Prologue: This’s a compilation of road head and car sex encounters between myself and Marty. There’s plenty of cum, so I guess it could be described as a cumpilation…hope you enjoy every last drop!

If you’ve never tried road head or car sex, you’re missing out. First off, make sure the driver can multitask. Remember they’ve got your lives in their hands, and a blowjob can be a little distracting. If things do become a problem, have them pull over and you can finish, along the road. That said, it’s easy to find the spot with enough seclusion or privacy to go at it. Car sex can happen almost anywhere…a remote corner of a parking lot…a park or forest preserve…rest areas…backroads…parking garages…or just pull into the garage.

If driving does work out, I would pick a road that’s straight and smooth, because the road head recipient can devote more attention to the pleasure. Try to keep pace with the other cars and go the speed limit, because if you’re slowing down, it’s easier for people in passing cars to see things. Road head itself is not explicitly illegal in any state, but being seen doing road head or car sex could lead to public indecency or distracted driving charges. Of course, the risk of being seen or having a spectator might be your jam…go for it!

Getting pants down or taking it out while driving isn’t the easiest thing in the world, so make it easier for the recipient. Hold off till they’re wearing something you can slip down or easily access a raging hardon (i.e. sweatpants, shorts, underwear or nothing at all).

Swallow! Assuming you don’t want jizz all over the seats or your shirt, its best to take the load down your throat. It’s hot as fuck, but it makes it easiest on the driver during orgasm, probably the most distracting part of the road head. If your partner isn’t comfortable swallowing, find somebody that does.

Lastly, road head may just be the start, because things often escalate. I think it’s important to be creative and use your vehicle to the fullest. Don’t limit yourself to just the front seat or back seat. Here are just a few more options I’ve experienced: You can put the seats down in a jeep or SUV, and there’s a lot of room back there. Use the bed of the pickup or my personal favorite, the tailgate (it’s often at the right height). There’s hardly a better way to enjoy sex-under-the-stars than doing it on a tailgate! You can also bend your partner over the top of the car or have them grab the bumper. You can lean your partner through an open window, or through an open door, using the seat for support. Try something oral with your partner while they’re seated with their legs hanging out the open door, and you’re kneeling between their legs. Happy Road Head everyone!

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We were headed out for a beer, and Marty was driving, but he had to stop at the gym because he forgot to leave some membership paperwork. I guess I noticed an odor, but it wasn’t really a bad odor. It was a little like a locker room, but more like Marty. That’s when I realized Marty still had his gym bag in the backseat; It was open, and I could see a jock right on top.

Well, what do you think happened? I couldn’t resist, pulling it out and running it through my fingers, stretching it out, admiring it…and fantasizing. The pouch was a little worn and stretched-out, in a manly-bulge-way. I daydreamed that he was filling it out and I was on my knees. Because of the dirty, little fantasy, I had to reposition the swelling I was experiencing.

I inhaled deeply, sucking in the masculine scent, imagining that I was running my lips over the pouch, stretched tight around his junk. I started rubbing the growing dick inside my shorts. Nearly full mast, I had to reposition it again, and considered pulling it out.

An erotic sensation washed over me, as I dreamed about his gorgeous abs and that full jockstrap, filled with eight thick inches, and big seed-heavy balls. I wondered what was taking him so long, because I was horny as fuck and ready to jump him.

The sound of the driver’s door startled me, as he jumped into the car, laughing, “Guess you’re enjoying that…I could put it on and model it for you, but I got the real thing right here.”

Then he ran his hand over the bulge in my shorts, joking as he was groping the dick inside, “You’ve got a tent, dude…wouldn’t mind camping inside those pants!”

It felt good, and I was about do the same for him, but he grinned, struggling to pull his dick out, “I think this’s where I should make a move…might get some head from my boyfriend.”

So beautiful and perfect, I stared for a second, before looking up into his sexy grin, and nodding, “Yeah, that’s a nice move…and definitely…you can count on the road head.”

“Lift your ass up, and I’ll help you get your pants down,” I grinned.

There was nothing else in my head…I just wanted suck my boyfriend’s dick and empty his balls. Fortunately, Marty had the sense to move to an adjacent parking lot that was more private. The dentist’s office was closed for the day, but I grinned, thinking it was the perfect place to open my mouth nice and wide, for Marty…Hung Stud Dentistry, specializing in teeth whitening and protein treatments.

