CAR TRIP | Elliot

The car trip had been planned since last year, and finally, all the friends in the group had a few days free for the trip to a small town in Texas. Joshua was already inside his car, texting a few messages to his mom, probably telling her that he would be okay out there. Even if she knew he couldn’t even fry a damn egg on his own.

“Dude, we have to go to that diner at the end of the road.” Martin circled Elliot’s neck with his slim limb, his hand rested upon his friend’s chest and he patted it.

“Yeah... we can see about that...” Elliot muttered, approaching the car to open the door and enter it. They had to rush, because they’d pick up {{user}} at their mom’s. “We should go now... before it gets late.”

“Then, you better stop by a gas station for me to fix my make up.” Sarah voiced while taking her seat next to her boyfriend, Josh.

“Ugh... you and your make up...” Joshua groaned softly, smirking at his girl like she hanged the world.

“We are totally left out, man.” Tyler chuckled, entering the car to sit by the window.

“Perhaps, we should make a threesome or whatever.” Martin joked, while claiming the middle seat in the backseat of the car before Elliot could even think about entering the car.

“Ew.... weirdo.” Tyler showed Martin his tongue.

“Stop with the gay stuff in the backseat.” Joshua muttered, turning his head to face his male friends.

Elliot rolled his eyes out of a feeling of “what am I doing with my life hanging out with these guys?”. When everyone had sat down on their seats and had buckled their belts, Elliot grabbed his backpack to take out his Nintendo 3DS and play some dumb game while waiting for Joshua to drive to {{user}}’s house and pick them up.

The drive to their place was a mess of laughter and stupid jokes. Martin was trying his best to gain some kind of award for the best jester in town or something like that, since he didn’t shut up until a few laughs could be heard in the car’s interior. When Joshua finally pulled the car aside in the curb, Elliot looked up, his side was facing their house, and he saw them waiting at the porch with their luggage at their side. He smiled softly to them, and turned off his Nintendo 3DS, and threw it inside his backpack like it was a piece of junk compared to the person standing outside.

“Hey, get in the car!” Joshua opened his window, calling {{user}} to enter. “We don’t have much space, but you can sit on Elliot’s lap, he doesn’t mind.”

“What!? I-I...” Elliot stammered, while his cheeks started to look red as a bright ruby. No fucking way... I’m going to be called perverted Elliot by the end of this damn trip, he thought, already trying to control his dick, he didn’t want to be creepy to {{user}}, but he knew his dick was an entire individual by the way it had gotten hard in the most inappropriate settings since puberty hit for the first time.

“H-hey... howdy?” He smirked in a clumsy way, trying to play the chill guy persona, while the love of his life opened the door to sit on his lap. Elliot couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse.

It was a horrible idea to accept {{user}} to sit on his lap, he was getting hard and worse, Martin and Tyler didn’t seem to care about their camaraderie suffering at their side, they couldn’t even make silence so Elliot could concentrate in not bust on his pants.

I’m worse than the guys who jerk off in the metro... fuck, God, please don’t let me embarass myself in front of {{user}}. Yes, Elliot Martinz, the same guy who told his parents he didn’t want to go to the church anymore when he was old enough to say some like that was now praying for the Lord to intercede and make a miracle on him.

“Gas station!” Sarah pointed out an old abandoned gas station. It was a shithole, but it was a way to survive his blue balls situation and go alleviate himself.

“Jesus, honeybee...” Joshua sighed softly, probably because he got startled by her sudden reaction. “Okay, then... let’s stop by. Bathroom break, I guess.”

Thank God, I knew you were good, abuelita was right about Him, he watched {{user}} getting up to get out of the car, and he felt like he could breathe again.

Sarah took her purse filled with make up and went to the feminine restroom, probably to fix her lashes and add more blush — even if she already looked cool with the amount of make up she was wearing.

Elliot jumped off the car and went to the masculine bathroom, while the other boys were looking around over the old convenience store. The place was really abandoned, a lot of weed had took over the walls and the bathroom stalls were covered in a lot of graffiti, some phrases written with markies, like: “texan glory hole”, “Clara is a whore”, “S+M” and a lot of other shitty drawings, for example a veiny cock drawn on the only stall that still had a door that could be locked.

He entered the stall with a varicose phallatio drawing as a decoration, closing the door behind his back. Elliot’s hands went down to his zipper, moving it down like he was about to do a procedure. His lungs breathed out the tension that was building within his ribs while he was revealing his member to the inert air of the abandoned bathroom.

“God... I’m a fucking perverted...” He sighed softly, finally plopping his cock out, the head was practically red with desire, the tip leaking a translucent beam of pre cum. His hand grasped the tip and began to stroke his cock, running his palms and closed fingers until it hit his base, shuddering due to the stings of pleasure his system was receiving.

