Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2021 01:16:05 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Car Dealership Part 2 It was a rainy afternoon at the car dealership, the kind of weather that keeps people away, so most of the employees were given the day off. One salesman sat at his desk and watched the rain come down and drip and fill up the empty parking lot. Normally, there would be a few people coming and going to get an oil change around back, but their service department has weird hours there, open later so people can pick up after work but only open 4 days a week. This was one of those closed days without the mechanics there, so it was quiet and empty and wet. Then an old car pulled in, and the salesman thought "trade-in." He knew when someone was treating himself after saving up, when someone was looking for something safer after an accident, when someone needed a minivan instead of a sports car. He could tell. The car pulled up to the front entrance by the awning, and a man hopped out, slammed the door, and ran to the dry ground under the awning before heading inside. "Hi, I'm Dan. How can I help you today, sir?" said the salesman, reaching out to shake hands. The man was dressed for work, brown shoes and belted khakis with a button-up shirt and tie. The rain had left a few droplets on his shoulders and hair. The man shook his hand while swiping each shoe across the floor mat, so he wouldn't squeak as he walked, and they sat down at Dan's desk. Dan was dressed the same as the man but a different color tie. Other than that, they looked pretty similar, about the same age but it's hard to tell sometimes, and the man was a little slimmer and taller. Dan said, "I think I know why you are here. You want to trade in for something new?" "Well, not exactly. I'm looking to get something new, and then I'm gonna give my car to my son as a birthday gift." The man knew exactly the make and model and edition and color that he wanted. He had been doing all the work himself for weeks, which made Dan's job easy. Nothing to choose from, no maybes, no thinking it over or having to sleep on it. The deal was practically done. Now just to see the real deal in person and take a test drive. Dan got the keys and ran out to the lot. He pulled up with a big, brand-new, blue pickup truck, and parked it next to the man's old car in front. The man was waiting under the awning. Dan hopped down and ran around to stand with him and held out the keys. When they got in and slammed the doors, the sound of the rain was almost completely silenced. Dan said, "Very noise-cancelling! And you sure test the windshield wipers today!" They sat there for a while, talking about all the features. The man already knew everything about the truck, though, and he flipped switches and cranked dials around, turning on some heat and defrost and the lights. It was a little stuffy. Dan clicked the window down a slot and breathed in the fresh air. He pulled at his tie, which somehow had gotten pretty damp in the brief time when Dan was in the rain. The front seat was one big row, like a bench seat, rare to see lately, and it reminded the man of his the trucks when he was younger. He spent years dreaming and looking for his own perfect truck. "You mind if I take this off?" he asked, as he was taking off his necktie. The man said no and that it was a good idea. "I took the afternoon off and came right from work." He pulled his tie open in one long slip and crumpled it up into his pocket. Dan, who had been neatly folding his while thinking of what to do with it, also pocketed his. When he looked back, the man behind the steering wheel had also undone a few buttons. Dan looked down at the chest hair winking out. No undershirt under the shirt. When Dan looked up from staring, he saw that the man was watching. They didn't say anything. The wide front seat kept a good distance between them, but it was still a small space, painted over with water, with nobody else around. "Very warm," Dan said, as he noticed the rain on his skin mixing with sweat. He turned on the defrost and talked about how quickly the truck could take car off the fogged windshield. They were off and driving. Dan saw the expression of a man finally getting what he had waited patiently for. The man lived the truck and sat up straight, testing every button, feeling the horsepower, braking and feeling it stop precisely even with the slick roads. "How old is your son, who get your old car?" "Today's his 18th birthday." They tossed around some numbers before the man threw out one and said, "... and it's a deal. And maybe we swing by his school to surprise him." After a quick call, they got to the school and found the son waiting. He had been at practice, so he was wearing sweatpants and a shirt with the sleeves cut off. His dad pulled up in the big new truck and rolled down the window. "Hey! You ready for a birthday surprise?" The son asked if the truck was a birthday present, and his dad said, "No, this is for me. And you get my car." Dan thought maybe the kid would be upset, like he got pranked, but he was so genuinely thankful and excited to get the hand-me-down. His father told him to grab his stuff and get in. They all got out and hurried in the rain, running around the truck. The son had a huge black bag full of equipment. Dan said to put it in the back seat so it doesn't get soaked and helped with it. They loaded it in with a big backpack, and slammed the door, and then they all squeezed together into the front seat, the son in the middle, the dad driving, and Dan wedged against the door. Dan felt the son's muscular arms and legs press against his side and looked over at how close the father and son were, each excited about having a new ride. They had the same smile, broad jaw, and Adam's Apple. The father slapped his hand down on his son's knee and squeezed it. The son said thank you again, about the car. The dad wished him a happy birthday again. "We really got soaked!" Dan said. They all looked at each other, at their hair dripping water down, wet faces, shoulders and chests with the fabric see-through where the rain had caught them and then soaked in as they sat there together for the drive back. Dan untucked his shirt and then he looked over at the son's nipples through the wet white shirt before the fabric got pulled away and then settled back onto the wet skin. Dan tried to compare the son's smooth chest to the father's hairy chest, but out of a sideways glance. They all faced forward, like at a row of urinals, nobody ever fully turning their head. Dan looked down at his lap and at the lap next to his. Both were wet fabric, clinging. He said, "I guess I should've worn underwear today." Eyes darted down and caught the view. Dan was pretty much in full view, the outline and shape and details of his dick showing through the tight fabric. "Yeah, me too, I guess," said the son with a half laugh. They smirked at each other. The father glanced down while shifting gears. Wet