You are dumped on the worn patch of the seat, directly between Jack's enormous thighs. Their size is horrifying as you look past them to see Chad Laughing down at you. Even more terrifying is that the board shorts of the giant Jack leave little to the imagination. Directly in front of you, his package hangs ominously. Through the material you can clearly make out his cock outline and the silhouette of one nut.
The smell in the arena of manliness is not any better, his lack of showering has produced a thick, sweaty, musty stench that floods your nostrils. Jack continues to drive, not making eye contact with you. One hand leaves the wheel to scratch his nuts when they reach an intersection. The sound of nails on fabric chills you.
"Fuck" he groans as he tries to scratch a deep seeded itch in his groin. "I cant get to this stupid itch." He starts driving again, fidgeting around to make the itch cease. As he grinds into the seat, you struggle to maintain balance. When he stops again at another intersection, his hands are fast to disappear down the fly of his shorts. He scratches as hard as he can, before retrieving his hand and continuing the trip. His dirty hand reeks as it flys past you.
"Jesus, its back again" He says to Chad. He looks down at you "Hey little guy...I dont suppose you could help me out?" he says, gesturing to his semi-open fly.
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