Hard Sell Pt 07 - Fitting

That night after having his hole so thoroughly stretched by the massage therapist Mark showered and went to bed alone but very much thinking about Oliver.  They had sent a few text messages back and forth, an escalation of teasing and flirtation that had him falling asleep with his cum covered dick on one hand and his phone in the other as he relived and attempted to memorize everything that had been done to him.  A few times he’d slip a finger down to his hole just to see if it had regained its shape, it did but he didn’t feel the same.

Never before had his body been pushed so far, his senses maximized.  And the way Brad used him afterwards, fucked his throat.  If he closed his eyes he could still smell the sweat of him, his nuts resting on his upper lip.  He had been tempted to ask the man to stay.  He wanted a warm body in his bed, someone to cuddle with and talk to, whisper in his ear and maybe play with, but the man showed no interest as they sat on the couch together.  It was done.  He had gotten what he wanted.

The energy in the room was different.  Something had been accomplished, something had been gained.  He wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t because it wasn’t much different than an anonymous hookup from an app or some guy he met at a bar or a club.  

Did the man have someone at home?  Was he paid for the service?  Mark didn’t ask any of those questions and decided to be content with the experience.  He watched the man carefully after he finished his beer and got up to find his clothes, the way his muscles moved and his skin stretched as he cleaned all of the dildos in the sink and put everything in his bag.  He walked him to the door and that was it.

The next morning he awoke with morning wood like few times ever in his life.  It wasn’t just the biological action of his body, the effect of needing to pee, no he was horny and wanting someone, something.  He rolled onto his back and tugged one out quickly before going to the shower.  Sex was on his mind as he got ready, as he ate breakfast, as he drove to work, and even as he sat down at his desk.  A lust had been awakened in him, a lust that had been dormant since college when he thought he realized reality couldn’t live up to fantasy.  And he started feeling the things other people told him to feel about monogamy and romance, tried to live out those stories that ended with marriage and a happily ever after.  Those ideals had always felt like a lie to him, an impossible, impractical standard.  Oliver was different, he had made fantasy into reality, given him sexual experiences not just between the two of them but with other men, scenarios and roles that he always thought he would have to connive out of a partner with some kind of wish list.

Work through the morning was a breeze, a few calls, a few emails, while looking up people on the rolodex of his phone.  He didn’t sell one car by lunch but he was okay with that so he took a deep breath, let his erection subside, and headed out for a bite to eat feeling confident and a little cheeky.  Instead of going to his usual place he went to his reward spot and ordered his favorite food, a casual sit down restaurant known for its quick service.  And for Mark it's cute waiters, young men in form fitting slacks.

Normally he’d sit and drool over the thought of taking one of them over the table and pounding them until he had an orgasm but that day he had not just the opposite fantasy but a more elaborate one, taking all of the waiters, being tied down with his tie and used by each of them in turn.  They’d run a train on him until his hole was dripping and sore, that would be good, he thought.  He was half in fantasy when he got a text message from Oliver.

[How are you feeling?]

He grinned at the message and looked around to make sure he couldn’t recognize anyone then held the phone close and wrote out a response.

[That was amazing.  Brad was a very thorough professional.  I can’t believe all the things he did to me.  I’ve never been used like that.  I’m on Cloud Nine right now.]

He realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled, then focused on his breathing as he waited for a response.

[I’m glad you don’t have any regrets.  Are you up for some more?]

Mark had an erection again and when he noticed the waiter was headed his way looking to clear his plate he waved the man off and looked around to make sure no one was watching him before entering a response.

[I’m up for anything.  In fact I’m having a fantasy right now about these guys at this restaurant I’m at for lunch.]

[Are they doing bad things to you?]

[Very bad.  All of them at the same time.]

[Good to hear you’re starting to think creatively, but we’re not there yet.]

His mood sunk a little at the comment.  Just what was he ready for?  What did Oliver have planned for him?  He bit his lip and sent back a text asking.  He didn’t have to wait long before getting a response.

