Then, as if sensing my embarrassment, he continued, “Oh, is that why you were staring?” he said, rather cheekily I thought.
He smiled and nodded slowly, half-closing his eyes, as if knowingly. “Sorry if I stared,” I said, “I thought I recognized you but I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” Then I thought, “What the Hell! Go for it!” I was sure he had seen where I was just looking. And this much closer to it, that protrusion seemed even more evident! He blinked and looked at me, but not at the car. Up close, he looked to be in his early twenties. His face was essentially clean-shaven but a bit pocked, as if he had suffered badly from spots a few years ago. He seemed slim but in his tracksuit, it was difficult to be sure. He was about 5 ft 9 inches tall, with spikey brown hair and dark eyes. “Nice Car!” he said, standing opposite my window, just a foot or so away, so that I could get a good look at him.
He was only walking back up the road towards my car – and he was stepping into the middle of the road to do it! I decided to try to be cool, so I remained with my foot on the brake and casually lowered the window – electric of course! What he did made my heart start pounding in my chest. It’s really quiet down my road usually anyway, and I watched in my mirror to see what he would do next. I should have just carried on and I don’t know why but I just stopped the car in the middle of the road with my foot on the brake. The thing is (and it so rarely happens these days), he gave me the look as well! And as I looked in my wing mirror as we passed each other, I saw him stop in his tracks and turn round to look back at me – or was it the car he was looking at? The new number-plates gave it away, of course. “Hmm, nice,” I thought to myself as I cruised slowly past him at barely 5 miles an hour, giving him the look - you know the one. I’ll be honest and say that the first thing I spotted was the protrusion in the front of his jogging bottoms THEN I saw the youthful face and my sex-alarm went off.
Nevertheless, when I was going up the hill at the end of my road on a beautiful sunny afternoon in my brand new penis-extension, who should be ambling down the other side of the road toward me than a spikey-haired youth in a T-shirt and jogging bottoms. But then, it’s overgrown youths that are my problem – in so far as I still fancy them like hell, even though I’m old enough to know better. I had just taken delivery of a brand new car and rather like the overgrown youth that I still am at heart, I will admit that I was rather proud of my gleaming BMW. It certainly seems that’s what did it for me on this occasion….(read on) They say a car has “Pulling-Power” and that, for a man, his car is an extension of his penis. Dean Bareback - It Must Have Been the Car!