It's tricky climbing over the passenger seat in wet clothes. Like climbing through a window, you end up with your legs waving and your arse in the air. A helpful hand pushes your bottom, and you slide into the back. It's not much easier taking your trousers off in the back - you have to kneel, and you're sure the driver's swerving the van so you lose your balance. He chuckles, straightens up and adjusts the rear view mirror. Your eyes catch his in the reflection. One more serve and the sudden stop leaves you spread eagled on the floor of the van.
The driver yells at the mirror: "Found a lay-by. There's a torch in the back - you wanna give me a little floor show?" He turns around, big grin on his face, big bulge in his jeans. He reaches into the glove box and from amongst the tapes, he pulls out a well thumbed magazine.
"Use this to get you going if you're too shy, but I want to see you hard and I want to see you wank, just don't squirt all over my mag." he says.
You shine the torch onto the cover of the magazine. "Jailhouse Suck" it's called - you don't get far into it when the driver shouts: "Leave the fucking torch shining on your cock - I wanna see you get off NOW". He's straddling across the driver's seat and the passengers seat now, and in the half-light through the gap you watch him pushing and stroking at the bulge in his denims.
You start stroking between your legs, willing an erection to take over. As you start to swell, your legs spread and your dick points up at your face. Your palm sweats as it moves your foreskin up and down over your glans. You've done this so many times this weekend in and out of the tent, but this one, with an audience starts to feel like the best. Almost before he tells you to start fingering your arse, you hand reaches down past your balls, pressing against your hole.
"Yeah baby", the driver says. "Wanna see those fingers working their little magic." Sometimes when you're alone doing this, pressing your ring like this brings on one almighty orgasm.
The driver starts climbing over the seats to join you in the back. "Woah, ease up baby, don't want you peakin' too early." His palm feels rougher on your dick - his grip is tighter, his strokes stretch your skin til it feels like it's going to tear, and you watch the shadow of his fist moving up and down your cock that's cast on the side of the van, severla times life size.
Your head clunks against the side of the van as his spare hand reaches up under your t-shirt, stroking your chest, pinching your nipples. Knees are a damned nuisance... they never seem to get far enough apart. You both feel a dribble of precum ooze from your cock, and he abruptly lets go. With his hands now clinging two straps hanging from the ceiling, he kneels next to you.
Although the light is dim, you can see his face smiling down at you, and the crutch inches from your face looks like it's going to burst through.
You start by placing your hand on the mountain at the front of his jeans, then unpopping the fly. With your hand slipped inside, you feel a massive erection that's too big, too hard, to get out without undoing the trousers some more. The feel of his leather belt and the metal studs excites you further still, caressing it as you undo the buckle. Each end hangs by his side.With the top button undone, both hands slip inside, between the denims and his white y-fronts. You're usually a boxers man, but this makes you reconsider. The jeans won't come down far, as his legs are apart, but it's far enough for you to stroke, just once, the underside of his balls through the cotton. Like a Christmas present just waiting to be unwrapped.
"Just suck the cock", says the driver, like it's not his.
You prise his pants down over his throbbing erection, just catching the waistband on the end. It springs up and slaps his tummy. On its rebound, you're in, nice catch, straight in. Your finger push against its base, and you begin sucking and licking all over it - the head, the shaft, the balls, licking and sucking and slurping. In time with his pumping hips, his hand on the back of your head forces his cock further and deeper into the back of your throat, balls bouncing each time against your chin. His buttocks are held firmly in your hands, your fingers edging toward the centre - the moans tell you he likes it when you pass one over his ring. As you do it again, he presses your face hard into his pubes. You feel his prick convulse, followed by an explosion of come. It fills your mouth quickly. White rivulets trickle from your mouth, his pumping hips forcing you to drink and dribble. His cock withdraws and you can breathe again, the coating of sperm in your throat making it hard to swallow.
Man you need a suck right away - your cock is aching like it's been through a mangle. The driver kneels beside you and kisses your face, licking the come from your chin.
"Let's see if you fuck as well as you suck", he says as he clambers over you to get on all fours.
|