I continued heading toward town. While trying to make a little small talk, I took my eyes off of the road and we hit a large deep pothole. The bump jarred us both and his hands dropped to my crotch. I thought nothing of it at the time as I waited for his hands to move. However, his left hand suddenly cupped my balls and squeezed gently. It took me completely by surprise; I froze. I didn't know what to do, I was so nervous that I was paralyzed. I wanted to say something, but I was speechless.
When there was no objection by me, the stranger took it as a sign that he was able to continue. His right hand found my dick and began rubbing.
I was still too shocked to say or do anything. I was torn, I wasn't gay, not even curious, in fact, the whole situation made me quite uncomfortable. But, I obviously liked it, as witnessed by my now throbbing erection.
The stranger unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He reached in through the fly hole of my underwear and forcefully pulled my cock and balls out. His left hand resumed squeezing and tugging on my balls and his right hand began stroking my cock aggressively.
The wind was cold, but my cock was so hot that the cool air felt amazing. All of the apprehension that I was feeling was quickly replaced by sheer pleasure. I soon noticed that every time we hit a bump the stranger was startled just enough to make him tighten his grip on my cock and balls. Knowing that, I made every effort to hit every bump and pothole that I could.
The stranger's hand was a blur as it slid up and down my cock faster and faster. As he slid closer to me I could feel his erection pressing against my ass.
We arrived back in town far too soon. As we began passing houses, cars and people, I assumed the stranger would stop jacking me off, but he didn't. As he continued stroking, I grew more and more scared that someone would see us. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I could feel a powerful orgasm rapidly approaching and it felt way too good to have him stop now.
