The Rental Car [m/m]

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I've wanted to give this kind of writing a try for a while, and I finally took some real-life inspiration and a chunk of time to day to start a story. I'd be happy to receive any feedback, constructive or otherwise. This is my first time writing something like this or in this style! Hope you enjoy.

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I’d been working part time doing food delivery for a few weeks – one of those “gig economy” apps, but a small, local one. I knew the guy who was trying to get it off the ground, and I was happy to help, plus, to be honest, I needed the extra cash. I’d been in kind of a tight spot… well, a self-imposed one. I had graduated almost a year earlier, but I just wasn’t ready to find a new career yet… I felt like I had too much self-exploration left to do. So part time work and gigs. One thing onto the next. Nothing exciting, but that was OK, I was just trying to get enough cash to get by so I could continue to fuck around for a year or two, even if money was tight the whole time.

I was out doing deliveries on a Thursday. It wasn’t busy, but for a weeknight I wasn’t doing too bad. It had rained a bit, which always helped. Of course, weather has other effects, and I was about to be confronted head-on with that reality, in the form of a late 90s rusted out Chevy taking a corner way too sharply and finding its way onto the wrong side of the road. The smash and crunch was incredibly loud as she smashed into me. It was a younger woman – probably a college student – and her last second swerve had caused her car to end up on the opposite curb. I doubt she ever drove that thing again. I got out to look at my own car.

“Fuck,” was my only and immediate thought. The front left corner was pretty banged up, including the wheel well. It’d need at least a few days in the shop, but I couldn’t afford to miss out on a Friday and Saturday night. Well, I could have, but liquor ain’t cheap.

The cops came. Report got filed – she was at fault, obviously. I drove my car to my shop. I was thankful, at least, that she had insurance. But I had a more immediate concern. I need a car for the next two days, and with nobody to borrow from I scrambled to find a good deal at one of the few rental shops in town. Hertz was gonna be almost a hundred bucks for two days… no good… the Alamo only had expensive cars left… Enterprise… 23 bucks a day plus tax? That I could do. And easily cover with a couple deliveries.

I put in the reservation. Only downside, cheapest option meant a compact car. Not a big deal for most, but I’m not meant for those cars. Not only am I tall at just over six-four, but I’ve got a solid bulk of muscle not to mention a couple dozen extra pounds on. Let’s just say I was a defensive tackle in high school. The last compact I drove, I slid the seat all the way back and all the way down before I got in, but as I slid my ass backwards, I found each cheek far closer to the edge of the seat than I would have liked, my head was nearly touching the ceiling, and the space between my legs, the steering wheel, and the rest of me was not nearly enough to be comfortable. For a few days though, I could endure. Had to focus on the cash, even if it meant driving a Focus. And hell, if I was sore from being cramped all day I could always bug my buddy to use his hot tub.

The next morning, I woke up early… meaning before noon… and hopped on the city bus to head over to Enterprise. Halfway across town, so I had to transfer buses. Took almost an hour. You forget how long it takes to get somewhere when you don’t have your own car. After a quarter-mile walk from the bus stop, I made it to the enterprise. It was small for a rental car place – I didn’t live in a big town. There were maybe 15 or so vehicles out front, some of which I assumed were the employees’ vehicles. When I swung open the door to enter the building, I was greeted by the refreshing breeze of air conditioning. I hadn’t realized how warm it was outside. It felt great.

The inside was maybe twenty feet wide, with a few chairs and coffee tables set up next to the front windows. About ten feet in front of me was a counter that went almost all the way across the room – only a three-foot gap was left open at the far end. I only saw one employee, a spiky-haired blond guy, who was already helping a woman with something. It sounded like she was trying to rent a car for her daughter or something? I’m not sure. I didn’t listen very closely. The dude didn’t look half bad though, wearing the store-issue black polo shirt emblazoned with a bright green square. He was a lot shorter than I was, but in decent shape. He looked like the kind of guy I’d expect to see playing ultimate frisbee in a park. At least I had something nice to look at while I waited.

I started looking more closely, and I began to imagine him outside of this context, outside of his job. He went to the park every Saturday for a pick-up game. A few people got picked, but he went relatively early, skins team this time. He reached over with his left hand and pulled his shirt up over his head in one swift motion – using his second hand only to stretch the collar a little so it didn’t mess up his hair. It was a hot day, a bead or two of sweat was already running down his completely hairless chest. He had solid-looking, flat pecs – he could use some more reps on the bench. The sweat rolled down onto his stomach – you could tell he was on the verge of having a great set of abs but couldn’t quite make it. Beer’s equally important, after all. He wore surprisingly short shorts for 2019, but he was convinced that they made it easier for him to move around. Winning was important to him, and he didn’t mind showing off his legs – they’d always looked good anyways. His calves and hamstrings were thick compared to the rest of him, and at first you might assume he shaved them, but a closer look would reveal leg hair was almost as blonde as the hair on his head, making it hard to see in the sunlight.

