abeardedboy: one of the best feelings in the world We were cruising down the 60, enjoying the mild t

abeardedboy: one of the best feelings in the world We were cruising down the 60, enjoying the mild traffic, when he put his hand on my leg. I looked over at him when he squeezed the muscle. Michael smiled at me from behind his scruff and returned his eyes to the road.After a few miles, his hand began to move. He was stroking my thigh, butting his hand up against where my cock was tucked away in my shorts. I didn’t say anything. This was much more interesting than watching the drab scenery beyond the freeway. It was kind of soothing really. It gave me a nice buzz. Another couple miles, and I was dancing the line between staying quiet and telling him he had to stop before I got hard.Then, Michael started to rub the inside of my crotch before simply moving his palm over the bulge between my legs.I inhaled sharply. “Michael,” I finally said.“No?” he asked, still rubbing. He was pushing his fingers into the denim, driving me batty.“My parents-”“What about them?”I worked my jaw but I couldn’t remember where I was going with the rest of the sentence. A few minutes ago, he seemed perilously closed to getting me aroused but suddenly it wasn’t enough for how badly I wanted him to touch me. I involuntarily lifted my hips into his hand. I felt my face turn red. Surely, Michael could hear the way my breathing was changing. Michael didn’t relent. He kept teasing and massaging until my trapped erection was becoming quite uncomfortable. It was getting hard to sit still. Then, the hand lifted. His fingers sought out my zipper and tugged on it. It wasn’t easy from his angle, so I helped him get it down and push the flaps of my jeans out of the way. Michael wasted no time plunging his hand down there. I gasped and arched right into him as his grip covered my cock. “M-Michael!” I looked over at him. He still had his eyes on the road. There was a little smirk on his face, but he was otherwise focused. For some reason, his casual manner turned me on more. The massage continued, only this time the caresses from his fingers were closer to my skin. Only the thin cotton barricade of my underwear stood between. I vocalized a grunt, a few vowels, and then a heady moan slipped past my lips. How far was he going to take this??“Michael,” I warned again. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”He didn’t stop. “Then cum.”“I can’t cum on my shorts, I don’t want to show up to my parent’s house with stains on my jeans!” “Then don’t.” He kept rubbing. I began to squirm. It was suddenly quite warm in here and I flicked on the AC. “You want me to cum in my shorts?” I panted.Michael’s gaze slid over to me, lingered for a hungry moment, then returned to the 60. “I want you to tell me you want to cum in your pants.”I groaned. “Michael…fuck, it feels so good. I’m so hard.”“I can smell you. It’s making me really horny. After your parents go to bed tonight, I’m going to roll on top of you and fuck you so hard.”He said this matter-of-factly in this sexy, low baritone and I felt my underwear become damp as my cock began to leak. I groaned again. “Fuck!”Michael no doubt felt this because his smirk widened. “Tell me you want to cum in your underwear.”“Michael,” I whined.The touches stopped, and he just held me. Oh fuck him! “Mi~chaaaaeelll!”“Say it.”“…I want to cum, please let me cum.”“Where do you want to cum?” Michael was rubbing my glans with his pointer finger.“Jesus!” I exclaimed, bucking. “Fuck, Michael. I - I want- in - in my shorts. Please, move your hand again. Let me cum in my shorts, Michael, just let me cum!” “That’s a good boy,” he cooed. “Cum for me.” The hand began to move again, and I shuddered. My skin felt so hot down there, like my blood was boiling under my skin. Michael began to pick up the pace. I took off my seatbelt and slid my pelvis forward to give Michael better access. His hand must have been cramping from the odd angle by now, but he never relented. Outside, Pomona melted into Chino, then Ontario, but we could have been hurtling through space and I wouldn’t have noticed. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “Oh Michael, Michael, Michael.”I gripped the arm rests with both hands and shouted as the orgasm swept over me. My trapped balls tensed and gushed out a day’s load, flooding my underwear with a wet, warm fluid. It felt like I’d let my bladder go, only a million times more relieving. I could have sworn I felt the car jerk a little before straightening out.“Holy fuck,” I managed. “Oh fuuuuuck. Goddamn,” I muttered. Everything was swimming. I opened my damp eyes. Michael still didn’t abate until I was grabbing his wrist and begging him, bleating on about how sensitive I was. Michael gave me one last possessive squeeze, lifted my balls, and then slid his hand out. I collapsed into my seat, exhausted. It was weird to look down and see nothing amiss. There was a little dark spot on the inside of my thigh, but my briefs had contained nearly all the of the mess.I rolled my head to the side and gazed at Michael. He smelled his hand, then licked his fingers like a cat. My eyes went wide. Christ, why was that so sexy? My underwear got even wetter.“Jesus, fucking christ Michael,” I groaned. “That was…that was…amazing.”He looked incredibly pleased with himself. “That was indeed amazing. I loved feeling you swell and throb in my hand. You smell and taste so good, Theo. That’s gonna fuel my fantasies for a looong time.”“You are one horny bastard,” I chuckle.“But you feel more relaxed now hm?”I blinked. I had been stressing out about this momentous trip before, but how could I feel stressed at all now? He’d twisted me up and wrung me dry. Was that his evil plan all along? “…Yeah. I am more relaxed.”“You were so nervous about me meeting your parents that I felt like I had to do something.”“That was your idea of something?”He grinned. “Damn straight it was.”“You evil bastard. Do you have tissues or something?” “You’re not going to clean yourself up. You’re going to close your pants, and sit there in your own mess.”“Michael!” “Cause it’s fucking hot, that’s why. When we get a moment alone, I’m going to take you into the shower and clean you - with my tongue - but you won’t cum. I’m going to save that for when I roll over on you tonight.”I bit my lower lip. “Jesus, you are going to be the death of me.”“None of your boyfriends have explored your potential, Theo. You are a handsome boy with a beautiful cock.”I blushed. “Aw, Michael~”“You are. And you look completely gorgeous and irresistible when you’re horny and aroused. I love knowing I’ve made you do things, and I know you like a little embarrassment play. So I’m taking some control.” Michael swept his hand out to indicate the drive in front of us. “You are just along for the ride. Now put your seat belt back on.”I didn’t know how to answer that. All I could do was sit here and stew. After a moment, I sighed and zipped up my pants. The cum was congealing in my jeans and making me horny yet again. I put my seatbelt back on. I didn’t see Riverside outside my window at all. My brain was entirely filled of pictures of what he was going to do me that night - and I could barely wait until we got to my parent’s house and had dinner.___________________________________________________________Text and characters are fictional. I think OP is the source. -- source link

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