“Much as I love the opportunity, I don’t
want to waste time driving.” He cocked a grin at Lindsey in the dark car.
“Don’t worry. You won’t. Drive.”
“Okay.” He hit the accelerator. Holy shit. Instant speed. No rumble, no roar,
no lag or leaping ahead. Just zero to infinity with a touch. “Wow. This is freaky!”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“Give me directions.”
“Okay. Pull down your fly.
“What?” He glanced over, but Lindsey’s face
was not smiling—intense, actually.
“You want directions? You got them. Pull
out your cock!”
He swallowed but reached down and pulled
the zipper on his very crowded trousers. This sounded promising.
“Get it out!”
“Okay, okay.” He reached in, grabbed his
leaking rod, and pulled it from its prison. Man, just rubbing on his briefs was
almost too much. That was one sensitive cock. The thing stuck up out of his fly
like a puppet.
“Pull the balls out too. I like balls.”
Seth chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
He flopped his balls out of the fly. They were already so tight they barely bobbled.
“Very, very pretty. Definitely Connecticut’s finest. Can
I lick them?”
“Shit, feel free.”
“Drive carefully. Keep your eyes on the road.”
Only a small space and a brake lever separated
the two seats. Lindsey leaned over, insinuated his head into Seth’s lap and breathed.
Oh man, hot breath warmed the tip of his dick.
“He seems glad to see me.”
Seth could barely breathe, much less talk.
Lindsey swallowed the thing whole. Sheeee-it! Heat flashed through Seth’s balls
and up his spine like he’d been shot. The car swerved. Damn. He gripped the wheel
and slowed down.
Lindsey’s lips popped off. “This is your
driver training course. All gay cops must drive while receiving head.” He shoved
Seth’s dick back in his mouth and sucked.
His hips bobbed. Fuck. Fuck. His knuckles
on the wheel were white, but he didn’t want to give up and stop. The speed and sucking
went together like peanut butter and jelly. The quiet in the car was punctuated
by low growling sounds coming from the suckfest in his lap. What was up with the
guy? But man, the sounds were right on the money. He felt like a fucking animal.
His balls tightened further and tingling
tickled at the base of his spine. “Lindsey, I’m going to come. I gotta stop. I’ll
wreck the car.”