Hard Sell - Part 1

Nothing was going right for Mark as he sat at his desk in the car dealership of that early Monday morning. Twenty-three and he had made salesman of the month three months in a row but he was starting to feel the drag of hustling for sells. He thumbed through his rolodex trying to think up a customer but no one came to mind. His two voices were in discussion when he spotted the man walking from the service area, forties, bald and glasses but fit and there was a look in his eyes like he had a unfortunate morning too. Mark made eye contact with him as he stepped into the sales floor, but the look made him nervous and they both looked away for a moment but then the man made his way over past the other desks.

"Excuse me, but is there a nearby place for breakfast?"

Mark looked to the man's feet, then worked up his body. He couldn't help but notice an ample bulge. He looked up over the man's flat stomach to his designer tie, and then his face. They looked each other in the eye.

"There's a place down the road but it's over a mile."

"Maybe I'll just get something from the machines," the man replied.

He walked away, back to the service area, and Mark had an instant feeling of regret. He should have gotten the man's name, should have introduced himself. He looked around at the other sales people trying to look busy. Right, he said, I'm going to make a sell. He pushed himself from the chair and walked to the waiting area of the service department, a hallway with plastic bottomed chairs. There the man sat with a bag of candy, his knees spread wide letting Mark get another view of his bulge. He swallowed hard at the sight, felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment but he kept walking. One foot in front of the other until they were only a few feet apart.

"Actually, if you'd like we could take a demo car," Mark said.

"Sounds good," the man replied.

"My name is Mark."

"My name is Oliver."

They shook hands and Oliver got to his feet. Mark walked back to the sales floor and Oliver followed him to the keys. Mark picked out one of their sportier models and flashed the keys before they went out to find it. When they got there the man was impressed but started to move to the passenger side.

"Actually, why don't you drive," Mark said.

Oliver took the keys and they walked around to the appropriate sides of the car. Mark looked back at the dealership before getting inside. Oliver sat in the driver's seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. The man's cologne was musky with a hint of cinnamon and Mark liked it. Oliver started the car and pulled out of the lot with ease. They drove away and passed the diner.

"I thought you said you were hungry," Mark said.

"In a little bit. I just like this car so much. I have the previous year but this is nice."

"Good," Mark said, just reel in the line, he told himself.

Oliver pressed down on the pedal and they were easily ten miles over the speed limit, Mark noticed and warned him cops liked to patrol here to catch people on a test drive so he slowed to the speed limit. When they got to the next right hand turn he made it and soon they were getting farther from the dealership. Mark felt excited by the risk of it. Oliver turned off on another road, then another, and they were in the woods. He saw signs for a park and soon they were there in the lot, an empty lot. Oliver pulled into a space, put the car in park and turned off the engine.

"Have you ever been here before?" Oliver asked.

Mark looked around at the place but he had never seen it before. He smiled at the man who spread his knees farther apart. He looked to his bulge and he thought he saw a twitch.

"This a known spot for cruising," Oliver said.

"People drive their cars around here?" Mark asked.

"No, I mean... never mind," Oliver said, "it's not important. You look like you were having a bad day. Me too, my car wouldn't start. It's a good thing I own my own business or else I'd be late."

"My sales have been down and I know my boss is going to ream me out," Mark said. "I've just about used everyone in my rolodex."

"Well, I know you took me out to try and get a sale but honestly I'm good right now. My car is still under a warranty I bought at the dealership. But I could tell my friends about this one and what a nice guy you are."

"Really? Thanks," Mark replied.

"I know we have to get back but there is a way to improve the day," Oliver said.

Mark looked to him, looked him in the eyes, and he felt his cheeks warm again. He noticed a movement down in the man's lap, a twitch, a pulse that strained the fabric.

"Would you be interested? Just a little bit of fun so the day isn't terrible."

Mark looked out of the car windows but there were no other cars, no signs of human life. He had been thinking about the man's dick since the moment he saw him. He wanted it. He wanted the feeling of risk, the rush of the act, and the reward of it, of having transgressed his role. He licked at his teeth and gulped before nodding.

"I want to hear you say it," Oliver said.

"I want to suck your dick," Mark blurted out.

