Kane

We'd been back on the road for all of three minutes when his excitement got the better of him. The passenger seat was slid back as far as possible. His seat back was reclined as far as it could go too. He stretched back and was just able to grab one of the shopping bags we'd had to plonk on the back seat since I'd reversed into the space in the carpark and the boot was inaccessible as a result. The cream polo neck rode up and the jeans down a bit and I glimpsed his impossibly flat abdomen and said nothing. Thought a lot though.

The new trainers came out first. 

'Do you like them? I thought about getting the ones with the orange bits but I'm pleased I went for the blue in the end!'

'Yup! The orange were a bit in your face!'

'Thank you again!'

'It's ok. The old ones need to be put out of their misery! Put them on!'

He did so without needing any further encouragement. His old ones went back in the box and then he reached back for another bag and again l thought about touching him. Then, fortunately, he was back in the seat and the window of temptation was gone. 

Out came the shirts, one by one. 

'I like the pattern of this so much. The material of this one feels really nice. God, I love this one especially!'

'Yeah! The colour really suits you!'

'Can't wait to wear it!'

'Huh! Can't wait to see you wearing it!'

Silence. For five seconds before the polo neck was flying behind him to join the jacket on the back seat and l was trying to avoid being whacked on the shoulder by a topless black man attempting to put on a shirt. All whilst not removing his seatbelt!

'Kane! For crying out loud! You can't change your clothes with me doing 70 mph down the A303!'

I slowed to within the limit, just in case.

'You wanna bet?'

I lost the bet five times over as five shirts were tried on and admired as best he could in the vanity mirror behind the sun visor. They were then folded, as best he could, on his lap and returned to the bag. Again the seat was reclined and two further bags retrieved. Again, l resisted the voice from my dick telling me to slip my hand across to his treasure trail and then some. He held up a plain white tshirt and matching white Calvin Klein briefs, which he waved at me, a wicked grin over his face.

'Kane! You can't!'

I knew as soon as I said it that he damn well could. And would.

And that is how l found myself hurtling down the A303 with a now totally naked black man in the passenger seat next to me. I stole as many glances at him as l dared and endeavoured to concentrate as I muttered 'You're impossible! Absolutely bloody impossible, you know!' But now it was me who was grinning as well as adjusting my trouser-snake too!

It was a stroke of good fortune l suppose that it was only after his snake was safely tucked up in his new, white, briefs (thank you to the God of underwear!) that he came across the phone. In my head, I'd planned to give it to him when we arrived and were tucking into food. I'd sent a quick text to the housekeeper before we left Salisbury to ask her to pop something in the oven for us to reheat. Michael had set up an app which allowed you to programme the oven, heating etc remotely, so she didn't have to hang around. I'd turn it on as we approached Exeter, depending on her reply.

He was just staring at the box, open mouthed and not daring to believe his eyes.

'You don't ... ' He couldn't get the words out to finish the sentence. 

'Listen, it's just that l saw you in the pizzeria when l came back from the bathroom. The world and his wife were on theirs and you looked so miserable with nothing. I was going to give it to you this evening. It's the same as mine!'

'No, it isn't. It's the latest model. It's even better than yours!'

'Whatever!'

It was at this point he started crying. Not wracking great sobs but just a steady stream of silent tears which ran down his face onto the new tshirt. I tried to twist my arm and touch his shoulder but it was impossible as his seat was pushed back further than mine. Not without swerving all over the road anyway.

'Don't cry, Kane! Please!'

If anything, at that, the tears just started to run faster. I snatched a quick glance at him only to see one tear drop from his cheek onto his undies, forming a perfect circle, slap bang in the middle where his cock was. I had to find a place to halt. Seeing a sign for a service station just up ahead, I indicated and pulled off as soon as I could, stopping the car with a jolt, away from other cars in the designated parking bays but not dangerously so. I undid my seatbelt and his too and leaned across the centre console:

'Come here for a hug! Please!'

He didn't move away but instead shifted towards me a little but I just pulled him into a bear hug, feeling him melt into my shoulder. I squeezed him to me, as hard as l could and kissed him just behind his ear, getting a loose hair on my lips for my trouble.

'The worst thing is l've got nothing to give you back, Ben. Except sex. And I've tried offering that but you walk away!'

'It's not about giving me something back. I don't want just sex. You're really, really attractive but l don't want that. it's too soon anyway.'

He pulled back to look at me. 'Oh my God!' He looked aghast. 'You mean after Michael? I hadn't thought about it like that. I'm so sorry.'

'Don't. Michael is only part of it anyway!'

'But l don't understand ... what the fuck do you want from me then?'

'I don't know! I don't know what I want! Actually, I know what I don't want! I don't fucking want to see a beautiful young man selling himself and being homeless and feeling like he's worth nothing! That's for fucking sure!'

He stared at me, shocked at the vehemence of my words.

'Or for this handbrake to be having sex with my right knee like this!' I started rubbing it.

'What?'

He let go of me when he realised what i meant and laughed out loud.

'You're good at that, you know!'

'What? Having sex with handbrakes?'

'Making a joke when I'm down ... to make me feel better!'

I pointed as a police car drove past:

'Well, yes, but l'd feel a lot better if you weren't just in your tighty whiteys with the Boys in Blue around! Let's get moving. And start playing with your phone!'

'Ha ha! You worried that l might start playing with something else that's big and black!?'

'Huh! There's already a wet patch on your undies! Look!'