“Why don't you reach for mine, whitey? Maybe it'll make you forget about that guy,” John teased after hearing his plaything's exploit. Jason groaned in pleasure at the idea and name-calling, his friend's hand rubbing against his fat nipple. “Ye-yeah, bro!” he let out, excited. Leaning into John's side of the car, Jason sluggishly moved his hand on the driver's thigh, his thick fingers caressing it, inching towards a half-hard cock. John guided Jason's hand, “yeah, just like that, shortie.” Jason felt blood rush to his groin as he made contact with the thick Chinese cock. “J- John- I'm lea- ah- your car!” Jason moaned, oblivious to how much of a mess he'd already made while telling John what happened at the gas station.
John grunted, “fuck that, keep at it bro. Rather have a mess than not getting off.” Breathing heavily, Jason accelerated his jerking motion, happily servicing his friend, “oh- okay- fuh- fuck John, your- it just feels-” “Faster,” John punctuated his sentence flexing his cock. The meaty hand on his cock sped up, groans echoing in the car.
Jason, focused on jerking John off, only realized they made it to their destination when John's bicep brushed against his hard arm to set the car to park. “Keep- hmm yeah- keep goin' runt, you're getting me close,” John moaned as he shuffled to bring his monster cock closer to Jason. The wide passenger quickened his pace, now limited by his bulk. “Ya want my cum, hmm?” John smirked at Jason, using his now free hands roaming his toy's arm, holding in his orgasm. Whimpering, Jason lightly nodded with need. “What's- mh fuh- what's the best cum, sh-shortcakes?” an edging John asked. His right hand stuck, Jason tried without success to caress his own cock or pinch a nip. The plea was answered by John finger tweaking his left nipple. “Ea-east- ah- uhmmmm ahh- staze',” he moaned out, wincing his eyes from the pleasure. Using his left hand, John aimed his fat cock at the cumdump's chest. The next stroke was the one. “Fuck yeahhhhh,” he groaned as his seed shot straight onto its target, “take that you fuc- cking slut!”
The moment his friend's load touched him, Jason lost control. His extensive cock started pulsing, his groin working out. No sound left his open mouth as cum gushed from his shorts moments later, dripping onto his quads, his seat, his crack. He'd been kneeling in a puddle of it earlier this evening, but now he was sitting in it. And he loved it. A smile now covered his face, degraded by his bud John, graced by his cum, used like his tool. Nothing beat being a cumdump.
Coming down from his orgasm, Jason took a deep breath, smelling John's cum mixed with his sweat. He looked to his left, his friend leaning into the open door's frame, smirking, “I brought our stuff inside already bro, come on.”