Matt nodded.
Josh directed Matt to pull over by a stand of trees. Gravel crunched under the tires. They were out of sight of the highway.
“So, what was your question about Adam?” Josh asked.
“I’m just curious. Since you were his sponsor, did you guys shake hands? Did he know about the GM?”
Josh chuckled. “You’ve got it bad, dude! Adam and I got together a couple of times. The first time he was so nervous, we just talked. The second time, I gave him the standard GM blowjob. Same as William gave you. Adam knows there’s some kind of gay fraternity on campus. Nothing more. I was going to recommend him for membership but never got the chance.”
Josh wriggled out of his shorts, underwear, shoes, and socks. He sat there wearing only his t-shirt, giving Matt a “what-are-you-waiting-for?” look.
“Dude, I’ve got practice,” Matt said. “Another time.”
Josh imitated Matt’s tone. “Dude. Waist down. Naked now. You’ll make practice.”
Matt hesitated. “It feels wrong,” he said.
Josh shook his head. “Trust me on this. You need a handshake and so do I. That was an emotionally draining experience.”
Josh’s cock stood at attention, veins spiderwebbing it, the glans purpling.His clothes and shoes littered the little carpeted floor below his seat—all but his underwear. Those he kept within reach.
Matt acquiesced. Maybe he did need this.
Josh held onto Matt’s underwear, tossed the rest of his clothes behind the seat. He handed the underwear back to Matt, told him to sit on them. They would be his cum rag. “Start driving,” Josh said.
“Driving? In traffic?”
“The windows are tinted. Just drive.”
Matt pulled back onto the highway. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so wrong about a person. When he had interviewed for the GM, he’d chalked Josh up as a follower, a “loyal, friendly retriever.” This guy could lead a platoon of Marines straight into enemy fire.
“You like ass, right?” Josh asked.
Matt’s throat went dry. He nodded.
Josh half-turned in his seat, facing Matt. He leaned back against his door, propped his right leg up on the dashboard, his left leg on the console, giving Matt a nice view of his furry, chestnut crack.
“Stick your middle finger in your mouth,” Josh said. “Get it sloppy wet.”
Matt wet his finger while Josh used his hands to part the fur and expose his hole. The hole had a red tint to it. “Finger me while I jack,” Josh said. “Just one knuckle in. Be gentle.”
Matt drove with his left hand on the wheel, his right middle finger one knuckle deep inside Josh, gently probing the spongy hole. The coarse hair surrounding the hole brushed against the back of his hand. Josh’s balls rested in Matt’s palm.
Josh gave Matt a show. Stroking his cock. Grinding on Matt’s finger. Moaning. The radio played. The occasional car whizzed by, oblivious to the goings on in the Jeep.
Matt side-eyed Josh, watching the road as well. Josh’s balls retracted, pulling in tight. His ass clenched around Matt’s finger. His toes curled.
Just before Josh came, he grabbed his underwear, used them to catch the spurting cum.
Matt withdrew his finger reluctantly.
“Your turn now,” Josh said. He sat up, reached for Matt’s cock.
Josh stroked Matt’s cock slowly. The only sounds in the Jeep were Matt’s soft moans and the radio.
“Sniff your finger,” Josh ordered.
Matt held his finger under his nose, letting the musky odor infuse him. It wasintoxicating.
