You: "I'll stay put, I think I can manage".
Your knees are right up against the glove box but it's hard work getting the jeans off.
"Allow me", says the driver as he pushes the jeans down one leg. It doesn't help your strip, but sure speaks volumes about his intentions.
Driver: "It's not too late to get fucked, you know." His hand rests on your thigh.
Silence
Driver: No sir. It's not too late. Ha - there's some lube in the glove box if you need it to get those jeans off."
His hand slowly moves up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are hidden under the leg of your boxers. You make no objections and release one leg from the prison of wet jeans. The heat inside the van now is rising. It's the first time all weekend you've been warm and you don't want to get left in the middle of nowhere in the rain. The station can't be far now... can it?
You plead: "We're nearly at the station and I really don't want to miss my train"
Driver: "Oh come on... the last train won't be until much later, and anyway, it's only fair"
You: "What's only fair"
Driver: "I scratch your back, you scratch mine... you know what I'm saying? A ride for a ride. A ride for a fucking ride."
With that, his hand reaches into your boxers and your fears are realised. He clutches at your semi-hard cock. You're gripping the leg of your jeans as he starts to stroke your cock.
Driver: "See? It's only fair and we both want to cum with a friend tonight... don't we... friend?"
There's that evil grin again.
It's rock hard now and with each down stroke, the head of your cock pokes out the fly of your boxer shorts. You wonder how many other hitchers he's had in this very position.
Driver: "No matter who does it, whether it's a girl's hand or a guy's hand, it still feels good. Whether it's a girl's mouth or a guy's mouth, it's still a suck. But hey, I'm preaching to the converted."
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