A little over eight and thick, the head and shaft were manly proportioned. Marty’s dick thickened some just past the head and down to the base, and you could feel that girthy flare when you stroked it in your fist…or your lips. What I’ve always loved is how the veins popped when he was full-on…and the bigger veins are a treat for the tongue.

When he’s erect like that, the head swells and I run my tongue over that incredible ridge…I could do it all day. Sometimes, I wish could spend hours just sucking the head, slurping his arousal, and listening to the pleasured moans.

Once he moved the seat way back, away from the steering wheel, I was between his legs and on it. It stood erect, inches from my face, and I admired the rock-hard flesh, defined by those pulsing veins. I trailed my fingers over the surface, moving up the thick shaft towards the head, stout and dusty burgundy in color. The manly, hot flesh filled my hand, and I felt the rise and fall of those handsome veins.

My tongue quickly joined the party; it always felt so good to have my tongue on Marty’s cock. I took it slow, licking over the head, and around the ridge, until I had to have more and started working the whole shaft, up and down.

“Ohhhh…shitttttt…yesssssssss!” Then he moaned, “Oh yeah…road head…fuckin’ love this…just…just like that first time at the movie…or driving to Paige’s…or…fuck, that time in my parent’s drive…ohhhh…you fucked me over the car…oh god, yessssss!”

I kept working his cock, but he kept talking, “Oh…Rob…Rob…keep that up…yeah…yeah…this’s our thing!” He laughed a little, “On the road, along the road, road sex is kind of our thing.” Then he started singing, “On the road again…just can’t wait to get on the road again…again…and again!”

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A Memory: God damn that’s the truth…memories of past encounters flooded through my head, like a raging, pulsing torrent…and my brain was the fucking kayak. Despite my focus on my boyfriend’s beautiful dick, I was sent back to times and places we did it in the car.

Early on, Marty was nervous about coming out to my roommate, so we didn’t do much at the apartment, and relied on car sex…not all the time, but often. Now, Adam knows all about Marty, but here we are still doing it.

I remembered that first time, too…it was after a movie, and we were in the parking lot. I remember Marty rubbing my leg, and grinning, “Um…you need some help…uhhhh…down there?”

We got my pants down and it jumped out, standing upright and rock-hard. He gave me a killer blowjob…pushing and prodding his throat.

I was just starting to moan and roll my hips off the seat, when I noticed a guy walking past the car. “Marty, ahhhh…just stay down there…there’s a guy walking by. I’m sure the guy didn’t see us, but he might have heard me.”

Marty pulled off and smiled, “It’s not like I’m gettin’ up anytime soon…I got a job to do! But it may be hot, having somebody watch…you know?”

“I’ll flag the next one down,” I laughed.

He laughed and took it back in his lips; he kissed up and down the length of the shaft and ran his tongue in circles around the head and over the tip. I savored the feel of his lips stretched tight and working up and down the hard flesh. “Fuck man! That’s fuckin’ good…fuck…work it…work that cock…mmmm, yeah…work it!”

A couple times, he took it from his mouth to work my balls; then he would put it all back in, this time fucking his face, even harder.

Thick and pulsing with blood, it plunged deep into his mouth, “Fuck Marty…Marty…suck…suck me…mmmm…fuck yer throat…fuck that throat!”

I remember other people walking by, but oblivious to what we were doing. I was gripping the back of his head, and about to explode, “That’s it, suck that dick…suck it. Ride my dick…ride my dick with that face…yeah…yeah…yeah…ride it!”

I groaned as he pumped hard with his face, “Yea Marty! Come on, give me that face! Yeah, you like this fuckin’ dick, don’t you? Face fuck me…mmmm…that’s it…give me that face…yeah, face fuckkkk…face fuck me!”

Finally, I pumped up into his mouth and pressed down on his head, to feel his throat. I’m sure he struggled to swallow, but it felt like I was shooting ropes straight down his throat. He kept his lips locked tight and enjoyed the waning, last drops.

When I finally relaxed back into the seat, he pulled off and swallowed again. Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips, “That was amazing! You like that, dude?”

My dick glistened with his spit and creamy flecks. I smiled, “Dude, I love it…you keep me satisfied.”

“You think we could sneak into the back?”

I smiled, “No lube…its gonna sting…but I can take care of you. Let’s get those pants down!”

