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    After giving Lincoln the key to the customer washroom, Xavier went to his private office and locked the door. He was unzipping his pants and reaching hungrily for his dick with one hand, while his other hand picked up the phone and dialed the mechanic’s extension. Sheer willpower kept Xavier’s voice even and steady as he issued instructions to Sid to give the test-drive car a quick inspection and top up the gas. He figured all that might buy him about 20 minutes.

    The cool air soothed him, as his hand stroked and caressed his hot dick. Xavier’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe, after all these years, that Lincoln Bell was actually here, now. Xavier quickly went to his private bathroom, and turned his full attention to jerking off. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, to stroke and rub his thick throbbing girth, play with the head, slather massage oil on the shaft, all the while savoring the images of Lincoln’s manly grown-up face. He wanted to revel in every fantasy he’d ever had about Lincoln, and imagine the length, girth and taste of Lincoln’s dick as well as the volume, consistency and frequency of his cum.

    However, Xavier’s mind was already awash with too much stimuli and after only a few quick strokes, he shot a large load of cum into the sink. He leaned his head against the mirror, his breath ragged, his heart pounding.

    He hadn’t expected to be aroused by anyone on a Tuesday afternoon, let alone by Lincoln Bell. How desperately glad he was that it wasn’t a Friday, when he would have been wearing his tight jeans.

    The quick orgasm helped, a little. Xavier arranged his now semi-hard cock so it lay in a more comfortable position (ready for the next erection that he knew was sure to occur), pointing slightly upwards against his lower abdomen, and zipped himself up. Even though his penis felt like a piece of hot meat when he arranged it, he fought the urge to further explore his long pent-up floodgates of desire. But then Xavier thought about the fact that they were about to go out for a test drive together. He was certain that Lincoln would experience the normal reaction to driving a fast car and that he probably wouldn’t be prepared for it and would ask about tilting the seat back so he could adjust himself and then he would adjust himself or better yet he would just lay there for a moment and Xav would get an eyeful of what he just knew would be an impressive boner. Xavier loved seeing an erection clothed in fine fabric, especially when pre-cum had made a small stain.

    That run-on thought thrust Xavier into a never-before-experienced state of arousal. When he realized how excited he was at the thought of seeing Lincoln’s stiff dick, he finally understood that he might fall in love with Lincoln Bell. He didn’t just love his physical body, which was a fine specimen. Lincoln had grown up working on a farm, and had built his muscles the old-fashioned way. Then he went out for football in his last year of high school. No, Xavier loved the person that inhabited that body. Xavier had noticed Lincoln because of how he’d conducted himself in their high school business class: Lincoln was clever, funny and intelligent. That he could afford to consider a Mercedes Benz most likely meant he’d put those attributes to good use.

    Xavier had never let himself understand, never mind experience, the full meaning of his high school interest in Lincoln; he had never given himself full permission to think about Lincoln this way. Xav had always channeled that desire, that energy, into his band or sex with his girlfriend of the moment.

    But in the years since high school, Xavier had come to terms with his bi-sexuality. He knew now that he enjoyed sex with men and with women, sometimes even at the same time. All his repressed feelings for Lincoln suddenly rushed into his conscious mind with a vengeance and coalesced into a brutally intense desire to ravish the true object of his high school lust! Xavier was horny beyond belief!

    He couldn’t stop himself. Once more he unzipped, this time taking time to remove his pants and briefs. Once more he stroked his rock-hard cock, now aching for release and practically gushing precum. He ran his hand along his full length a couple of times, gripping the shaft, cupping the full heavy balls and giving them a little squeeze with one hand, while the other hand periodically fingered his wet pee slit and scooped precum, which he rubbed on the super-sensitive spot under the bulging head. He poured his favorite massage oil straight onto his dick, and felt it pulse and throb under the oil’s heat. He closed his eyes and worked the oil up and down, his hand on the slickened skin hitting raw nerve endings and making himself shudder from the intense lubrication.

    When Xavier let his mind run thru all the images of Lincoln he’d stored up, past and present, he exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm as he zeroed in on present-day Lincoln Bell, smiling and saying, “I’d love to …”
     
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    While Xavier was in his office arranging for the test drive car and dealing with his own monster raging hard-on, Lincoln found his way to the customers’ washroom. It was very nicely appointed, with little soaps and real towels and many other touches, such as hand lotion and a variety of men’s deodorants. There was even a shaving kit! He peed, washed his hands, then stood back to examine his reflection and consider the situation.

