Page 4 of The Highwaymen

I snickered and climbed up into the cab.

As I settled into the passenger seat, Stu tossed the plastic bag between us and cranked the engine. It rumbled to life with a throaty growl. He threw it into gear and peeled out of the lot, tires spitting gravel.

I dug through the bag, curious about what provisions he had procured. Slim Jims, pork rinds, a couple cans of cheap beer. I cracked one open and took a swig. Piss-warm, but it would do.

“So what's your story, cowboy?” I asked, tearing open a Slim Jim. “Let me guess - a wife and two point five kids waiting for you back at the ranch?”

Stu snorted. “Hardly. I'm what you might call...unattached.”

“A lone wolf. I canrespect that.” I tilted my head, studying him. Stu kept his eyes on the road, jaw set, one hand on the wheel. A man of few words. “Though I gotta say, you don't much look the part of a drifter. What's your game, Stu? Cause I doubt you're just out here haulin' freight and suckin' dick at rest stops for shits and giggles.”

Stu cut his eyes at me, then back to the road. “Who says I’m sucking dick?”

“Okay, fine then. Getting your dick sucked. Whatever. But you are gettin’ some out here.”

“Everybody’s getting something,” he mumbled.

I shifted in the seat to face him. “Seriously. Why are you out here?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I just like the scenery.”

I laughed humorlessly. “The scenery? What, endless stretches of blacktop and tumbleweeds really do it for you?”

Stu's lips quirked in a wry smile. “Among other things.” He slid me a sidelong glance, eyes lingering on the bulge still tenting my shorts.

“Oh, I get it. Stu likes towatch.” I leaned back, slowly stroking myself through the thin fabric.

He shifted in his seat. “You're the one who started groping yourself. I'm just an innocent bystander.”

“Innocent, my ass.” I slipped my hand into my shorts and wrapped it around my stiff cock with a hiss of pleasure. “I bet you are the type that likes to watch. Gets off on seeing what nasty shit other guys are into.”

Stu glanced over at me and his tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he watched me stroke. “And what nasty shit are you into?”

“All kinds. Sucking. Hand jobs. Being watched.”

His eyes flicked over me, pupils blown wide and dark. “Thatso?”

I smirked and pulled my dick out of my shorts. “Oh yeah. I'm an exhibitionist through and through. Love knowing someone's getting hot and bothered watching me get off.”

I started slowly fisting my cock, squeezing and twisting on the upstroke. Stu's gaze followed my hand up and down, his breathing getting heavier. “You make a mess in my cab, you best clean it up after.”

“Eyes on the road, cowboy,” I taunted. “Wouldn't want you to wreck this fine piece of machinery.”

Stu forced his attention forward, but he kept sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye. I made sure to put on a good show, thumbing the slit and smearing the bead of pre-cum around the head.

“Fuck,” Stu growled under his breath. He palmed himself through his jeans.

I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on him. I stroked faster, letting out a low moan. “I also like getting fucked in truck stop bathrooms by strangers. Letting them use me like a cheap whore.”

Stu shifted again, adjusting himself. The outline of his hard cock strained against his jeans. “Is that what you want? For me to use you? You want me to shove you against the wall and fuck you so hard you'd feel it for days?”

I spit in my palm and stroked faster, putting on a show for my captive audience. “You gonna cum in me when you do it?”

“Damn straight I'm gonna cum in you,” Stu growled, his eyes glued to the road but flicking over to watch me stroke. “No condom either. I want to watch it leak out of you and lick it up.”

My cock throbbed in my fist at his filthy words. Fuck, he was good at this game.

“That's so fucking hot,” I groaned, swiping my thumb over the leaking slit. “Tell me more. What else are you gonna do to me?”

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