Shawn & Jer

Shawn and Jared had been together for 18 years now, and as in all relationships their sex life grew a tad boring. For their vacation this year, they decided to drive to Tahoe, rent a cabin and spent an intimate weekend together Shawn was the breadwinner, although he never lauded that over Jared and Jared always had free reign over their money. Afterall, Jared took care of all the everyday things Shawn hated to deal with. Shawn worked part time, and took care of the bills, the shopping, most often the cooking and the cleaning. It was a perfect match, especially since they had insane fun together almost always. Along the way, Jared asked Shawn what he thought about having a threesome. Shawn, somewhat conservative, had his reservations. Shawn didn’t persist, but he was determined to spice up their sex life one way or another. Once out of the city limits, traffic thinned out and Shawn put the car on cruise control. He leaned back, one hand on the wheel and told Jared how excited he’d been about this weekend. Jared ran his fingers through Shawn’s thick brown locks, and returned the sentiment. Jared caressed Shawn’s neck, and ears, leaning over a few times to run the tip of his tongue over the edge of Shawn’s ear. Shawn smiled and with an "mmmmmm" he reclined his bucket seat just a notch or two. Jared could see the bulge in Shawn’s pants, and he wanted to suck Shawn off but wasn't sure if Shawn would go for it. Jared slipped his hand down between Shawn’s legs and lightly massaged the quickly hardening package. Shawn’s eyes closed for a second and his legs flopped even wider as if he were inviting Shawn in for a taste. Unable to resist, Jared unzipped Shawn’s pants, and slipped his fingers in the hatch of Shawn’s briefs. After a few minutes of stroking Shawn’s hard cock, he pulled it and dropped his mouth over the erect shaft. Shawn’s legs instinctively jerked closed as he worried about who might see, or worse, crashing the car. But, Jared didn’t lift his mouth from his man’s tasty cock. No, he kept right on and after a while, Shawn relaxed. Jared felt Shawn’s fingers in his hair and his own dick started to throb. Jared took Shawn’s dick deep with each soft bob of his head, and Shawn’s hips started to thrust upward, searching for deeper throat. Jared obliged, but didn’t pick up the pace. It was a long drive, Jared thought, no need to rush this. The miles whizzed by and Shawn tried to stay alert, mainly for cops, but keeping his mind on the road became increasingly difficult. He did, however, manage to keep them in one lane while gently fucking the back of Jared’s throat. Occasionally, Jared would slip down to suck Shawn’s balls, his fingers dancing around the swollen cock. Shawn’s strong hand made his way down Jared’s back, under his shirt, caressing the smooth man’s skin. Shawn’s acceptance of Jared’s blowjob now gave him his own raging hard on. Jared mouthed Shawn’s shaft again, while unzipping his own pants just to give his cock some room to breathe. He worked Shawn’s dick slowly, never letting his man come, torturing Shawn with his adept tongue and mouth. Shawn slouched down in his seat, and unbuckled his belt. Jared followed his lead and slipped Shawn’s pants and briefs down off Shawn’s knees. Jared now played with Shawn’s balls, squeezing lightly, massaging them, still slowly sucking Shawn’s throbbing cock. Jared slipped a finger down between Shawn’s ass. Shawn slouched even more, until his butt hung off the edge of the seat. Jared fingered Shawn’s asshole, teasing the rim, circling it, pressing against it, then suddenly pushing the tip of his finger inside. Shawn’s eyes rolled a little and Jared continued to slowly suck him off. Shawn couldn’t believe it, this had to be the most incredible torture he’s felt since his teenage years. Jared continued to poke his fingertip in and out of Shawn’s hole, and kept his slow pace on Shawn’s cock steady. Shawn could feel it swelling, he knew he was ready to blow his load, but he didn’t want to. Not yet. With every wet slash of Jared’s tongue, Shawn felt himself getting closer and closer, yet he continued to fight it off. Jared wiggled his finger inside Shawn’s hole, then slipped it a little deeper, then wiggled it some more. Tongue and mouth still making Shawn’s dick ache. Still fighting it, Shawn knew his load was coming, and small spurts starting spraying the back of Jared’s throat. Jared didn’t relent, he continued on the same excruciatingly wonderful pace, and Shawn kept fighting it. Each wiggle of Jared’s finger producing another small spurt of spoo. Jared swallowed his man eagerly, but never picked up the pace. He made every second of Shawn’s orgasm pleasurable torture. Shawn’s knuckles grew white around the steering wheel as Jared worked him for every drop of his wad. The orgasm must have last ten minutes before Shawn cold spoo no more. His body fell back, his shoulders slumped, and his legs flopped wide. Only then did Jared stop. Only when he was certain he’d sucked every drop of his man. Jared sat up and kissed Shawn. Smiling, he whispered, "Happy vacation," then jerked himself off and fell asleep. Shawn didn’t pull his pants up until they had to stop for gas, some two hours later.