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I know I want this ice cream date with Scott so bad, but OMG, his driving is not his strong suit and there is nothing sexy about trying to hold a double scoop sundae and a banana split when you’re being whipped back and forth in the front seat. I was getting a little car sick, but I’m on my date, so I’m sucking it up.
“Turn right just after bridge Scott. That road leads to a hidden cove area. It might be a little more private. Turn here.”
“Got it. It looks bumpy, keep a firm grip on my banana.”
“Oh, I got your banana. Park on the left somewhere.”
“How far down should I go?”
“Hmmm, far enough so I get another date, but not so far that we’re both buck naked in the back seat. Just follow the signs. There, park in that spot.”
“Seriously? Another hand-job? That’s club stuff.”
“Shut it, Scott. The sign says multiple purpose. Back it in and hurry, our ice cream is starting to melt.”
Damn it, Tori was right. Hand jobs might be acceptable on the first encounter, but progress is expected. I knew I had to think of something fast because I’m getting another date if it kills me. I mean, I have to post something truthful on Chang someday. I had about 15 minutes to come up with something and 2 minutes to post that I honestly had club sex last Monday, just like Scott confirmed a moment ago.
I scooted closer to Scott and handed him his banana split and a few napkins. We ate of ice cream and gazed at the moon shining across the face of the river. We also gazed at the other cars parked in the cove and played the “who’s that” guessing game as we enjoyed our ice cream.
“All finished? Here, wipe the corners of your mouth Scott and then I will take our empties to the trash can.”
This seemed as good of a time as any to unzip his cargo shorts and let his crotch breathe a little, so I did. And let me say, the lighting in the club does very little to enhance his profile, but here in the bright light of the full moon, the thing seemed to glow. And point at the moon like a rocket ready to blast off.
“There are other people here, so if you strip down to your boxers while I’m taking the trash, please crawl over the seat. We don’t need everyone here to know that you have a big banana split.”
“But, I thought you said you wanted to be on your knees behind the car so I could snap a photo for one of your fem boy memes?”
“Shut it. I wasn’t expecting this big of a crowd on a Thursday night. I can make a caption photo next week when you take me to the City Festival. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry back and no flirting or flaunting.”
“What happens if I do either of those things, Scott? What will you do if I tease Walter with a blow job by using my hand and my tongue? Would you consider that as a naughty act and make you want to punish me? I know you have a thing for spankings and maybe I will deserve one if I accidently open the wrong car door and expose Sylvia with a mouth full of cock. Oh my, maybe it’s Paul’s cock you want to see? Now, get in the back seat İzmir travesti the hard way and keep your eyes on my ass as I walk to the trash can.”
My lesson learned here was that I need to work on my dirty talk and that Paul doesn’t have the only blue truck in town. LOL, but Sylvia must like guys with blue trucks because she was in there and she had a mouthful of some guy’s cock. I looked on a little longer than I should have, but again, I have much to learn about these things.
As I approached Scott’s car, I could clearly see that he made his way into the back seat and he was sitting in the middle. I took that to mean that I have been a naughty date and I was about to get a spanking. I’m sure I want my bottom blistered, but Tori told me that Scott had a spanking fetish and it might keep me from having to go too far tonight. I decided that a few raspberries on my buns would be worth it as long as I get another date. Wait, I mean more dates.
The best thing I did was to drop my Denim shorts just outside of the back door before I crawled in. I mean, I think a spanking is best served with the bare buns that a thong offers and I did not want to trash these new shorts.
“Oh, so you can expose yourself outside, but I had to hide and crawl over the seat?”
“Oh, another reason for you to punish me.”
Hey, I’m playing by the rules. I shook my ass at the other parked cars and slowly entered the back seat. And as crawled across his body, I paused and gave his fat cock a placed to go for a moment. Not a blow job, just a warm place to go. That was a little nerve racking as it was the first time there was a hard cock in my mouth and he took advantage of his opportunity and pumped my mouth a little. I lifted and continued my crawl across his lap. The other rule I played by was something that is very popular on the fem boy Chang boards. Present your bottom for punishment and bite your lip. No whimpering allowed.
“We’ll work on your other banana split later Scott. Show me how naughty I have been and let me know all about this spanking fantasy you have. Wait, let me adjust you under my belly. There, that’s better.”
Smack, slap, slap.
“The City Festival has a dark parking lot, Scott. We can park in the back.”
Smack, smack, slap.
“You can put your hand in my back pocket as we walk around.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“They have a fun house.”
Smack, slap, smack, slap.
“If we get stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel, I’ll put it in my mouth.”
Slap, slap, smack, poke, slap, poke.
“And I promise that I will put it in my mouth while we’re driving home. All the way down South Main.”
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, poke, OMG entry? Almost.
“And when say driving home, I mean to your place. We can do something while your roommate spies on us. He told me last Monday at the club that he wants to cum on my ass while I’m bent over sucking you off. He’s a freak. He mentioned that would be worth on month free rent for you Scott.”
SMACK, İzmir travestileri SLAP, SMACK, SMACK, squirt, squirt, squirt.
