This past weekend I finally took my car in for servicing to my usual garage. Billy, the owner, agreed to take it in on Friday before closing, so he could work on it and return it by Monday morning. My plan was to drop it off and jog back the four miles to home, so I was wearing a tank top and white running briefs with my joggers. As I started out, a predicted downpour started out sooner than I anticipated, and within 10 minutes, I was completely saturated. As I cursed my timing, a black lifted pickup truck pulled along side, and the guy opened his window. It was Lance, the apprentice mechanic from the garage, whom I only briefly dealt with for car servicing. He told me to hop in before I drown, so that was an inviting option, as I pulled myself up into his cab. The Neoprene seat cover grabbed at my briefs as I slid in, popping my balls out. Pulling my briefs back didn't do much, since they were just about transparent from the soaking a second before, and everything was exposed.
Lance kind of snickered, when I happened to notice that he was driving with his work coveralls unzipped and pulled down below his waist. I knew that he worked out at the same gym, and at 22, retained his solid built from his HS wrestling days . What I didn't notice till now was the tribal tattoo that encircles his chest and back, extending down to his right thigh. He had a can of beer resting in his crotch, which only highlighted his exposed pubes.
"Wanna beer?" he asked as he lifted his body and twisted to reach the back seat, at which point I was now staring at the top of his cock. He turned around and dropped a cold can between my legs, along with a beach towel. "Sorry if it's a bit sandy. Used it this morning after surfing."
It was just chatter the rest of the way, until I mentioned about his tatt. Lance was quite proud of his recent acquisition and seems anxious to expose it whenever he has the opportunity, like he driving around after work. As we pulled in to my place, he obviously wanted to show all of it to me, and proceeded to lower his coveralls to his knees. The tatt went further around his right cheek and continued to circle his thigh, just below the groin area, ending on his shin. He was trying to tell me how it was a friend's original design with a Hawaiian motif, but I really just noticed his semi laying across his lap.
Needless to say, I quickly hopped out and thanked him for the ride and beer, hoping he didn't notice my full on erection poking out of the top of my briefs. I actually think that he's as straight as they come, but vanity can cloud the judgement. Not that I was complaining...