Coach Allen had complete your deliveries, and checking your wallet had even gone to your apartment. He pawned what he could, and headed out of town. He wanted to get as far from Kevin as possible, in case his deception was discovered. He drove your beater car as far as Denver where he sold it on the street for $1000. He then hitched a ride....
You hopped a freight train headed west, your cock now lay the length of a two foot box with your dripping cock head hanging off the end, but from the tugging and cum, you knew your quarry was close. Now if you could only lug that unwieldy thing. You smile imagining the horror and pain Coach Allen will fill when he's forced to stretch over your monster. That gives you the motivation to continue.
You hop out of the train right in front of a railroad worker.
"Hey, what are--" he never finishes the question. He's between you and west, and the cock you're holding with both hands springs out of your grasp to point west again. The falling cock acts like a sandbag striking the railroad worker on the head and smooshing cum all over his face. You check to make sure he's not dead, then hurriedly dodge between the cars to avoid being seen as you make your way in the direction your diving rod is leading...