Alex settled into the passenger seat, looking out of the window while stealing glances at David behind the wheel. The older man looked effortlessly commanding, exuding that magnetic authority that had first captivated Alex at the party: aviator sunglasses perched on his strong nose, hiding those piercing blue eyes but accentuating the salt-and-pepper beard framing his rugged jaw. One thick, hairy forearm rested casually on the gear shift, veins bulging slightly under tanned skin as he gripped it, while his other hand draped over the steering wheel with practiced ease. His polo shirt, a soft grey that complemented his muscle bear physique, hugged the contours of his broad chest and shoulders, the fabric straining just enough to hint at the defined pecs and mat of dark hair beneath.
The air inside the car was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable electricity crackling between them like static before a storm. The remnants of their morning shower lingered vividly in Alex's mind — the steam, the slick slide of bodies, David's raw thrusts against the tiles — making him shift uncomfortably in his seat as a subtle warmth built between his legs, his cock twitching at the memory. He crossed his legs subtly, trying to quell the growing arousal, but the proximity to David only amplified it, each glance at the older man's profile sending fresh sparks through his veins.
They'd been driving for just a few minutes, the engine purring smoothly as they merged onto a rural road, when David broke the silence with a low, playful growl that sent shivers down Alex's spine. "So, I'm afraid I have a strict rule in this car," he said, his gravelly voice laced with seduction, eyes flicking sideways with a smirk that crinkled the corners behind his sunglasses. "Hot young guys aren't allowed to wear trousers... I hope that's okay?"
Alex's eyes widened in a mix of shock and thrill, his heart starting to race like a drumbeat in his chest at the audacious command. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and he felt a flush creep up his neck, his fair skin turning pink under David's gaze. The thought of stripping right there, exposed in the moving car, was both terrifying and exhilarating — windows tinted but not fully opaque, the risk of a passing driver glancing over adding a forbidden edge. But the memory of David's dominance, the way he'd claimed him so thoroughly before, overrode any hesitation. Alex bit his lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners as he met David's eyes. "Well, according to you, I'm a 'very good boy'," he replied teasingly, his voice breathy with anticipation, "so I'd better do as I'm told."
With deliberate slowness, Alex kicked off his sneakers and socks, tossing them carelessly into the backseat where they landed with a soft thud among his bag. His bare feet pressed against the cool floor mat, toes curling slightly from nerves. Next, he reached for the button of his tight jeans, eyes locked on David's the whole time, drawing out the moment like a striptease. The zipper rasped down inch by inch, the sound amplified in the confined space, and Alex lifted his hips to shimmy the denim over his plump ass, revealing the frilly pink lace panties he'd slipped back on that morning — delicate ruffles hugging his curves, the sheer fabric already tenting slightly from his half-hard cock. The jeans pooled at his ankles, and he kicked them off fully, leaving him in just his t-shirt and the panties, the soft leather of the seat caressing his exposed thighs and ass cheeks like a lover's touch. The cool air from the vents brushed his skin, raising goosebumps and heightening his sensitivity.
As Alex continued to pull the jeans past his smooth, pale thighs — toned from squats and deadlifts, the muscles flexing subtly under his fair skin — David's own jeans started to grow noticeably tighter, the outline of his massive cock pressing against the fabric like it was straining to break free. The sight of this sexy young guy giving him an impromptu striptease in the passenger seat, right there on the open road, was pure fuel to David's fire; his breath deepened, knuckles whitening on the wheel as he fought to keep his eyes on the road, stealing hungry glances at Alex's exposed form.
A sudden wave of confidence washed over Alex, emboldened by the power he held in that moment — the way David's composure cracked just a little, the older man's arousal evident. He locked eyes with David again, bringing two fingers to his lips and sucking them slowly, deliberately, his tongue swirling around the tips as if savouring something forbidden. The wet sounds filled the car, mingling with the hum of the engine, and Alex's eyes darkened with mischief, trying to turn on his Daddy — and oh, it was working. David's cock throbbed visibly now, rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his jeans, the thick bulge impossible to ignore, pre-cum likely dampening his boxers from the teasing display.
Alex then removed his slippery fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, spreading his legs wider in the seat, knees pressing against the dashboard and door for leverage. He slid his hand under the waistband of the frilly pink lace panties, the fabric stretching taut as his fingers delved lower, the tip circling his own tight hole teasingly. The sensation was electric — his fingertip slick with saliva, pressing gently against the sensitive ring, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He started to moan softly at first, the sounds building into breathy gasps that fogged the window slightly, his plump ass shifting against the leather as he arched his toned lower back.
