Gary grants Kevin's wish

"As long as you drive like it's my neck and your dick on the line," Gary said. "I'll give it a try and if it doesn't work, I'll ease off."

"Works for me," Kevin said. "Welcome back. You were always a joke as a surfer, but you're a good dude. Especially now that you've got a girlfriend who isn't a drunk psycho nympho bitch."

Gary leaned over, slipping down past his chest belt. Kevin raised his gear shift arm to let Gary bend down toward Kevin's lap.

"That's the way, Gary," Kevin said. "You know what you're doing."

It was an awkward angle, so Gary didn't try anything fancy. He took Kevin's cock head into his mouth and sucked steadily and gently. Gary could taste Rei's pussy juice. It wasn't the first time.

"Took you long enough to come out as a cocksucker, Menard," Kevin said. "How long were you sucking off your friend Peter? You have Sharon beat all to hell already. Oh yeah. Suck me like that, Gary."

Kevin often acted like kind of a jerk, but he didn't get off on being a jerk, and Rei kept him in line. And Kevin was always nicer when he'd gotten some head. Gary figured that he and Kevin were on the same page for today. With Pete and Sandy out of town for who knew how long, Kevin and Rei were a perfectly fine hook-up couple for Gary and Bernie.

Kevin gave voice to fewer words and more sighs as they drove on.

There was a little bump, then Kevin eased to a stop, set the brake, and turned off the engine. He reclined his seat partway.

Rain pattered on the windshield. Gary kept sucking. Kevin sighed in pleasure. He was oozing slippery, salty pre-cum from the tip of his cock.

"We're here," Kevin said. "In case you're keen to jump up and see your lesbo girlfriend eating my lesbo girlfriend's butt. But no hurry from me. Oh yeah, that. I'd love you to crank off my first shot. Long as your neck's not bothering you. Take, ah, yeah. Take as long as you like."

Gary released his seatbelt and brought his other hand round to cup Kevin's balls. Kevin groaned. "Oh yeah," he said.