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I moved in close to him, I tugged his shorts down over his thighs and theely off, tossed them over into my seat, and sucked Brian’s big, hard, aiful, y eager, wet, warm, dude-loving, mouth, and down my throat, as he tried to stay between the lines on the road.
“UHHHhhhhh…….Ooooohhhhh………Teddy………Fuuuucckkkkkk…….DUUUUDDDDDEEE……That feels so fu good…………………..Don’t………………..Don’t…………….Don’t’ staaaahhhhhhppppppppp………
Brian had blown a big load of his sweet white hot jizz into my mouth, mao stay on the road, and fished my rock hard cock out of my Speedo. We quickly switched places and soon I was andeering the big beast, with Brian on his knees slurping up & down on my hard shaft. There I was, behind the wheel of a forty-five foot Millennium Prevost motor coach, driving up the 101 freeway towards Buellton, with a hot-as-fuck frat-boy dowween my legs, sug my cock, lig my balls, and occasionally slipping his wandering tongue around and almost into my jock-boy ass. This trip was starting out exactly how I had hoped. Brian ma me to a climatid-blowing asm, just as I swung the massive beast into a rest stht he Lompodenberg AFB split at State Route 1. I was licked , kissed, and tucked, before either the dudes in back or the dudes in tow mao make their way out of their own love-making situations and out into the fresh air. I pulled on my shorts, tank, and flip-flops a Brian to explain why we pulled into the rest stop when we had “facilities” on board. I o take a wicked piss, exited through the front door, and made a beeline for the public facilities.
The five other dudes were all sitting at an adjat piic table as I made my way back to the RV. They were chatting about some year-end fraternity party ing up the month. It always amazed me how quickly they were able to go from sexual liaison to “frat-chat” without blinking…..as if nothing had just happened and no one had seen or dohing. I guess I o get used to the “don’t ask ― don’t tell” unspoken rule th