Fully Loaded E13 | I found a way to get rid of the evidence

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Aaron’s POV:

We started this tradition with our friend group to go camping every year together after finals. It's only the second time that we’re doing this, but I guess twice does make it a tradition. 

Take 5 nerds and shove them in a car on a long road trip and sure enough the conversation goes far too in-depth in the fan theories of shows and movies. I thought I was a pretty big Potterhead but maybe I was too occupied with the winding road because I lost the thread of the conversation along the way. It started to become just background noise to me. 

Of course, besides the road, I was paying attention to Wyatt next to me. He insisted on sitting in the front because of his long legs. True enough, his hairy legs pushed against the glove compartment even with the seat put back.

As the long trip progressed, he looked more and more uncomfortable. 

I know it's not just his legs. 

For someone who cums like a fucking hose multiple times a day, he must be getting a bit loaded up by hour 3 in the car. From my peripheral vision, I watch him constantly pull on his shorts and stretch his legs in the limited space. 

He needs to blow. 

And I'm going to help him. That's my role in our friendship now. 

And I love it. 

“Can you stop at the next gas station?” Freddie complains in the seat behind me. “I need to take a leak.” 

“Yeah, same,” Wyatt says quickly and I smile to myself as I signal to make the exit. It's time.

Once we arrive at the gas station, the 3 guys in the back get out first and make their way inside. With the back seat free, Wyatt adjusts his seat all the way back and makes a loud groan. 

“Fuck, my legs…” he moans as he rubs his thighs. The moans are not so far from his orgasmic ones. So naturally, it turns me on. 

“You don't want to get out?” I ask while unbuckling my seat belt. 

“I'm going to wait for them to come back first,” Wyatt says while reclining his seat too. His shirt stretches just a bit above his brief’s elastic waistband. “Then I can…well, you know.” 

I do know. 

“Did you want a hand?” I suggest while staring at the sliver of skin shown between his shirt and briefs. “We still have a long drive.” 

Wyatt adjusts his package in his shorts and says, “that would be nice.” 

When his hand moves off, I place my hand on his crotch to feel it. His bulge shifts when I touch it, changing shape as I squeeze gently. 

“Hey, not in public… I mean, not here…” Wyatt lifts his head from the headrest to look out the window. 

His dick tells a different story. I slide my hand under his shorts leg hole and cusp his whole package.

Hard.

Ready.

Needs a draining. 

I pulled his cock through the slit of his briefs to free it, and it finished growing hard in my fist. I squeeze it, enjoying the small pulses his shaft gives me in return for my touch. 

“They're going to be back soon,” Wyatt pants, evidently so very sensitive after a few hours of holding it in. His eyes are shut tight and his shoulders are tense. 

I stroke his cock slowly, knowing without seeing that his foreskin is gliding smoothly past his mushroom head. I also know if I pull it down all the way….

“Oh fuck..”

I smile to myself again as I feel the flow of precum leak down to my fist and I stroke it into his cock, making Wyatt breathe out heavily. 

“Careful.” He turns his head to look at me. His long hair falls in his face as he does, and he brushes it back.

I didn't want to be careful. 

I stroke him fast, watching the panic rise in his eyes and his lips silently mouth to me that it's too much. I hike his shorts up to pull his long dick out of his leg hole. 

“Oof.” He winced while looking down. Gently reaching inside the brief’s slit again, I pull out his swollen balls too. “It’s…”

“I know.” I carefully pull the loose skin out of the fabric.

He is beautiful like that, laying back on a reclined seat with his magnificent hard-on and balls on full display. 

“They're coming out the door,” he whispers to me while looking past my shoulder. 

“You want to finish here or in the bathroom?” I ask him as I stroke him slightly. His cock feels so good in my hand, and I love memorizing which part of his cock makes his body and face twitch like that.

“It's too late not to finish now.” Wyatt gulps with his eyes fixed on our friends coming back. I turn my head back to look and see them chatting with each other outside the door while eating ice cream cones. 

“Yeah?” I increase the speed of the stroke and watch his resolve dissolve further under my touch. His dick is rigid in my fist, and his constant flow of precum is making it easy to stroke his whole cock. 

When my fist passes by his head, his upper body tenses up more. He sits up, balancing on his elbows, to look at his cock in my hand.

“They're coming!” he whispers loudly in urgence to me. “I've got some tissue in my backpack.” 

I slide his mushroom head over my palm again, enjoying the way it makes him sperm. 

“They're coming! They're …. oh fuck! Aaron! They're …ah…” His head slams back on the headrest, making the seat creak at the force. 

I put my other hand on his cock, spiraling up and down on his long stiff shaft. 

Up

And

Down

Up

And 

Down

“I'm cumming… I'm cumming… I'm going to fucking blow!” His voice strained with effort in keeping it in. He knows he's going to make a mess in the car. 

All over his shirt

All over the seat 

All our friends will recognize the smell. 

“I can't hold it!”

I lean down and swallow his cock. 

“FUCK!!!!!” His body spasms sharply and his dick erupts in my mouth. My mouth fills up quickly with his bitter juices and I swallow as much as I can as the taste of him floods my senses. 

“You have to keep going! You have to keep going!” His hand grips my head and bounces me at the rhythm that he needs. I let him control my head and focus on swallowing his jets of cum down. 

“Oh…oh…oh….” His mix of moaning and whimpering is so fucking hot. His hand releases my head. I stroke the base of his cock lightly, pushing out the rest of his milk and lapping it up.

My whole throat is lined with the taste of him. 

I know my stomach is filled with his essence. 

I nurse every last drop of him. 

“They're coming…” he says weakly and out of breath. 

I take his limp wet cock out of my mouth and put it back inside the briefs. Then, I lower his shorts back in place. He's lying back with his eyes closed, still trying to steady his breath. 

The car doors open and Freddie attempts to get in on Wyatt’s side.

“How am I going to sit like this?” 

“Sorry,” Wyatt says quietly as he readjusts the seat, giving me a look as he sits up straight. 

Like I would tell them. This is our secret.

“You guys aren't hungry? They've got the good cones here.” 

“Already ate,” I say as I ignite the engine. “Ready to go?”