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A Memory: Then I remembered the time, driving to visit his girlfriend, and he looked at me and grinned, “It’s three-hour drive…um…put your seat back a notch and I’ll make you feel good.”

Of course, I did…and he did.

Leaning down to put a hand around the base, he started licking my cock, swirling his tongue over the head and down the shaft.

Sucking it down, and caving in his cheeks, he bobbed his lips up and down, nearly going to the root. I don’t think l lasted more than ten or fifteen miles…and I remember we stopped to get him a coffee, to wash it all down.

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A Memory: It stemmed from a hot jobsite fantasy with roleplaying, that started earlier in the evening. We were headed home after dinner, and he reached over to rub the cock in my pants, grinning, “You can wear the toolbelt and bend me over the tailgate…and give me some more?”

I laughed, “You’re committed to the jobsite fantasy…I just hope you don’t find a hot carpenter or plumber at work!”

“No need to worry…there are a lot of beer guts, but there are two contract electricians that could be gay…but I think they’re roommates.” Then he grinned, “Seriously, how can you call this fantasy? That tool you got there, is pretty damn real!”

He laughed louder, holding up the lube, “Sir…or boss, is this the right grease for that tool?”

I smirked and continued the big-cock-boss role, “Guess we’ll find out, when I get you home…see if you’re worth that raise you got.”

It was a beautiful clear night, and we pulled into the driveway. I remember the moon was bright and I looked down at that incredible ass, rubbing the lube into his pucker. “I wanna give you a big bonus that just wouldn’t fit in your paycheck…you know!”

He looked back, “That is a big bonus…fuck me with my bonus…and fuck me deep!”

His handsome, muscled body, prone and anxious, was bent over the tailgate. I slowly pumped the first half inside, before pulling back, and pausing for a second.

Driving it all, back into that beautiful ass, I watched his head nod back, as he moaned up into the night sky.

I grabbed his shoulders and started fucking him senseless, grunting with each pleasured, grinding thrust. He rocked back into me, savoring it like any bottom would. He loved his man’s dick…the way it stretched him…the way it filled him…and the way it felt to be fucked hard.

He was definitely walking slower the next day, but we had a date night to remember.

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Back to the current road head: Glistening with my spit, Marty’s cock was more beautiful than ever, and his moans were just what I loved to hear. I stretched my lips over the crown, working my way down with my lips tight on the shaft. The moans increased, as I filled my mouth with his throbbing hardness, savoring every inch of the hot, rock-hard flesh.

I looked up at him, and I’m sure he could see how much I yearned to suck his cock…because I could see the pleasure in his face, and how much he yearned for it, too.

I licked his balls, swirling around each fleshy orb, cradling each of them with my tongue. Lifting them, one at a time, I savored their girth and weight, on my tongue, fantasizing about how much they held.

I needed to taste him again and started licking the head, holding it in my lips, and savoring the precum. Pressing my lips to the shaft and working them up and down, he placed one hand on the back of my head while the other massaged my neck.

I knew that was enough foreplay for him, because he thumped it over my face a couple times…before thrusting it between my lips. He groaned, “Yeah, just like that…suck that cock…mmmm…fuck yeah!”

He started to fuck my mouth, slowly pumping his hips, and I gladly (and eagerly) sucked and slurped the thick arching shaft. Mmmm…to find a cock like Marty’s was a dream come true, and I loved feeling it throb against my lips.

Each veiny rise brought happiness to my lips, but with the precum, I was moaning into that thick, manly tool, barely able to form coherent thoughts.

His hips stopped abruptly, but his cock was still throbbing super hard. I thought he was going to shoot, but he breathed heavy several times, in and out, “Dude, almost lost it…your too good!” He groaned, “Just gimme a few.”

I pulled off to let him push things back, before we went back at it. At that moment, his cock was even more beautiful…and I wanted to feel his pleasure running down my throat.

I felt his head nudge my throat, as he pumped his dick back through my lips. I felt his body shudder, as he threw his head back into the headrest, moaning. “There…there it is, again…fuckkkk…yeahhhh…fuck yeah!”

He wasn’t thrusting hard…just slow and steady, but still trying hold it off. He spread his legs wider, and braced himself against the seat, like we were hitting turbulence.

Holding him tight in my lips, I worked my tongue all over his cock, till he finally surrendered. When he grunted, and started thrusting faster, I knew I was getting my reward.

“Yeah…yeah…yeah…ohhhh dude…fuckkkkk…fuccckkkkk…yer good!”

