I looked at his semi erect penis, then up at him, then at his penis again, my jaw dropping in total shock. I watched in amazement as he pulled his engorged cock out. When I finally looked over at him, though, he was unzipping his pants. I was enthralled with the excitement of driving the car and the view and was totally oblivious to John. I got in and drove up on some windy, mountain roads, finally pulling over at a vista where you could see for miles down into the basin where we lived. John immediately got out of the car and motioned me into the driver's seat. 'Are you kidding? I'd give you a blow job just to drive it.' I said, without thinking anyone would take a comment like that seriously. He flashed a smile at me and said 'jealous?' John was a small but athletically built man. One day he pulled up in my driveway in a 1964 Corvette in mint condition. We had one common interest: old classic cars. What started for me as a slip of the tongue resulted with my tongue tasting something I never thought it would.
