My College Roommate's Famous D - Part Three: Traffic

Part Three!

Excerpt:

“How you doing over there, Nate?”
“Go away, Ford.”
“Looking pretty desperate.”
He laughed now, but it was a dry, humorless laugh, and he looked over at me. Then returned his hand to the wheel - his massive cock was in perfect outline down the side of his leg, his baggy jeans falling over it perfectly. He glanced at me again, then around at the people close to us, still waiting for the traffic to ease up. 

“Just… please?” he asked. Begged. 

Holy shit. He wanted it badly.