It wasn't until I was in bed myself that I started to wonderhow the bouncer knew we were staying in a motel."Where the hell are we going anyhow?" Broo...s asked suddenly, bringingme back to the present. He had been dozing and I had been drivingwithout really thinking. I looked around. When had I turned off theInterstate? I looked ahead for highway markers. We were on a good two-lane blacktop road, but I didn't see any markers."I'm not sure," I muttered."Where the hell is the Interstate?" Brooks. Jared: cole, i'm sorry. i really need to talk to you. please.Cole: who is joel?Jared: don't ... he's just this guy from school, we used to be sort-of friendsCole: used to be friends? he still thinks you are friends.Jared: he's an idiot.Cole sighed and stamped his boots on the dock, forcing the moorhen in the reeds to flap hastily away, screeching.Cole: look can i just tell you something?Jared: sure. you want to do it over the phone?Cole: saves me from running away again. i know we don't know. I sat all the way up, and sat next to his hip. I put my hand down through the waistband of his boxers, and started really stroking it.Just as I started stroking harder, and he got truly hard, he woke up. He hooked his fingers around the waist band and pulled them down off of his feet. I sat next to him, his full cock exposed now. He had his eyes closed and was moving his hips in time with my strokes. I beat him off faster and faster, watching his face as he was in true bliss. It was only five. You can feel your cock straining against your pants, aching to be freed, experiencing solace in the knowledge that it soon will be buried deeply in one of the tight, wet holes in my body. Suddenly you grasp my shoulders forcefully and spin me around. My shaking hands grasp the edges of the counter for support then you twirl me so I'm facing the mirror. Watching you kiss the side of my neck as you slide your hands down my arms. Then you drop to your knees, I glance back nervously at the door,.