The glove box falls open and it's full of tapes - some fall out as you rummage in there for the lubricant.
There's a rolled up magazine - you glance at it - "Jailhouse Suck" it's called. It looks well thumbed and it falls open to reveal prison wardens getting sucked by a couple of inmates chained to the bars of their cell. You'd stuff it in your rucksack for reading later if the driver hadn't opened the passenger door.
Driver: "I've got boxes of them in the back - get them sent through every month. Great looking guys in every issue - you could easily be one of their models. They don't pay much but the sex is great and you get a free subsciption."
He winks then pulls your knees round so you're sitting with your legs dangling out of the van. Your knees are pushed apart and you see the top of his head drop to your cock. You drop the magazine and run your fingers through his hair, pushing his head down to stretch the angle of your cock. You can feel the roof of his mouth rubbing against your sensitive tip.
Driver: "Mmmph get the mmmfucking mmm lube". The half-used tube is there, between and 80s compilation tape and the new Natalie Imbruglia album - you wanted to give that a listen, but maybe now's not the time.
The driver stands up and kisses your lips. You can taste his cock breath and hope he agrees that there's nothing better than the smell of your own dirty dick. His tongue pushes hard into your mouth and jabs against your tongue. That feels nice. He pulls you out of the van and tell you to get on all fours. The ground round is wet beneath your hands and knees. The driver walks a circle around you. His trousers are undone and he's priming his cock. You hear him kneeling down behind you... suddenly aware that you're still clutching the tube-o-lube. As his fingers stroke your hole, you try to relax but all muscles are straining, especially your ring.
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