[You looked cute in that suit and tie you wear.  I’m guessing you’ve got a half dozen shirts, a couple pair of slacks.  But maybe you need a new suit?  Go to my personal tailor, a friend of mine, Q&A Fashion.  I’ll let them know to be expecting you after work.  Make sure to wear clean underwear.]

A new suit?  Clean underwear?  Mark felt his hard dick twitch at the thought of it, move enough to feel the slime trail of his leaking dick in his underwear.  Well, there goes my clean briefs, he thought.  He bit his lip and a moment later he received a text with the address and directions, he read over it a few times, especially the part that said “park around back and enter through rear” because even that was stirring his imagination.  He groaned at the thought of going back to work, another few hours of trying to sell cars before he’d be able to go.  But everything had a cost and he figured he might as well get it over with so he called for the bill.

Back at work Mark made his way to his desk, checked his email, checked his messages and found a few potential customers looking to make appointments for the next couple of days.  He checked his schedule, replied to the emails, called back the few that had left messages.  He looked to the door hoping someone would walk through because he had a few leads but nothing too promising, nothing as good as a sale right then, but he was disappointed when Cody stepped into his vision with a grin on his face.

“Good day?” Mark asked.

“Awesome, just made a sale while you were at lunch.”

“Trying to make me look lazy?”

“I don’t have to try,” Cody replied, “you do it yourself.”

“Very funny, so what, you sold a car while I was out.  One of your regulars?”

“No, that’s the best part.  He came in looking for you.”

“What?”

Mark reeled at the thought of Cody stealing one of his clients.  He crossed his arms and looked to the other man with narrowed, serious eyes.

“In the half hour I was gone you made a sale?”

Cody’s serious face broke into laughter.

“No, I’m just messing with you.  It wasn’t one of yours but yeah, I got him in talking to the finance manager right now to figure out a payment schedule.  But it’s all good, I mean you tried to steal one of mine anyway.”

“What?  Who?”

“Oliver,” Cody replied, “I know you took him for a test drive.”

The test drive?  How it all started, that, he was Cody’s?  Mark shrugged off the accusation.  Even if it were true it still led to the best time of his life.

“Yeah well,” Mark replied.

“It’s all good.  We sell cars.  It’s not like a committed relationship.  But next time, just know, you’re out of the office and someone walks through the door I’ll be on him.  I’ll close the deal whatever it takes.”

Mark thought about Cody doing whatever it takes, running naked around an abandoned airport, driving naked back to the dealership, sucking Oliver off in the car even if it didn’t lead to a sale right then, and he chuckled.

“Think it’s funny?  Well it’ll be your ass,” Cody said before walking away.
Your ass, Mark thought, and laughed again to himself.  And for the rest of the day Mark kept himself busy doing little things while he kept one eye on the door, occasionally he’d see Cody and he’d think, your ass and smirk to himself, but when it came time to leave he was quick to clear his desk and leave.  He put the address in his phone, connected that to his car, then drove.

An hour later, in a section of town he didn’t visit often, Mark took note of the nearby restaurants and bars as he found the place and a nearby parking garage.  He walked the half block back to the front door and paused for a moment.  Was Oliver serious about using the back entrance?  He looked up at the sign.  It had to be the same place, and yet, he thought about it, Oliver hadn’t misled him so far.  He let go of the door handle and walked around the side of the building, down the alley and to the back of the building where he found an ornate wooden door.

Classy, he thought to himself before he pulled it open and stepped through.  An aroma of wood and leather overwhelmed him for a moment as he looked around at what seemed to be an ordinary men’s clothing store: a couple racks of jackets, a display for slacks, against the far wall a shirt display, and even a display for underwear, a mix of classy boxers and those new briefs with the stretchy, clinging fabric.  A few men browsed through the clothes, mostly middle aged, one of them with his much younger boyfriend.  Mark spotted the register and the well dressed cashier behind it ringing up a purchase for one of the men.  He took a moment to look from wall to wall before he noticed that there were no front windows.  

