Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 23:06:55 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Jerking With Jason Chapter 2: More Jerking With Jason

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More Jerking With Jason
R. A. Swain


Jason sat in his car inching along Route One on a summer's evening, in the
usual Friday night traffic, his windows opened so his car wouldn't
overheat, and his mind wandering. It had been another typical week for him
and he was looking forward to the weekend to relax and let loose. He had
one hand on the wheel and his other hand had casually come to rest on his
thigh. Subconsciously his thumb was rubbing the outline of his cock through
the thin material of his suit pant, his hand slowly moving more and more to
grope his growing member.

He looked down at his hand and stopped. "What the hell am I doing?" he
thought. He shook his head. More and more lately he caught himself
subconsciously playing with himself in public or semi-public places.

"You're enjoying it," the voice in his mind whispered.

He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it, especially with the slight bulge he
felt growing beneath his thumb. "I can't do this all the time," he thought
to himself.

"Oh yes you can," the voice whispered back. "You're young and hot, and
horny."

Jason had to admit he was all of those things. At 23 he landed in a
corporate position with ease, something he hadn't expected but welcomed
when the money became evident. His body was in reasonably good shape, and
his cock didn't seem to want to quit. The voice taunting him to be more
daring and expose himself in more public places, or in more exciting ways,
was right to some extent.

He looked at the line of traffic ahead of his car. "If I have to wait for
two more traffic lights, I'll whip my cock out and drive home that way, but
if I only have to wait for one light I'll keep caressing myself through my
pants until I blow my load." He couldn't believe he was making bets like
this with himself, although this was not the first time his mind had led
him down this path.

He watched the light turn green and the cars inching up. Maybe cumming in
his pants wouldn't be such a bad thing, he thought. The light changed and
he was still a long way from being home free. As the light went from red to
green again he hoped he would make it through, but his hoping did little
good. He caught his eyes in the rearview mirror, the glint of a thrill in
them, as he realized he was now faced with paying up on his own bet.

"A bet's a bet," the voice whispered. "You bet yourself, now pay yourself."

Jason shook his head, but his hand slowly, so as not to draw attention to
himself from any of the other cars around him, opened his fly, and allowed
his cock to slip from the confines of his trousers. He sat upright at the
light, not really noticing the truck next to him. His hand slowly stroked
up the length of the shaft of his rock hard cock and the light changed
again.

He inched forward in the fast lane, smiling to himself. "Fast lane," he
thought. "It barely moves."

The light changed again and he glanced around at his surroundings. He was
not at the front of the line with his hard cock sticking through his open
fly. He looked to his right and saw the eighteen-wheeler pulling up next to
him again, and the cab coming to a stop even with his passenger side
window. He casually peeked upward toward the driver.

A dirty blonde head, with a bare chest was visible if he looked in his side
mirror. The guy looked to be young, under thirty, and was semi-cute. Jason
casually stroked his shaft and the movement caught the eye of the
trucker. A broad grin crossed his face. He looked directly down into the
car at Jason.

The light changed again and Jason moved forward down the road. One more
light was ahead, but the traffic was thinning. He could make the light if
he wanted to do so, but he was intrigued by the smile he saw on the
trucker's face before the light changed. He slowed enough to catch the
light, and as luck would have it, the trucker slowed right next to him.

"Cool show," the trucker called down to Jason.

Jason leaned over and looked up at the man. "Thanks."

"There's a rest stop about a mile up on our right," the trucker said. "You
wanna follow me in so we can talk?"

Jason listened to the emphasis the trucker put on the word talk. "I don't
know? My mother always told me not to trust strangers."

"She obviously didn't tell you not to whack off while driving. Come on, I
just want to talk." The trucker pushed.

Jason looked up at the light. "Okay, lead the way."

The light changed and they started up again, in lessening traffic. Jason
continued to stroke his cock as he drove down the highway alongside the
truck, until the trucker signaled that the turnoff was coming up. Jason
fell back a bit and put his blinker on to move over, to follow the
eighteen-wheeler into the park-like rest area. He had been in many such
rest areas in his life, but a lot of them were when he was a kid on family
trips with his parents.

He followed the roadway to the parking area, and saw one other truck
parked. The truck he was following pulled to the farther side of the
parking area, away from the already parked truck, and Jason pulled in a few
feet away on the driver's side. He stopped and watched the driver climb
down out of his rig. He was shirtless, with a hairy chest, and good
build. His flat stomach showed above his low-slung jeans, as he swaggered
up to the passenger side of Jason's Saturn.

"The name's Brian. You?"

"Jason. Nice to meet you, Brian."

Brian was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Man, do you always ride around
jerking off?"

