Lewis goes camping.

I only need to look at Lewis for a second. The tent he is pitching looks like it is ready to rip in half.

I look him in the eyes and ask him, "Can I help you?" He blushes. This could be fun. All he can do is nod. Lewis is the one who never has a shortage of things to say and he is speechless.

I reach across to his side of the car and caress the support of said tent. It just makes the support rise higher. I undo his fly and pull his shorts and underwear out of the way. His cock springs to attention. Precum is in abundance and I use it to good effect, wrapping my fingers around the shaft and sliding it up and down, squeezing just enough to elicit some moans of pleasure.

Eric says, "Don't get cum on my seat Riley, or I swear when we get stopped I'll come back there and fuck you like you've never been fucked."

It's too tempting. I hope Lewis has some restraint though, I'd like to see just how far I can go before he blows. I unbuckle and lay across the seat. His cock glistens in the daylight. I take him inside my mouth as deep as I can without gagging. He writhes a little, unprepared for the advance. I suck him as I move my head up and down his shaft. I can tell he wants to let it all go, but he hangs on. The smell of him is intoxicating and that combined with the thought of taking him inside me is making me very hot and wet.

I sit back up and consider my options. I can finish the blowjob, or I can finish him a different way. Both are quite appealing.