After getting cleaned up Mark dressed quickly though Oliver was more leisurely about the process, even walked him to the door naked, he turned to the man in the doorway and moved to kiss him on the lips. Oliver kissed him back briefly before pushing him away a little and telling him they both had to get to work. Mark blushed at him before turning away and walking to his car. He got inside, felt like a new man even though his hole burned a little from their morning fuck, and drove back to his apartment. He didn’t begin to panic about being late until he got inside and saw the time so he stripped out of his clothes, put on deodorant and cologne, and got dressed in a new shirt and pair of slacks, combed his hair, made sure he had keys, wallet, and phone. He rushed out the door, made sure it was locked, and jogged to his car.
He was still ten minutes early as he pulled into the dealership so he parked in his usual spot and pulled out his phone. He was disappointed there wasn’t a message from Oliver and he debated for a moment what to do. He sent one text message: [Thank you for last night and this morning. I’d like to cum again.] He smiled to himself at the playful nature of the message before getting out of his car and thinking about what he just did. He immediately had regret for sending it and a fear he had sent it to the wrong person so he double checked, but it was to the right person and he had done it so there was no way to take it back. He walked into work there were the usual greetings as he got himself a coffee, made his way to his desk, and sat. He turned on his computer, started to look through his contacts and think about trying to sell a car when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and smiled when he saw it was from Oliver.
[It was fun for me too. You really got into it. And I’ve been thinking about your fantasies. Would you be up for a little fun today?]
Mark felt his dick harden at the thought of it. I’m so naughty, he thought, I’m at work but all I’m thinking about is Oliver, his dick, and getting fucked. He grinned and replied that he’d be up for anything.
[Good, a friend of mine will be by today looking to buy a car. He’s looking forward to your presentation.]
A friend? Someone would come to work, a stranger, and he’d want a presentation. Wait, was he serious? Was this some kind of role play? Was he serious? He bit his lip and his happiness became fear. What did this mean? Was he done with him? Were they done? Or was this just the beginning of something? He stuck his thumb nail between his teeth as he read over the text message. He was about to reply, try to find out what exactly was happening when he was interrupted by one of his coworkers pounding on his desk. He looked up and pulled his phone close to his chest like a cheater in poker who almost got caught showing his hand. He gulped when he saw it was Cody. He didn’t like Cody, well it wasn’t anything personal, just a kind of friendly competition that really wasn’t so friendly. They were about the same age and both wanted to be the salesman of the month. It didn’t help that sales had been slow for Mark and that Cody had sold three cars to one customer who had some kind of taxi service. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
“Sales meeting,” Cody said, “conference room in five minutes.”
“But I thought that wasn’t until next week,” Mark replied.
“Well it’s been slow and the manager wants to get us motivated, well some of us, you know, the slow ones, not you of course.”
“Of course,” Mark replied. But he knew Cody was talking about him. He looked to his phone.
There was no way to hash out what the message from Oliver meant, not with Cody there. He waited for the other salesman to leave before responding.
[I’ll do my best.]
He turned off his phone after the message was sent then picked up his coffee and walked to the conference room where he saw nearly all of the other sales people were already gathered as the manager paced the floor in front of them. Finally the last person closed the door and everyone was waiting patiently but the man didn’t speak. He kept pacing. It was his thing. He thought it was a good way to make sure he had everyone’s attention. He’d let the room get real quiet then break into his most boisterous voice and try to give them a speech, a rally, that would motivate them. Mark found himself thinking about Oliver, the morning, the night before, the way they met, and his friend coming today.
Would he get a sale out of it? If they only knew. And he felt his dick harden a little, begin to leak ejaculate against his underwear, so he crossed his legs as he slipped farther into his thoughts. It was no surprise when his manager finally spoke and he felt little reaction as the man tried to work them into being excited. He was thinking of something else and by the time he was done Mark had to work to think of something else to calm himself before he had to get up and walk from the room. He was barely able to do it, his boss’s speech somewhere in the back of his mind as he drifted to his desk. He sat and pulled out his phone, turned it back on, and waited.
But there was no new message from Oliver so he returned to what he had been doing before by looking at his contacts. Even if his friend bought a car he’d still need to make up sales to beat Cody. He read through the notes of people who had bought cars the previous year, noted that one of them bought a new car for his wife on her birthday every year and that her birthday would be in a couple of weeks. He came up with the pitch instantly, a nice surprise gift, if he looked at it early he’d be able to change details so that it was perfect for her. He smiled to himself as he made the call. He gave his best, most genuine introduction before going into the pitch. The man was pleased and liked the idea of coming into the dealership early to make sure everything was how she’d like it. They made an appointment and said goodbye. Mark made a notation for a reminder call the day before just so he’d make sure he’d come in to look for a new car.
