"You drive, Carlos, I'll ride in the back with Chad," said the boss. He sat down with his back against the
wheel well, and his legs stretched out across the bed of the truck and straddling Chad's head.
Chad's head was sticking up on top of the black shiny cylinder that was his rolled up body. The boss' bent
knees rested on Chad's body on either side of his head. The weight produced and odd sensation. Chad could
feel the gang leader's legs pressing against his shoulders, chest, ribs, hips, buttocks, knee, ankles and
soles.
The man banged on the back of the cab, and the engine revved up. The vehicle lurched forward and Chad's roll
shifted burying his face in the laughing gang leader's crotch.
"Unbutton my fly, Chad, with your mouth and get to work. If you get me to blow 3 loads before we get where
we're going, I may even give you back your body," the boss said.
The silver button became the focus of Chad's attention. He struggled with it stretching his teeth and lips
until finally first one button, then the next and the next became undone. The hairy unwashed uncut Mexican's
cock flopped out, and Chad when to work as his master chuckled. He had no idea whether he had 5 minutes, 10
minutes, or maybe an hour or two until their destination. He didn't care he was going to get the boss to blow
three loads or more. He was resolute. He wanted his body back. His attempted deep throat felt great, but the
sight of his penis head bulging out of the back of Chad's rubberized skull did briefly freak out the gang
leader. Chad's mouth seemed to melt on his master's body. The boss closed his eyes and got lost in the
sensual moment.