“Pull over! Pull over, John! Pull the car over, right now!”

I reached across and grabbed the wheel, jerking it to the right, forcing the truck off the road. John was freaking out, naturally.

“What the hell are you doing?! Trying to get us killed?!”

“I’m sorry, baby. But I need it. I need it right now.” And that’s all I could really say. I was fine when we’d left Jeff’s party. But once we got down the road a mile or so, I felt the pangs set in. Those throbbing, biting, horny pains of a man whose libido is about to go supernova.

John shifted the truck into neutral and stomped down the parking brake. I was already out the passenger door and around the front of the vehicle toward the other side of the cabin. Still a little confused and bewildered, John didn’t really know how to act as I jerked open his door, grabbed him by the collar of his grungy old navy-blue polo, and snatched him out the driver’s seat.

I jerked him out onto the shoulder and slammed the truck’s driver’s side door closed behind him. The still running engine was humming and vibrating, and the trickling of creeping late night fog could be seen wisping along, stricken by the glaring beams of the still glowing headlights.

On the remote road we had to follow to lead out of Jeff’s place, there was little chance that we’d have any passersby at this time of night. But, in truth, even if we were on the side of a major highway, I really couldn’t have cared less. I wanted John’s cock. I needed John’s cock. And I wasn’t going to accept anything less than getting my lover’s thick prick shoved up my anxious ass, right here, right now.

John was finally starting to come around, realizing what was going on.

“Jesus, Dale. I mean, I like the friskiness, but seriously. This is a bit much.”

I wasn’t hearing it. I was on my knees, fumbling with his belt and zipper. Soon enough, I’d worked free his thick, spongy cock. He hadn’t yet begun to stiffen up. I’d relished opportunities like this. John was usually rigid as a tree trunk long before we ever even made contact with each other. So, catching him by surprise like this gave me a chance to get his soft prick in my mouth, and feel it harden up inside of my gullet.

As I suckled and massaged his limp tube with my lips and tongue, I remembered just how very much I loved the sensation of feeling a cock grow inside of my mouth. It didn’t take long. Only a few seconds of pleasure before his spongy tube had erected itself into a meaty, eight-inch pole. But those few seconds were delicious. And the growing, rising, stiffening of his cock had driven my already overwhelming lust into dangerous territories.

I sucked him for as long as I could manage. But the burning in my ass just couldn’t be squelched. He was ready. And god knows I was. I needed him there, and I wasn’t going to wait another second.

I stood up, dropped my pants and leaned over the bed of the pickup. John stepped up behind me, his slick prick glistening in the cool night air. He nestled his wet cockhead up to my eager hole and gave a little pressure, nudging the tip in gently.

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