He had a stupid grin on his face as he got up from his desk and started to walk to the coffee machine. That’s why when he spotted the man at reception, dressed in shorts and tank top, muscled arms and crew cut, he just nodded to him as he passed until he heard the man speak to the woman behind the desk.
“I’m looking for a Mark. I’m told he works here. I’m looking for a car.”
“Certainly,” she replied.
Mark turned and walked back to the desk and was about to introduce himself when Cody interrupted and introduced himself to the man. He looked to Cody over the man’s shoulder and squinted his eyes in his best death stare. Cody ignored him and started to usher him away when he cleared his throat and got the man’s attention.
“Actually, I’m Mark and I can help you,” he said.
The man turned to him. He held out his hand and Mark shook it. The man’s grip was easy but firm as it he knew he didn’t have to try to out squeeze the other person.
“My name is Greg, uh, Oliver sent me,” he said.
“Of course,” Mark replied.
“I can show you any car Mark here can,” Cody said. “And I can make you a better deal. I saw that little sports car you drove up in and we’d be glad to make you a good offer for a trade-in.”
“Bug off Cody,” Mark said.
The receptionist gasped. Cody rolled his eyes. Mark even surprised himself but the words just came out of his mouth and he looked to the other man to apologize but it was too late as he turned and walked away. He looked to the woman behind the desk who winked back, then he looked to Greg who smirked a little. They looked each other up and down. There was something positive and welcoming about the man, a casual but firm openness. His muscles were a display of power and he was handsome, his hair made him look younger than he really was. Mark guessed he was forty, forty-one, maybe early forties, but his body was that of an athlete.
“Did you have something in mind?” Mark asked.
“That Dodge Talon out there. I’m looking for something for my son. He’s going to college next year and needs something to get back and forth. I know it’s a bit of a stretch to get the kid a sporty car but he’d never settle for an economy car. Maybe we could take it for a spin?”
Mark looked to the receptionist.
“Can I get the keys for the Dodge Talon?”
“Just one moment,” she replied before getting up from her chair.
“And you know I’m feeling a little hungry. I should have eaten before I came here but, you know, it slipped my mind.”
“No problem, Kelly would you let the manager know I’m taking a client to lunch as well,” he called out to her as she walked away. She grunted that she would.
They looked to each other, looked over each other. Mark felt himself getting an erection so he put his hands in his pocket. He bit his lip and turned away slightly when Kelly handed him the keys and told him that she had told their boss he’d being taking someone to lunch with the Dodge Talon. She winked to him to let him know the boss was excited about the possible sale. They walked out together and Mark got into the driver’s seat.
“Are you really looking to buy this?”
“Yeah, but it’s not for my son. It’s for my boyfriend. He’s twenty so sometimes in cases like this I just say he’s my son. He does call me daddy sometimes.”
Mark drove out of the parking lot and pressed down on the gas when they got to the highway. He got it up to sixty easy and looked to Greg who put on his sunglasses and reclined in the seat.
“What kind of business are you in?”
“I’m a personal trainer and life coach. I do videos on Youtube and tour around the United States, even went to Europe a couple of times.”
“And uh... what did you have in mind today?”
“Let’s go somewhere remote where there’s no one else around,” Greg said, “I want to see how fit you are and how capable you are.”
“Okay,” Mark replied.
He slowed and made a left turn, quick on the gas and shifter he drove away from town out to an old, abandoned airfield. Greg was pleasantly surprised when he saw where they were headed, even more so when Mark pulled to a side gate and was able to undo the chain and open it. He drove inside to one of the buildings, between the buildings so that the car and they wouldn’t easily be seen from the road. He parked the car and looked to Greg.
“Strip,” was all he said, and Mark obediently began to undress.
He stopped when he got down to his white briefs, his hard dick evident by the outline and the little spot of ejaculate. He rubbed himself for a moment and looked to Greg who smiled back.
“Get out of the car,” he said, “but leave the door open.”
Mark looked around then did as he had been told. He stepped away but left the door open when he saw Greg get out and begin to move around to his side. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed.
“Go stand in front of the car.”
He started to move.
“But give me your undies,” he said.
Mark took off his briefs and handed them over before slowly walking in front of the car. He turned to face Greg and thought, this is it, this could all be over right now if he just drives away. I’d have a hell of a time explaining how I got out here and why I’m naked. I’d hate to go to the road like this and try to flag someone down. Unconsciously he began to cover his dick with his hands as he stood there.
“Hands at your sides,” Greg called out.
