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-=[ Getting The Guy 2/3 ]=-

As we set out on the turnpike things moved slowly but steadily in the
right direction. The mattress was not large and we were boxed in by big
black amplifiers. Brian had his back to me with a blanket hitched loosely
up to his thighs . His ass was spooned against my groin as I was laying
on my side, so we were positioned to my advantage. I knew I had to first
get him hot. It took me the first 50 miles of the turnpike to work up the
nerve. I began by slowly moving my hand down his side and on to the
buckle of his jeans. For that first hour he didn't move and I sensed he
knew what was happening or what was about to happen but he pretended to
be fast asleep even to faking a light snore(clever boy). Next I inched my
fingers down to the area where his cock should have been under his
Levi's. At first it was difficult to tell if my hand had found its mark.
I slowly moved the tip of my right index finger in tight circles, trying
to discern the shape and mass of his cock all the while taking great
pains to pretend I, too, was fast asleep. After about 15 minutes of this
nonsense I suddenly realized I was way off target! Brian had in the
meantime sprouted a stiff, pressed erection inside his tight pants but it
was twisted down and pushed between his legs. I had been fondling his
pubic bone! The sensation of my rubbing and kneading his ghost prick did
give Brian a raging hard-on but the pressure of his straining, stiffening
cock imprisoned in his tight jeans and facing the wrong way to receive
pleasure was probably starting to get painful. He twisted his hips almost
imperceptibly to rearrange his cock for my eager hand. Twist, another
twist...and then it slipped its nest and I could feel its weight pop out
from the crunched prison of his twisted briefs between his legs and up
against my busy palm. Bulls eye! I commenced massaging his levi-encased
organ with my palm and fingers, although the engorged reward I sought was
still straining beneath the taut denim of his  jeans. So close and yet
..... Having finally found my treasure I began to slowly palpate the
underside of his stiff rod with my fingers, gradually working his
erection so that it pointed upwards towards his naval, allowing me to
work on the sensitive ridge of its underside, which I could just discern
with the tips of my fingers. It felt like a red hot wire through the
coarse texture of his exquisitely frustrating denim pouch. He
straightened his legs a bit to take better advantage of the slow, firm
strokes of my expert fingertips. I could have gone on stroking his cock
in this manner forever and it seemed to go on just that  long. And
through it all the poor frightened virgin feigned a deep sleep. I wasn't
fooled but he probably needed the cover of fake slumber to let himself go
on with my seduction. It was a case of "Boy, was I drunk last night! I
don't remember a thing!" After an hour or so of stroking his still hidden
cock, it became apparent that even in a deep sleep, he wanted more. But
what? In a crowded van? I reached down with my other hand and raised the
blanket that was draping our lower torsos up over our chests. Suddenly
Brian coughed a bit as though he was awakening and he shifted his weight
slightly to my advantage. My hand froze in position until it was apparent
he had again feigned dosing back off into a phony sleep. Only then did I
resume my task. Having slowly and successfully covered us up with the
blanket, I moved my other hand back down to his crotch and slowly tugged
at his zipper taking a good 5 minutes to open his fly and slip my hand
in. He was starting to get into it. It was an effort for him to not let
go and start grinding his pelvis in an admittance of the seduction now so
plainly in progress but he somehow managed to maintain his stillness by
tensing his leg muscles. Keeping up this ridiculous charade of sleep must
have been really tiring him out but his cock was still stone hard and his
quickening pulse and breathing  showed me that he wanted the job
finished. I got bolder. I used my other hand to release my
by-now-engorged wand from my damp trousers.( I had started pre-cumming in
buckets!) I deftly pulled out my larger-than-usual fuck-piece and cradled
its full glorious length up against the place where his ass cleft would
have been  presenting itself for penetration  if it weren't still packed
inside those damnable pants. With as great a sense of purpose as I have
felt before or since I began to slowly gyrate my hips, grinding my cock
up against his tensing ass. This touched a nerve. He began to grind his
ass against my poor old prick. I reached in through his fly and into the
pleat of his underpants to get my fist finally around his thick throbbing
pig iron. My other hand, while stroking the space over his asscleft,
found a tiny rip in the middle seam of his old, worn-out jeans. Bingo!.
Just imagine my joy. My brow was hot with excitement. Using my fingers I
easily worked the rip open to a   proper sized slit with one hand as I
gently but quickly used my other hand and pulled his hot rigid cock out
of his jockey shorts  and  through his fly, allowing  me the  full
unencumbered use of his tool to stroke and rub." It's mine now", I
thought to myself. " and you won't get it back till I'm finished with
it!" I held on to his shoot tool with a firm grip and with steady, even
strokes built him up to almost spurting his load. I could sense when he
got too close. His cock would get even harder and the blood pulsing
through it would momentarily seem to stop. Every time I felt him come
close to the edge I'd stop and squeeze him hard till  the shock of pain
to his involuntary nervous system would choke off his impending orgasm. "
You've frustrated me in my conquest for years", I thought. "Tonight is
payback."
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