David could hardly take his eyes off his gorgeous boy, who was now sprawled in the passenger seat in those cute panties, rubbing his hole with increasing fervour and rubbing David's name between moans. The car swerved ever so slightly as David's focus wavered, his beard-framed mouth parting in a low growl of desire. "Are you trying to make me crash?" he rumbled, voice thick with lust, one hand leaving the wheel to adjust his straining erection through his jeans. "I thought you were going to be a good boy, not a naughty boy."
"I'm just doing as I'm told, Daddy," Alex replied between his gasps and moans, his fingers now gently pushing through his ring, the intrusion making him whimper and buck his hips. The panties grew damp from his leaking cock, the lace clinging transparently to his skin, the whole scene a vision of teasing submission.
David's control frayed at the edges, his blue eyes dark with hunger behind the sunglasses. "Well, if you're doing as you're told, then you can get those soft lips 'round Daddy's meat while I find somewhere to park." His voice was a command wrapped in seduction, and he started scanning the roadside urgently, eyes darting to signs for exits or laybys, searching for somewhere secluded.
Meanwhile, Alex did as he was told, his confidence from moments before giving way to eager submission, the thrill of obeying David's command making his skin tingle under the air conditioning's cool breeze. He pulled his slick fingers from the depths of his frilly pink lace panties, the fabric snapping back against his fair skin with a soft whisper, leaving a damp trail of his own arousal on his thigh. Leaning over the central console toward David, Alex's brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, his gaze locked on the older man's profile as he reached out with tentative fingers. He rubbed the impressive bulge beneath the jeans first — slow, deliberate strokes over the straining denim, feeling the heat and hardness throb under his palm, the thick outline of David's cock pressing insistently against the fabric like it was alive with need.
Emboldened, Alex gently undid the top button with a soft pop, then tugged down the zipper with a raspy drag that echoed in the confined space of the car. The large, thick cock stretched the grey boxer shorts beneath, the material tenting dramatically, veins visible even through the cotton as it strained to break free, a dark spot of pre-cum blooming at the tip. Alex moved his head closer, his breath hot and ragged against the fabric, inhaling deeply — David's musk hit him like a wave, a heady mix of clean sweat, sandalwood cologne, and raw masculinity that made Alex's head spin. It was a scent that screamed possession, one that made him want to submit completely, to be this powerful man's plaything, his hole throbbing with empty desire, clenching involuntarily as if begging to be filled.
He started to gently kiss the shaft through the material, soft presses of his lips that made the cock twitch in response, the heat radiating through the thin barrier. Alex kissed more intently, trailing up and down the length with increasing fervour — slow, worshipful pecks from the base where the balls hung heavy, up to the swollen head, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste the faint saltiness seeping through. David's low growl broke the rhythm: "Don't tease me boy, get Daddy in that mouth."
Alex obliged instantly, his heart pounding as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boxer shorts and yanked them down, unleashing David's throbbing erection with a satisfying spring. The massive cock bobbed free — thick, veiny, at least 8 inches of tanned, rigid flesh, the head glistening with pre-cum, surrounded by a trimmed bush of dark hair that matched the salt-and-pepper on his chest. Alex's eyes widened, still shocked at the sheer size of this powerful man's meat, the girth making his own mouth water in anticipation. He wrapped one hand around the shaft, feeling the velvety heat pulse under his grip, veins ridged and prominent against his palm. Suddenly, the tip was in his mouth, Alex sucking like it was a lollipop — lips sealed tight, tongue swirling greedily around the smooth head, savouring the salty-sweet tang of pre-cum as his saliva dripped down the shaft, coating his hand and making his strokes slick and easy.
From here, Alex could only see cock — his world narrowed to the throbbing length filling his vision, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, moans vibrating around it as he took more in. But distantly, he felt the car start to turn — left, then right, then left again — the engine's hum shifting as David navigated off the main road. The sound of other cars died down gradually, the whoosh of passing vehicles fading into silence until it was just the low rumble of the motor, Alex's wet sucking noises — slurps and pops as he worked the shaft — and a gentle, building moaning from David, his free hand occasionally gripping the wheel tighter. But Alex hadn't noticed any of it; he was utterly engrossed in the smell and taste of his Daddy, the musky flavour flooding his senses, his own cock aching untouched in the panties, leaking steadily as he lost himself in the act.
