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“Too cold outside,” he said. His eyes alighted on my car, parked up on the front, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Fucking hell man, we might get caught,” I said as he pulled me toward it.

“We might not though,” he replied.

I shrugged. I was no stranger to sex outdoors or in weird places but this had to be the riskiest I’d ever had.

I pulled open the back door and dropped the back seats into the boot to make a somewhat flat surface. I had blankets and cushions from where I’d slept out rough before and I arranged them as best I could before Hywel climbed in with me, sprawling himself out on the chairs and fumbling with what looked like a very expensive belt. I closed the door and awkwardly climbed over him. It was only a little car so I couldn’t do much more than sit up or lie down. I leaned over to press the little button that locked all the doors. Within seconds our body heat had started to steam up the windows.

“Are you OK with this?” Hywel asked.

“Me? Yes, yeah. Of course.” I pulled down my jeans and cast them into the footwell and Hywel managed to pull his down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and I was reminded again how intimidating it was. Not the longest, but thick enough to hurt. Especially when I wasn’t exactly the most natural bottom. But drink and horniness were powerful motivators and I’d prepped for the chance I might bottom for someone that night.

I pulled my boxers down and off and straddled Hywel. There was no chance for, and no time for, romance. I kissed him long and deep, tongue poking out and exploring the edges of his lips. His one day stubble rubbed up against my lips much as my beard rubbed up against him, and I could feel his thick cock leaking precum as it rutted up against my arse.

“I need you right…fucking…now…” Hywel muttered between kisses.

I leaned over to my jeans to pull out my wallet. I always kept a sachet of lube and a condom in case I ended up fucking someone. I handed Hywel the condom to prepare himself. As I coated my fingers in lube and ran them roughly up into my arse I only hoped that I had enough to make his entry bearable.

I fucked myself with two fingers, then three. I could feel Hywel’s cock butting up against my hand as I did so. Once I felt like I’d prepared myself as much as I could I drizzled more lube over my fingers and reached back to coat Hywel’s cock. Hywel bucked up into my touch and in the dim light I could see his pupils dilate. I twisted my hand and he groaned.

“Now,” he said. “I need it now or I’m going to finish before I put it in you.”

I laughed. “Maybe it’ll be easier for me that way.”

“No pain, no gain,” said Hywel with a smile. “But seriously, if it’s too much, I understand. No pressure to…”

I cut him off by positioning his cock head at my hole and slowly sinking down onto it. The stretch was like a slow burn, painful but not unmanageable. It took a minute though before I knew that I’d reached the point where he could go no deeper. I leaned backward, bracing myself on both hands as I slowly pulled back up and sat down again. With each movement up and down pain gave way a little more to pleasure. I leaned back further and felt the magic moment that his cock pressed perfectly into that point of pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I whispered. I allowed myself to push down harder, then pull myself up so that I knew his cock could almost slip out, then slammed down. Again. Hywel grunted. When I looked at him his eyes were glazed and he looked at me with a tipsy grin. One of his hands came up to wrap around my cock as I rode him. I was starting to sweat with the strainof holding myself up but the burn in my arms and thighs was nothing compared to the pleasure that riding Hywel was giving me.

Hywel’s hand was doing wonders for my cock too. I panted and groaned with him as he jerked me, and within minutes I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” I said to Hywel.

“Good.” His grip tightened and his hand moved even faster. I came with a shout all over his shirt. There was no feeling like being fucked into an orgasm. I must have lost momentum, Hywel reached up to pull me down so that I was curled up over him, our faces inches apart. He started to thrust his hips into me, faster and faster, fucking me from underneath. His hand curled into the hair at the back of my head to hold me in place. His cock filled me completely and my erection hadn’t flagged despite me having finished already.

Hywel pulled my head down further to kiss me. He moaned into my mouth with one last thrust as he finished. We were both panting and sweaty, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

“Was that OK?” he asked after a moment.

“More than OK.” I pulled myself off him and laid down next to him. I knew I’d be sore in the morning, but it felt so worth it.

Hywel tied off the condom and dropped it into the footwell. He laid back on one of the pillows and held out his arms for me. I wasn’t normally an after-sex cuddle, but a combination of drink and dick must have addled my mind as I let myself into his embrace. I pulled up one of the blankets around us to keep in the warmth our body heat had created.

“What are we doing about getting home? Or staying somewhere?” Hywel asked.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “I’ll think about something.” I snuggled up against his chest and just this once let myself enjoy a moment of bliss. I had been just been fucked by the man I’dwanted and hated for so long. And it had been better than I could possibly have imagined.

Chapter Nine

Hywel

December 12th

I woke up to a loud knocking sound and to hair in my mouth. I spluttered, and when I sat up too fast I almost hit my head on the roof. Of Macsen’s car. Where we had fucked. Then fallen asleep.Well, fuck.The sun was streaming through foggy windows, so we must’ve been asleep all through the night. Surprisingly, despite the acrid hangover taste in my mouth I felt good. Like some of the weight had dropped from my shoulders.

The knocking was coming from one of the steamed up windows. “Huh?” Macsen had been thrown off me as I sat up, and he looked around groggily before coming to the same horrifying realisation I had. I pulled up my jeans, which I’d fallen asleep with still around my ankles. Macsen was on full display still and his pants and trousers were in the footwell so I threw him the blanket to cover himself.

I rubbed at the window in a circle to clear the steam only to find myself face to face with a very stern looking middle aged lady in a high-vis jacket. “You can’t be parked here overnight,” she half-shouted through the window. “Better move on or I’m going to have to ticket you.”

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