"Sometimes. It's a little game I sometimes play with myself, so to speak. I
bet myself I will or won't whip my cock out if I make it through a light or
don't. I know, it sounds childish."

"Not at all," Brian said. "I do stuff like that all the time. I'm just glad
when I meet another guy, especially a hot looking one, also doing it."

"You've caught other guys doing this?" Jason asked, adjusting his position
to give Brian an optimal view of his equipment.

"Sure I have. I saw a guy in Colorado driving naked, and one up in North
Jersey also. I've come across guys doing all sorts of stuff while driving."
Brian explained, scratching his chest.

"I'd sure like to see you put on a little show for me," Jason said. "Kind
of a mutual show actually."

Brian grinned again. "You want me to do it out here, or in there with you?"

Jason looked around at the deserted rest area. He didn't see the other
truck driver, and guessed he might be asleep in his cab or in the
restrooms. It was still light out, only about seven PM, but they were far
enough from the main road to have a little fun. "Why don't you start it out
there?"

Brian stood up and looked around surveying for himself how safe it might be
to whip it out. His hand scratched at his bare stomach and then opened the
button on his jeans. He slowly tugged at the metal zipper while Jason sat
glued to the show unraveling before him. Soon the zipper was completely
opened and Brian casually pushed his jeans down to about mid thigh. He
wasn't wearing underwear, and his reddish blonde pubes came into view
quickly. They were neatly trimmed and it was obvious his cock and balls
were shaved.

He tugged on his growing cock, and began stroking himself for Jason's
viewing pleasure.  His balls were low hangers, gently swaying and
occasionally brushing against the waist of his jeans. His cock was long,
probably seven or eight inches, Jason guessed, and cut with a big mushroom
head. "Is this what you had in mind?" He asked Jason, snapping him back to
the here and now.

Jason smiled. "Oh yeah." He continued stroking his own cock for Brian's
enjoyment, and opened his blue dress shirt, loosening his tie.

"Leave the tie on," Brian requested. "But lose the shirt."

Jason moved quickly to shed his shirt, revealing his tanned chest. "This
better?"

Brian nodded. "Now either I come in there, or you join me out here. Just
like I am."

Jason didn't bother to think. He opened the driver's side and got out,
walking around the front of his car with his cock swinging, and then
stopped right in front of Brian. He opened his belt, undid the snap and let
his pants fall to mid-thigh, showing Brian that he too was freeballing and
his balls were low swinging.

"Damn, this is hot." Brian said, as he increased the speed of his
strokes. "Mind if I lick that?"

Jason shook his head. "I don't mind. In fact, I was just about to ask you
the same thing."

"We'll take turns?"

Jason smiled. "Yeah, but don't cum. I want to watch you blast all over the
hood of my car."

Brian smiled and sunk to his knees, taking Jason in his mouth.

Jason leaned his head back, and shivered with pleasure and Brian's mouth
engulfed his cock, and his lips caressed his shaft before he buried his
nose in Jason's dark and neatly trimmed pubes. He felt Brian's hand playing
with his balls and knew he had to get his mouth filled with Brian soon.  He
paced himself, and stopped Brian after a couple of minutes.

"Man, you're too good. I don't want to shoot yet. Let me have a go at your
knob." Within seconds Brian was standing and Jason was kneeling and they
reversed the giving and taking of pleasure. Jason felt Brian's hand on the
top of his head, guiding him, setting his pace, and he felt Brian thrusting
into his mouth as far as his cock would go, hitting the back of his throat.

After what seemed like forever, but not nearly long enough, Brian stopped
Jason. "I'm gonna blow, man."

Jason pulled back. "Do it on the hood of my car."

Jason stood up next to Brian, and he stroked himself while watching Brian
jerk himself off, jerking in short and then long strokes. He watched
Brian's cock throb, and the head seem to pulse before a stream of white
spunk shot out across the hood of his Saturn. He watched Brian's cock throb
again and again, and more and more cum shoot from that big mushroom tip and
land on the hood of his car.

Brian's breathing returned to normal as he surveyed his handy work. "You
like?"

Jason grinned. "Now stand behind me, press you cock against my bare ass,
and jerk me off the same way you did yourself."

Brian moved into position, rubbing his hands over Jason's chest while he
pressed his hairy chest against the soft skin of Jason's back. He felt
Jason grind his ass against his still semi-hard cock and wrapped his
fingers around Jason's rigid shaft. He began stroking Jason's cock, in
short and then long strokes. He squeezed the shaft and stroked faster then
slower, while nuzzling Jason's neck and rubbing his cock into the cleft of
Jason's ass.