The next thing Alex noticed was a large, rough hand sliding possessively under the back of his panties, the lace stretching as David's thick finger found its way between his plump cheeks, resting right on his still-moist hole — slick from earlier teasing and the morning's remnants. Alex moaned deeply around David's cock, the vibration drawing a grunt from the older man, as the finger started to probe — circling the tight ring first, then pushing in with firm pressure, curling to hit his prostate dead-on. Pleasure exploded through Alex like fireworks, his body arching instinctively, his toned lower back curving as he pushed back against the intrusion, feeling the finger slide a little deeper, stretching him with that delicious burn.
Next, David put his other hand on Alex's face, large palm cupping his cheek as he gently but firmly raised his head, breaking the suction with a wet pop. Their eyes met for a heated second before David pulled him in for a kiss — deep and claiming, tongues dancing wildly, Alex tasting the faint saltiness of David's own dick on his lips. David removed his finger from Alex's hole with a reluctant drag, leaving him clenching emptily, then reached down to slide his car seat all the way back with a mechanical whir, creating plenty of room between the seat and the steering wheel — enough space for what was coming next. He kicked off his shoes with hurried thuds against the floor, then lifted his hips to pull his trousers and boxers all the way off in one fluid motion, his massive cock now fully exposed, standing proud and slick from Alex's saliva. Alex waited patiently on his knees in the passenger seat, his hole quivering with excitement, the panties damp and clinging, his breath coming in short pants as he anticipated David's next command.
Then David was seated in the reclined driver's seat, his powerful legs bare and spread slightly, thick thighs dusted with dark hair flexing under his tanned skin as he adjusted for comfort. His massive cock stood like a rigid pole, veiny and throbbing in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows — 8 inches of hot, slick flesh, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum from Alex's earlier worship, the trimmed bush at the base framing it like an invitation. The car was parked in a secluded layby now, hidden by overhanging branches and tall hedges, the engine off and the world outside reduced to the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. "Come here, boy," David said seductively, his gravelly voice low and commanding, eyes dark with hunger behind the sunglasses he'd pushed up onto his forehead, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a smirk that promised more.
Alex climbed over the central console with eager clumsiness, his fair skin flushing deeper as he knelt on David's lap, facing him — knees straddling those muscular thighs, his plump ass hovering just above the older man's erection. Their faces inches apart, they kissed again, deep and hungry, tongues tangling with the lingering taste of David's cock on Alex's lips. As their mouths moved, Alex felt his Daddy's meat poke insistently at his hole through the thin barrier of the frilly pink lace panties, the blunt head nudging the fabric slightly, teasing the sensitive ring with its heat and girth. A shiver ran through Alex, his own cock twitching in the lace, pre-cum soaking the front as David's large hands roamed up his smooth, pale thighs — rough palms gliding over the toned muscles, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh before slipping under his t-shirt. Those hands traced up Alex's back, fingers splaying wide to feel the curve of his toned lower back, pulling him closer so their chests brushed, David's hairy pecs rubbing against Alex's smoother one through the fabric.
With a possessive growl, David gripped the hem of Alex's t-shirt and yanked it off in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the passenger seat where it landed in a rumpled heap. Alex was left exposed from the waist up, his fair chest heaving with quick breaths, nipples pebbling in the cool air of the car, his brown hair tousled from the movement. "Turn that cute body around," David instructed, his voice a seductive rumble that made Alex's hole clench in anticipation, hands guiding Alex's hips to pivot.
Alex obeyed, twisting carefully in the confined space until he was facing the steering wheel, his back to David, knees still bracketing the older man's thighs. The position felt vulnerable yet thrilling — his plump ass presented like a gift, the pink lace panties riding up between his cheeks, the frills fluttering slightly with his movements. "Now take a seat, Daddy will help you," David whispered hotly into Alex's ear, his breath warm and tickling, the prickles of his salt-and-pepper beard scraping deliciously against the nape of Alex's neck, sending goosebumps cascading down his spine. David's strong hands slid under Alex's butt, large palms cupping the firm, rounded cheeks — kneading them possessively, thumbs hooking into the lace to pull the panties to one side, exposing the tight, pink hole that still bore faint traces of their earlier encounters. He lined his cock up with expert precision, the slick head ready to penetrate.