He roared with wild, powerful short thrusts, barely avoiding my gag reflex, “Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh….fuckkkkk…fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!”

I felt his cock thicken as his body shuddered, pouring cum into my mouth with a big rope. Again, the shaft pulsed, and Marty roared with a big, manly grunt, giving me another.

I quickly swallowed, as he pulsed and gave me another. I swallowed again but kept a little on my tongue. Savoring the taste and inhaling that incredible musky aroma, I took a deep breath to pull air through my mouth, swirling the cum with my tongue.

Marty was breathing heavy, and enjoying the last pleasured shudders of orgasm, “Ohhhh…Robbbbb…fuck that was good…fuckkkkkkkk!”

Then I remember him saying, “Suck it all out…suck me dry…but keep it in…I wanna feel it in yer mouth.”

I lingered, sucking the tip of his cock, before finally pulling off and seeing his big grin. “Bring it up here and give me some.”

He helped me up to where we were almost lip to lip, and he traced my lips with his tongue. I moaned, as he pressed his lips into mine, driving his tongue into my mouth, and kissing me.

His tongue probed and played with mine, overwhelming our senses with the taste and smell of his release. After that, we both sat back, breathing heavy, “Damn…that was hot as fuck…I thought I was the king of road head…but you are amazing!”

I nodded and smirked, “Glad to be of service…and we can both be kings of road head…sounds like a skill for our resumes.” I laughed, “It’s resume-building, dude…resume-building!”

He laughed, “Yeah, we could write a fucking book!” (That statement is what brought me to write this piece. I know it’s not a book, but I do think it has book potential.)

Then he grinned, “Hey, I got two more for the book…remember the time you were driving me to the tire place…and that time you picked me up at the airport…I remember I inhaled your cock…and you parked in the short-term lot.”

“Yeah, I remember both those…but one of my favorites, of all time, is when you begged me in your parent’s driveway…you begged me to lean you over the car and fuck you on the hood!”

He laughed shaking his head, “Don’t know how I forgot that one…dude, there’s too many…we need to write that book.

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A Memory: Again, I had another rush of memories overwhelming my thoughts. This was the time I was giving him a ride to the tire place. He got in the car, leaned over the console, and started loosening my belt to open my pants. I pushed his face into my crotch, running my fingers through his hair, “Oh yeah…fuck…fuck, that’s good…yeah…yeah…yeah, that’s good!”

He said he’d been thinking about me all day, and I remember him saying something like, “I want that big dick…I gotta suck it…lift your butt and help me get these down.”

I jerked the shorts and underwear down, it stood proud, and bobbing, inches from his nose. From the look on his face, it was exactly what he had in mind…there was nothing better than a big, hard cock. He was glowing, when he took it in his hands, and looked up, “You know you like it, too.”

“Yeah…yeah, I love it…keep it up…just keep it up.” While I slowed to stop, at a light, he licked and sucked the shaft…fortunately, it was a long light. I groaned, as his pursed lips worked up and down the shaft, “Oh god…mmmm…fuck Marty…Marty, you love that cock, don’t you?”

He made eye contact, as his mouth enveloped it again, “Fuck…fuck, that’s incredible…you’re so fucking good at that!”

The car gently rocked, as we pulled onto the interstate. He savored every throbbing inch, leaving nothing untouched…or unsatisfied. I set the cruise and dug my hand into the back of his head.

He didn’t need encouragement, but the nudge turned him on. He moaned around the flesh, “Hmmm…mmmm, and it vibrated through my whole body.”

I groaned, “Oh fuck…yeah…yeah…yeah Marty,” as he swirled his tongue and took it deeper. He bobbed his head up and down, stroking it with his lips. Spit started to trickle from his lips and down the shaft.

I started to roll my hips, pumping gently into his mouth, “Fuck, don’t…stop…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…feels…so…feels so good!”

“God damn, Marty…you love sucking cock…sucking that cock?”

He kept it in his mouth, and responded, “Mmmm mmmm.”

“You love making my dick feel good, don’t you?”

He answered with a nod, “Mmmm…mmmm,” before letting the head pop from his lips. Swirling his tongue over the shaft, and around the head, he covered every inch, again, going from the base to the tip. Taking it back through his lips, he wrapped them tightly around the swollen head, before letting it pop free, again, “Yeah, I love it, but I think we need to go to your place after we pick up the car.”