That could only work for so long. Soon, they were too tired. Yet so close to the border and arriving home, and in the middle of a stretch of highway with no place to stop—not even for coffee—they were faced with carrying on. When Joel thought he’d be too exhausted to continue, he started to grip his own c**k. Markus had noticed right away, asked what he was doing, and Joel had only said, “This is the only thing on planet earth, other than coffee to my veins, that shoots me out of a dead sleep.”
“Really?” Markus had marveled at the deft way in which Joel could manipulate his d**k while still driving. He hadn’t touched him yet; just watched the show.
“Oh, yeah,” Joel said, and went on to confess that he never actually had wet dreams. “Maybe once when I was a kid, and it was just beginning.
