The following is a fictional story based on real people. Names have been changed.
"Hey man, what's up?" I answered my cell. It was Steve. "Not much man, still selling your car?" he asked. He was a car buddy. We were both into customizing imports and all that. "Of course, why?" "My friend is interested in it, if you still got it, says he'll pay your full asking price." Damn, that's the first person; of course he hadn't seen it yet. "He's from out of state," Steve added. He said he can come look at it tomorrow. Can I give him your number?" "Definitely," I told him. I was excited I'd been trying to dump this car for two months now. "Ok, he'll prob call you soon." "Ok, thanks man, talk to you later." "Later bro." and we both hung up. A few minutes later, my phone started ringing with an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered. "Yeah, is this Bill?" I heard a voice on the other end say. It was kinda deep, but not overly so, sounded kinda hot.
I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Bill and I'm gay. I'm 20 years old. I consider myself studly, in a non-conceited kind of way. I'm 5'8, light brown hair and green eyes. I have a very muscular build from playing football in high school, and I work out at the gym. I have a nice six pack and chest, and decent sized arms. But enough about me.
"Yeah, it is. Is this Steve's friend?" I asked. "Yeah, my name's Ethan." "Hey Ethan, where you from?" "Ohio, just over the border from where you and Steve live." Sweet, not too far. We talked for a bit about the car, when he asked if he could come see it. "Sure, what works for you?" "I can come up tomorrow," he said. "Ok, well I work til about 5, so anytime after that is ok with me." "I work til 4, so I'll give you a call." "Ok sounds good. Talk to you then." "Ok, later."
The next day came, and Ethan called about quarter after five. He was on his way and would be there in about an hour. I told him ok and re-enforced the directions I gave him so he wouldn't get lost. About an hour later, my mom told me she was going to the gym and she'd be back in a while. My brother was already at a friend's house and my dad was at work, so hopefully I'd find something to do to occupy my time until Ethan got here. About ten minutes after she left he called me to say he was almost there, and he was driving a blue civic so I knew to look for him. I stepped out side onto my porch, and a few minutes later he drove by. I waved and he pulled into my driveway, stopped the car and got out.
God damn, is all I can say. For starters, this kid was tall, easily 6 foot 6. He was thin, but I couldn't tell his definition yet but he was definitely cute. He had a broad face and sandy blonde hair, and deep green eyes I noticed as he approached me. He had very large hands and fingers, and as I looked down I noticed his feet which were also fairly large, and his sandals showed his incredibly large toes. His big toes almost looked like as big as my dick! And I'm not even small. I began thinking about how large his cock must be given the rest of his body. It had to be at least eight inches He was dressed fairly preppy in an American Eagle shirt and tight pants that kinda cupped his junk.
"Hey you're Pat right?" he said with a big grin on his face, as he extended his hand out to me. "Yeah, Ethan?" I said, doing the same and shaking his hand, and he nodded yes. We BS'd for a few minutes before walking over to the car, which was parked on the street. I kept glancing at his crotch. I was hoping he didn't notice but it was hard not for me to look. I kept thinking about what I'd do to him if I could. We walked around it, I went over the little things that were wrong with it, what I'd replaced, etc as he looked it over. He asked for a test drive and I agreed, handing him the keys. We went around the block and came back, and he seemed very impressed. I offered him to come inside and have a drink, and he obliged. We sat down at my kitchen table and I poured some lemonade, and we sat around talking about stuff. He was 18 and had just sold a different car because it was giving him too many problems. Finally we came around to talking about the price. He asked if I was set on the asking price of $5000.
"Well, kinda, your friend said you'd be willing to pay all of it, and I need the money, but I'm a little flexible." "Well here's the thing," he said as he took another sip of his drink. "I have $5k cash, but I'm gonna need to pay for taxes and all that stuff. Any way you could go to $4500?" That was a tough choice. I understood the situation I kinda needed the money. "I don't know...I really need the full five grand." "What if we worked out some kind of payment plan or other options?" "Like what?" I asked, now a little confused. He leaned into me closer, and I saw his eyes go downwards. "I think you know what I mean," he said as a smile spread across his face. "You've been checking me out since I got out of the car," he said. He placed his hand on my upper thigh and moved even closer. I was now full mast. Shit, I didn't think I'd been that obvious, but I guess it was working to my advantage now. "Wh-what exactly did you have in mind?" I stuttered, still unsure of exactly what was going on. "Let me show you," he said. I wasn't about to protest.