    Traveling at high-speed, even in trains and airplanes, had always given Lincoln an erection. He was tingling all over just thinking about getting behind the wheel of a high-powered car capable of reaching 160, maybe 180 mph. He knew he might have a brutal hard-on once he actually was traveling that fast. He gazed at himself in the wall of mirrors.

    Although at 5’11” he was taller than his wife, Lincoln had never felt tall. He knew he was barely above average height for a male. However, he wasn’t average everywhere.

    He removed his suit jacket. He wasn’t a beefy guy but his torso was muscular, thanks to a childhood spent on a farm, and then regular workouts at the home gym he’d set up. He disliked being with people and avoided them whenever possible, which made his success at his work even more amazing to those who knew him well.

    He studied his own face. It seemed constructed of planes, a series of sharply drawn lines from his straight Roman nose to his strong chin, from his chin to his ear. He’d never considered himself movie star handsome or even conventionally handsome. He looked stern. He was often so seriously focused that few people saw him smiling. He thought he’d forgotten how; but then he never seemed to be near a mirror when something made him happy. He rarely felt the need to beam about anything. He didn’t understand or appreciate the effect his wide sensuous mouth had on those around him when they caught sight of it in a happy grin. He had lost touch with his own inner teenager, that guy who was full of mischievous pranks and silly little witticisms, his bright blue eyes shining with delight and pleasure.

    He simply knew that his wife loved him dearly, and he loved her. That had been enough. Until now…

    Lincoln thought he knew himself well and consequently rarely found himself in a situation in which he had to deal with an unexpected erection. He had identified all the stimuli, usual and unusual, which caused his cock to suddenly grow and become so hard that he needed to adjust himself in public until he could relieve himself properly in private. Whenever he thought he would be in such a situation, he would excuse himself, go to the washroom and adjust his penis so that it pointed diagonally up, laying on an angle towards his left hipbone. That allowed him plenty of room in which to grow, as needed. Whatever mild discomfort he experienced only heightened the enjoyment of release that came later.

    The upcoming test drive was just such a stimulus and Lincoln unbuttoned his pants and slipped his hand inside the waistband, intending only to shift to a more comfortable position.

    His penis felt very hot to the touch. His cool fingers sent zingers of sensation through his body. Now he had to unzip his fly and stroke himself a little, just enough to release some nervousness, he told himself, to (paradoxically) calm himself down.

    He loved his cock. The stalk sprang straight from downy blond pubic hair, the balls were large but not gargantuan, and the helmet was oversized, with highly sensitive bumps (his wife had coined the term “mini-clits” to describe them, and once he understood what a clit was and the role it played on a woman’s body, he found himself using the term as well) under the generous cap, which when tongued or stroked, sent delicious tingles of sensation throughout his body.

    He eased his stiffening penis through the fly of his tailored pants. The relatively cool air of the room (compared with the heat of entrapment), at first had the desired effect and his erection abated.

    He should have stopped then. He hadn’t intended to masturbate for any length of time, only to rub himself a little bit. He knew he should just put his penis away, “in the upright position” (as it were) and wait until he got home. But the giant mirrors beckoned and he couldn’t stop. He hadn’t watched himself masturbate in a very long time, having felt shy and almost ashamed. Now he found the sight incredibly arousing. His boner was long and relatively slim for its length. He lightly stroked the silky skin of the shaft, saw the reflection of a drop of precum appear in the slit and slide off onto the floor. He watched his face respond to pressure applied to his most sensitive of zones. He rubbed a thumb over the voluptuous satiny helmet, then worked the resulting glob of precum to stimulate “mini-clit row” causing another dollop of precum to appear. His forehead beaded. He watched his grimace of pleasure as he rubbed the next batch of precum all over the cap, then lifted a finger to his mouth to taste himself. The taste was not unpleasant at all – not very salty, almost sweet. His hot silky penis warmed his hand and the action of watching himself turned him on to the point where he wondered if he would be able to stop. Even though he doubted anyone would enter the room (Xavier had locked the front door of the showroom after the junior employees had left, and there were no other customers), he had never masturbated until climax anywhere but at home. But now, had he gone beyond the point of no return?