The man reached across and put a hand on the back of his neck as his other hand massaged the fabric around his lengthening dick. Mark felt a slight pull but it didn't take anymore for him to put his face down there. He reached for the man's zipper and pulled it open. He started to reach in to get it when Oliver stopped him. He could smell it, sweat and cologne, almost taste it.

"Wait, I hate the feeling of the zipper teeth," he said.

He took his hand away from Mark's neck allowing him to sit up. He watched as the man undid his belt and the catch of his dress pants before pushing his boxers and pants to his ankles. There it was, inches of dick and it still had more to grow. Mark licked his lips at the sight. It was half inflated across the man's left thigh with ejaculate leaking from the head and foreskin over mushroom head.

"If we're going to do this we might make a mess. You should strip down and throw your clothes in the back."

Mark looked around again and when he didn't see anyone he said, "fuck it" then began to strip. First his shoes, then his socks, his tie, then his shirt. He shucked his pants leaving him in his underwear, white briefs and white undershirt. His own smaller dick already created a wet spot in his briefs.

"Leave em," Oliver said.

Mark reached down inside at his own slippery cock before leaning down to man's lap. He licked at his dick, sucked at his balls, and it stiffened with the sensations. He licked along the length of it, nibbled at the foreskin until it retreated. He licked at the glans, pushed the skin back with his lips until they wrapped around the head. He sucked at it. His own hand slipped around his own dick from the premature ejaculate filling his briefs. He could taste the man's skin and his ejaculate, it was earthy and tingled but he kept at even as his own balls tightened. He pushed his tongue against the bulbous head, slid it along to the back of his throat and started to gag. Oliver ran his fingers through Mark's hair.

"Don't get greedy, just take it slow. It's a lot to handle."

Mark pulled away to catch his breath through his nose before plunging down again. He felt Oliver's dick slide past his gag reflex to his throat. It was warm and filling like no other before him. Oliver grunted and groaned with pleasure, his feet slid along the mat.

"Oh yeah, you like that dick. Oh, yeah, you're good. I was worried you'd be a virgin but you're a little whore aren't you. Yeah, you like that dick. Let me feel your ass."

Oliver reached, slid his hand under the back of Mark's briefs, his finger went straight to his hole. He poked inside with an eagerness that told Mark he was wanted at both ends. He moaned with the pressure causing a vibration that ran through the man's balls to his brain. Mark felt the finger invade him right to the knuckle. He sucked until he was choking before he pulled off. Spit ran from his lips, a string lingered between them and the other man's dick. He looked at it, hard and pointed at the man's belly. He went back at it, put the head in his mouth and sucked. Oliver's free hand grabbed at his head to encourage him to go farther but he was out of breath and his own dick was on edge.

"If you can't take it again just get under the balls," he ordered.

Mark pulled off, licked down the man's dick to his balls. They were tight and ready so he went lower. He licked under them and the man kept pushing more, along the taint and almost to his asshole but he paused for a moment. He had never gone there before. His own ears burned, and a second finger pushed inside. He was doing a lot he had never done before so he went deeper between the man's cheeks.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," Oliver said.

The man groaned, ejaculate shot out uncontrolled and random, some of it landed on the back of Mark's head. He could taste the man, a man, like he never had before. He sat back as Oliver pulled out his fingers and started to jack himself with more force until he felt that familiar sensation of pleasure and pain. His ejaculate shot through the cloth to the floor, then was held by it. He stroked a few more times to get every last sensation. He sat back and looked to Oliver who smiled with satisfaction.

"You're good," he grunted.

"Thanks, I've never done anything quite like that," Mark replied.

"Take off your underwear, wipe up the mess then give them to me."

Mark peeled them down over his thighs, wiped at his cock and balls before wiping up the mess from the floor with an unspoiled piece. He handed them over to Oliver who cleaned up the steering wheel, then held them to his nose.

"You smell so good," he said.

"Thanks."

"Can I keep these?"

"I can't wear them back to work so sure."

"Oh god, that was good, you were good. Would you want to do this again? Maybe more?"

"Okay," Mark said.

"I'm hosting a poker game tomorrow night. I have some friends who could show you the ropes and so much more. What do you say?"

"Any of them interested in buying a car?"

They laughed at the thought and sat there until the pleasure wore off, the fantasy ended, and they were just two exposed men in a public place, then they pulled on their clothes and figured out how to move on with their day.