On the Road

“So that’s your answer? You would just… build a half-pipe? In your backyard?”

“Yeah, what? Why’s that weird?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—the question, in case you forgot, is what would you do with ten million dollars. You’re handed ten million dollars and that’s what you would do?”

“Yeah! I’d quit my job at the restaurant and just skate all day.”

“Wow, man. You’d leave us working doubles at that place while you go skate?”

“I mean… yeah…”

“How much does a half-pipe even cost? It’s just concrete. What would you do with the rest of the 9 million?”

“Um… put it in savings?”

“You are so bad at this game. Evan, what would you do?”

I glance in the rearview mirror and… you’re looking at me again. It’s happened… three? Maybe four times today.

Ever so often I’ll glance up to find you staring back at me, looking at the reflection of my eyes for just a moment…

I mean, we’ve been in the car for almost five hours now, so it’s possible it’s just a coincidence, but… I don’t know.

You’re stretched out along the platform bench in the back with your head in Micah’s lap, hair pulled up on top of your head in a messy bun.

Before this trip, I had never seen you out of your work clothes. Seeing you in just a cropped muscle shirt and a pair of denim shorts… I never realized you had so many freckles.

“Skip this card, I want another question.”

“Hold on, I want to hear his answer.”

“Um… I would… buy… a boat. No, no, a houseboat.”

“Okay, both of you are bad at this. I’m done with this game.”

I was honestly a little worried about coming on this trip with you two, but it’s been good so far.

Five days on the road with my co-workers seemed a little… risky. I was kind of worried that we’d get sick of each other being in such a small space, but it’s amazing what you’ve done to this camper van. I mean, it somehow has a kitchen counter, a table that folds out from the wall, and somehow sleeps three.

I see why you talk about it all the time now.

The three of us, we’re more than just co-workers I guess—we’re good friends, but we don’t really see each other outside of work often. We just have this dynamic on the job that’s kind of… special. I don’t really know how to describe it.

It’s like we’re always in sync. Like we know what the other is going to say before it’s said.

There’s also something up with you two. I don’t think you’re dating, but… I’ve seen you being sort of intimate with each other behind the bar. Caught you sneaking off during breaks at the restaurant to make out in the alley a couple of times, too.

“Hey man, what’s your GPS say? How much longer till we’re in Moab?”

“Um… about two and a half more hours.”

“I’m so ready to get there.”

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

I look up in the mirror again as I change lanes and…

Seriously? You guys are seriously going to make out in the backseat while I’m driving?

Am I supposed to just pretend I don’t notice?

Maybe I should turn the music up…

I look in the rearview mirror again. I didn’t really mean to, but… I have to, I’m driving.

You’re facing him now, your legs splayed across his lap. His hand is on your thigh, squeezing a little.

It’s a lazy kiss, slow like you both want more, but you’re holding back.

Fuck, I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t help looking.

You’re… I really like you. As a friend. But… you’re also… I feel like you give me signals sometimes.

“Come here…”

Oh, damn it, you just caught me looking again.

But… you keep kissing him. While your eyes are on mine through the mirror.

I’m trying to give you guys privacy, but… it’s like you… want me to see. You want me to watch you and him together or something…

I try to stay focused on the road, but… You keep making these sounds… these little moans.

Just… need to keep my eyes on the road…

I bite down on my lip and try to keep my mind from wandering. You’re my friend. And Micah’s my friend.

I should not be… getting hard right now, but… I am.

I look down and… Shit, it’s getting kind of obvious.

Fuck… I can’t let either of you see. I try to focus on the white stripes painted on the road… on the sound of the rubber against the asphalt. Anything but those little breaths and monas you keep making…

“Shh, hey, hey…”

You pull away from the kiss and lean forward into the front seat. Shit, shit, if you see that I’m hard right now, it’s going to be so awkward.

“Hey.”

“Uh, hey.”

“How you doing up here?”

You adjust the AC on the front panel with a few quick movements of your hand. You’re close to me, so close I can smell the sunscreen on your skin.

