It was an old bread delivery van with sliding side doors that he’d converted to travel with. Every time it’d slow down, the big chrome shift ball ...would shake and when it accelerated it’d jingle and sing away. On one curvy section Doug was thirsty so I got him a pop out of the icebox. After I handed it to him he tapped the brakes lightly for a corner and I stumbled into the shift stick. As luck would have it, the shift ball was at perfect crotch level and did I ever get a shock form its. He asked me did i want to touch it and i said yes. I reached out and put my hand around it. He told me to move my hand up and down it. I asked him what did he call this. He said jerking off. I then told himn that he had the biggest dick i had ever seen. He told me that i looked like a little girl. I told him my sister's called me a little sissy. I asked him what did sissy mean. A boy that looks like a little girl. He then asked me if i wanted to kiss him on his dick. I said yes and got on my. I started licking and sucking his cock and soon it was wet with pre-cum and my saliva. I got on my knees on a bench in the dressing room. I arched my back, both to prepare my self for what would happen next, and to seduce him. I could feel the big mushroom head, very wet and slippery, rubbing against my asshole. One hand was on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. He slipped his hand down and rubbed my ass cheek. Then, very quickly, yet tenderly, he ran his fingertip over my ass. ”The plea at the end of the sentence sells it for me and I thrust into you, shoving the table a few inches away from me. You gasp as my cock hits the back of you, almost touching your spine. You cry out as I slam my hips against yours, pulling myself nearly all the way out of you before driving it back in as deliberately as I can, one knee up on the table, your legs hooked over my shoulder, the rain beating against your flesh, my breathing heavy and rhythmic, yours short and gasping as the fire.