This part of the store was separate from the front part of the store.  He looked to the man behind the register who noticed him in return and gave a curious tilt of his head then looked away suddenly self-conscious and nervous.  He started to move his feet, slowly he walked further into the store to one of the racks and began look over the jackets.  He noticed the man who had just checked out walk by him and look him over.  He looked back, noted the man’s expensive, leather shoes, his slacks, his tucked in shirt with an open collar.  The man had wealth and he had taste.  If he were anywhere else he might just chat the guy up and give him a business card, and yet he thought of Oliver and the reason he was there and it gave him pause.

He was about to give up, unsure of just what he was supposed to find there, when he saw the younger boyfriend take off his shirt right there in front of everyone to try on something new.  And that’s when he realized two things were missing, changing rooms and cameras, and he thought of Oliver’s text about getting a new suit, a complete suit he guessed, jacket, shirt, and pants.  Clean underwear, he thought, I forgot about getting clean underwear.  He started to head back for the door out when he ran into the cashier, bumped into him, and he stepped back and looked over the man.  He wasn’t an ordinary cashier.  He was fit, stylish.  He looked to be in his forties mostly though Mark suspected he was actually older, white hair and blue eyes.

“I uh, came to the wrong place,” Mark blurted out.

“Are you sure?  Aren’t you my appointment for a new suit?  Oliver said he’d be sending over someone new and now I can see why, look at you, oh you’re darling.”

Mark suddenly felt intimidated by the man as he stepped back once to get another six inches of distance between them.  The man looked him over and he felt like a piece of meat, measured and judged by each feature, put together and taken back apart, possibly even stripped in the man’s imagination, right down to his, his bare ass.  Mark gulped and bit his lip.  Was this what he wanted?

The other customers continued to browse but they were also looking to him, at him.  Were they all doing the same thing he thought of this man before him had been doing?  He was it.  He was the center of attention.  He looked to the door, felt the bead of sweat on his forehead and pool collect at the small of his back.  He was nervous.  He was actually nervous, he thought, and excited at the same time because if he stayed they’d all get to see him.  He might just be stripped of each piece of fabric.  He felt his dick harden, worried that they all saw the tent in his pants.  He was afraid, not of physical nor emotional harm, just the fear of something new and yet he nodded because yes he wanted this.

“I’m Quentin,” the older man said offering his hand.

“Mark,” he said taking hold of it.

He tried his best to shake with his firmest, most professional grip but the man’s wrist bent with the motion and he felt it go limp.  He was worried he had done something wrong but the man only stepped to him, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to the clothes and asked, “where should we begin?” Mark looked around at the different sections unsure of how or what he should say next and was about to just start talking, make some kind of noise, uhm or like, well, anything when Quentin interrupted him.

“Measurements, it’s always good to start with measurements,” he said.

And he ushered Mark across the store to an area where three mirrors surrounded a small step, a platform, a pedestal.  Mark felt the man urge him to get up on it so he did.  He was turned and faced back out to the rest of the store.  Suddenly a few inches taller he looked down on the rest of them and yet he was the one who felt ridiculous and the focus of attention.  He felt Quentin take hold of his tie and loosen it, pull it out and for a moment he breathed easier until the older man took hold of his belt buckle and he grabbed the man’s wrists.  And the man didn’t fight back, just let himself be taken and held.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, the best measurements are always closest to the skin.  I thought, maybe, I could strip you down for the most accurate results.”

The other customers were now all looking to him.  They were waiting, hunger in their eyes.  He thought he saw one of them lick his lips.  The younger man, the boyfriend, was shirtless as he stared back and yet Mark still felt the most vulnerable of them all.  And yet there it was, the younger boyfriend, shirtless, and so he relaxed and he let go of the tailor’s wrists.  Quentin quickly set about his task, belt out, fly open, pants down, shoes off, pants off, socks off.  Mark self consciously tugged his shirt down to cover himself.  Quentin pulled a measuring tape from his back pocket, ran it from his foot up his leg to the inside of his thigh right beside his balls.  He felt the back of the man’s hand.  Did it really have to be there so long?  Probably not.