“Fine.”

“Yeah? Just fine?”

I feel your eyes on me, moving from my face down to my lap where my hand is just barely covering my cock pressing up against my jeans.

Fuck…

For a few moments, you just… look at me. I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road, but you seem… amused if anything, so… that’s a good sign.

I look away from the road just for a second and you’re still staring at me, smiling.

So… I guess… you’re not mad… Am I projecting or are you… kind of into it?

I try not to look in the mirror more than once as you get settled in the backseat again. You sit with your bare legs draped across Micah’s lap and he’s quick to slip his arm around your shoulders and draw you in close to him.

You’re kissing again… harder this time. More… intense. Like you’re not trying to hide it anymore.

My cock is starting to throb… I can feel it under my palm… and I can’t help but squeeze it a little.

Those soft… breathy moans you’re making while he pushes his tongue in your mouth…

I don’t know what this is or why you’re doing it, but I want to know where this is going.

I look in the mirror again. I can’t help myself.

You’re looking at me while you kiss him, making sure I’m watching.

“Hey. What’re you…?”

“I want him to watch.”

Micah looks up and his eyes meet mine in the mirror for just a moment before I look to the road again. He doesn’t look mad or anything.

It’s more like… he’s making sure I’m cool with it…

“Okay. What do you want him to watch?”

“I want him to watch you fuck me…”

I bite down on my lip and try to stay quiet, but fuck I’m getting so worked up. You want me to just sit here and listen to him fucking you in the backseat… only getting to sneak glances at you through the mirror. Having to imagine the rest of what I’m not seeing.

“Yeah, that’s what you want? You want him to watch you get fucked?”

“Yeah. Take my shirt off.”

You’re straddling him now, bent over at the waist with your mouth on his neck. His hands are holding you in place, squeezing your ass and thighs as you kiss him.

“Can I take these off, too?”

“Mmhmm.”

I catch a quick glimpse of you in a black sports bra and tight hipster briefs that hug your ass.

You’re pushing his shirt up his chest and kissing down to his hips. He puts his fingers in your hair as you move further down his body.

I rub my dick through my pants… a little faster… but that’s not enough…

I slip my hand beneath my waistband and hold my shaft loose in my palm. I give it a few soft strokes as you pull his shorts down to his ankles.

“Oh, fuck, yeah…”

You palm his cock through his boxers. Soft and slow… like you want to draw this out as long as you can.

I follow the movements of your hand, stroking myself just like you’re doing to him.

I imagine that’s me lying across the bench… and you straddling my hips, jerking me so slow it’s torture… I can almost feel it…

I have to remind myself that this is real, that this isn’t some road fatigue daydream. This is really happening.

“That’s it…”

You pause for just a moment and get rid of your sports bra. I wonder if you’re wet… if you’re as turned on as me and Micah…

“Evan… what do you think I should do to her?”

I’m jolted out of my thoughts by the sound of my name.

I look up in the mirror and the sight of you hovering over him, no shirt on, and grinning at my reflection is making it hard to think.

“I’m going to do everything he tells me to…”

“Put your mouth on her nipples.”

“Don’t hold back.”

Your head is tipped back slightly, your eyes closed. The sounds you’re making as his mouth closes around your nipples… fuck.

I want so badly to turn around and look, but I’m just going to have to imagine what I’m not able to see right now.

“Oh my god, keep going…”

I see him for just a second in the mirror moving back and forth between each of your breasts. He’s playing with them between his fingers when he’s not kissing or biting.

You reach out and grab onto the back of the passenger seat to keep yourself upright.

I’m starting to gain confidence in this whole arrangement. I was unsure at first, but you’ve made it clear that I’m an equal part of this little game.

“What next?”

“Um… put… put your hand between her legs…”

“Is she wet?”

“Yeah, she’s wet. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Fuck, that feels good. I want more…”

“Yeah? You want my fingers?”

“Give it to her.”

I put the car in cruise control. My dick is completely hard now… and so sensitive.

