Page 5 of The Highwaymen

Stu gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. “After I fill you up, I'm gonna spin you around and make you suck my cock. Get it nice and clean with that filthy mouth of yours.”

I let out a whimper, fisting myself faster. “Yeah? You gonna fuck my throat raw?”

“Damn right I am. Gonna make you choke on it. And you're gonna thank me for it like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

“Fuck, Stu...” My balls were tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I was so close already, just from his dirty talk.

“That's it, boy. Stroke that dick for me,” Stu growled. “I wanna watch you make a mess all over yourself.”

I threw my head back against the seat, pumping my fist wildly. “Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...”

“Do it. Fuckin' do it. Shoot that load for me.”

With a strangled cry, my cock pulsed in my hand and I was coming hard, painting my chest and stomach. I stroked myself through it, shuddering and gasping under Stu’s heated gaze.

As the aftershocks subsided, I sagged back against the seat, my softening cock still loosely gripped in my fist. Pearly ropes of cum streaked my abs and chest, a few stray drops clinging to the dark hair trailing down from my navel.

Stu let out a low whistle. “Damn, boy. You made quite the mess.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes raked over my debauched state. He leaned over and for a minute I stiffened, thinking he was going to try to touch me, but he didn’t. He opened up a box in the back and brought out some baby wipes, tossing them to me. “Now clean yourself up.”

I caught the baby wipes and smirked at him. “Yes sir,” I said mockingly, proceeding to wipe the cooling cum off my stomach and chest. I made a show of it, slowly dragging the wipes over my skin.

Stu shifted in his seat, clearly affected by the display despite his gruff demeanor. His erection strained noticeably against his jeans. Part of me wanted to reach over and palm him through the denim, feel how hard he was, but I resisted the urge. The game was much more fun when he had to suffer.

After cleaning myself off, I wadded up the messy wipes and stuffed them into the empty beer can. Tucking my spent cock back into my shorts, I rolled down the window and tossed the can out onto the highway. Let the road crews deal with it.

“Litterbug,” Stu grunted, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

I shrugged and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. “So, you never did tell me. What's a guy like you doing out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he deflected, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel. “You don't exactly look like a local.”

I barked out a laugh. “Do I look like I'm from anywhere?” I blew a stream of smoke toward the cab ceiling.

Stu's lips quirked into a half-smile. “Guess not. You got that whole 'drifter without a home' vibe going on.”

I took another drag and flicked the ash out the window. “You're one to talk, Mr. Mysterious. Cruising the interstate, picking up hitchhikers, getting your voyeuristic kicks... Definitely not the vibe of a happily married trucker just doing his job.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Never said I was.”

A heavy silence settled over the cab, broken only by the rumble of the engine and the sound of tires on asphalt. I finished my cigarette and flicked the butt out the window.

“Gotta take a piss,” I announced abruptly. “Pull over.”

Stu glanced at me, then nodded tersely and steered the rig onto the shoulder. As soon as we rolled to a stop, I hopped out and sauntered back the rig to take a leak.

I heard Stu's door open and his boots crunch on the gravel as he came around the front of the truck. He leaned against the grill, arms crossed, watching me with hooded eyes as I unzipped and pulled out my dick.

“Like what you see?” I taunted, meeting his gaze boldly as I aimed my stream at the rear tire.

Stu's eyes gleamed in the shadows, fixed intently on my cock as I took my leak. “You always put on a show when you piss?”

I smirked and gave my dick a little shake before tucking it away. “Can’t help it. I’m a showman. It’s what I do.”

Something hungry flashed across his rugged features before he schooled them back into indifference. He straightened up from the grill. “Get back in the truck. We're losing daylight.”

“Sir, yes sir,” I mocked with a sarcastic salute.

He narrowed his eyes but didn't rise to the bait. Too bad. I could use a good fight.

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