Mark did as he was told and looked into the car where he saw Greg sniff at his underwear for a long moment, appreciated the smell, then tossed them into the passenger seat before looking back out to him.
“Jumping jacks,” he called out.
Mark set about doing jumping jacks, naked and on the paved road of an airfield. He looked around and realized he could be seen from the woods and high grass easily even though he couldn’t be seen from the road. He felt himself, his dick, harden at the thought even as it bounced around.
“Sit ups,” Greg ordered.
Mark dropped to the ground and immediately regretted coming here as he felt the little stones against his skin. They stuck into his flesh with each movement, up and down, they stuck and clung to him in new ways, in new parts of his flesh, each time. But his dick, his dick was still hard so he kept at it. It stuck up between his thighs and he felt ridiculous as it pointed to the sky. He had never really been naked outside, at least not as an adult, and especially not during the day. He had thought they’d come here and fool around in the car but this... this was something else, and he liked it.
“On your feet,” Greg ordered, “and run in place.”
Mark ran in place for a couple of minutes before Greg told him to come around to the passenger side and get into the car. He was surprised when he saw Greg had his tighty whities in hand. He sat, put his arms at his side leaving himself open and available to the man. He wasn’t surprised when the man dropped his underwear down onto his dick. He looked down to the way it hung there. He liked the sight of it.
“Who was that guy at work?”
“Huh, oh that’s Cody, he’s another salesman. We’re kind of in a little competition with each other. He’s not such a bad guy but he definitely wouldn’t be into doing this.”
Greg started the car and shifted to first gear. He started slow to get the feel of the car and he reached over to Mark’s erect dick and began to play with it. Second gear then back to his dick. He maneuvered between the buildings and kept playing with Mark’s dick with the same kind of care, sometimes gripping it with his underwear, sometimes just the skin, but Mark oddly got the most sensation when he felt the fabric tighten in different parts, the rough fibers dug into him in odd ways and the way it hung down at his balls kind of tickled him sometimes. Third and he pulled out to the take off strip, fourth then fifth and he really began to pull at his dick. They were doing over a hundred miles per hour and Mark pushed himself back into his seat as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. They raced across the airfield and he wasn’t worried about anything just the fun, the moment of being there. Greg tugged at his dick, worked him until he was about to shoot then pulled away. Mark balled his toes and thrust up into the air trying to feel anything, his briefs tickled at his balls and when he sat back down he caught his underwear between his thighs and it pulled at the head of his dick but he strained to keep himself from having an orgasm right then as Greg slowed the car and brought it to a stop just before the fence. He turned around at the very end of the strip.
“Are you ready for this?”
Mark nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” Greg said.
“I’m ready for this,” he said.
“I thought Oliver had taught you to be polite. Maybe I should make you walk back to the buildings.”
“No, I mean, yes sir, I mean please sir, I wasn’t thinking. I’m ready sir.”
“Very good,” Greg said.
This time he worked the shifter and Mark’s dick more quickly through the first, second, and third gears. Mark pushed back into his seat with the fourth gear and was chewing his lip when they hit fifth and were almost to the buildings.
“You can cum whenever you want. In fact it would be better if you did it before we got to the other side of the field. I can get up between the buildings but if we get to the fence we’ll have to start over again. So just let go.”
That was all Greg had to say and Mark let himself relax and give into the imminent, irretrievable feeling of his hard dick spasm as he flooded his underwear with ejaculate, cool wind from the open windows blowing over his body. He raised up and held his breath for a moment before falling back to the seat. He licked at his dry lips as Greg drove between the buildings and began to apply the breaks. He slowed and pulled into one of the open hangers. He collected Mark’s cum with his underwear, then dropped it on his lap.
“Was it good for you?” Greg asked.
“Very good,” Mark replied.
“Let’s get you back before you’re missed. I’ll take the car. My boyfriend will love the story about today and me buying it.”
“I’ll have to drive back,” Mark replied. He swallowed and felt his body returning to normal as he looked around and finally settled on Greg’s face, tried to look into his eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses.
“Okay, but you’ll drive naked, at least most of the way,” Greg replied.
“Yes sir,” Mark said.
He quickly began to think of the logistics of doing that as he got out of the passenger side and running around to the driver’s seat. Greg passed him with a slap on the ass and got into the passenger seat. Mark reversed out of the hanger and was thinking of how to get back to the dealership when he felt Greg grab at his dick again.
“If you can make it to fourth gear before the dealership then you’ll get to cum again, but if you can’t then you’ll have a bad case of blue balls.”
Mark bit his lip and swallowed. If he took the long way and hit the highway he could get to fourth, but he’d be naked and the thought of being pulled over by the police for speeding... was it worth it?
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