For a moment he laughed to himself as he stood there with his shirt loose down to half of his thigh, slightly tickled by the tailor who moved to his other leg.  He watched as some of the other customers moved closer and some of them went back to shopping though keeping one eye on him.  He looked to their crotches and noted that most all of them were walking around with erections.  And he felt his own dick slide around against his briefs, leave a trail of ejaculate as he felt it harden.

This isn’t so bad, he told himself, but Quentin must have sensed his confidence because that’s when he took hold his shirt collar.  One button at a time, slowly and methodically until it was open, the man pulled it from his shoulders, tossed it on his pile of clothes.  Mark suddenly felt humiliated as he stood there wishing he had picked a different style of undershirt that day, the one day he had chosen tank top over crew neck.  He could have used the sleeves right then, the tighter collar, the way the fabric hung loose, but instead he was in a tank top.  The ribbed fabric clung to him, bare shoulders, bare clavicle.  He tried to cover himself with his hands and that’s when he remembered the three mirrors behind him.  They all could see him, all parts of him at the same time and from just about every angle.  He felt the way his briefs rode up his crack, part of one cheek a little more visible, and he wanted to pull it out, two fingers to the back of his underwear and he could cover himself.  But for how long?  He remembered the store sold underwear too.

Quentin asked him to remove his undershirt and he did, handed it over to the man who dropped it with the rest before reaching up to his hips, a hand on each side.  His fingers delicately inside the waist band, he pulled a little, then some more, and finally Mark felt the last fabric, the lost cover of decency, leave his body, down his hips to his ankles and then he stepped out of it.  He stood there before all of them naked, bare, his erect dick pointed at them.  They all took a moment to look.  They all saw him.

It could be worse, he thought, I could be bending over showing them my asshole.  And yet it was completely embarrassing, completely humiliating to be standing there in front of strangers, in the back of a store, in another store, a kind of fake store, clothing all around him, aisles and displays of clothing, his own clothing on the floor in a messy pile.  He looked down to see his briefs and for a moment he wanted them back.  He wanted them all back.  And yet as he stood there, felt his body in the cool air, the way his hard dick stuck out with the foreskin rolled back he was kind of proud because they were all looking at him.  They were all admiring him.  He moved his hands a little just to feel the under part of his forearm brush against the head of his dick and he bucked a little and the men smirked as they stared at him.  Quentin moved away, crossed the store to a door that he went through as discreetly as possibly.  He looked to his left and saw a man rub at his bulge in his pants.  They were all getting off on this.  

One man brazenly put his hands down inside his pants and began to stroke his hard dick.  He looked to where the man with the younger boyfriend had been joined by one of the other customers and the younger boyfriend had his hands down inside the men’s pants as they pawed him.  Mark licked his lips.  These men wanted him.  They were horny for him and yet they all stood back observing him as he stood there and suddenly he didn’t feel shame but pride so he put his hands at his side, took a deep breath, and held his shoulders up.  His hard dick in front of him, so hard it bent back, the foreskin peel away and the tip was red, a pearl of cum on it.

After several deep breaths he saw Quentin return accompanied by another much younger man, handsome with glasses and short, stylish haircut.  The new man walked ahead, crossed the room to where Mark stood and looked him in the eye.

“My name is Alfie,” he said, “and it looks like we’ve got a bit of a problem here, none of your clothes will fit with that big erection.”

Mark rubbed his fingers together.  This new man, this more in charge man somehow, he added a new element to it.  He felt as if his cheeks were on fire and he looked to the ceiling, watched the man out of the corner of his eye.  Alfie stepped closer, his cologne wafted into Mark’s nostrils and he could hear the other men in the room, the rustle of their clothes as they masturbated.

“On your knees boy,” Alfie commanded.

