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Oh, brother. I'm really in for it now.
My unimpressed groans don't even register among Wilby's fists pounding on the wheel and his wails, because, not content with just singing the words, he's now making thebow-bowmusical noises, too.
But as he rocks out behind the steering wheel, getting into it with a childlike enthusiasm, I can't help but find it…well, endearing.
There's an innocence to everything Wilby does. And a genuineness, too. When I came to, the concern in his eyes was real. And something about that touched me in a way that mademe want to open up to him. I was vulnerable, and yet, I wasn't scared.
I felt safe in his arms, and I really, really liked it.
"Oooh, food!" I exclaim, cutting the radio.
"It's my liiiii— What the fuck?"
"Food," I repeat, pointing at the sign for a service station and food outlet.
"But we had meat pies before."
"That was hours ago."
"You had four!"
"They're individual servings."
His lips stretch. "You really do have a big appetite."
I reach over and rest my hand on his thigh. "I do."
He takes the exit, and we're the only car in the McDonalds drive-through, or Maccas, as they call it here.
"Place your order when you're ready," the tinny voice instructs through the speaker.
I can't see the menu from the passenger side, so I lean over Wilby, my hand slipping a little higher up his leg. His muscles tense.
I peruse the menu. Carefully. Thoughtfully. Taking all the time needed to ensure I make the right choice between a Big Mac or a Quarter Pounder. After all, it's a very important decision.
"I just need a moment," I tell the attendant.
"No worries, mate. Take your time."
My hand slides up Wilby's leg, stopping only when I reach his bulge. His breath hitches.
"Now what should I get?" I mutter quietly, flicking a glance up at Wilby.
His face is flushed, like he wasn't prepared for some drive-through crotch rubbing. Silly him.
I tap my fingers against Wilby's thickening cock as I deliberate what to have. I'm tempted to unzip Wilby's jeans, andI would…if there wasn't a tiny camera pointed my way right above the speaker. Stupid technology ruins the fun for everyone.
"I'll have a Maccas Bundle for Two," I finally say. "With water as the drink please."
"Anything else?"
I move back and off Wilby, shooting him a grin. "Anything else?"
Wilby slowly takes his eyes off me and talks into the speaker.
"Just a—" he squeaks. It’s so high-pitched it reminds me of my pre-pubescent days.
He clears his throat and starts again. "Just a Happy Meal, thanks."
