eat behind Dave. “Bro-greetings” were shared all around as Dave headed back to the freeway. I slipped my buds ba my ears, as Dave, Jonnie, and Mike chattered away. Every so often, I’d see hot-frat-stud Mike, turn his head while saying something to either Dave of Jon, look at me, run his eyes up and down the length of outstretched body, smile at me, and adjust the bulge in his shorts. this repeated pattern was making me hard.
Mike seemed to notice, as he shifted in his seat several times, getting closer and closer to me each time. By the time his smooth muscled right leg was lightly grazing my owended left leg, my cock was rock hard and clearly visible, bulging down the right side of my blue jean-clad right thigh. Mike moved up betweeer sole as if he was getting iween Dave and Joo more fully participate in their versation. What he really was doing was movi closer to me, while blog their view, as he reached over and started squeezing, palming, and stroking my steel-hard pipe through my jeans. He didn’t look back at me as his right hand worked its magiy throbbing tool. Eventually he had worked my zipper down, ihe top band of my black, micro-fiber, Armani, low-rise, briefs and literally fished my hard pre-cumming rock hard cock out into the open. I just leaned back, closed my eyes a him stroke my pulsating cock while I rocked out to my set of Bruno Mars.
Unfortunately, we had reached the freeway exit in Calabasas on our way to pick up Sean. He was Jonnie’s bff ………..and his “BFF”. Sean is another closet-case who attributes his bi-curious, totally homo activities, to his state of intoxication. All I say is that I vividly remember Sean, who was stone-cold s my stone-hard cock ……and me, pounding that same stone hard coto his tight as fuck jock-dude frat-boy ass without a drop of alcohol within a mile from his lips. The only thing his lips were on were me….and my cod the only thing Sean could have gotten drunk on would have been all the cum he had guzzled,