Mark dropped to his knees, his head still cocked back he looked up to the man as he stood before him in his slacks, his button down shirt, suspenders, a bow tie.  Alfie reached around to him, gripped the back of his head then pulled him into his crotch.  Mark felt the man’s erection underneath.  In the darkness of the cloth, firm against his thigh he gulped and moved his mouth as if the man’s dick was right there for him.  He wanted it.  His knees pressed into the carpet, toes bent, the way his butt cheeks parted and hung open, his hard dick and tight balls, his nipples hard.  He saw Alfie’s hand, fingers touched together on the zipper.  He heard the teeth slowly open, then he undid his belt, his pants.  Alfie pulled him to his dick, his face pressed into the other man’s underwear he felt his hard dick.

Slowly he moved up to the waistband of his underwear, bit into them with his teeth, pulled them down.  Alfie’s dick slapped against the side of his face.  He felt it run along his cheek to his ear and he tried to grip it with his lips.  Alfie placed his hand on Mark’s head and pushed him a little lower to his balls.  He took one in his mouth then the other, licked up the base along the shaft to the head.  He nipped at it, licked his lips and opened his mouth for Alfie to push inside, across this tongue to the back of his mouth to his throat he choked a little and pushed back.  The tailor pulled out and he gulped for breath, he felt his mouth fill with saliva.

Back into his mouth, out, in, out, Alfie’s fingers in his hair, he began to thrust in motion deeper each time into Mark’s mouth, his balls slapped against his chin.  Mark reached down to his own dick, felt his balls, gripped at his shaft, tugged a little and with just a little motion his fingers rubbed over the head and it happened.  He felt the spasm of his muscles, the rush and the tingle of pain as he ejaculated.  But it wasn’t over as Alfie continued to fuck his face, his lips began to swell, the other man gripped at his ears and his hair until finally he was pulled into his pubic hair and he felt the cum in his throat burn down to his stomach.  He pulled away and sunk down on his haunches, head down, spit ran out from his open mouth down to his chest, his belly, even on his own dick.

And just when he had gathered his breath he felt someone grab his ear and he realized it was Quentin, the older man who had stripped him.  He was pulled low to the floor to Alfie’s shoe where he saw his own ejaculate there on the leather.  Quentin spanked him twice and pulled him closer until he stuck out his tongue and he was forced to lick up what he had carelessly spilled.  He licked and sucked as the older man continued to abuse his bottom and pull on his ear until he had cleaned the entire shoe and then he was pulled to the carpet where he tasted some of it but also the fibers and he struggled and resisted so Quentin released him.  He pushed himself up to his knees and glared to the old man and was about to say something when Aflie squatted down in front of him, slapped him across the face and he looked back to him.

“Bad boy,” he said.

It was there again.  He felt himself back in the scene.  He would do anything for this young man.  He looked him in the eye for a moment, then looked down to the carpet and he saw the wet spot.  Slowly, carefully he lowered himself down on his hands, tried to lick at it without tasting the carpet.  For a moment he thought he had done exactly what was expected of him, especially when he heard the younger man’s cruel laughter that stirred his memory and he realized exactly where he was, exactly what he had done, and the other men, the strangers.  He pushed up and looked for them and was surprised to see most of them had gone.

“We’ll get to work on your suit right away sir,” Quentin said, “I believe we have everything we need.”

Alfie properly secured his dick back into his underwear and his pants, walked out of the room.  Mark looked over to his pile of clothes.  He crawled to them, got to his feet, pulled each article on one at a time.  He looked to Quentin who seemed to be preoccupied with his work, then he walked out.  The cool air was refreshing when it hit his red cheeks and lungs.  He breathed deep, adjusted his dick, and walked back to his car slowly memorizing for himself everything he had been subjected to in some attempt to remember every detail even the taste of the carpet.

Hard Sell Part 5 - Shifting Gears

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?