I don’t know what you call it when you rub a guy off with your belly while he spanks you, but apparently that’s what I just did. And OMG, did he ever release on me. My entire front area is soaked, wet and sticky and I didn’t have to my throat wrecked or swallow anything. Hah, this is what I call a good date and a guarantee of another.
Fine, I may have had a little taste of Scott, but my hands were coated as I reached in between us to make sure he was alright and spent. I mean, the napkins are in the front seat after all and my fingers were wet.
Did he blister my bottom? Oh yeah, he did. I’m not sure I even want to look in the mirror tonight. I might see blood spots. Did his finger enter the “exit only” gate? Maybe, but not very far.
“Was that good enough for another date, Scott?”
“Yes.”
“Are you breathing alright?”
“Not really. I just need a minute.”
“This can be our thing down in the cove, if you want.”
“That sounds great to me, but can we be alone in the future?”
“Sure. Alright Sylvia, you can go back to your stud’s truck now. The show is over.”
“Well, I need a ride home. He dumped me after he dumped his load down my throat. Besides, I think you need me. Look.”
“OMG Scott, are you getting hard again, how is that possible?”
“You drive Darby Dee and I’ll take care of Scott. OMG, stop looking at me like that. it’s just a blow job. He will still be “your man” and stuff.”
So, you guys tell me how a person goes down on a guy, as in your date guy, by crawling over the seat and sitting on his lap face to face. And who knew that you could actually hear the moment of entry.
“I said to stop looking at me like that Darby Dee, I said “and stuff”, didn’t I? He’s still your date, I’m just stepping for you.”
“Yeah? Just how am I supposed to explain that my date got a wet dick while I’m driving his car and he’s in the back seat? Chang users know all those tricks. By the way, how many leg squats do you do a day?” and he’s in the back seat
“Oh, just enough to give little faggots like you a wonderful view. OMG, check me out and then eyes on the road, Darby Dee.”
Well, my plan of that cute conversation of thanking Scott for getting me home safely appears to have gone out the window. However, I might actually win this one. For one thing, Sylvia said “and stuff” so my future dates should be secured and two, well, Sylvia is naked and there are no clothes up here in the front seat other than my Denim shorts, so this should be interested when I drop her off at home.
“Here’s your house Sylvia. Are you about done back there with my date? He looks tired.”
“One more time around the block and I’ll owe you one Darby Dee.”
“OMG, why are you spinning around like that?”
“Grab me a condom from the glove box. Your “date” deserves some tight stuff. You can Travesti izmir adjust the rear view and watch. I don’t mind.”
I couldn’t drive around the block because I couldn’t stop looking, so I pulled into the Middleton Park. I mean, that might be me some day and there are always things to learn. And what I learned was that either Sylvia was caught up in the sexual moment or butt sex really hurt. I honestly couldn’t tell which way the screams were going. What I could tell was that Scott was done and Sylvia was crawling over the seat to join me in the front.
“He’s fine, your date is just passed out.”
“From your sex?”
“Exactly. So, can I borrow your shorts and hoodie to get inside my house? All of my neighbors have home security cameras and they point at my house.”
“And then you will return them and make me a cup of coffee?”
“Of course, silly and I know how you like things in the kitchen. We should make it a contest and you can be the judge. By the way, your date didn’t wear a condom the first time and he came in me. I’m very fertile and I’ll probably get pregnant, so be prepared to get over Scott and move on in a few weeks.”
“Fine because he will dump me anyways, but I get three more dates or until you start showing. I also like warm muffins with my coffee.”
“LOL, I got your warm muffins sissy. Thanks for the ride and the clothes Darby Dee. Good night.”
Hah, I drove my myself home and said my good nights to my “date”, my fully sexed up date.
“Are you mad at me now Darby Dee?”
“It’s hard to get mad when someone with Sylvia’s body is jumping your bones, so no. However, your dick got super wet tonight so I get my dates to the City Festival and the Parade of Lights, understood?”
“No problem. And we get to go back to cove this week and park a little further down, right?”
“Is that same as asking me to invite Sylvia? Are there any other fetishes of yours that I should about?”
“Well, the next time you lay across my lap for a spanking you can let yourself out. I wouldn’t mind.”
“And Sylvia is wearing a cheer leader uniform with no panties?”
“Oh, so you and Sylvia really do know each other. LOL. What about my freaky faggot roommate? Did you promise him something?”
“Not exactly a promise as much as a maybe. But let’s hold off on that for a few weeks, like 6 to 8 weeks. Good night Scott.”
The ice cream date ended up as a little more than I expected, but he didn’t run, he didn’t dump me, he didn’t wreck my clothes and I may have three more dates lined up. Sylvia sort of interrupted my plans, but I can honestly claim that my date went home squirting nothing but steam by the end of the night. I mean, no where does it say I have to exactly identify how Scott’s were 10% below empty.
Oops, I forgot to think this through because here I am, running up to my front door in my undies and a shirt because Sylvia had to borrow my shorts and hoodie to sneak into her house. Luckily for me, I am located at the end of the street so I should be able to sneak inside without getting noticed.
I didn’t check my phone while we were parked in the park because of the action in the back seat, which meant I missed a text from Tori.
“Double scoop tonight? See you tomorrow.”
End Darby Dee Daniels 04
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