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Jun 14

Mischa Eliot

Wicked Wednesday: Backseat Buddies

Oh welcome to Wicked Wednesday and what a wicked day it is! I seem to be stuck on guys loving guys, which is never a bad thing because, hello, it can be just as hot as girls kissing girls. Enjoy Curtis and Lee as they fight for the right to be on top.


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The vinyl creaked as I shifted. I knew that Lee would show, he was just running late. Breathing deep into my belly was supposed to help me relax when my anxiety got the best of me. I closed my eyes, trying to let the thoughts slide right through without giving them much notice.

I almost hit my head on the roof of the old Chevy when Lee knocked on the window. He backed away and I forced the door open. It had been two weeks since we’d had the chance to sneak out again. “You made it.” I tried sounding happy, but didn’t quite get there. Inside, my heart was going 180 and my cock started to harden.

Lee grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. “Yes, I made it. Now move over. I want to feel you.” He followed me in, still touching me, kissing me, as I slid over.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Why do we keep doing this? You have a wife.” Guilt wracked me. My stomach twisted. My cock ached.

“My wife is fine with it. I told you that. As long as no one else knows, it’s all good. She has her friends and I,” Lee kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, “I have you.”

“Would it be too much for her to tell me herself sometime?” I needed this hole in my chest to go away. Lee filled it when we were together, until the guilt kicked in.

“We’re having a cookout this Saturday. Come over. Bring some beer or a side dish. You can speak with her and get what you need so I can get what I want. Okay?” Lee’s hands unbutton and unzipped my pants, freeing my length from its prison.

Vinyl groaned beneath our weight as I shifted when his lips wrapped around me. I reached for him when I came back to my senses. I found his nipple and twisted just enough to make him hum while my cock was down his throat.

My head lulled back and a flash of light as a car turned the corner illuminated our initials carved into the ceiling. The soft interior had long ago been taken by animals for their nests. The car used to be Lee’s. We’d hidden it, unable to get rid of it. It held so many memories, so many times we fucked, kissed, even fought. I pinched his nipple hard and held it tight.

“My turn, Lee.” I almost shot down his throat when he groaned his disappointment and pulled himself off.

“I haven’t gotten enough.” He laid back anyway and allowed me to undo his pants so that I could get a taste of him before we figured out who would be bottom tonight.


We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy.


“We should have a fishing weekend and get our fill of fucking and sucking.” I dove onto his cock like it was the last time I’d get to suck him. Lee squirmed beneath me, grinding his hips into my face. He had always been unable to hold himself still.

“Yeah, yeah we can do that.” The sound he made as he tried to get his words out caused my heart to skip a beat.

Grabbing his balls, I squeezed them until he cried out, protesting that it was too much. Pulling back, I started to yank his pants down as he struggled beneath me. “Who will win tonight?” I got the waistband of his pants down to his thighs before he shoved me back towards the other door.

“Me, I will win tonight.” He dove on top of me, kissing me as a distraction while trying to get a hold on my pants. When he did, they came off too fast for me to stop him. He always wore tighter jeans than I did. “Haha, this is going to be good.”

He held tight to me as I tried to force him back to the other side, but once he got a certain grip, he rolled me over like a sack of potatoes. Lee held me pinned. “You’re mine, Curtis.”

I writhed beneath him, trying to buck him off, but he held on. I laid there beneath him, panting, exhausted. I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to fuck him, but the day had been long and hard and I’d used up the last of my energy.

Foil crinkled and a few moments later I felt him pushing his way inside. I pushed back against him, wanting him deep as fast as he could go. We both groaned when our bodies met and he started fucking me like a wild animal. I dug my fingers into the old seat, wanting to come. I didn’t even realize I was begging him to get me off until I heard my voice over the blood rushing through my ears.

Grabbing me by the hips, Lee forced me to sit on him. “Let’s jerk you off together.” We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy. The springs in the seat screamed in protest as I covered it in new streamers of jizz.

That’s when I saw his wife, Vicky, sitting in the front seat of the car. The front of the car was so buried in the trees and brush that it was almost perfect darkness. I hadn’t seen her there earlier when I was waiting. The windows were down and, while the car was well concealed, it wasn’t difficult to slip in through one of the giant windows.

“Fuck you two are hot.” She wore a dark sundress and her hand moved between her thighs under the skirt. “Curtis, would you mind coming over one night and fucking my husband in front of me? The kids are going to camp next week. Perhaps you could make some time for us?”

Lee who hadn’t noticed his wife, who hadn’t heard her over the squeaks of the seat springs or my moans, let out a long, low moan as he filled the condom. He panted and pulled me back against him, kissing the side of my neck. That’s when he noticed her sitting there.

“Oh, hey babe. I didn’t think you’d show.” A snicker escaped him and he hugged me close. “I told you she didn’t mind.”

A car turned the corner and a flash of light entered the car. My eyes widened when I saw that I’d covered his wife in sticky strings of jizz, but she just licked her lips and smiled.


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2 comments

  1. Marie Rebelle

    Hot! And I really like the fact that his wife doesn’t mind 😉

    Rebel xox

  2. Mischa Eliot
    Mischa Eliot

    She’s awesome that way. 😁

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