and with a couple little tugs squeezed out the last of my come into the now quarter-filled bottle.

After I’d finished myself off, I pulled the glass free of my softening cock, taking special care to ‘wick’ the tip of my dick against the lip of it as I popped free, ensuring that I capture that last little drop oozing from my slit. I held the bottle up and reached out over the driver’s side door of my T-bird. I displayed to Earl the reward of my efforts by slightly tilting the bottle from side to side, catching the reflection of the low-slung sunlight slicing in beams around the curve of its neck. Inside, my load gently swayed from one side of the bottom of the bottle to the other with the motions of my wrist.

“Can I get a swig of that?” Earl shouted from the cab of his semi.

“Nah,” I responded. “Get your own bottle. I still need to piss!”