    “What if someone comes in?” he thought. Instead of cooling his desire, the thought made his cock twitch even more, which some part of him found very unusual. The image of Xavier appeared in his mind - what if he walked in? Lincoln surprised himself again by producing another glob of precum at the very thought.

    He kept trying to convince himself to stop. He even made an effort to fit his fully erect, now throbbing, cock back into his pants through the zippered opening, but the swollen bone was rock-like and inflexible. It would not bend. He would have to undress. He carefully slid his pants and boxers down and over his erection, which seemed to enjoy making an exhibition of itself. He told himself he was just doing this so he could put his clothes on without doing himself an injury. But once the pants lay puddled at his feet, he stepped out of them and stood up straight. He looked once more at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t take his eyes off his stiff wet cock, the gorgeous shaft proudly sticking out from its blond forest, the whole completely exposed and gloriously unencumbered by clothing. And once he looked, he had to touch. And once he touched, his dick pulsed and demanded satisfaction. He couldn’t force himself back into the confines of clothing without giving himself some release.

    He couldn’t imagine what had caused him to be so aroused. He hadn’t even been in the car yet! All he knew was he couldn’t think straight until he had finished what he’d started.

    The precum was dripping, demanding to be licked, fingered, spread like icing all over the head and underneath! He finally let go of the idea of stopping. He gave his dick his full attention and began rubbing and stroking in earnest.

    The image of Xavier flashed in his mind again, and his whole being twitched. His penis hardened even more. Did he really hope Xavier would come in? Not really - Yes, he thought in a jumble, as he watched himself stroking and caressing his own penis, trying to imagine how he would look to Xavier, and wondering what Xavier would think if he did happen to suddenly appear and see him like this. He fingered his wet slit. More precum – what he thought of as ‘the icing of precum’ - spurted. He wondered, "Would Xavier take his cock in his mouth? Would it feel different from when Kate sucked it?" Lincoln shuddered a little and spread the liquid icing all down the shaft, making even more precum spurt out. It seemed like a gorgeous cycle that fed on itself, but now his balls were filling up and tightening. His orgasm was nearing but he didn’t want to finish off yet.

    Would Xavier know where to lick him, or would he have to show him? Lincoln stroked his own balls and gripped his swollen cock around the base, moving his hand up around the middle of the shaft. He licked a finger and ran it down the large vein, sending a delicious sensation up his spine. Then he gripped his stiff dick with both hands, and did his best to imitate the sensation of his wife’s pussy as she orgasmed, when she clutched and released and then re-clutched his engorged stiffness even tighter. He made himself look directly at his cock, rather than at its reflection, so he could watch it change color as he gripped and released it. And what if Xavier did walk in, what did Lincoln think he would do? Order him from the premises? Fall down on his knees and beg to be allowed to suck him? The thought flitted in, “What do I wish he would do?” And the image of Xavier opening his mouth and taking his cock with his tongue sent him over the edge. “Oh god! Oh my god, I’m going to cum.”

    He turned from the full-length mirror and shuffled a half step over to the closest sink. His mind was awash in images and thoughts and he stood holding his hot cock as it pulsed and spurted cum into the sink. He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch how his dick looked during orgasm, how the cum came out, how his hands gripped, how he cupped his balls and lightly squeezed them, milking the last drops of semen.

    It was as if he were preparing himself to be watched by someone new, someone male. Lincoln held his spurting cock, his seed all over the sink, his face flushed and beaded with sweat, and the thought flashed that he was simply jacking off in the men’s room. That calmed him down in a hurry. He got dressed and went to meet Xavier for the test drive.
     
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    This is an excerpt from a much longer story, which I'm still writing. I have the basic storylines worked out - what will happen and when, with lots of great sex scenes planned - between the two men each of them with their wives, the two men together, and then various orgies and "beyond." The working title of the sex novel is "The Swap;" the above two posts are excerpted from Chapter 1.

    I just wanted to post a little bit and see what you all think. Did it turn you on even a little? Any thoughts, comments, critiques & suggestions welcome.
     
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    Great so far ...
     
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    FABulous story thus far...keep it coming
     
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