gray sweatpants might as well be clear plastic. Shoulders shifted against each other. Dan tried to adjust himself. It didn't really change the picture. And the other two just looked. Dan's hand eventually set back down, trying not to jut an elbow into the son's ribs next to him. The son slowly, not lookingly, reached down and pulled his balls away from his thighs through the fabric and tried to reposition everything. Dan watched. Everything was even more visible now. The son tried more and eventually just folded his hands over his crotch. Then the father shifted gears and bumped his hand into them, apologizing with a soft hand on his son's knee for less than a second. Dan was stiff and just let it show, letting each set of eyes eventually notice and then keep revisiting. The son's dick started getting bigger and bigger, untameable, a little damp under there and hard. The son again tried to cover it but that just made it worse. "You really feel the horsepower under you, don't you?" Dan said. The father answered, "Well, HE sure does." Then he patted his son's knee again, teasing him. Dan said, "They grow so quickly, right before your eyes," and readjusted himself again. But this time, he didn't let go. He let his hand rest in his own growing dick, and he gripped it, sort of stroked it through the wet fabric. "We're here. Why don't you pull around to the back and park there for a bit?" The truck pulled into a spot facing the dealership, where the mechanics and customers would normally be coming and going, but it was empty and blocked from the road. Nobody driving by could see, and the two other employees left inside wouldn't have seen them pull in, especially with the wall of rain pouring down. Dan suggested they wait there for a bit. When rain suddenly gets heavier, it fizzles out soon. He mentioned the great service that they have there for oil changes or repairs. The heat was working, and the windows were foggy. Dan clicked the defrost button. The father looked down at it and then over at his son's tented sweatpants and at Dan with a hand on hardon, and the look in Dan's eyes. The father just stared and slowly started to smile. Then he undid one button and then another until he could open the front of his shirt and air out his hot, wet, chest and run a hand down the wet hair and wipe it on his leg. Then one hand went into his waist to make some adjustment and then flip out and grab onto the steering wheel again. Dan started unbuttoning his shirt as well, exposing his chest, and his dick stuck straight up, straining, and looking just like the son's next to him. When Dan stopped and waited, the father said to his son, "Why don't you reach back and get something dry to put on? Change out of these wet clothes?" The son looked at him and then at Dan. "You don't mind? Do you?" and Dan told him to go right ahead. The son pulled off his sleeveless T-shirt as it clung to his wet muscles. He tossed it into the back in a crumple. Both men looked at the skin, the muscles, the flexed arms, and the hands reaching down lower to the drawstring waist before pausing and then shucking them down and tossing them back too, the leg brushing against the stiff young prick and making it wobble and flex up. He let them both stare at his naked body, perfect. Dan wondered how often the son let his father see him like that. Dan felt hot and horny. "Your faces look alike but your bodies are different," Dan said, pointing. "What about... Is it like father like son?" The son looked over at his father, whose shirt was open and whose hand was resting on his thigh. The hand lifted up and moved to unbutton and then unzip and then reach in and pull up an identical dick to his son's, with the same curve and shape and size. They each held them out to be judged. Dan said, "Very nice. Lucky family." Dan's hard cock was practically visible already, and he let it pop out finally, and held it tight to enjoy the squeeze and their eyes on it. When he looked down at it, he pointed it at himself and slid his wet palm along its length before looking back at the two of them who were doing the same. Three hard dicks jerking slow and easy, showing off as much as they were enjoying the feeling. Dan said "We don't want to make a mess of your new truck," and he directed the father how to slide the front row back and reclined. Now they were leaned back and all tugging, with their balls bouncing and their legs pressed against each other. The son said, "shoot on my chest?," and his father nodded yes. Dan said, "Yes, that will put hair on your chest like your father." They each jacked and looked at each other, they slowed and went faster. Dan touched the pooling drop at his tip and smeared the sticky liquid around. The son's stomach quivered and sucked in with a clench. "Unghh, I'm gonna cummmmmm..." "Yeah, do it, show us..." Dan watched the father reach his free arm around the son's shoulders and hug him close. The son's free hand pressed down where their legs met. Dan wondered if they would jerk each other or him, but he let it be a look-but-don't-touch rule as some have. They were all pressed against each other at the sides. The father's hand was up by Dan's neck and gave it a grip and a pat, and they looked across the son at each other, sharing the moment as the son's eyes clenched shut. He couldn't hold it. It rocketed out and coated his fine body with a line of glistening clear liquid, and then an eruption or two that followed and sputtered. The father moaned through tightened lips at the sight. "Mmmph, yeah boy. That's right. Yeah." And he looked like he was gonna rip his dick clear off, yanking and swirling his palm along it, going crazy. He had been pretty restrained, but now he was letting loose, and Dan was loving it. "Ohhhh yeah.... you see this? You ready to see?" And it sprang out like a switch was flipped as his body tightened up, and soon he was covered just like his son. It wasn't as much. He had jerked off that morning. Dan was enjoying the show and going slow, saving up. He wanted them to watch, both of them. He wanted so much more, but he knew what was going to happen. Now was his turn, and he stroked faster and harder. His body shook. The truck rocked. "You see? You watching? Oh, yes, look at the two of you. Mmmmm" Dan watched their identical faces stare, and they were still flushed red in the face and holding their jizz on their stomachs. The heated seats warmed their asses as Dan slid his tight pants lower. The skin on his legs brushed against the smooth hips next to him. Dan reached down and felt his own balls and rolled them between his fingers as he got closer and closer to the peak and then started jetting lines of hot, white, jizz up and onto his hand and belly. "Ohhhh yah!" yelled the two watching, their voices matching. They were impressed. Dan loved putting on a show for them. They cleaned up and went inside eventually, and Dan was in a great mood. You should always catch your car salesman in a good mood. The guy got a great deal.