On the Road Again and Again
Prologue: This compilation features encounters of road head and car sex between myself and Marty. There is a lot of ejaculation, so it could be considered a cumpilation. I hope you enjoy every moment. If you have never tried road head or car sex, you are missing out. Make sure the driver can handle multitasking and prioritize safety. If there are any issues, it is easy to find a secluded spot to continue. Car sex can happen in various locations such as parking lots, parks, rest areas, backroads, parking garages, or even in the garage.
If driving does work out, I would pick a road that’s straight and smooth, because the road head recipient can devote more attention to the pleasure. Try to keep pace with the other cars and go the speed limit, because if you’re slowing down, it’s easier for people in passing cars to see things. Road head itself is not explicitly illegal in any state, but being seen doing road head or car sex could lead to public indecency or distracted driving charges. Of course, the risk of being seen or having a spectator might be your jam…go for it!
Getting pants down or taking it out while driving isn’t the easiest thing in the world, so make it easier for the recipient. Hold off till they’re wearing something you can slip down or easily access a raging hardon (i.e. sweatpants, shorts, underwear or nothing at all).
Swallow! Assuming you don’t want jizz all over the seats or your shirt, its best to take the load down your throat. It’s hot as fuck, but it makes it easiest on the driver during orgasm, probably the most distracting part of the road head. If your partner isn’t comfortable swallowing, find somebody that does.
Lastly, road head may just be the start, because things often escalate. I think it’s important to be creative and use your vehicle to the fullest. Don’t limit yourself to just the front seat or back seat. Here are just a few more options I’ve experienced: You can put the seats down in a jeep or SUV, and there’s a lot of room back there. Use the bed of the pickup or my personal favorite, the tailgate (it’s often at the right height). There’s hardly a better way to enjoy sex-under-the-stars than doing it on a tailgate! You can also bend your partner over the top of the car or have them grab the bumper. You can lean your partner through an open window, or through an open door, using the seat for support. Try something oral with your partner while they’re seated with their legs hanging out the open door, and you’re kneeling between their legs. Happy Road Head everyone!
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We were headed out for a beer, and Marty was driving, but he had to stop at the gym because he forgot to leave some membership paperwork. I guess I noticed an odor, but it wasn’t really a bad odor. It was a little like a locker room, but more like Marty. That’s when I realized Marty still had his gym bag in the backseat; It was open, and I could see a jock right on top.
Well, what do you think happened? I couldn’t resist, pulling it out and running it through my fingers, stretching it out, admiring it…and fantasizing. The pouch was a little worn and stretched-out, in a manly-bulge-way. I daydreamed that he was filling it out and I was on my knees. Because of the dirty, little fantasy, I had to reposition the swelling I was experiencing.
I inhaled deeply, sucking in the masculine scent, imagining that I was running my lips over the pouch, stretched tight around his junk. I started rubbing the growing dick inside my shorts. Nearly full mast, I had to reposition it again, and considered pulling it out.
An erotic sensation washed over me, as I dreamed about his gorgeous abs and that full jockstrap, filled with eight thick inches, and big seed-heavy balls. I wondered what was taking him so long, because I was horny as fuck and ready to jump him.
The sound of the driver’s door startled me, as he jumped into the car, laughing, “Guess you’re enjoying that…I could put it on and model it for you, but I got the real thing right here.”
Then he ran his hand over the bulge in my shorts, joking as he was groping the dick inside, “You’ve got a tent, dude…wouldn’t mind camping inside those pants!”
It felt good, and I was about do the same for him, but he grinned, struggling to pull his dick out, “I think this’s where I should make a move…might get some head from my boyfriend.”
So beautiful and perfect, I stared for a second, before looking up into his sexy grin, and nodding, “Yeah, that’s a nice move…and definitely…you can count on the road head.”
“Lift your ass up, and I’ll help you get your pants down,” I grinned.
There was nothing else in my head…I just wanted suck my boyfriend’s dick and empty his balls. Fortunately, Marty had the sense to move to an adjacent parking lot that was more private. The dentist’s office was closed for the day, but I grinned, thinking it was the perfect place to open my mouth nice and wide, for Marty…Hung Stud Dentistry, specializing in teeth whitening and protein treatments.
A little over eight and thick, the head and shaft were manly proportioned. Marty’s dick thickened some just past the head and down to the base, and you could feel that girthy flare when you stroked it in your fist…or your lips. What I’ve always loved is how the veins popped when he was full-on…and the bigger veins are a treat for the tongue.
When he’s erect like that, the head swells and I run my tongue over that incredible ridge…I could do it all day. Sometimes, I wish could spend hours just sucking the head, slurping his arousal, and listening to the pleasured moans.
Once he moved the seat way back, away from the steering wheel, I was between his legs and on it. It stood erect, inches from my face, and I admired the rock-hard flesh, defined by those pulsing veins. I trailed my fingers over the surface, moving up the thick shaft towards the head, stout and dusty burgundy in color. The manly, hot flesh filled my hand, and I felt the rise and fall of those handsome veins.
My tongue quickly joined the party; it always felt so good to have my tongue on Marty’s cock. I took it slow, licking over the head, and around the ridge, until I had to have more and started working the whole shaft, up and down.
“Ohhhh…shitttttt…yesssssssss!” Then he moaned, “Oh yeah…road head…fuckin’ love this…just…just like that first time at the movie…or driving to Paige’s…or…fuck, that time in my parent’s drive…ohhhh…you fucked me over the car…oh god, yessssss!”
I kept working his cock, but he kept talking, “Oh…Rob…Rob…keep that up…yeah…yeah…this’s our thing!” He laughed a little, “On the road, along the road, road sex is kind of our thing.” Then he started singing, “On the road again…just can’t wait to get on the road again…again…and again!”
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A Memory: God damn that’s the truth…memories of past encounters flooded through my head, like a raging, pulsing torrent…and my brain was the fucking kayak. Despite my focus on my boyfriend’s beautiful dick, I was sent back to times and places we did it in the car.