Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2018 21:40:00 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Car Dealership It was a beautiful, sunny morning at the car dealership. Normally, the place would be full of potential customers, but it was the day of the big game or match or race. Something was happening that kept the place full of cars but empty of people. Most of the employees had the day off. One salesman sat at his desk waiting, occasionally strolling around the lot, looking out the window, and her finally spotted someone. A dad and son were looking around, talking. "Hi, I'm Dan. How can I help you guys today?" said the salesman, shaking their hands. As they chatted and smiled, Dan looked at the dad's rough, stiff jeans and the son's soft sweatpants that clung to his rear end and draped over a bulge in the front. He compared the dad's stubble and the smooth soft skin on the son's face. He compared the son's thin frame against the dad's wide shoulders, thick legs, and slight firm belly. As they talked, Dan guessed correctly that the son was getting more and more into sports. "And dad gets to drive you around, along with as much of the team that can fit, right?" His guess was correct, and he steered them towards a nice, new, big vehicle. He pointed out how you're not stuck with some ugly minivan anymore. They opened the back and looked at how roomy it was. Dan said, "plenty of room for your balls... football, basketball, all your equipment." Then they all sat inside, son in the back, dad in the driver's seat, and Dan next to him in the passenger seat, leaning to the side against an arm rest he pulled down. Dan turned to to the back and said "buckle up back there!" Dan said they had to try everything out, the air conditioning and radio. As they examined the interior and imagined driving around in it, Dan flipped a switch to turn on the heated seats, sure that they'd wow the dad. He started to feel the warmers in his legs and lower back. "That feels pretty good," said the dad. Dan said it gets better. The dad looked at his son in the rear mirror. Dan noted how the mirror was extra big, so he can keep an eye on what's happening back there with the guys. "And it's lots of leg room back there, right?" asked Dan. "You won't all be squished back there? You can tie your shoe easy?" "Yeah, it's really roomy back here," said the son, reaching down to tie his always undone shoe, thinking how this was much much nicer than his dad's or any of his friends' dads'. Dan said, "your friends and you on the team, getting changed in back of cramped bus after school?" The son agreed, and Dan said he remembered what that was like on the way to a game or practice. "You can change out of sweatshirt okay there?" Dan asked, suggesting he try. "Oh, I'm not wearing a shirt under this," the son replied. Dan answered, "That's okay. Windows are tinted dark, and there's nobody around anyway today." The dad looked up to the rear-view mirror to watch his son pull his sweatshirt off, under the seat belt, and set it aside, enjoying the refreshment and a little bit of thrill. Dan watched the dad watch his son, and both men in the front seat readjusted between their legs. "You and your buddies on the team can get changed on the drive, save time," Dan said. "Go ahead. You can change out of those sweatpants without kicking dad?" The son tried pulling them off his legs, smirking, tossing them to the side. Dan restated that there's plenty of room for legs and backpacks and pads and uniforms. The dad watched in the rear view mirror as his son smirked and enjoyed being nearly naked, just in boxers and his behemoth sneakers. "Why should only he enjoy these leather seats?" Dan asked the dad, explaining that it was too warm a day to feel the heated seats through those jeans, not like they'd feel on a cold winter morning. "We take these down and nobody even see down there if they walk by." The dad looked around and in the mirror at his preoccupied son and over at Dan who was unbuttoning and unzipping. Both men lifted their seats off their seats to pull their pants down to their ankles. Immediately, the heated seats warmed their bare legs and the thin fabric of their underwear. It felt really good. Dan joked that the back seats weren't so lucky and that it was dad's reward for driving everyone. The son scratched his bare chest by his nipple, showing a tuft of armpit hair. Dan felt himself grow and adjusted himself. Then he noticed the dad's fly, tented open like an envelope, showing some skin and hair hidden behind the window. Dan's black boxer briefs did a better job of concealing, but the tip was snaking its way to his own hatch. Dan noticed a couple wet spots on the dad's lap. "Well, I see I'm getting the thumbs-up from dad," Dan said, holding his thumb in a phallic salute