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A RIDE IN THE CAR

Being out in the middle of nowhere made it more exciting. When he leaned forward and took my hard rod in his mouth, I almost passed out. His hot moist lips easily encircled my shaft, and I shuddered when he swallowed up the entire length of my cock into his steaming mouth.

I had heard of the word ecstasy before, but now I was experiencing it for the first time. His sucking was so good; I couldn't help but shoot my jizz into his mouth in a matter of seconds. I felt bad about cumming so fast, but Ken didn't seem to mind. He was only just beginning.

Ken pulled my legs toward him, and pushed them back against my chest in the back seat of his car. I looked down, and he had that blissful look in his eyes again. He told me to hold my legs tight, and slid his hands down around both cheeks of my ass.

“I love your cock,” he murmured, as he rolled the tip of my slick foreskin between his fingers.

“I wouldn’t mind half of yours,” I joked.

He got between my legs and sucked on my thickening scrotum, the balls aching for release. Then, he slid his tongue deep under my sac and blew a stream of hot air through his gently parted lips as he slid up my twitching shaft. He grasped my rod, pulled the foreskin tightly over the head and drove his tongue inside, swirling all over my glans. It was heaven. Suddenly, he skinned me back and buried my throbbing knob deep into his throat.

I groaned, “I’m gonna shoot,” and he quickly pulled off, whispering "not yet, not yet" and began to kiss me, stroking my hair, brushing his moist hot lips over my eyes and down over my chin, finally tonguing my neck. I drew my legs up and his hot fingers found my ass and he entered me, probing gently until I relaxed enough for him to insert three fingers through my straining ring. He deftly finger fucked me, slowly pulling all the way out and then circling my hole with just enough pressure to make streams of precum ooze down my shaft.

He reached into the canvas bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He squeezed out a copious amount and spread it over his cock head. He placed my hand on his cock and said, “Rub it in and down to my balls. Then do it again. We’re gonna need lots.”

As I lubed up his veiny cock, he took the tube and carefully inserted the nozzle into my ass. As he shot the cold liquid in, I shuddered, the without another word he lay on his back and motioned me to squat over his belly.

“Hold my shoulders,” he said and as I leant forward, he gripped my hips and lowered me onto his engorged knob. He didn’t need to steady it as it was rigid, moving only slightly with each heartbeat. I felt the cold lubed head probe my anxious hole, and then he was in. To my surprise it didn’t hurt. There was intense pressure in the anal ring and then he slipped deep inside me without a pause. I moaned, not from any pain, but from the sheer ecstasy of being filled. My ass couldn’t get enough. The further he shoved in, the more I craved.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Fucking fuck me!”

I had now taken in all of massive tool and was sitting flush with his pubes. That alone took me almost to the point of cumming. He sensed it, paused, then began a slow in and out motion. My hips were still in his grasp and he started to rotate me in circles while raising me up and down as he gyrated his own pelvis gently below me. In my mind I could see my ring, no longer wrinkled but stretched shiny tight, gripping his shaft and lovingly squeezing his shaft, milking the torrid juices from his balls into my gut.

He began to stroke faster and stopped the rhythmical up and down motion of my hips. His thick cock was traveling from its base to just under his knob. He made sure his flared corona just lodged in my sphincter, then he stayed there just long enough for every fiber in my being to scream, “fuck me” and then he slowly penetrated all of me again until he was in to the hilt. In my mind’s eye, I could imagine each ropey vein being compressed, the lips of my hungry hole sucking on his pole and massaging the smooth golden skin, until I had eaten him to the base of his cock and could feel the hot curly hairs of his pubes flatten against my gluteal mounds and tickle the opening of my stretched chute.

Slowly he raised his knees, so that I was able to lean towards his mouth. As I kissed him, I raised myself up and braced myself against Ken’s thighs and as I continued to ride Ken’s gyrating cock. Ken began to grunt and moan louder and his pace picked up. I rode up and down his cock in time with his thrusting pelvis.

Ken let out a rumbling groan and thrust me heavenward, as his hand gripped firmly into my ass-cheek, and forcing me down onto his gushing pole. I felt the eddies of hot cream swirling inside me as my own dam burst and flooded the space between us with fiery spunk of cum all over Ken’s belly.

It seemed like ages before the shuddering spasms settled and the remaining drops of semen drooled from our tools. Finally, we disengaged and flopped onto the mess that was once the front seat. We languished for a while in a tangled heap, happy to have shot our best and reveling in the passage of coming back to reality and just being with each other.

My trip back into town was going to be boring in comparison.

MICHAEL KIRWAN (December 27, 1953 – May 26, 2018)

An American artist, known for his distinctively stylized erotic illustrations and comics, published in more than 600 magazines. Although he focused primarily on homoerotic themes, he also produced substantial work for the heterosexual and fetish markets. He worked primarily in watercolor markers and permanent ink.

Rather than a photorealist or idealist approach, he drew characters cartoonishly, to "universalize" the scenes for audience identification. He depicted diverse subjects – including inter-racial and inter-generational scenes, and people from different socio-economic backgrounds – who were not physical ideals, sometimes with disabilities or physical deformities. He wrote "My guys are stand-ins for everyone who's ever sucked a dick, incorporating the lust, confusion, contentment, guilt, passion, and bonding that I observe in the homo realm." His style has been likened to Paul Cadmus, Robert Crumb, and George Grosz, and contrasted with Tom of Finland.

Kirwan began producing homoerotic art in the early 1980s, inspired by his job as an attendant at St. Mark's Baths, a gay sex club. His first published work appeared in Playguy magazine. He produced monthly comic strips for Playguy, including The Roadies, which ran from October 1995 through September 1997; The Adventures of Richie Tease, from October 1997 through January 1999; and Beginner's Luck, which began in July 1999. As the market for magazine illustrations declined, Kirwan turned to commissioned work.

He spent a year as the first Artist in Residence with the Tom of Finland Foundation, which inducted him into its Erotic Artist Hall of Fame in 2004. In 2011, Bruno Gmünder published Just So Horny, a 128-page collection of his work.