The sun beat down on the endless stretch of asphalt as Marcus eased his truck onto the shoulder, the engine rumbling low. Beside him, his twenty-year-old son Jake leaned forward, squinting at the lone figure thumbing a ride. "Dad, you sure about this? Hitchhikers out here could be trouble," Jake said with a smirk, his voice laced with that familiar teasing edge. Marcus, forty-five and broad-shouldered, chuckled. "Trouble's what makes the drive interesting, kid. Besides, he's our age range—maybe mid-thirties. Let's see what he's offering."
The hitchhiker climbed in, introducing himself as Derek, sweat already glistening on his neck from the heat. He was lean, sharp-jawed, and carried himself with quiet confidence. "Thanks for the lift. Name's Derek. Headed west." Marcus nodded, pulling back onto the road. "Marcus. This is my boy Jake. We're going the same way. What's in it for us?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Just the company, I guess."
Jake turned in his seat, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Company's nice, but Dad and I like deals. You trade something for the ride?" Derek shifted, wary but intrigued. "What kind of trade?" The tension thickened as Marcus's hand rested on the wheel, his tone dropping. "Something fun. You're a good-looking guy. Maybe you let us have a little fun with you out here on this deserted road." Derek laughed nervously. "You're joking, right? I'm straight."
"Straight's just a starting point," Jake quipped, leaning closer. "We've done this before—pick up a guy, show him a good time. You get the ride, we get to blow off steam. Win-win." Derek's cheeks flushed, but he didn't ask to stop. "Coercion much?" Marcus grinned. "Seduction, actually. Feel that heat building?" The truck slowed on a pullout, dust swirling. Derek swallowed. "This is crazy."
"Crazy hot," Jake added, his hand brushing Derek's thigh. "Tell us no, and we drive on. But you're horny too—I can see it." Derek hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Fine. Trade for the ride. But I'm not submissive." Marcus parked, turning to face him. "Good. We like strong ones." They stepped out into the baking air, the road empty for miles. Clothes came off in a rush of sweat and panting breaths. Derek's cock hardened despite himself as Jake dropped to his knees first.
"Look at that hard cock," Jake murmured, taking Derek into his mouth for a teasing blowjob. Derek groaned, hands in Jake's hair. "Fuck, this is... unexpected." Marcus watched, stroking his own thick length. "Your turn soon, son. Let's make him wet and dripping." Derek's reluctance melted into moans as Jake worked him, tongue swirling. "Pussy's not the word, but your ass is gonna feel like heaven," Marcus said, pulling Derek into a kiss while Jake switched positions.
They took turns, father and son tag-teaming the hitchhiker against the truck hood. Marcus entered Derek first, thrusting deep into his ass, the slick heat making them both pant. "God, you're tight," Marcus grunted. Derek pushed back, growing eager. "Harder—make it worth the ride." Jake kissed his father passionately, their tongues meeting as they talked dirty. "Watch me fuck him next, Dad. Then you can have my cock too." Derek came first, cum spilling as he begged for more, from reluctant to eager slut.
Sweating under the sun, they switched, Jake pounding into Derek while Marcus stroked himself, their dirty talk filling the air. "Your pussy-ass is dripping now," Jake teased. Derek laughed breathlessly. "Shut up and cum already." They finished in a tangle of limbs, cum mixing on skin, the three of them catching their breath against the hot metal.
Marcus zipped up last, winking at Derek. "Ride's yours, but the fun's just starting—next stop, we go further." Derek grinned, already hooked. "Deal."
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