I roll my thumb over the head and just tease myself… trying to imagine what it would feel like to be underneath you right now. To have my fingers sliding over your clit… making you writhe like that.

“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it? That clit getting worked nice and slow… look at you.”

“Suck on his fingers.”

“So fucking eager… you like that? Yeah, use your tongue, suck on them…”

I can’t stay quiet anymore. Just the sounds of you moaning around his fingers… knowing he’s playing with your clit, sliding all over your pussy…

God, you sound so desperate with his fingers in your mouth.

It’s making my head swim, not being able to see you, just hearing the sounds of you both.

“Fuck. Oh, I want to be inside you.”

“Do it.”

“Please… please fuck me.”

“Lift up. Sit down on my dick…”

I catch a quick glance in the mirror of you lowering yourself down onto Micah.

“Look at this perfect pussy…”

I can’t take this anymore. I’m so fucking turned on I’m getting dizzy. I’m going to cum all over myself if I don’t stop.

I slow down and pull the car over onto the side of the road. It’s completely isolated out here. Just fields and mountains and occasionally a couple of other cars.

There’s a dirt road off the shoulder. I don’t care where it goes, I’m turning.

I turn off the engine and turn around in the driver’s seat to get my first full look at you and Micah.

The sight of you bouncing up on and down on his dick is mesmerizing. Your hands are planted against his chest and he’s grinding his hips into you, pushing himself further into your pussy with each thrust.

“Oh, shit—Evan—come here—”

My heart skips at your invitation. I was just going to finish myself here, but… Micah’s nodding, waving me over, too. Oh, fuck.

You lift yourself off of him and you both sit up to make room for me on the bench.

I climb over the center console and sit next to you on the platform bench. It’s actually pretty spacious back here. Obviously not ideal, but I think we can make this work…

With me on your right and Micah on your left, you reach over into my lap and take my dick in your hand.

“You liked that, huh? Watching us? Telling us what to do?”

“Oh, fuck yes…”

“What do you want to do? Hm? Tell us what you want.”

“I want… to suck his dick While you fuck me from behind.”

You keep your hand around my dick as you slide off the bench and kneel down right in front of me. Before I can even part my legs your mouth is wrapping around my tip.

You slide your lips up and down me, dragging your tongue along the backside. You kiss up and down the shaft, your lips warm and wet.

Micah stands up and moves to kneel behind you. He grabs the edge of the swivel table and folds it up against the wall to give us more room.

“Oh, god, you think you can handle both of us?”

“God, yes…”

Micah starts fucking you hard… methodically. Each thrust is powerful but slow. He steadies himself for a few thrusts before finding a strong rhythm.

Every time he pushes himself into your pussy, you take my dick further into your mouth.

I tangle my fingers in your hair and just watch my dick disappear inside of you every few moments.

“Yeah, take all of it…”

I pull back some of your hair that’s fallen into your face and your eyes flick up to mine for a single second.

You come up for air for a moment and wrap your fingers around the base of my cock.

“Fuck, yes, harder—”

“Yeah? Can you take it?”

“Yeah, please, harder—”

You look up at me and a jolt of heat and electricity spreads through my entire body.

“Put your dick back in my mouth.”

You hold your mouth open wide for me.

“Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me cum. I want more…”

I can see Micah’s fingers pressing hard into your hips. With one hand, he reaches around you and plays with your clit. As soon as he touches you, your eyes slide shut and this look of just complete pleasure comes across your face.

“I’m close—I’m close—”

“You see what you’re doing to us? Oh my god, so close—”

My hips jerk and twitch as I cum, but you don’t pull away until I’m completely finished.

You slowly sit up and lay your head against my thigh.

Micah pulls out of you and sits down on the bench next to me. For a moment we just all three look at each other.

“Um… so…”

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… that was unexpected.”

“In a good way.”

“In a very good way.”

You lean over and kiss Micah gently.

And then, you turn to me.

I don’t really know what any of this means. Or how to even start processing what just happened.

But I have a feeling this trip is going to be one to remember.