Your wet jeans are finally off. The heat from the vent blows against your naked legs and you continue with your mission to put the drier jeans on, ignoring the driver's slow hand action going on inside your boxers.
Driver: "I don't know why you're bothering to put another pair on."
Good point. You leave the jeans where they are, around your ankles, and put your hands on your knees. Although enjoying his actions, you're not sure how to reciprocate. This seems the best way for now.
Driver: "Why not recline the seat? There's a lever under the seat, lie back and get comfy... in fact lie back and get undressed for me."
The seat tilts back with a jerk and you're almost horizontal. Your ankles are bound together by the jeans and your knees have to rise to spread, a reaction you can't and won't resist.
Driver: "Top off". You do as he says and the fleece and t-shirt rise over your face together.
"STOP THERE" demands the driver as the clothes cut out the already dim light. You freeze, with your hands crossed above your head, your top half stretched out. You feel the van comes to a very sudden halt and your knees press against the facia. With one hand still stroking your cock, the driver places his other hand over your face and starts kissing your chest.
Muffled through the clothes, you can just hear him whispering.
Driver: "You're a gorgeous boy, I couldn't let you go, you're too fucking gorgeous to miss."
He kisses your nipples, licking your cheast, pressing his hand hard against your face. His mouth moves down to your tummy, biting at your soft skin. He releases his grip from your face so he can pull your shorts over your thighs. You feel his breath against your cock.
Driver: "Mmmm, someone hasn't had a wash for a day or two."
Silence.
"I said, someone hasn't had a wash for a day or two have they."
You: "No, it was me, I haven't had a wash."
Driver: No SIR is what you say, boy"
His aggressive tone takes you by surprise, but you don't want to miss out on what's to come. He was right of course, you hadn't washed. You became conscious of the open air wank you had last night and at sunrise this morning. If he hadn't tasted the dried sperm on your chest, he was going to taste it under the foreskin of your cock.
You: "No Sir, I haven't had a wash sir. Sorry sir."
There was no kissing or licking of your cock, his mouth opened and it went straight in. He kept his mouth tight around the shaft, sucking on the head a couple of times before deep throating. He's cupping your balls as he sucks, squeezing and tugging them gently in his hand. Your hips are rising to press deeper your pubes deeper into his face. In your mind, thoughts are racing - it's a better suck than any girl gave, and the occasional feeling of his stubble against your skin is a feeling you could get used to, and you wish he'd start fingering your hole, and should you take your top off completely and uh oh, should you tell him you're about to come...
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