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Young man hitchhikes and the older man in a pickup wants Gary to suck his eight-inch cock. Gary does and allows the guy to cum in his mouth.
Gary stood at the edge of the gas station, his thumb out and hope in his eyes. The sun was a merciless hammer on his back, beating down as the relentless heat of the desert wrapped around him like a warm, suffocating blanket.
His jeans clung to his legs with sweat, and the fabric of his t-shirt was plastered to his chest, outlining every ripple of his muscles. He was tired, thirsty, and just wanted to get to the next town. His heart skipped a beat as a dusty pickup truck pulled over, the engine rumbling like a sleepy bear.
The driver was a man in his late fifties, with a thick mustache and eyes that held a glint of mischief. He leaned over to open the passenger door, revealing a stomach that had seen better days but was still firm with muscle. “Need a lift, son?” he asked, his voice gruff yet oddly comforting.
Gary eagerly climbed into the cool interior of the truck, the scent of leather and motor oil a welcome respite from the oppressive heat outside. He nodded gratefully, slamming the door shut behind him. “Thanks, I’m just trying to get to the next town,” he said, his voice cracking slightly from dryness.
The man chuckled, his eyes scanning Gary’s body with a hunger that was unmistakable. “No problem, I’m going that way,” he drawled, shifting the truck into gear. “What’s your name?”
Gary’s heart raced as he felt the man’s gaze linger on his crotch. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his jeans. “I’m Gary,” he managed to reply, his voice a little too high for his liking.
The man’s smile grew wider as he put the pedal to the metal, the engine roaring to life. “Well, Gary,” he said, his eyes never leaving the road ahead, “you’re in for quite the ride.”
As the pickup truck barreled down the lonely desert road, the man’s hand found its way to his crotch, casually adjusting himself. The bulge there was impossible to miss, and it grew larger as he watched Gary from the corner of his eye. The silence between them was thick with tension, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional pop of gravel under the tires.
Gary’s curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but stare at the man’s hand, his own cock swelling in response. He had always been curious about the taste of another man’s cum, but had never had the opportunity to find out.
The man noticed Gary’s gaze and smirked. “Like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Gary felt his face flush but didn’t look away. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
The man’s hand stilled, and he turned to look at Gary fully for the first time since they’d set off. “But you want to,” he stated, not asking a question but reading the raw need in the young man’s eyes.
Gary’s breath caught in his throat. He nodded, unable to find the words. The man’s cockiness grew, and he reached over to stroke the back of Gary’s neck, his thumb tracing a line down to his collarbone.
The touch was electric, sending shock waves through Gary’s body. He leaned into it, unable to resist the siren’s call of the man’s confidence. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice trembling.
The man’s smile was predatory as he pulled his hand away, reaching for the button of his fly. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” he said, his hand disappearing into his pants.
Gary watched, his eyes wide, as the man pulled out his thick, eight-inch cock. It was the largest he’d ever seen, and his own cock throbbed in response. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry with anticipation.
The truck hit a bump in the road, and the man’s cock bobbed up and down in his lap.
Gary couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was like a beacon calling him, and he knew what he had to do. He leaned over, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for the zipper. The man’s hand stopped him, though, his grip firm but gentle.
“Let me do the driving,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
With a nod, Gary sat back, watching as the man pulled his cock out fully. It was a beautiful shade of pink, with veins pulsing just beneath the surface. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Gary’s mouth watered at the sight.
The man’s hand began to work up and down his shaft, his movements slow and deliberate. The smell of his arousal filled the cabin, musky and intoxicating. The sight was too much for Gary, and he found his own hand drifting to his crotch, mirroring the older man’s actions.
“That’s it,” the man encouraged, his eyes never leaving the road. “Get nice and hard for me.”
Gary’s jeans grew tight as he obeyed, his hand wrapping around his cock and pumping in time with the rhythm of the truck. The friction was delicious, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning.
The man reached over, his hand finding its way to the back of Gary’s neck. “Why don’t you come a little closer?” he suggested, his tone a blend of command and invitation.
Gary didn’t hesitate. He leaned over, his mouth watering as he closed the distance between them. The man’s hand guided him, and he felt the warm, velvety skin of the older man’s cockhead against his lips. He parted them, and took the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
The man’s groan was music to his ears, and it spurred him on. He began to suck in earnest, his tongue flicking and teasing the slit. He could feel the man’s cock pulse in his mouth, and he knew he was doing a good job. He took more and more of the length into his mouth, his throat stretching to accommodate the size.
The man’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he began to thrust his hips, fucking Gary’s mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, and Gary’s own cock was now painfully hard. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
The man’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking as he approached climax. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he grunted, his voice strained.
Gary’s eyes watered, but he didn’t pull away. He wanted it. He needed it. He wanted to know what it was like to have a man’s seed fill his mouth.
And then it happened. The man’s cock erupted, hot cum spurting into the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but swallowed, savoring the salty taste. The man’s hand tightened in his hair as he came, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
When it was over, the man pulled out of his mouth, his cock glistening with a mix of spit and cum. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his voice still rough with lust.
Gary nodded, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with desire. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice hoarse from the effort.
The man chuckled, zipping up his pants. “Good boy,” he said, patting him on the head. “You just earned yourself a free ride.”
The rest of the trip was a blur of heat and desire. The man’s hand found its way to Gary’s cock, stroking him through his jeans until he too found release. The cum spurted out, soaking the fabric and leaving him panting in the seat.
They didn’t speak much after that, the only sounds being the occasional moan or grunt as one of them found relief in the other’s touch. It was a strange, silent understanding that passed between them, a bond formed in the crucible of lust and curiosity.
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