As I looked him up and down from a few feet away from the counter, I developed him into a person. As it played out in my head, the person in front of me began to look more and more attractive. I hadn’t yet realized that he was only a sideshow to the main event.
 

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The hallway behind him was not as well lit as the area around the desk, but I couldn’t help but notice when a behemoth of a figure entered the space from one of the open doorways. The little man already at the counter seemed to quickly vanish. The hulking man walked towards the counter with purpose, each stride seeming deliberate and directed. When he entered the light, I saw someone… something that I was not expecting that day, and especially not when I was already horny. Before me stood one of those rare human beings that I had to look up at. He had to be at least six-seven or eight. His dark black hair was parted to one side, and he must have used some light product to make it look almost perfectly kept. The little cowlick sticking up on the right side seemed almost like a peak on the top of this Everest.

He got within a few feet of the desk, staring directly into me. “Hi there, can I help you?”

“Uhh…” I paused for just a moment, taking in his face. His dark, thick eyebrows rested above two beautiful brown eyes. His jaw was well-defined, and when he opened his mouth to speak you couldn’t help but listen and look.

“Sorry,” I stammered. I needed to pull myself together before this became awkward. “Yeah, I’m here to pick up a car.”

“Great! I can help you out right over here.” He extended his arm to the left, where a credit card pad rested on the counter and I could just see the top of a computer monitor behind it. As he did, the sleeve of his polo pulled up on his bicep, revealing a solid mass of muscle. His arm looked to be at least an inch bigger round than mine, and sans the extra pounds that filled mine out. The top of his forearm sported a light layer of dark hair, clearly visible, growing down to meet his hand, which was easily big enough to palm a basketball.

As I began to walk over to the workstation, he turned to do the same. My eyes were immediately drawn to his ass. His dark khakis didn’t leave much to the imagination, though I’m not sure any pants would. It was as if someone had cut two large rounds of ham and shaped them perfectly into a human ass. It screamed out to me to grab it – thankfully the counter was in the way.

As I reached the counter, I saw there was a lower counter with the computer on it for him to use. He reached his hand down and shoot the mouse.

“Can I get your ID and the credit card you want to use, please?” His tone was so pleasant. In retrospect, that’s not surprising. Basic customer service. But it was so rare that I faced someone more imposing than myself that it was almost unexpected. Each word was helping to put me more at ease.

I pulled out my wallet, handing him my driver’s license and credit card. He grabbed them from my hand. I felt a slight chill go down my spine as his finger ran along mine for just a fraction of a second.

He set the cards on a tray next to the monitor. He had to bend over to reach the keyboard and mouse, causing his grab-demanding ass to stick out behind him. As he did, I noticed that his shirt hardly moved. While it had seemed just slightly loose at first, it became apparent that it was a bit tight around his chest and fell a bit looser further down. I could see where it dipped back inwards, just slightly, between his pecs, and through the opening beneath his neck I could see his slightly tan chest.

“Looks like you have a rental from today through Sunday morning. I have you in a compact…” he looked up from the screen as if to confirm what he already knew. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, that sounds right.”

“Well, we only have one compact left and I’ve got someone else coming later for it, so I’m going to bump you up to a mid-size.” He grinned, looking back at the screen.

In the moment, I was too distracted to respond. I’m not sure if he expected a response or not.

“Ok, have you rented with us before?”

“Yeah, but not from this location.” I said as he stood up from the computer. He took a half step towards the counter and my eyes immediately darted down as the front of his thick legs came to a stop and a mass between them came to rest on the lower counter. From my perspective, it was like he had just rested his large, heavy, pear-shaped bulge on the counter, causing my mind to race as I tried to process what I was looking at.

“Good to hear!” He said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and his package slide along the counter. It almost looked like something rolled over under his pants as he did it. “Will you be needing coverage for the vehicle?”

I paused. For almost too long. “Yeah, of course, yeah.” I didn’t even think. I just spoke. My credit card already covered the vehicle, but I was far too busy trying to unwrap this hefty package.

“Good, I’ll add that on for you.” My eyes tracked his crotch as it pulled away from the counter and his ass was thrust back into the air. He handed back my cards, and, again, it took me a second to reach out and take them. “Go ahead and insert your card into the reader.”

I stuck it in and as a printer began to whir beneath the counter. Without bending over further he stuck his arm under the counter and pulled out some paperwork.

