to situate himself on the passenger side of the vehicle. I realized then that my assessment was wrong; he was just readjusting to give himself a better view.

The sun beating down warmed the sensitive skin on the top of my limp shaft. I lifted my dick and curled my fingers around it, giving it a little squeeze to force the blood up into the tip, darkening it from a fleshy pink to a searing red. I slowly tugged myself in little short jerks, continuing to squeeze and force more blood into my member until it was hard and throbbing. I kept watching Earl all the while, who just licked his lips and fumbled about with himself below my view of his open window.

At full salute, I’m not a terribly well hung guy. My dick is slender, but long enough. I’m just a little over six inches, which is modest, but suits my build well. Besides, I had never received any complaints and I wasn’t the sort of guy to be insecure about that sort of thing. Earl didn’t seem to have any problems either as I could now tell he was stroking himself pretty vigorously.

Letting go of my cock to lick and slick the palm of my hand, I gave Earl a good view of my lone, erect pole so that he could admire its shape and slightly curved contour. I reached back down and twisted my saliva-lubed palm all around my head and shaft. Once my dick was pulsating and well greased, I forced it down by the base to angle the tip back into the opening of the Yoo-Hoo bottle. The wide-mouth was just right to grab around the girth of my slender prick. And when I forced myself all the way in, my tip just tickled the inside of the bottom while the mouth of the bottle rested against my pubes.

Slowly and rhythmically I eased what I was now imagining to be a tight, glass asshole up and down on my bulging cock. The smooth interior of the glass ring squeezed and glided against my shaft while I tilted and twisted the bottle to angle the head of my penis against the inside of the glass enclosure. The combination of the two sensations of the tight ring and smooth, soft, cool glass was surprisingly pleasurable.

It took quite a few minutes of stroking and twisting with that bottle before my balls started to seize up and I could feel that burning sensation warming in my abdomen. I began pumping the bottle up and down on my cock furiously, trying to bring myself over the edge without having to resort to using my hands. I noticed that Earl seemed to no longer be stimulating himself, I guess he’d already finished off. Wouldn’t surprise me since I’d burned away nearly half an hour now pleasuring myself with a goddamned Yoo-Hoo bottle.

In a moment, I could feel that I was about to cum, I slowed my pace with the bottle to just a gentle tugging slide as my prick spewed forth its load up into the top of the bottle. As I kept coming, I angled my dick back down so that the come wouldn’t fall back against me and smear out onto my shorts. As my orgasm began to cease, I slowly slid what I had come to think of as my glass ass back and away from my dick so that only my tip still remained inside. I gripped the base of my slick and sweaty shaft