Jason shivered under Brian's touch, enjoying the feel of the trucker's
hairy chest against his back, and the throbbing cock rubbing against the
crack of his ass. But the best part was Brian's hand on his Jason's cock,
stroking him, and squeezing him, pumping the skin back and forth, up and
down the shaft. His hand felt so strange on Jason's long hard cock. Jason
loved the feeling of not being in complete control, being played with by
someone else's fingers and felling Brian's thumb play with the tip of his
cock, fingering the piss slit, and stroking the underside of his shaft. He
felt Brian's arms encircle him as he brought his other hand around to play
with Jason's balls, squeezing them and caressing them, while he rubbed his
chest and now fully hard cock against Jason's back and ass.

Jason moaned and felt cum boiling in his balls. Brian squeezed them again,
and stroked a short jerk and then a long one on his shaft and Jason began
to blow his own load. He moaned again, and opened his eyes to see his cum
shooting from his cock onto the hood of his car, joining Brian's load. He
ground his ass back against Brian's cock, and thrust into Brian's hand, and
watched more streams of cum shoot forth and splatter the hood of the
car. After several more strands of cum, and after Brian roughly pinched
Jason's nipples, Jason came back down to reality. He felt Brian's hard cock
against his ass.

He turned around so his still semi-hard cock was pressing against Brian's,
and took both of them in his fist. He began to jerk himself and Brian off,
in the parking lot of the rest area. Brian thrust his hips up, and pulled
Jason forward, rubbing his chest against Jason's and roughly pressing their
mouths together. He thrust his tongue in Jason's mouth, and felt Jason's
cock pulse against his own while Jason jerked them both off.

Brian thrust harder and moaned through his kiss as his cock pulsed and cum
shot out and up both men's stomachs and chests. He kept thrusting as more
and more cum was being rubbed between them. Jason's cock was renewed and
getting there as well, and it only took a few more strokes before he shot
his second load.

They stood embracing again for a moment before Jason stepped back. He
looked around the deserted parking lot again, and still didn't see the
other truck driver. Brian pulled Jason toward him once again and kissed him
deeply, then pulled back. Both men stood with their drooping cocks barely
touching and their pants around their ankles.

"That was unbelievable," Brian said.

"Incredible," Jason added. "I suppose we should pull our pants up?"

Brian chuckled. "I suppose."

Jason looked down at his cum covered chest and stomach and necktie. "Damn,
I forgot I was wearing this." He took it off and handed it to
Brian. "Souvenir?"

Brian took it. "Cool. I'll never have it cleaned you know that? This'll
always remind me of a hot time I had in New Jersey."

Jason pulled his slacks up and reached into his pocket. He withdrew a
business card. "Whenever you're in this area, call me. I'll make it worth
your while."

Brian pulled his jeans up, but left his cock hanging out. "I gotta get
going or I'll miss my deadline, but I've got to piss first." Jason watched
him walk off toward the restrooms, and then climbed back into his car and
drove off.

In the restroom Brian stood in front of the urinal and released his
bladder. "J.D. I know you're in here. I recognize your rig parked out
there."

"That was some show you and that guy put on out there," a voice answered
from inside the stall.

"So hot you just had to jerk yourself off before getting back on the road?"

"You know it, man. Unless you're willing to help out a buddy?"

"Step out here, and I'll give you a hand," Brian said.

"I ain't the exhibitionist you and that fella apparently are,"
J.D. replied. "What happens if someone catches us?"

"Get out here now, and you've better be naked," Brian ordered.

The stall door opened and a man in his mid-fifties appeared, carrying his
t-shirt and his jeans around his ankles. He shuffled a bit as he walked out
to greet his buddy. Brian smiled and sank to his knees in front of the
older man. He looked up at the smooth chest and not so flat stomach. "I see
you've been playing with it a lot." He admired the banana-curved cock
sticking up in his face. Thicker than Jason's and his own, but not as long
as either.

He took it in his mouth hungrily and sucked on the throbbing member for
several minutes, until J.D. moaned. "I can't hold out much longer."

Brian took one last lick and leaned his hand back. "Shot it on my chest,"
he ordered. He continued to stroke J.D.'s cock for a few seconds and then
J.D. took over, pumping his bone in his hand, watching his cum shoot out
and splatter down on his buddy's hairy chest.

"Thanks man," Brian said, finally standing up after J.D. finished shooting
his load on his chest.

"No, thank you." J.D. said, pulling his pants up. He handed Brian the
T-shirt he was carrying. "In case you want to clean up a bit."

Brian took the T-shirt and wiped some of the cum from his hairy chest, then
handed the T-shirt back to J.D. "You keep it."

Later that night Jason again found himself riding on Route One. This time
he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. His friend Roger had called him to
come out and play for a bit, and being a Friday night, he figured a bar and
a few drinks would be fine. He passed the rest area again, and smiled to
himself. Wait until I tell Roger, he thought.

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