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�A CAR BUYING TIP THAT YOU WON�T SEE IN CONSUMER REPORTS�

By HOT CAMERON


Indian Summer is a term used by New Englanders to describe a time in mid autumn when there is a week or two long burst of hot summer like weather. I was 18 years old, working full time and going to college. After two weeks of juggling classes and work, I FINALLY had an entire day off. Was I at the beach? No, I was sitting in my driveway soaked in sweat and smeared with auto grease from head � to �fucking- toe .I�d just spent another day off repairing my old Buick. Now it was too late to go to the beach, plus I had to finish a paper for a sociology class the next morning. I decided it was time to buy another car.

I grabbed $1800 dollars that I had been saving for a spring break trip and headed down Route 44 where there are a lot of little �Mom and Pop� car lots. It was an incredibly beautiful day. The sky was a crisp blue and the warm late afternoon breeze seemed to laugh at the leaves on the maple trees which had begun to colorize during the often chilly nights.

I noticed the car lot sign before I noticed what was to be my new ride. �BIG AL�S USED CARS� flickered in aging neon, strangely left on during a bright sunny day. Then I noticed the little black Isuzu pick up, with a bed big enough to toss a surfboard in. Sweet. I jumped out to check it out. Priced out of my budget at $2500, but maybe I could get the price dropped or something. After a few minutes a door creaked open on the side of the old house/office and a small framed, kind of short man I guessed to be about 55 years old began walking towards me. Was this �Big AL�? I almost laughed out loud. He looked like 100 other guys his age. Just an average guy with a small beer belly and a kind face. He opened the hood so I could check out the engine, which looked really good. He grabbed a license plate and we went for a test drive. He was a really cool older guy, and let me �open it up� to about 80mph on route 44. He did most of the talking- about how his wife drove him crazy and business was slow. I noticed that the entire time he was looking at me up and down. Figuring he was noticing that my jeans and white tank top were covered in grease and that I was barefoot, I explained my broken down car situation. He just kept smiling and LOOKING at me in an odd way.

We got back to the car lot and I explained my limited funds situation. He explained that there was no way he could come down $700 on the price. We went into the house so he could check his figures and let me know the best he could do on the price. I asked to use the bathroom, and as it was down a hall and he was still talking on and on, I left the door open while I took a piss. When I went to pull up my zipper, it jammed. I pulled and pulled but it was hopelessly stuck--all the way down of course. So here comes Al down the hall, and I�m struggling with my zipper, and he has this WEIRD smile on his face. �Maybe we can work something out, kid.� Says Al. Uh-oh�..I think I know what he�s been smiling about���..

�If you let me suck your cock,� he said as he reached in through my opened zipper and rubbed it lightly, �I�ll let you have the truck for $1800.� Maybe it was Al�s spontaneous move, or simply the idea of getting that truck that made my young cock spring to rigid attention and pole right out of my jeans.

�Guess we got a deal?� I nervously nodded yes. I�d NEVER been with anyone more than 4 or 5 years older than me before, and this guy was about 10 years older than my FATHER but I REALLY wanted that truck. He explained that he had bad knees and couldn�t kneel down so he led me to a staircase and told me to walk up three stairs and poke my dick through the banister railings so he could stand up while he �serviced me�--- a car salesman for sure. I shucked off my jeans and whipped off the tank top I was wearing.

� Christ Almighty, look at you boy� he said, his eyes almost popping out of his head as I slid my hard throbbing cock towards his waiting mouth He took the head of my cock into his mouth and sucked on the head for a few moments. His mouth was warmer than most, like he�d just drank some hot coffee, and I moaned softly. �You like that, boy?� I managed a whispered� Yes.� He began to lick the entire shaft of my cock with a snake like tongue that darted and teased, starting at the head and ending down at my balls. I have this spot on the underside of my cock about halfway down the shaft that is ultra sensitive, and this guy found it and capitalized on it in a big way. His incredibly agile tongue flicked lightly over the spot on its repeated course up and down my long cock. which by now felt like it was going to split open because it was so hard. I began to moan louder and my torso was doing this weird trembling thing. The banister railings were kind of close together, and suddenly he reached up in one tug ripped one away so he could have easier access to my young cock. This seemed to turn me on even more.

