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genuinely liked Brody. But more than that, he trusted Brody. So he sighed and continued walking. When they reached the car, a massive black Cadillac in pristine condition that had to be at least thirty years old, Chance pressed his hand to his throat and said, "This is something else."
"It's my mother's car," Brody said, "She's a little eccentric. She actually has two, this one for driving and another in the garage that's just used for spare parts. When she bought it back in the seventies, she wanted to make sure it would last for the rest of her life, so she bought two."
Chance bent forward and looked into the front window on the passenger side. The front seat could fit at least four people, and the steering wheel was the size of an extra-large pizza. But the black leather seats were clean and smooth, and the chrome on the dashboard sparkled against a slight glare from the window. "My car is older, too. I keep it very clean, but this is perfect."
Brody moved forward and pressed his groin up against Chance's ass and started bumping into him, He grabbed both sides of his slim waist and said, "The back seat is nice, too. We can talk some more there." He squeezed his waist a little harder and pulled him back with more pressure.
"Ah, well..." Chance said. "I don't know about this." It was getting late and he didn't want to get into trouble with the old man by missing his curfew.
Brody bent forward and gently bit the back of Chance's neck. "We won't do anything you don't want to do, baby; just talk if that's all you want."
Chance took a deep breath, then stood up straight while Brody held on to him tightly. He felt Brody's erection through his jeans, and his own erection was growing rapidly. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only eleven fifteen. "I guess a few minutes more won't hurt." It wasn't that he didn't want to fool around, because he did. It's just that he'd always managed to keep his sexual experiences simple, and he was already starting to have feelings for Brody..
When they were in the back seat, Brody barely waited for the back door to slam shut. He put his arms around Chance and pinned him to the leather seat, then opened his mouth and pressed his lips on Chance's so lightly at first that Chance felt a chill go through his body, then his stomach felt peculiar. But he wrapped his arms around Brody's neck and opened his mouth for more. When Brody's warm tongue touched his, he closed his eyes and ran his palm up the back of Brody's strong neck. And when Brody's tongue started to circle and explore the inside of his mouth, he pressed his hand to the back of Brody's head even harder. His breath smelled and tasted like stale beer, and Chance inhaled as deeply and slowly as he could. He'd kissed his fair share of men, and they hadn't been bad, but this time it felt as if his body were about to explode. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back. He'd never in his life felt so overpowered, yet so safe, with anyone. It didn't take long before he was flat on his back across the seat with his arms around Brody's wide shoulders and his legs around Brody's slim waist.
"You have really soft skin," Brody whispered, "It gets me really hard." He squeezed his shoulders and bit Chance's neck. Then he reached down and unbuttoned Chance's jeans so he could get into his pants and squeeze his ass. "I have to be careful, man. I'm ready to explode."
Chance ran his palm up the back of Brody's neck and whispered, "I need to know that you're safe. No diseases or anything." He didn't want to spoil the moment, but he wasn't about to have unsafe sex with anyone.
"I'm okay," Brody said. "No STDs and I was just tested for HIV/AIDS and I'm negative."
Brody reached back and ran his hand up his ass. Chance's legs went higher and he sighed. "I'm okay, too. I only have safe sex."
Brody was so excited he began to pant, and Chance didn't want to disappoint him in any way. The poor guy needed to get off—he was ready to either erupt or have a seizure.