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My Neighbor's Hot Set of Wheels

by SDR2000 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I want to tell you about the sexy, married, straight neighbour I remember who had an old, rusting, silver grey '67 AMC Ambassador SST fastback 2 door coupe. He rented an apartment across the street from where I lived and grew up. This was in the mid-seventies. I was nineteen years old at that time and still at home with my parents. College was a few month...

Fun in My Partner's Old Car

by SDR2000 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

My handsome, thirty-something lover bought a non-descript, beige Pontiac 6000 four door, mid-size family sedan right off the showroom floor at the local GM dealership when they first came out in late '82 He worked back then in an entry-level executive position for a conservative private corporation and was trying to present a convincing image of straight-ap...

Beach Trips & Road Head

by Universal_Thirst on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Some opportunities just present themselves. For example, my sister Brenda's friend's boyfriend's brother, Chad, showed up for my carefully planned beach trip, invited by the boyfriend who did not think that I'd need to know. The car we planned to take wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a bitch (which was plan A) and telling him to take...

A Straight Ride

by Royal_Prince on Aug 28, 2017
Gay Male

My air conditioner had stopped working last week. I know I should have had it serviced but as it turned out I was stuck driving on one of the hottest days of the summer. I was lucky to have chosen my clothes correctly though. I dressed coolly in a white sports shirt and matching shorts. At least that was some relief from the heat. I was a little aggravated...

Hot Mechanic/Hot Impala SS

by SDR2000 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I always had a teenage boy crush thing for this one mechanic who my Dad always went to. His garage was a couple of blocks away from where we lived in our small Canadian town (I grew up there and left for college when I was 21). He was in his late twenties and had dark hair. unshaven frequently and was kinda tall and lanky. Looking back now, he was pretty hom...

Just Ride...

by ANNADENTIFIED on Jun 9, 2020
Gay Male

I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing, laughing and crying with them. They have nurtured my mind with lustful tunes but to me that was the only time that someone cared. my memories of them were the only things that sustained me And in some way has taught m...

Clunker

by JFG2000 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The year is 1974. I just turned twenty and am still living at home with my parents. I hate it. But it's a small town and I can't move away until September when I start my first semester at university. I'm still a virgin. That being said, I walk around half hard most of the time obsessing about having sex with one of the older guys I see cruising around...

Rest Stop Ch. 01

by sr71plt on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

We were tooling down the highway in the early evening at a pretty good clip in my BMW Z4 Roadster when Perry started to get frisky. Perry was this hulking blond roommate of mine who also was on the football team, but who was a couple of years older than I was and played first-string tailback. I'd just started college this year and was still warming the bench...

Getting Picked Up

by Manslut1000 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I got off work late one Friday night, having to work till after midnight because my relief was late again, only to find that my car had a flat tire. Not having a spare, I had to hoof it home. Living kind of out of the way and across the interstate I was walking across the overpass when a car honked and stopped just ahead of me. Not wanting to have to walk th...

Naked, Not Nude

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...