She looks deep into my eyes for a moment then scans down my body and then focuses on my dick. "How many girls know about your endowment?" I always kne... I was a little bit bigger but not by that much I thought, "Do you really think I am big?" I ask innocently. "Paul, its not only that your big its that its a really nice cock all around! You put all other guys to shame!" She smiled and stopped touching herself and grabbed a small bottle of some sort of oil. "I am going to give you a nice massage.. As pleased as I was, I was also getting nervous now. What if she woke up, what if she screamed, what if...oh the hell with the what if's I will simply sit here and enjoy it while it last. Pulling the blanket over us both as to not draw attention, I reached down and unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring forth, landing into her hand. I lifted my hands back above the blanket so as to look innocent, which I was far from. Tilting the seat back, and lowering the food tray to hide my erection,. I explained I wanted to feel the fabric on my cock, not wanting to fuck him. He stepped back and bent at the waist a little.I slid my cock between the cheeks of his arse, pressing the fabric while sliding up and down the gap. Oh it felt electric with the fabric doing great things to my cock. I had hold of his hips and he was slowly wanking himself. I occasionally adjusted the angle so that my cock pressed straight at his arse rather than sliding. This might have pressed against his hole or not. He only wishes he could make it longer. What if he adds another story in it? Something in the middle to connect the two already existing parts. Jeremy continues thinking as the drive back home becomes a journey of composing a story. Ideas begin to stream from him mind. He tries to pick out one he likes. Succeeding, Jeremy now has the idea of a part of the short story with a guy waking up from a nightmare. Perfect, he thinks. Experiencing Hell, a guy waking up from nightmare about the.