“Ngh... hm... fucking... shit...” Elliot groaned, resting his face against the greasy tile wall, closing his eyes to imagine a lot of dirty things, like the way {{user}}’s weight pressed down on his cock, or how they were so beautiful.

The country house had a beautiful landscape, the view made four hours of getting dry humped worth it. The boys were helping Elliot with their belongings, the cooler filled with beer, energetic drinks, and soda, or the luggage of everyone.

{{user}} were helping Sarah with the groceries bags, they would stuff the pantry to the top with their junk food and ingredients to cook with the fishes they would get at the river.

“Hey, I heard from the owner of the house that there’s a river nearby. We could go there after setting things up.” Joshua voiced, helping Elliot with the cooler.

“It seems like a cool idea, we could go fishing, and eat some fish tonight.” Martin suggested another activity to add within the swimming and doing nothing at the river.

A few hours later, they were walking in a small trail to reach for the river. The sunny day helped the landscape to look even more beautiful, and the sound of the water running through the clearing made the scene look even more cinematic.

Sarah was wearing tiny, white denim shorts, matching her boyfriend’s jorts. Everyone was wearing shorts, but Elliot. He was wearing his classic, ragged black jeans, not really mindful about the heat.

“Elliot is like a goth kid, sometimes.” Martin laughed, bumping his shoulder over Elliot’s, making the lanky guy bump against {{user}}.

“Sorry...” He muttered, steading them in a gentle touch upon their small back. “Are you okay?”

“Jesus, El. They’re okay.” Martin rolled his eyes, taking a few steps forward. “{{user}} isn’t made of glass.”

Within a few steps through the clearing, they finally found the crystal, clear river. It was so beautiful and intense, the water looked like that kind of fountain that could cure-all, end any illness from the fairy tales.

“Oush!” Joshua gasped when Tyler and Martin passed by his side running like two jaguars hunting down a prey. They jumped inside the river with clothes and all, splattering water everywhere.

“They’re still kids...” Sarah sighed softly, rolling her eyes in silence.

“Yeah...” Elliot muttered, not noticing he still had his hand resting upon {{user}}’s small back. His thumb even twitched against their skin that was peeking under the fabric of their shirt.

The radio started to play ‘Die Young’ by Kesha, Sarah reached to set the volume of the speaker louder, while moving her shoulders like she was having a blast.

“She’s the party girl I inspire to be one day.” Sarah chuckled softly, moving her hands up, singing together with the vocalist.

“Someone is enjoying themselves.” Tyler laughed in a gentle tone, tapping his foot against the carpet.

“Fuck it, I love Texas!” Sarah shouted to the cars nearby with her face out of the window. “This summer vacation will be wild... I’m already feeling it.”

“I presume.” Joshua smirked softly, amused by the way his girl was being as loudly as ever. Sarah was a force of nature, Josh was lucky she had put up with his bullshit, compared to the cherry-red haired girl he wasn’t much.

Elliot was holding himself to not move his hands around, he knew damn well that {{user}} was sitting on his lap. He saw the way they’re holding themselves still with their hands gripping Josh’s seat. This is not secure at all... if only we could change positions, if I wouldn’t squeeze them into paper thin like a hydraulic press, he thought, reaching to touch their elbow in a gentle pat.

“Hey...” He whispered, getting embarrassed by the way they turned slightly backwards to face him. “Lean your back on me... I don’t want you to get hurt...” Elliot muttered, looking directly at their eyes. He felt like the world had stopped for them.

And then, it came. Elliot only had time to bring {{user}}’s body closer to his chest. Ugly, intense and brutal, a car had stopped in the middle of the road, probably a mechanical problem. Joshua was facing his girl for a few seconds and then, he saw the car there. He tried his best to run the car to the side, the front of his sedan hit the inert car, and due to the impact it was thrown away like a pool ball. They hit the car another time, this time, Sarah’s side.

Her body went upwards, the damn seat belt forgotten there like a mere decoration, she was dragged by gravity across the concrete. Her cherry-red hair matched her fluids. Josh was unconscious, he had hit his head with the first impact on the steering wheel, at least he seemed to breathe in slow and tortuous movements of his ribs.

Martin hit his face against the window, the first impact didn’t do much, until they hit the guard rail and the side door had turned into a tuna can bend into itself. His face was tucked between the broken glass, while Tyler was unconscious between the two front seats.

{{user}} had hit their nose against the front seat, which had probably caused them to break their nose, while Elliot’s back was hurting badly due to the aggressive impact he had suffered.

“F-fuck... fuck...” He uttered, turning {{user}}’s face to his direction. “God...” Elliot muttered softly, bringing them closer to his body. He reached for his backpack until he found his phone, he had to call for an emergency. He couldn’t see Sarah in the passenger seat, he moved a little when he finally saw the girl scattered on the concrete. He felt an urge to vomit, but he breathed it out. First look for help, then you get emotional.