Just as he was ready to come, he pointed that gorgeous tool right at his own face and let out what felt like a gallon of cum. 10? 15 shots? He had n... idea, but by now his pillow, face, neck, and chest were covered in sticky cum. He wondered why it made M so horny, so he tasted his own load and licked it a bit, 'Not bad, he thought' and it made him hornier. Just then, the phone rang…"Hey what's up J?" It was M"Nothin, you?" Nothin, wanna do somethin?" Yeah, but no gay stuff OK? I really. I then hopped into the passenger seat. With a quick glance back, I could see that John's view of the front was completely blocked. I knew this was going to be a good trip.About ten minutes into the drive, I noticed John's breathing began to get slower. I looked over at Suzanne. She checked the rear view mirror and nodded."So, Dave, how have you been?" she asked."Pretty good, but something has been... Missing."She reached over and began rubbing my crotch. "I know what you mean." she said as I. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the pre cum over my swollen head and started to work my hand up and down. It didn’t take long for me to rich the point of totally lost by pleasure. As I cum focusing my cock to the toilet paper to shoot my load, I thought I heard a movement at my door. When I looked I could not see anything. I went to the loo flushed the paper away and washed my cock and hands. As I laid in bed I heard that Mom was still up and busy. The next morning I woke up by the smell. He suddenly appreciated the urgent situation we were in. The train was entering the station but still going too fast for anyone to see what was happening in our compartment. I pulled up his Jockey Y-fronts getting them to mop-up as much spunk that was on his thighs, pubes and belly. Then I followed with his shorts, he belted them and zipped up his fly. It was still easy to see his bulge in the khaki shorts. He straightened his hair and sat down as did I. Just as the train squealed to a.