Chapter 7: The Act of Adrenaline

After the session of golden showers with the group of masters, where each flavor had connected me chemically to them but had left me with a longing for something more visceral, more dangerous, I decided to escalate the risk. The previous experiences – global flavors, deep fists, marital threesomes, anonymous nights – had taught me that the thrill grew with danger, but nothing had prepared me for this. On the app, I found Ramón: a 45-year-old truck driver, profile with a photo of a truck cabin and a crude description: "I pick you up on the highway, you suck me off while I drive. Real risk, total consent". We chatted: limits (no fucking while moving, "red" word, condom if anything more), but he emphasized the thrill: "The adrenaline will get you like a motorcycle, bitch". The taboo was extreme: a moving car on the AP-7 highway, risk of accident, police, other drivers seeing us. My submissive identity got excited with the public fear; I wanted that rush that made me feel alive. We agreed: he picked me up at a gas station south of Barcelona, a red truck with a trailer, smell of diesel and sweat.

I got into the cabin, heart beating strong. Ramón was big, fat but strong, with calloused hands and grayish beard. "Sit down, bitch. We're going to the highway". He started the engine, merging onto the AP-7 towards Girona, moderate traffic: cars buzzing, trucks overtaking. He looked at me sideways: "Take down your pants and start when I say". The truck vibrated, the constant sound of wheels. We waited for a straight stretch, headlights reflecting on the mirrors. "Now", he growled. I crouched in the copilot seat, head in his lap, unzipping his fly. His cock came out hard, thick and veiny, smelling like a truck driver. I licked it slowly, but he pushed my head: "Suck it deep, fucker".

I sucked with hunger, deep throat, drool falling while the truck went 100 km/h. Ramón watched the mirrors, one hand on the wheel, the other on my nape. "Damn, what a mouth... look in the rearview mirror, there's a car behind". The risk hit me: would they see us? A car overtook us: a sedan passed slowly, the driver could turn his head and catch us. I stayed still for a second, cock up to my balls, heart in my throat. Ramón accelerated a bit: "Keep going, bitch, or I'll stop on the shoulder and fuck you there". I went back to sucking hard, tongue turning, while the truck vibrated with each bump. Another risk: distant sirens, police? The fear made me more excited, the hard cock rubbing against the seat.

He escalated: "Touch my balls while you suck". I obeyed, massaging, licking the base. Ramón moaned low, eyes on the road, but subtly thrust his hips. A truck overtook us: the tall driver could see my head going up and down. "Damn, he's looking at us... accelerate the sucking". I sucked faster, throat tightening, drool soaking his jeans. The adrenaline rush was like a drug: each passing car, each mirror reflecting headlights, multiplied the pleasure....