Any thoughts of getting fucked by three more guys soon disappear from your mind. The driver's head is bobbing up and down your cock so fast you feel delirious.
"If... oooh, you want me to tell you when... I'm coming, you'd better... ahhh let me know soooon." Your politeness surprises you. There's only a thumbs up from the driver. Does this mean he wants to know when you're about to shoot, or it's ok to fill him up? Sod it, the latter. It was a quick decision, and just as well. Your buttocks clench, your hips rise and his movements slow down as you feel jets of spunk gush from up your shaft. Then the ecstacy kicks in with a loud "Whoaaaaaa". This guy must be drowning down there. You keep pumping. He keeps sucking, and yes, that was definately a swallow. He takes his mouth away and squeezes the length of your prick. Goo oozes out. You catch sight of it for a second before he's back down there, cleaning you up with his tongue.
"Mmmm, you're a tasty kid", he says when he's finished. A couple more licks and he's done. You lie back, nearly comatose. "That", you say, "was awesome."
You lie in the back, stroking your chest and your softening dick as the van starts up. It's an effort to put your damp jeans on over your bare arse. You stuff your underwear into your rucksack.
At the station he reaches for the porn mag. "Here's a little souvenir for my new buddy" he says. "I particularly like this shot" he adds, flicking through the pages, settling on a close-up photo of a shackled prisoner getting squirted with jiz by his cell-mate. You didn't recognise the face at first, but now he's pointed it out, there's no doubt.
You grab your bags and head towards the glow of the station - he was right about there being plenty of time before the last train.
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