The Towel Boy Accidentally Jerked Me Off 06 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6: Road Trip (Happily Ever After)

The truck was loaded by ten in the morning.

Kenny had helped me pack it, which I hadn't asked him to do. I came down from my last trip to the room and he had reorganized the bed of the truck so everything fit better than I had arranged it, and he was leaning against the tailgate eating an apple looking satisfied with himself.

"You didn't have to do that," I said.

"I know," he said, and got in the passenger seat.

We stopped for gas on the way out of town and Kenny went in and came back with two coffees and a bag of random snacks, whatever looked good at the time, and he put my coffee in the cupholder without asking how I took it because he already knew, and I pulled out of the station and got on the highway. Open road. Windows down.

Kenny had his feet up on the dash within the first twenty minutes. Instead of music, we played a TV show on streaming that we had both already seen. It was relaxing to listen to a re-watch that I didn’t even have to actually look at. It was better than music, for some reason. We left it on low and we didn't talk much, just drove, and it was easy the way everything with Kenny was easy.

Somewhere a couple hours into the drive, with nothing but flat highway in every direction and the cruise control set, Kenny put his coffee down and looked over at me.

I kept my eyes on the road.

He leaned across the center console and I put one hand loosely in his hair and the other stayed on the wheel, and I drove straight and steady while Kenny did the thing that he always did, warm and unhurried, no rush, like we had all the time in the world, which we did.

The highway was empty. The sun was high. I kept us at a steady sixty-five while he took a big whiff of my cock. 

“How’s it smell today?” I said quietly, honestly a little curious why he did that. 

It was like he always had to check in on me first with his nose, like he could tell how I was doing by my smell.

“Good,” he said.

It was nice having a friend who does stuff like this. The first one I ever had who did. 

I started getting hard when he started rubbing my cock with his lips through my shorts. He always did it that way. I think it was part of the good luck charm, the way he started slowly every time, working me up until I was desperate for it.

He reached for my waistband and I lifted my ass off the seat quickly, letting him free my manhood for the work that needed to be done. The thing had a mind of its own, already hard and dripping my pre-cum, leaving a string that reached the seat. It was almost embarrassing how reactive I was down there, but when he dropped his head and sank his hot mouth onto me, I forgot all about it. 

Even after all this time, he still struggled with the size of my dick. It stretched his lips, making him look like he was trying to swallow a baseball bat. A girl had measured it once to prove it to her friends, and it was over nine inches long.

No girl ever did to me what Kenny was able to do though. He would push me to the edge in seconds. And he somehow knew, pulling off quickly and sucking on my balls, letting my aching cock throb in the air, dripping a stream of pre-cum down onto his face.

When I got impatient, I grabbed his hair, gently coaxing him back onto my cock. He licked slowly up my shaft until he reached the tip, and sank down onto me again. This time I pushed his head. I wanted to feel his throat again.

He seemed a bit surprised that I had done that, but it felt right at the time. He leaned into it quickly, gripping my balls tightly while his middle finger searched for my hole. The intensity of the sensation was insane, but I never looked away from the road. It was so hot doing it in public. 

Luckily I was in a truck, higher off the road. I looked down at one point and saw a family, which  made my face turn red. Another car was full of hot, college-aged girls. It briefly reminded me of how much I used to fuck before I started hanging out with Kenny all the time. 

With my male friend’s head sunk down onto my cock, giving me the hoover extreme suction treatment and fingering my ass, I almost thought, for the briefest second, that something might be off about this. But he broke my train of thought when he stuck a second finger inside me, lubricated only with his drool and throat juices dripping down my balls. 

The sensation shot through me and I was ready to cum. He pulled my cock out of his throat, and my balls were basically begging to be drained. 

He looked up at me while he held my thick dick in a vice grip, his hand not even able to go all the way around it. “You wanna cum?”

“Yeah,” I said breathily.

He just waited, rubbing my balls and fingering my ass. 

“Please,” I said in a squeaky voice.

“There’s a good boy,” he whispered, and it didn’t even hit me in the moment what a strange thing that was. If anything, it made me more turned on.

He suddenly jumped up on his knees on the center console, in a very dangerous position. He aimed his dick right at mine and squirted a thick, heavy load all over my cock and balls, the hot juices adding to the mess that was already there. 

“Oh fuck,” I said, and he started stroking me again, his tight grip and the hot slippery cum making my whole body tense while my hips jerked involuntarily. His hand dug under my balls and found my hole again, shoving two or three fingers in quickly, wiggling them around.

“Fuckkkk,” I exhaled, as I started to squirt cum into the air.

The first shot almost hit the ceiling of the truck cab, and he dove back down onto me before the second one escaped my cock. He swallowed in real time while he nursed my throbbing cock as it pulsed my load into him. 

While he slowly milked the rest of my load out of me with his suctioned lips, I stared ahead at the road, the most peaceful, pleasant sensation rippling down my body. I thought about how good my life had gotten since Kenny started being my personal towel boy, my little service boy keeping my balls drained for good luck. Nothing was more important than winning, in baseball and in life, 

By the time he sat back up we were forty miles further down the road and I felt loose and warm and completely at peace with everything in my life.

"That might be enough good luck for the whole break," I said, glancing at him briefly while he cleaned us both up.

He laughed and put his feet back on the dash and closed his eyes, and within ten minutes he was asleep.

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I drove for a long time without saying anything.

The streaming tv we were listening to was on a low volume. The miles went by. I glanced over at Kenny every so often, just reminding myself he was there. He was out completely, head tipped slightly toward the window, one hand resting open on his knee.

I don't know when I started talking. It just happened, low and quietly, not expecting a response.

"I always wished I had a brother," I said, more to myself than to him, knowing he was sleeping. "Growing up. Just someone who was always around. Someone to be in my corner."

The road went on ahead of us.

"You're like that," I said. "You know that? You're like a brother to me, man."

Kenny didn't move.

I glanced over at him. His eyes were still closed.

"I love you, man," I said.

I looked back at the road. I had never said that to a friend before, a guy. I had said it before I even thought it in my head. I just sat quietly as the words echoed in my head. It was a special feeling, admitting it out loud, even if he didn’t hear them. I didn't feel the need to take them back or explain them, or minimize them out of insecurity. 

"I love you," I said again, quieter.

Kenny's hand moved across the console and landed on my thigh. Warm and still. His eyes didn't open.

"I love you too," he said.

I put my hand over his.

The highway went on ahead of us, long and straight and open, and I kept driving.