Oh Mega House - Wet Underwear Contest

Fifteen young men, Freshman pledging the Oh-Mega House, stood in line on the grassy lawn dressed in white briefs, a number on their left pectoral, as a crowd of spectators watched them.  The President of the fraternity, Kyle Edwards, stood a few feet away from them with a hose that he sprayed occasionally into the grass trying to intimidate them about what was about to happen.  He waited until the young men almost got comfortable, the crowd almost got bored, and then he sprayed the one in the middle right in the crotch with the hardest pressure he could make it shoot.  The pledge let out a yell because of the cold water and pain to his balls before covering his crotch.

Kyle let out a laugh and released the handle, pointed the hose to the ground.  The other young men looked to their fellow pledge then to Kyle and the audience.  The pledge held his hands to his balls, tried to cover himself, and tickle some life back into them at the same time.  He managed to catch his breath when Kyle raised the hose at him again and sprayed him in the chest.  The water hit him right in the middle and he let out another yell, continued to scream as it hit his left nipple, then his right nipple, and finally his belly.  He stepped back and was hit in the face, water went in his mouth and he choked some as he backed away only to slip on the grass and fall.  He thought for a moment that it was over until Kyle was over him spraying him with more water. 

“Get up pledge,” Kyle commanded.

The pledge tried to hold onto his balls with one hand as he got up but slipped again.  This time face forward.  He groaned in pain as the ice water hit his backside and then his butt rendering his underwear almost pointless as it clung to him.  He put both hands down into the grass and pushed himself up through the water and stood covered in grass blades and droplets of water.  Kyle sprayed him directly in the crotch and he turned away.  And then it stopped. 

Kyle smiled as he watched the pledge realize it was over for the moment as he stepped back to pick out his next target.  He moved on to the one on the far right and sprayed him in the crotch.  The middle pledge stepped back into line and held his hands down over his cock and balls.  Everyone was looking at someone else and yet he felt completely exposed.

One by one Kyle worked each pledge over with the hose until their underwear was translucent, most covered themselves afterwards, others stood more casual with their hands on their hips, a few had their arms crossed, and two of them gloated in the attention they were getting.  It helped that they had the biggest cocks in the group, pressed in their briefs up over a thigh in the wet material.

The pledges thought it was over as Kyle set down the hose and walked away but they noticed the stereo behind some fraternity members.  It had a long extension cord that ran back into the house.  Kyle squatted to it, turned it on, raised the volume to the maximum and pressed play on the MP3 player that was connected by an auxiliary cord.  Dance music began to play.  The pledges looked to each other.  Some were confused, others were frightened, the two young men who were well hung grinned.

“We’re going to have a little dance competition.” Kyle yelled.  “The frat brothers will give you points based on how well you dance.  Keep your underwear on but anything else goes.  Now twerk bitches!”

The two guys with big dicks turned and began to bounce their asses to the amusement and cheers of the crowd, a few others imitated them, some began to dance in a different style but the one in the middle stood there intimidated by what he was seeing.  He was still partially drunk but this was all too far, all too much.  And yet he was here, the people were watching him.  He looked from the pledges to the fraternity brothers who stared at them all, to the crowd, some of whom were also dancing, and then to Kyle who saw he wasn’t participating.  He tried to force himself to dance but he found he could barely move. 

Kyle moved in on him in an instant and pulled him from the line, away from the spectators.  They were close.  They could smell each other’s breath.  Kyle’s warm hands grabbed at his biceps.  He let out a screech but then Kyle turned him, pulled him to his body.  He thought for a moment he was safe as he felt this other man’s warmth, the breath on his ear. 

“Maybe you’ll give me a private dance later,” Kyle said.  “If you want to.”

Kyle stepped back and swatted him on the ass before telling him to wait there as he went to pick up the hose.  The pledge watched as Kyle went back to spraying the other young men, sometimes releasing water up in the air to let it rain down on them.  He watched the other men shake their asses and grind on each other.  He felt a new warmth he couldn’t deny but was even more embarrassing.