Now isn't the best time to distract him, but you need to know what's going on.
He's tugging at your balls as his mouth bobs up and down your steaming cock. His teeth grip it, then release. He twists it, pulls it and pushes it. This is great, and you think you can hold off shooting for some time yet.
"You.... want.... ohhhhhh.... to tell mmmme what's..... going on?". Somehow you manage to get the words out. The only answer you get is a finger pressing into your hole and a harder, rougher tongue lapping over your cock's head.
"If there's mmmore cock to be had tonight... mr driver... I'm game, I-I-I want to play. I'mmmm gonna need some more of this", you stammer.
He peers up at you from between your thighs.
"Then hurry up and come so we can go and get it." He's back over your cock. Slowly now, but deeper. His nose presses into your pubes and you feel the back of his throat. Five maybe six times, but who's counting? It leaves his mouth and he starts wanking you. Hard jerks followed by a run of tight slow soft ones. That's just how you do it back home infront of the computer. All that wanking practice is paying off now, and it seems you aren't ever gonna come.
"Are you ever gonna come?", he sneers. Good question. And your answer is...
"Yeah - tell me what we're going to do?".
The driver's hand manipulates your stiffy as he tells you.
"We've got a couple of hitchhikers back in the other van. It's a bigger van owned by my cousin Dan - that was him on the phone. He got them pissed and one of them wanted out. Trouble with Dan is, he likes a challenge, he likes a wriggler. So while one was having a slash, he cuffed the other one to the van. He's got them both there, ready, waiting and able, if not exactly willing."
"You mean, you're gonna rape them?". You? Concerned for their welfare?
"No man, he was just having second thoughts, but that's sorted now." The thought of having these guys sends your dick into convulsions, jettisoning your spunk high, landing on your tummy.
"Wow, that was a mighty squirt.", says the driver as smears the creamy mess over your chest. He licks his hand.
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