Boy in a Small Honda

I drive a full-size pickup. This afternoon I stopped at the supermarket on the way home. There was a vacant parking space right next to a little white Honda. One interesting thing about sitting in a pickup, you look down into small cars. You don't see people's faces, but you see down at an angle into the car's interior.

While still pulling into the space, I saw a knee. A boy in the Honda's passenger seat was sitting with the window open. His right foot was resting against the top of the dashboard and his seat was apparently racked all the way back. This put his right knee on an angle level with his open window. The next thing I noticed was pure boy: a scab on the guy's knee. A memory of some rough-and-tumble summertime game, maybe. But getting deeper into the space I could look right down into the dude's lap and get a third view, the best one of all. Dude had a hand thrust into the leg of his shorts, rumbling around inside them.

By the time I got out and walked past his window, the kid had removed his foot from the dashboard. He was sitting perfectly still. Both hands surrounded his package, carefully cradling the hidden contents of the shorts but not moving a muscle.

I'm hoping for his sake that he resumed his previous posture and activity the second I walked past him. Maybe his mom stayed gone long enough for him to ----- No, I wouldn't wish a lap full of cum on any young dude!

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