Cruise Control

“You’re home later than usual,” Aaron said as Seth walked in the house.

Aaron was making a sandwich in the kitchen. Seth kicked his running shoes off and pulled his tank top up to wipe sweat from his brow; his body hair stuck wetly to his belly.

“Yeah, something happened while I was on my morning run, want to hear about it?” Seth asked his roommate.

“Well, now I think I have to,” Aaron said. He cut his sandwich in half and poured a glass of lemonade. He sat down at the counter.

Seth pulled a protein drink out of the fridge and leaned on the counter to start his story:

“I took my usual route, start at the Mount Two Timbers Rec Center and take the path that leads to the Iron Shaft Creek, follow the creek until I get to the Kissacawk County Fairgrounds, and then loop back around.

“Everything was normal until I reached the fairgrounds. There are no events going on, so it was mostly empty. I stopped to take a break on a bench and there was a car in the parking lot with a guy just sitting there. It’s hot as hell out, so I have my shirt off and I’m sweating, taking sips from my water bottle. I notice the guy in the car is staring at me. Like, his eyes are locked onto me.”

“Was he hot?”

“Yeah, but don’t jump ahead. I’ll get there. So, there I am just minding my business and the guy rolls down his window and kind of nods at me, so I nod back and give him a little wave. The guy is wearing a hat, pulled down so I can’t quite see his eyes, clean cut, handsome as best as I can tell. After I nod at him, he nods again and motions for me to come over. I’m thinking nothing much of it, maybe he has a flat tire I can’t see and he’s waiting for someone to come help.

“I get up and I go over and as I start to approach the guy asks, ‘you a faggot?’”

“What?”

“Yeah, so I say, ‘excuse me?’ and he just kind of looks down. I follow his eyes and he’s got his cock sticking out of his unzipped pants, balls and everything, and he’s stroking it really slowly. When I look back up he’s looking right and me and he repeats, ‘you a faggot?’”

“He did not!”

“He did, and I have to tell you: I’m not usually into clean cut guys, you know how I like my bearded men with bellies, but this guy has frat douche written all over him and I’m getting turned on by it. Plus, I got a good look and his cock was one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Slight curve, thick veins up and down the shaft, acorn-shaped head glistening with precum. I really wanted to taste it, so I say, ‘yes, I’m a faggot.’”

“You didn’t!” Aaron said and took a bite of his sandwich.

“I did, and he cocks his head to the side, you know, telling me to get in. I can see a few people in the distance, but no one is around that could see anything… so I go over to the passenger’s side and I get in. There's a lot of trash and empty beer cans and I push them aside. He’s reclines his seat and I basically get right to sucking. I hit my head on the steering wheel a couple times, but the feel of his slick, salty, cockhead feels amazing against my lips. I am tonguing that things up and down and it fits in my mouth perfectly. He bucks his hips a couple times, but he mostly wants me to do the work, so I am getting myself in the best position to push his swelling cock as deep as I can down my throat. I am feeling it push past my teeth and restricting my airway. I swear he’s getting precum in my lungs at this point.

“All the while he’s calling me a ‘good faggot’ and asking me how much I like his ‘man cock’ in my mouth. When I think he’s in my throat as far as he can go, the guy pushed my head down a little further. If I could inhale, I would’ve gotten nothing but his musky bush.

“That’s hot,” said Aaron.

“Hold on, it gets better. So, I can feel his cock kind of pulsing and I think he’s about to blow and he puts his fingers on my chin and pulls my face up and off his cock. He looks me in the eyes, and I think he’s going to go in for a kiss or something and then BAM, he spits on my face and says, ‘fucking sit on it, fag.’”

“Seriously? So, what did you do?”

“I sat on it! I took my shorts off, I was already wearing a jockstrap, and I straddled him. Between my seat and his precum, he slipped right into me. I could feel him push through until he was slamming right against my prostate. I nearly came right away and I began to moan. He reaches up and cuffs my face and tells me to ‘shut the fuck up, faggot’ and I stifled as much moaning as I can. He’s leaning back and he’s slid his hat to cover his face. He’s gripping my hips and pushing me down harder and harder, I can feel his balls twitching and then he thrusts up and holds me there, his hips vibrating, and he cums. This guy cums a lot. Like, I can feel myself filling up and feel it leaking out of me. Just dripping from the sides of me.”

“Damn, Seth,” said Aaron.

“I know, right? So, the guy barely finishes cumming and he opens his door, shoves me out, and starts driving away and there I am standing in the parking lot in a jockstrap, tank top, and running shoes.”

“What the fuck?”

“His car stops about halfway down the parking lot and I see him unroll his window and throw my running shorts onto the pavement. Then he flips me off and drives away… and that’s why my usual run took so long.”

“Seth, bro, I am absolutely rock hard right now,” Aaron said.

“Well, you’re in luck, roomie. I’m ready to go round two,” said Seth.

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Two hours later, after Aaron had unloaded into his roommate twice, the two sat on Aaron’s bed and talked.

“Even though it was super hot, that was also pretty reckless, you know? That guy could’ve been dangerous,” said Aaron.

“I know, I wouldn’t recommend doing that kind of thing to anyone,” said Seth.

“Maybe I should join you for your next morning run, so you have a buddy with you,” said Aaron.

“For safety?” asked Seth, with a sly smile.

“Oh, yes, of course, for safety,” said Aaron with a wink.

THE END