Saturday, October 21, 2017

OPP: Car Sex in Chicago

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous. (Scroll to bottom for more)
 (FYI: all links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "I met Nico on AdultFriendFinder many years ago, when I first moved to the U.S. and was having trouble feeding my insatiable appetite for hot men in Unitown on offline attempts alone. Nico was a last year law student, in great shape, cute, easy going, resp"

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Car Sex in Chicago

by Pervertically Virtuous

I met Nico on AdultFriendFinder many years ago, when I first moved to the U.S. and was having trouble feeding my insatiable appetite for hot men in Unitown on offline attempts alone. Nico was a last year law student, in great shape, cute, easy going, respectful. We had many fun encounters before he moved away, and remained friends ever since.
When I realized I had to go to Chicago for work this summer, where Nico currently lives, I emailed him to see if I could stay with him. He said I could, but he lived in the 'burbs, far away from where I needed to be for work. Instead, he arranged for me to stay with his colleague (a young, but straight-laced woman) close to downtown.
It's always interesting meeting old fuck buddies years later. I don't know if I'm still going to find them attractive, if their relationship situations have changed so that hooking up is not an option, if they are willing to cheat on their partners, if they are expecting to hook up or not. Nico was no exception.
We went out to dinner my first day there and chatted for hours. There was still something devilishly boyish in his demeanor, but he talked about living a settled life in the suburbs, working as a corporate lawyer, living with a woman who "didn't like to come into the city". He didn't sound crazy about her, yet thought she was the one and was going to marry her - because they knew each other well and she "tolerated" him. They didn't have an open relationship - they tried, but she couldn't quite handle it. So he had cheated in the past. A lot. Though not recently. No opportunity.
The only time his eyes lit up was when he spoke of his weekly gigs as a DJ (something his girlfriend had never gone to): It sounded like his attempt to hold on to his youth while being torn in the opposite direction by the other forces in his life.
As dinner progressed, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd hook up with him. His face was still as attractive as always, his crooked nose adding to his charm, his blond hair waving in the wind. Unfortunately he had gained weight, and although his bulkier body would've been perfect had it been made of muscle, a lot of it was fat and the 6-pack was long gone.
If I had met him today, his belly would probably place him in the 'unlikely' category. But I knew him. I knew that his cock was of decent size (and uncut), that sex with him would feel good, that he'd really like that. Mixed in with a bit of sense of duty to our old fuck buddy status, nostalgia, and a desire to repay him for taking care of me while in Chicago, it all made a difference. I would probably hook up with him if the opportunity presented itself.
But with him living with his girlfriend and me staying with his conservative colleague, it wasn't clear that opportunity was going to present itself. Nothing was mentioned by either of us all night, and he dropped me off with no more than a friendly hug and plans to go clubbing a few nights later.
A few nights later, we went clubbing. His girlfriend wasn't joining us (she doesn't like to go to the city, right!), nor was my host/his colleague (she seemed almost as lame as the girlfriend, with a TV, a cat, a long-distance relationship, and no social life to speak of). So it was me, Nico, and Sonya, one of my colleagues who was traveling with me. Sonya is as sexually inexperienced and unadventurous as I am experienced and adventurous, yet she is totally awesome, knows all about my crazy lifestyle, and we totally adore each other. Having lived her whole life in small towns, Sonya rarely has a chance to go clubbing, so I was happy to bring her along.
Nico took us to "The Club" in Chicago, a place that was almost identical to all the cookie cutter clubs you find in NYC Meatpacking district - VIP sections, bottle service (though a bottle there cost only $200 as opposed to up to NYC's $800), crappy cheesy house music mixed in with even worse pop dance music, overpriced drinks, overdone women in skirts too short to leave anything to the imagination and heels too high to be comfortable to sit in, let alone dance. The only difference was the crowd appeared closer to current (as opposed to former) frat boys than I remember it being in NYC.
After a few drinks and a couple of hours of struggling to chat over and/or dance to the obnoxiously loud and bad music, we finally decided it was time to go. All three of us walked together to where Nico had parked the car, only a block away from where I was staying. Sensing that we might want some alone time at this point, Sonya continued on to the subway, leaving Nico and I on the street.
It was a 6-lane avenue, a major artery running through the city, connecting two central neighborhoods, but at 2 AM it was mostly deserted with only a few cars driving by intermittently. Without a word, Nico and I turned to each other and locked lips in a long, hungry, forceful kiss. We started making out right there on the sidewalk as if we had been waiting for this the whole night. As if it were now or never. The energy between us was very raw, electric.