Alex placed both hands on the steering wheel to steady himself, fingers gripping the leather tightly, his legs together and feet planted on the floor for leverage. He slowly started lowering onto David's lap, heart pounding in his chest, the anticipation building like a coiled spring. Suddenly, the tip of David's thick spear was poking at Alex's hole, the blunt pressure mounting at the tight entrance the lower he got — stretching the ring with insistent force, a mix of burn and bliss that made Alex's breath hitch. Luckily, their passionate sex from the night before in the granny flat and the raw fuck in the shower earlier that morning meant Alex was already loosened, his body remembering the shape of David, the muscles relaxed just enough to yield. So as he continued to slowly sit, the head of David's large cock breached his ring with a pop of resistance giving way, gently sliding inside — inch by veiny inch, the girth filling him progressively, turning the initial discomfort into a familiar, intoxicating fullness that made Alex's toes curl against the floor mat.
David then moved his hands to Alex's hips, gripping the soft flesh there with bruising strength, his thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of Alex's toned lower back as he cooed words of encouragement into his boy's ear — "That's it, good boy... take Daddy slow... feel how you stretch for me?" — his beard nuzzling closer, breath hot and ragged. He experienced the warm, velvet pressure of Alex's sphincter gripping more and more of his thick Daddy dick, the tight heat enveloping him like a glove, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine as Alex descended. With Alex's hands still clenched on the steering wheel for balance, he was finally seated fully on David's lap, completely penetrated and brimming with his Daddy's meat — every inch buried deep, the balls nestled against his ass, the fullness pressing relentlessly on his prostate and making his own cock throb untouched in the panties.
Alex took a moment to rest there, leaning back so that his bare back was resting against David's hairy chest, the coarse fur tickling his skin in a comforting, possessive way, their bodies slick with a light sheen of sweat from the building heat in the car. He took in the thrill of the situation — the sheer naughtiness of it all, parked in this hidden spot with the world oblivious, out of the window he could see rolling hills bathed in afternoon light, ancient trees flanking the car like silent guardians, a distant meadow of wildflowers swaying in the breeze. And here he was, impaled on the lap of this handsome older man, deep inside him, feeling like the ultimate slut — owned, desired, filled. He let out a big, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the car, his hole clenching involuntarily around the girth in a way that drew a growl from David.
David took Alex's moan as his cue to start gently thrusting into his boy, hips rocking upward in shallow, deliberate movements that pushed even deeper than he already was, the angle hitting new spots inside Alex and forcing out involuntary moans that fogged the windshield slightly. David's hands roamed — one sliding up to pinch a nipple, the other gripping a hip for leverage — as he built the rhythm, thrusts growing firmer, the slap of skin on skin starting to punctuate the air. As Alex came back to his senses from the overwhelming fullness, he started to bounce on his Daddy in time to the thrusts, lifting and dropping with increasing vigour, his plump ass jiggling with each descent, the lace panties rubbing teasingly against his leaking cock.
Their pace built relentlessly, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the car — wet, rhythmic, obscene — as the whole vehicle started to shake from their fervent sex, suspension creaking softly like a secret accomplice. Alex was in ecstasy, getting fucked hard and deep, each thrust slamming against his prostate and sending waves of pleasure radiating through his body, the taste of David's cock still lingering salty on his tongue, heightening every sensation. He felt like he was floating, lost in the dominance, his shyness evaporated into pure, slutty abandon. David was no different — his boy's tight hole milking his thick dick with every clench, the warmth and friction driving him wild, his orgasm building like a storm in his balls, breaths coming in grunts against Alex's neck.
Suddenly, waves of sensation washed over Alex in an unstoppable tide, his body tensing as he screamed out — "Daddy! Oh fuck!" — his cock erupting without a touch, shooting cum into the confines of his pink panties, the lace soaking through instantly, warm stickiness spreading against his skin. As Alex came, his hole clenched rhythmically around David like a vice, the spasms milking him relentlessly and sending the older man tumbling over the edge. David's cock spasmed wildly, firing ropes of hot, sticky cum deep inside his boy — pulse after pulse flooding Alex's insides, the warmth spreading like liquid fire, marking him from within as David growled low and possessive, holding Alex down firmly on his lap until every drop was spent.
