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Desert Toll Road
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 21:43:41 +0000 UTCWhen I was writing this story, I realized how long it had been since I posted a free post on the site. I was liking how this one was turning out, so it felt like a good one to share with everyone. Hope you like this one, and if you want more, make sure and subscribe to my Patreon to see every post!
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“C’mon mate, I already wore them for you- I’m not doing this!”
“Shut the fuck up and get out of the car.” Bert was reaching through my open window now to put his hand on my thigh. “And don’t pretend like you don’t know I’m right.”
That last sentence was said through a smirk, and I confirmed his suspicions when I pulled open my door to step onto the road with him. Bert and I were meeting up with some of our friends at a resort for Trey’s bachelor party, and since we were the only ones that lived less than ten hours away, we were driving instead of flying. That meant that we had a couple of hours through the desert, and Bert had given me one tip that he’d picked up as a truck driver years ago.
“You’ve got to wear a jockstrap- cuts down on swamp ass and lets it breathe.”
I’d called him an idiot, but still, I’d followed his advice. Now he wanted to take a literally cheeky picture out on the road once we passed by the last town before a long stretch of empty roads. As soon as my boots hit the asphalt, he had his shorts around his ankles and his shirt flung onto the hood of the car. While my brain told me to laugh at him and get back in the car, I followed suit. As he waddled over to prop his phone, we stood there laughing at how stupid this was as the flash went off.
Pleased with the photo, Bert pulled his shorts all the way off and threw them and his shirt in the backseat of his jeep.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Dude, I said that jocks have the best ventilation- what’s the point if you’re wearing shorts on top of them?”
He was now back in the driver’s seat, and I knew that if I didn’t want to be stranded on the side of the road, I’d have to follow suit. As we got back on the road and turned the radio up, I just had one more query.
“What kind of resort did you book for this weekend, Bert?”
Staring at me with his right eyebrow arched up above a devilish grin, I felt my blood run cold a bit before he dropped the act and burst out into that deep belly laugh of his.
“God you’re gullible- it’s the same resort we went to for my sister’s wedding. I didn’t get some nudist resort for us.”
He slapped my thigh as he kept laughing, but I had to remind my body not to react to that contact when the only piece of fabric covering me was thin enough to barely be there. We kept driving for the next hour and a half, and I’d forget that I was in just a jockstrap until I’d see my thighs in the side mirror. Living near a beach, I was used to driving shirtless, but this was a new level, and the breeze coming through the windows was hitting places on my body that it never had before. I was focused on lifting my leg just a bit to have the breeze rush over my taint when I head Bert beside me break the comfortable silence.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I forgot about the gas check.”
Panicking, I looked over at the dash but saw that we had well over half a tank.
“What are you talking about?”
“There’s a small tollbooth out here that we have to stop at, and there’s an attendant who checks if we have enough gas to make it the rest of the trip.”
“You’re joking.”
“No.”
“Then pull over so we can grab our clothes.”
“A little too late for that- there it is.”
Turning back to the road, I saw the small blue hut in front of us, and we couldn’t stop now. They’d probably be suspicious that we were hiding drugs or something, so Bert kept driving until we were slowing down outside of the building. The sliding door opened, and a slim older man stepped out wearing shorts and a tank top that revealed a thick crop of chest hair across his defined pecs. I’d expected some random guy in a security guard uniform, but this couldn’t be someone’s full time job. It had to be just some rangers that each had a day out here before working in the national park nearby for the rest of the week.
“Hey men, how are- oh.” The question hung unfinished in the air as he peered into the window to see us sitting there in just our jockstraps. “What are you boys doing?”
Bert looked at me since his tongue was apparently tied, and I launched into the whole explanation as fast as I could so that we could get out of here.
“So, you’re doing this for ventilation?”
“Yes.”
He stroked his trimmed but messy beard a bit as he looked into the car one more time.
“You know, this booth only has a little fan in it so it’s blazing in here most days. Maybe I should change out my uniform a bit?”
His eyes were hungrier now, and I realized what was happening before Bert did. He was speaking now, trying to rush this encounter along, but it would be in vain.
“Yeah man, I’d bring one tomorrow for your next shift.”
“No can do, mate. One of the rangers comes and picks me up at the end of the shift and takes me back to the ranger’s station where I have my bunk. Didn’t pack a jock with me.” Oh fuck. “Maybe I could borrow one of yours?”
I knew where this was leading, and Bert wasn’t the one he was staring at. The ranger was about the same size as I was, and he had eyes for me.
“I only have the one pair myself.”
“Maybe I could get a loan then and borrow it now?”
Bert was finally aware of the tension and tried to talk the man down, but it was no use.
“Listen boys, we have two options. Option 1, I report you for indecent exposure and ruin whatever little weekend that you both have planned. Option 2, your friend gets out of the car, pulls down that jockstrap of his, and hands it over before I let you go on your way. Which one are you picking?”
I knew that Bert would pick a fight even if it wasn’t one of the options, so I pulled open my door and started walking around the front of the jeep before I could stop myself. Right in front of him, I could see the ropy muscles up his arms and knew that he’d be getting his way whether I wanted to or not. That just meant that I was choosing the easy way for the quickest exit even if my arms were shaking as I moved towards my waistband.
I’d been getting a bit firmer downstairs throughout this whole interaction, but I luckily wasn’t fully erect as I lowered my jockstrap and stepped out of it. I was hoping to see the ranger strip himself and put it on, but he just breathed in the scent of my musk trapped in the fabric and made me do a slow spin for him.
After he saw every inch of me, he allowed me back in the jeep, and I told Bert to gun it before he changed his mind. That acceleration caused our clothes in the backseat to fly through the open windows, and I saw my gym shorts floating down towards the ground before they disappeared in a cloud of dust.
“Fuck!”
“Don’t worry- we’ll just quickly change once we get there from our suitcases.”
I nodded at the rational thought, but that was thrown out the window too when I saw that my friends had messaged us while we were stuck back there.
“Hey guys, we just arrived so we’ll meet you outside once you get here and grab the coolers. Can’t wait to see you!”
That last sentence was probably about to be more true than any of us intended…
Comments
Joseph
Pfffftttt what a humiliating series of events
Jarrett
The driver needs to end up totally nude before they arrive at the party site too, maybe trade his jock for a flat tire fix