He pushed me against the wall of the skyscraper lining the street, and our hands began roaming all over each other's bodies. I liked the bigger, bulkier Nico, he seemed stronger, more powerful. I unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. He was rock hard. There were no pedestrians in sight, so I took his cock out and kneeled in front of him. I gently licked the tip of cock, still mostly covered by his foreskin, teasing him. I then pulled the skin back and wrapped my lips around it, slowly sliding them down until they were touching the base.
And then he pushed me off of him - I wasn't sure if it was an attempt to delay an instant orgasm or because, as he said, we'd get arrested for indecent exposure.
Our choices were limited. We couldn't go back to his or my place, leaving the car as the obvious solution. We got in the back seat, pushed the front seats all the way up, and realized it was actually quite comfy. I pulled his pants down and buried my face in his crotch, sucking, licking, lapping away happily. Except that he couldn't take it for very long. He was on the verge of cumming from the moment my lips touched the head of his cock.
"Slow down, slow down," he said as he pushed my head away. "I don't get blowjobs, you know."
"What?!" I wasn't sure I understood him correctly.
"I don't get blowjobs," he repeated. "I used to, but not anymore."
The confusion and disbelief torturing my brain at that moment must have been very obvious, because he continued. "Not all women are as sex crazy as you, Z. And not all men are as lucky as Ace."
I am always shocked to find out that guys who love blowjobs will date/marry women who won't give them blowjobs (check out this post by Off Go the Panties), but that was not the time or place for that conversation.
Instead, I asked Nico if fucking would make him last longer - since that's less novel than a blowjob. He seemed optimistic about the idea, so I got a condom out of my bag, rolled it onto him, and straddled him. His hard cock felt good inside me, but I didn't get a chance to enjoy it for very long.
Fucking did not make him last any longer. He hadn't been with anyone else in almost a year. And novelty is powerful. He came almost instantly.
He apologized profusely, but I wasn't worried, I was certain he would get hard again. So we just stayed in the back seat, half naked, chatting. The windows were all fogged up by then and we were unaware of anyone out there save the sound of the infrequently passing cars. We talked about his less than satisfying sex life. About my almost overwhelmingly satisfying sex life. I thought about the last time I had sex in a car. It must have been about four years ago, in the parking lot of my favorite restaurant in Unitown, in broad daylight one early Sunday afternoon, when Ace and I were still just casual fuck buddies.
The whole time, he was absentmindedly playing with my clit, keeping me mildly aroused. This, together with our sexy conversation soon breathed life into Nico's member. When I caught a glimpse of his budding erection, I stopped talking, and just slid down between his legs. I went more slowly and gently this time. I licked and sucked and deepthroated with delight, but taking breaks, not letting him get close to an orgasm. I took the rest of our clothes off, got another condom, and lowered myself onto his firm, eager dick. I was again facing him, but instead of getting really close, I sprawled back onto the front seat creating some space between us, so I could see his handsome face enjoying our teenage car fuck.
At that point I was so aroused that I came quickly but I kept quiet, trying to not trigger another orgasm in him right away. He owed me one. Although the steam on the windows was shielding us away from being gawked at by curious eyes in the dark street outside, the exhibitionist in me was wide awake. I couldn't help but think we could be found out any minute, by any suspecting or unsuspecting passerby, by a cop even. If it were a cop, I thought, I'd offer him a blowjob to keep us out of trouble. He surely couldn't resist that, right? Those thoughts, together with the constant sliding of Nico's hard cock in and out of me, the sense of fullness, my fingers pressing on my clit... My second orgasm started to build  and this time I wasn't holding anything back. I moaned and writhed, my cunt muscles squeezing his cock as I climaxed.
As soon as my orgasm subsided, I felt Nico was about to cum. I whispered to him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. It was my way of saying 'thank you' for taking care of me here. I got off him and made love to his cock with my mouth until he exploded in my throat, ecstatic. I gripped his cock hard and sucked him dry.
It was really late and I was giving a talk the next day. We quickly said our goodbyes and I walked the two blocks to my apartment building. Nico was leaving town the next day and he wouldn't be back before I left Chicago. It might be years until I see him again...
Pervertically Virtuous | October 20, 2013 at 10:31 am | 
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of P.V.'s. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it.

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