“When it says so, go ahead and sign on the screen,” he said, sidling his crotch back onto the counter while folding the paperwork twice. “You’re going to be in the silver Mazda on the left side of the lot.”

“Sounds great!” I blurted out, with perhaps a little too much joy. I forced myself to re-focus on his face, which was easier than I expected, considering how well it complemented the rest of him. “Thanks for the upgrade, I’m sure you know what it’s like to be stuck in a tiny car.”

“Ha! Yeah. Us big guys have to help each other out. Not everything is built to handle a large man.”

“You’re not wrong. I’m super lucky I got you today.”

“Glad to help. Anything else you need from me?” he asked, holding out a keyring in front of me. As I looked down and reached out to grab it, my eyes fell again onto the front of his pants, where the pear-shaped curve seemed even more pronounced than before, jutting out from the front of his legs a few inches onto the counter.

“Uh, uh, no. I’m great. Thanks so much.” I grabbed the key and turned quickly, starting to walk towards the door. I needed to get out of there before I said something stupid.

“Brian!” He shouted out. I turned back to look at him. “Don’t forget your paperwork!”

“Oh, sorry.” I walked back to the counter and he heled it out to me.

“If you get a chance, there’s a survey at the bottom. It’d be huge if you could leave me a rating. It’s big for my review.”

“For sure,” I said, grabbing the paperwork and once again heading for the door.

As I reached for the handle, I realized that my dick was pushing hard against my underwear, trying to find the space it desperately needed after being tormented for the last ten minutes. I pushed the door open and walked quickly to my rental, which was right where Andrew said it’d be.
 
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I was falling over myself walking the 20 or 30 feet to my car. As I walked up, my hands fell forward onto the back of the truck. Somehow, I was short of breath, and I paused there for a second to collect myself. I looked down at my own crotch. Damn. I always tend to wear my shorts a little tight, but with my cock turned to granite, they didn’t leave much to the imagination. Just to the right of my zipper my shorts protruded outward and ran down my leg, culminating in a golf ball-sized head, distinctly outlined a few inches below the crotch point.

“Well shit,” I thought to myself, sliding my hands off the trunk and walking over to the side of the car. I opened the door, reaching down to grab the lever and slide the seat back as far as it would go. I unbuttoned my shorts, yanked down the zipper, and tugged at them from the bottom until then slid past my boxer briefs, allowing my dick to breath – it swelled up slightly and began visibly throbbing… thump… thump… thump. I set my right hand at the base and began to rub it against my leg; I needed to take care of this – it couldn’t wait.

I stuck my thumb under the waistband and pulled it away from me, and with a “thwap” my dick slapped up onto my stomach, narrowly missing the steering wheel on its way. I glanced out the window back towards the store. Dark windows, half of which were covered with signage. I had all the permission I needed.

I grasped the base of my dick with my right hand, my thumb just barely touching my index finger. I hadn’t been this horny in a long time. I began to stroke… up… down… slowly, as I reached under with my other hand to tug my balls; they felt heavy, and just a little tight. I pictured Andrew walking down the hallways toward me, his shirt accentuating his chest and arms, every step becoming more visible, and bigger. This Adonis of a man had captured me in only ten minutes, I couldn’t help myself.

I started breathing heavy. Andrew’s bulge began to fill my mind, I saw the fabric on his pants barely concealing his package, the weight of it pressing down on the counter. His mounds of ass behind, both screaming at me to touch them, but I couldn’t. All my desire flowed through my hands. Up, down, up down… I stroked faster as liquid slowly oozed out of the head of my dick and onto the top of my hand. I felt my balls suddenly grow slightly tighter, just as I saw a flicker in the side-view mirror and the front door of the store began to open.

I yanked my shirt up over my dick as it sprayed… one, two, three streams onto the fabric. As clarity set in, I realized that the giant frame of a man was walking towards my car. I pulled up my shorts and boxer briefs in one motion, sandwiching my package down onto my stomach. With both my hands, I pulled my shirt outwards, trying to make invisible what was underneath.

He arrived at my window – his bulge landing directly in my line of sight, just a few feet in front of my face. Its majesty was not lost, it stared at me, and I didn’t move my eyes as I rolled down my window. Andrew leaned over.

“You all right? I saw you hadn’t left yet.” I didn’t think he’d seen anything. Thank God.

“Yeah, just got a phone call. Car is great though, thanks again!”

“No problem man. Don’t be afraid to let me know if you need anything. See you on Sunday.”

“Uhh.. Yeah. For sure. Thank you.” I rolled my windows back up, and as Andrew walked away, I started the car and backed out of the spot. I’d have to clean up when I got home.