As the car drove across town, Chad's muffled screams grew louder and more incessant. Johnny couldn't control himself and was now sporting a painfully hard boner under his seat belt.
"John-John, are you okay? I can hear your stomach and farts over the booming radio!" shouted Chaz, "Nervous about meeting the folks?"
"Yeah, I guess? Can you stop at the gas station, so I can use the restroom?" implored Johnny.
There was one on the next corner, so Chaz pulled in.
"I'll be out in a minute," Johnny said getting out of the car.
"Hulpmuh, Chiz, shitz muh Chud," came the muffled noise from Johnny's pants.
"Dude, you're talking out of your ass!" laughed Chaz, "Your farts almost sound like words."
Johnny didn't answer he ran for the men's room. He quickly locked the door, and pulled down his jeans.
"Okay, Chad, first things first. I gotta cum!" Johnny exclaimed grabbing his boner through the pouch of his Speedo."
"Nuh wuh, tuk muh oof- ggulglpgluglp!" Chad shouted as Johnny jerked off into him.
"Aaaaaah!" sighed Johnny, as he blew his load. He sat down on the toilet, and looked down at Chad's face on his Speedo pouch.