locked the doors. In the back of my mind, I was glad that I’d paid extra for the tinted windows. Ryan pulled me onto him and kissed me. My tongue began to ravage his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, you’re sexy,” he said. “I knew when I first saw you that I wanted you.” His hand reached down and rubbed my crotch. He turned me into a wild animal. I wanted him; I needed him. I don’t understand it now, but that’s the way it was. I’m not sure how Ryan got his shorts all the way off, but I found myself lying between his legs. His hard six-inch dick was pushing into my belly.

Ryan spread his knees apart and brought them closer to his chest. I eased up a little and pushed my pants down. My seven-inches were harder than they had ever been. Ryan spit into his hand and rubbed it over his ass. I looked down to see a quivering hole. Fuck but I wanted to be in that hole.

He spat again and rubbed it over my cock. Just the touch of his hand gave me goosebumps.

“I want you to fuck me, Eric. I need your cock in me.”

I pushed my dick down and forward, penetrating him with the head of my shaft. Ryan’s mouth fell open, and he gasped for air. I thrust forward, and about half of me was inside him. I felt his hands move to my ass, and he pulled me closer to him. I moved my head to kiss him.

“You can come inside me; I want you to.”

I looked into his eyes and began to thrust into him. I wouldn’t say things were easy in the back seat of my car, but somehow, we moved together and made it work. His ass was tight around my dick, and I only lasted a few minutes. I’d never fucked anyone raw before, and I was amazed at the incredible sensation of it. I started to fuck him in quicker and harder thrusts, and when I came, his eyes opened wide.

“I could feel that; I could feel you, squirting and coming inside me.” Ryan pulled my head down to him, and we kissed as my cock softened and slipped out of him.

I was suddenly overtaken by the need to have his cum inside me. I slid my head down and engulfed his cock with my mouth. I used every cocksucker skill I had to make sure he enjoyed my blowjob, and within fewer than two minutes, he emptied his balls into my mouth. Fuck, but he tasted sweet. I swallowed it all. I moved back over him and kissed him. “We shouldn’t stay too long like this.”

“Are you kicking me out?” he asked.

“Fuck no. I want you to follow me to my place. We’re not done.”

Ryan smiled a big toothy smile that always makes my cock twitch. He followed me home in his car, and we spent that night together. We spent the next night together. In fact, since that day in the back seat of my car when he was fucked for the first time, we’ve been together every night. He says he knew when he first saw me. I’m a little denser than that. I suspected when I first tasted his cum; I knew that night when I lost my anal virginity.