between his legs. He asked the son what he thought of it and got a good review; the car was "cool." Dan suggested that the son do something he should never do while the car is driving, to stand up and through the sun roof. The son unbuckled and stood up, pulling up his saggy boxers. Dan watched the dad look at his son's midsection in the rear view mirror and move his hands from the steering wheel to his meaty rod, giving it a squeeze and a pull or two. As the son's face and shoulders disappeared through the roof, Dan craned his head down and glanced up the leg of the son's boxers at what was hiding underneath. The dad watched his son's stomach, the lines on each side pointing diagonally to center, and the thin trail of new growth that wandered around from the navel down and disappeared beneath the waistband. As the son moved around, his boxers draped over him. He turned to look over his shoulder, and his bubble butt appeared in the mirror, a crease down the middle and a bit of sweat. The spongy helmet of skin between Dan's legs was slick with moisture, as it often was as he was often aroused. The son, too, was a little pricked up, excited at being undressed in public and the feeling of the breeze on his bare shoulders and nipples. In the driver's seat, the dad's dick peeked out and curved up, thick. Dan liked the look of it and wondered if the son's would soon be so manly as he grew older and bigger. The tip dripped on the steering wheel. The dad felt it and felt Dan staring. As the son came back down, the dad almost tucked it away, but Dan said, "Can you get over the seat to the back row easy?" The son looked back, turned back, and climbed over the seat, exposing a bit of his butt as the boxers slid against the seat and down. He wore just boxer shorts and big sneakers. While the son sat in the back, just a shirtless young man above and who knows what hidden below, the dad remained in the unbelievable position, dick out and only the man next to him aware. It reminded the dad of being peeked at while at a urinal. It was at a baseball game, and the restroom was full and busy but only the dad and a man next to him shared the secret. The dad remembered looking ahead but allowing the glance and inviting the stare, showing it off. Here too he let another man see, almost pretending he didn't know, but asked himself "what now?" Dan, still observing, turned to the son in the back back, who was pulling on his sweatshirt. "How fast can you can change in car? You're late always?" The son admitted that he's always the last one ready and usually has to finish getting dressed or changed on the way. Dan asked if the son was an expert at it now and suggested a race. The son pulled his sweatpants on again and waited to hurry them off again. Dan explained the rules, everything off and then everything on again AND shoes tied, guessing it would take at least 3 minutes. The dad watched in the rear-view mirror, one hand on the wheel and one hand on his stick, shifting and adjusting. Dan yelled Go, and watched the son seem to shuck down his sweatpants and boxers out of view and drape them over the seat in front of him as proof, then invert his sweatshirt over his head and inside out, leaving him naked and with his hair messed up. The dad watched as his son tussled, leaning over, with his shoelaces and then bringing his foot up on the seat back and kicking it off and tugging off each sock, and stopping for a second. Dan watched the dad's lap and his manly hand groping and grinding. On the sidewalk, not far off, a jogger bounced by unaware of what was happening back there. Dan turned his knob in his damp palm, imagining what more he wanted to happen. Then he noticed a flash of the son's nude butt above the horizon line as he stood and hunched over to step into his underwear and then sat to pull on sweatpants up his legs. The dad twitched and pushed up into his hand. Dan knew what was happening, and felt a rope of cum slide out into his shorts, soaking a puddle. As the son pulled his sweatshirt on and raised his arms in victory, holding up one sloppily laced sneaker, Dan congratulated him on his quick change skills and suggested he try getting out the back using the safety latch. Pulling a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, Dan draped it over the dad's lap and swiped over it like a magician, saying "If you ever spill anything, these seats wipe down really easy." Then he moved the handkerchief to his own lap for a second, allowing the dad's eyes for the first time to glance over and down at his passenger. As the son climbed clumsily out of the back of the vehicle, the men in the front pulled up their pants, somewhat spent. Without even a test drive around the lot, Dan made a sale and a loyal customer. 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