�You want me to suck that cock, don�t you?� I nodded. �I like to drive boys WILD before I suck them off� He continued to lick and tease my entire cock, paying special attention to that one ultra sensitive spot. He reached up and gently, ever so gently began brushing my balls with his fingers and with the other hand carefully dragged his fingernails up the shaft of my cock. No one had ever done that to me before and the nerves along my cock were receiving this unique attention ecstatically. I began to slowly thrust forward suggestively, hoping----praying that he�d soon take it into his mouth; while at the same time not wanting his teasing and licking tongue to leave the saliva soaked tightly stretched skin of my throbbing young cock. My moans were louder (yeah, I�m a Moaner) and I started to break out in a body soaking sweat.

�You want that TRUCK, kid?� I nodded yes. He continued his gentle caress of my almost aching balls while he slowly began sucking on just the head of my cock again. Then he slowly- and I mean slooooooowly began to slide his warm wet mouth down the entire shaft. I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there, but the moment it was buried in his throat he stopped and kept it there, like he KNEW and was hell bent on making this blowjob last as long as possible. After what seemed like a minute or so he began to constrict his throat muscles around my hot pole while slowly bobbing on it. This guy had NO gag reflex whatsoever. I threw my head back and let out one of my famous moans and he slightly sped up the movement of his throat muscles as well as the bobbing motion. This guy had my whole cock buried in his throat for about 5 minutes. I had never had this kind of head in my life.

I started to slowly fuck his throat, sliding my cock about halfway out and then ever so slowly back in until I could feel his lips press firmly against my body. Then I gave a few easy jabs just to assure myself that my entire young rock hard cock was buried in his heavenly throat. He seemed to really like my added participation because he began to fondle my balls lightly again. I was moaning continuously now, dripping with sweat and holding onto the banister with a vice like grip as I slid my cock up and down his throat; hoping that the pleasure this man was giving me would never end. It felt wonderful; getting a fan-fucking-tastic blowjob and the great deal on the truck.

He suddenly took my cock out of his mouth and while he slid his hand up and down it he began to aggressively lick and suck on my sweat soaked balls, taking my entire sack into his mouth and slithering his tongue all over them. Every so often he�d stop stroking my cock and give it a firm squeeze. �You want to come soon, kid?� �Yes��pleeeeeeeeeeeease.� I replied.

He began to suck my cock again. He would suck just the head for awhile and then slide it into his mouth quickly a few times, and then slowly a few times. Teasing it�fucking with it. He knew I was getting close by my gyrating hips and the intensity of my moaning. He continued to suck my young beautiful spike slowly picking up the pace. My balls felt like they were swelling with boiling cum; a slight delicious ache that usually precedes an incredibly intense orgasm. He took his hand and wrapped it around my cock and slid it up and down while he sucked up and down, over and over, each time taking as much of my hard spike into his mouth as possible. I could feel my red hot load coursing through me on its way to a final destination. Faster and faster he sucked my cock until I threw my head back and bellowed: �Aw, FUCK, I�m CUUUUUUUUUUMING!� The intensity of what I felt at that moment cannot easily be put into words. My body shuddered violently and my mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors as I shot my hot molten load of cum into this man�s throat. I felt my rigid cock contract with each spurt of steaming hot cum � five or six he�d tell me afterwards. I sank forward; exhausted and drained only to realize that a banister railing is sloped and doesn�t provide the best support as I half stumbled, half fell down the 3 stairs.

Half an hour later I drove out of �Big Al�s Used Cars� in my new truck with $200 dollars in my pocket (the trade in allowance for my old Buick) and a big smile. I can HONESTLY say that �Big Al�s� is a small privately owned backwoods car lot, and that they take �customer service� to a new extreme.


I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN TIPPED OFF BY THE SIGNS ON THE CAR LOT WINDOWS. HMMMMMM.


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