It was a bright, Saturday morning. Marc put the car in park. He swiveled his head, looking for any signs of life. With no one around, Marc unzipped himself, taking out his sizable member. He took out the lube he kept in the glove box and wasted no time slathering his cock with it. He let out a sigh, stroking leisurely, closing his eyes, embracing the feel of his slick hand on his member.
Marc could feel the breeze through his open window, he could hear the trees swaying. He stroked just a little bit faster, still keeping a calm pace. He moaned to himself, sneaking his free hand under his t-shirt.
"Howdy."
"Jesus!" Marc's eyes snapped open. A man in a tight shirt and jogging shorts smiled down at him. He sported silver hair and had well defined muscles for an older man. He didn't look perturbed, quite the opposite.
He leaned in resting his elbows through the window. "You know, you look a lot like my boy." His eyes raked over Marc's body, resting at his impressive member. "You need a hand?" He smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
Marc wasn't into older men, but this one had a kind of charisma about him. "Yeah, sure." He rested his hands behind his head.
The older man reached through the window, stroking Marc with the same lazy tempo he was using earlier. "You're so very handsome."