Their pace slowed gradually, the frantic rhythm of thrusts giving way to languid rolls of hips as they both caught their breath, chests heaving in unison, the air in the car thick and humid from their exertions. Sweat glistened on their skin — Alex's fair back slick against David's hairy chest, beads trickling down his toned lower back and past the dimples above his plump ass, while David's tanned forearms gleamed under the dashboard lights, his beard damp from nuzzling Alex's neck. The car windows had fogged up completely from the condensation of their intense fuck, opaque sheets of moisture turning the outside world into a hazy blur, the secluded layby feeling even more isolated, like their own private bubble of debauchery. Alex felt David starting to soften inside him, the thick cock losing its rigid fullness but still nestled deep, a warm, sated presence that made his hole twitch with aftershocks. A sudden realization hit him as a trickle of cum began to escape, warm and sticky, threatening to slide down his thighs. "Oh no," Alex gasped, his voice breathy and laced with playful panic, "I'm gonna drip cum all over your nice seats!"
David laughed — a deep, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Alex's back, his large hands still gripping the younger man's hips possessively, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the lace panties now bunched aside. "Don't worry, boy," he murmured seductively, beard scratching Alex's shoulder as he planted a soft kiss there, "you keep those panties on and they'll soak most of it up — but I want to take them home with me as a little souvenir. You'll just have to go commando for a part of the drive." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop, a gush of cum following, coating Alex's inner thighs and soaking into the frilly pink lace as David carefully tugged the fabric back into place, trapping the mess against Alex's skin.
Alex giggled, the sound light and breathless, his eyes shining with a mix of post-orgasm bliss and shyness as he shifted on David's lap, feeling the warm stickiness spread. "You're a naughty Daddy," he teased, turning his head to steal a quick kiss, tasting himself on David's lips, "but okay, you can keep them... as long as you buy me new ones! These are one of my favourite pairs — they make my ass look so cute."
David grinned, his salt-and-pepper beard framing a wolfish smile as he helped Alex lift off his lap, strong arms guiding him back into the passenger seat with gentle care, though his hands lingered on Alex's thighs, squeezing the smooth, pale flesh appreciatively. "Maybe I'll buy you a whole collection," he replied, voice low and promising, eyes raking over Alex's dishevelled form — the glistening skin, the cum-soaked panties clinging transparently to his spent cock, the flush still high on his cheeks. "And you can treat me to a fashion show soon... parade around my place in nothing but lace and let Daddy admire every angle." He readjusted his own seat forward with a mechanical whir, then pulled his trousers and boxers back on, tucking his softening cock away with a satisfied sigh. Alex, still catching his breath, put his t-shirt back on but left his jeans off to keep them clean, letting David's cum flow out of him in slow, warm dribbles that soaked the panties further, the lace growing heavy and sticky against his skin, a filthy reminder that made him squirm deliciously in the seat.
David started the engine again, the car purring to life as they pulled back onto the quiet rural road, the fog on the windows slowly clearing with the AC's help. For the next couple of hours, they chatted easily — about Alex's design work, David's finance deals, shared laughs over the party antics — swapping phone numbers midway (Alex slyly saving David as 'Daddy' with a winking emoji, while David entered Alex as 'My Boy' with a heart). The conversation flowed naturally, laced with flirtatious undertones, the lingering scent of sex in the air keeping the tension simmering. As they drew close to London, the countryside giving way to suburban sprawl and then the city's familiar skyline, Alex finally took off his panties — peeling the cum-soaked pink lace away with a wet sound, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin before he popped them into the glovebox like a treasured memento. He shimmied back into his jeans, the denim feeling rough against his bare, sensitive ass, a subtle reminder of his commando state. As they pulled up outside Alex's cramped flat — the streetlights flickering on in the early evening dusk — David grabbed him by the collar for one last kiss, deep and claiming, beard scratching Alex's chin as their tongues tangled briefly. "I'd better be seeing you soon, boy," David murmured against his lips, voice gravelly with promise.
Alex got out, slinging his bag over his shoulder, but just before he closed the car door, he leaned back in with a coy smile, eyes sparkling. "You'd better have new panties for me next time I see you, Daddy..." He shut the door with a click, waving as David drove off, the Land Rover's taillights disappearing into the London night, leaving Alex buzzing with anticipation for whatever came next.
