The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, stop reading now! Care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe and consensual sex, as observed in this story.
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In spite of the sneering, arrogant way I reminded you of your promise, you decide to take it as a cooling-off of the superheated exchange that is developing. Big mistake.
"Yes, Sir," you say dutifully and reach down to pull your briefs back up, covering your erection. You should know by now not to piss me off like that.
"What the fuck, boy? What in hell you think you're doing?" I shout at you, and smack you hard in the stomach with the back of my hand. You're not ready for this, and it knocks the wind out of you so that, gasping for breath, you can't answer my questions and can barely keep up with my instructions. "Did I tell you to cover up that dick? You think you're gonna just do any goddamned thing you please? Get those fuckin' briefs all the way OFF! NOW, boy!"
You pulled them down to your knees as soon as I started yelling at you, re-flopping-out what's now just your semi-hard-on. I can see you're trying to get the breath to say something, so I lean closer to you, putting my hand on your shoulder with mock solicitude, and reaching with my other hand to jerk your briefs still lower.
"Yeah, boy? What is it? Go ahead, spit it out," I say softly, "What you got to say?"
"You...but, you said," you're whispering, still catching your breath, "you said if I'd show you my dick, that would be all." You look at me pleadingly. I snort and let go of you with a push.
"Is that so? Well that was then, boy. You think I'm gonna be satisfied with just a peek at that big dick? Well hell NO, boy I'm fuckin' gonna have it ALL!" I'm laughing at you now as we both look at your dick, again getting hard as you realize your helplessness. But I don't like it that you've stopped stripping.
"Okay, boy, now you've got your breath, you better go on and do what I say, you know it? Can't you see you're gonna have to shuck those shoes and socks, and those fancy pants, if you're gonna strip off those shorts like I said?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then get AFTER it, boy. Stop wasting my time, I need to get that fuckin' truck started and hit the road. You hear me?"
Yes, Sir, okay Sir," you mumble, not as polite as I'd like, but you lean down and untie your shiny black shoes, slipping them off along with your fine knee-length black socks. Your hard dick stabs into your stomach.
"Just go ahead and throw all that shit in the back seat," I instruct you, as you raise your butt to slide off the slacks, then the briefs, stretching the elastic as you ease it over the thick, defined muscles of your legs. Again, you glance apprehensively out the window to see if anybody's in sight, before turning to toss your shoes and socks, then your pants and underwear, into the back seat.
"Keep going, boy," I order, watching your hard dick swing back around toward the front.
"Yes, Sir, whatever you say." I'm glad to hear your somewhat improved, more-respectful tone. You quickly unbutton your white dress shirt, strip it off, and toss it in the back, leaving you naked except for your white, "classic" T-shirt. You would be the fastidious type to wear the full gear underneath your hot-shot suit, wouldn't you? The T-shirt is soaked with sweat now, and your big nipples are fully defined in the wetness, held proudly forward by the deep contours of your chest. But that's for just a second, before you reach down on both sides and strip off the shirt in one motion, tossing it, too, in the back.
You're totally naked now, totally hard, humiliated to be a willing prisoner in your own rent car, at the mercy of a fully-clothed, tough stranger. You spread your legs slightly as if to make room for those big, uptight balls, and lay your hands down flat on your thighs, almost touching the balls, as if to help balance your massive erection that's twitching, totally exposed, in the hot Texas sunshine.
"Nice, real nice," I purr to you as I reach over and feel of your big, finely-detailed upper arms, the biceps and triceps expertly developed and merging beautifully into the mass of your shoulders. I stroke the light embellishment of hair covering your thick pecs, trailing down and merging into that thick growth around the base of your dick. Your erection is a big pointer indicating the perfection of your amazingly-defined abs. As I run my hand over them, feeling the indentations and carefully avoiding touching the throbbing head of your dick, I see your sensitive nipples spring to life, instantly hardening into total erection. This makes me chuckle.
"I see you like letting me feel you up, huh son? Those hard titties are telling on you! Hold still now." I reach over slowly-you're holding still like I said, but looking down apprehensively at what I'm doing. I'm extending both my index fingers toward those hard nipples, and coming down ever so lightly just at their very tips. I hear you draw in your breath sharply as I make the barest contact on those two naked erections. I make sure you know I'm feeling of them for my own pleasure, not to stimulate you. I press in on them slowly, feeling how hard they are as they resist my touch, feeling the hard cushion of muscle beneath them, pushing them back out at me. I move the tips of my index fingers in tiny circles, making your nipples follow me.
You've stopped breathing again, and there's a drop of precum drooling out of the head of your fat dick. It must tickle the hell out of you as it slides down the ripcord on the back of your dick. I lick my lips. We hear a car door slam not too far away, and you glance apprehensively in the direction of the sound.
"What's a matter boy? Afraid somebody else is gonna wanta look at your hard dick? I wouldn't be a bit surprised!" I've removed my fingers from your rock-hard nipples and move my palms to encircle your dick, careful not to touch it at all, but air-stroking it, with the surface of my hands just millimeters from its bare, super-sensitive skin. I know you can feel it even though I'm not touching.
"Okay, time to get to work," I say cheerily, and in a flash I'm out of the car, loudly slamming the driver's side door and circling the car to your side. I lean against the door, reach in to give another quick flick to each of your nipples, then open your door wide, motioning for you to get out. You look at me in alarm, then past me to the blazing brightness of the sea of cars in the public parking lot. It seems you can't believe that I really intend for you to get out of the car, stark naked as you are, and displaying your enormous, dripping erection.
"Yeah, it's true, boy, I want you out of the car NOW. You not gonna make me whup you again, are you?" I smile my friendly Texas smile again, just your good buddy wanting you to cooperate. I chuckle as, sure enough, you slide your bare ass out of the car and stand sheepishly beside it, sort of hunched over, as if you can hide. I rest my big hand on your firm, deliciously-rounded butt as I slam the car door.
"Let's get busy now with those jumper cables."