“So, you need a ride do you?” Jake said. It seemed to work, because in just a few minutes, Stu grunted and thrust with his hips, sending a thick rope of cum deep into my throat. With a wicked grin he said, “You won’t be needing these.”
Stu pulled into the diner and parked, and we climbed down from the cab. Jake let my head up from his blowjob so I could order, and I asked for a grilled cheese sandwich and a beer. He began pushing on the back of my head, trying to get more of his pole into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, as Jake used his left hand behind my head to encourage my effort. With his hand behind my head pushing and pulling, I began bobbing my head up and down on his big rod, sucking on the mushroom tip, and stroking his shaft with my hand in an effort to get him to cum quickly.