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Drive-Thru Dick
🕑 Added 2025-07-26 22:23:16 +0000 UTCAfter ordering coffee one morning earlier this week from a local drive-thru coffee shop, I noticed how short my shorts were as I sat there. I began thinking if the person at the window would notice, and then I began thinking about the fun I could have on the short drive home. Once I was safely parked, I took a few photos with a story idea in mind. It's been a while since I've made a free post here, and if you like what you read, then you should consider grabbing a membership. For VIP members, you'll be able to see every single one of the photos that I took with this story...
“Good morning sir, we’re still waiting on that breakfast sandwich, but here’s your coffee. Can you please pull up to that first space on the right, and we’ll bring it right out to you.”
The overly perky lady at the window handed me my iced coffee with a huge grin, and I wondered how much caffeine she had already had this morning. Two cups? Three?
Nodding at her, I pulled out of the drive thru line and pulled into the parking space which was tucked under the low branches of a huge tree. The glaring lights of the coffee shop were now dimmed a bit behind me, and I sunk into my seat, feeling my eyelids start to droop. I usually wasn’t a breakfast guy, but as my stomach growled again, I realized that I was usually just not awake early enough to be hungry. Ever since I had graduated college about a decade ago, I had worked for the same company in a remote position. My start time was 10:00, which meant that I sometimes woke up around 9:55.
This morning, for no apparent reason, I had woken up before the sun, and no amount of breathing techniques or counting sheep helped me get back to sleep. After realizing that I had to give up the fight, I threw on a pair of shorts and the shirt from the top of the hamper and headed downstairs to put on my running shoes.
The morning air was crisp and a good twenty degrees cooler than it would be in a few hours, and I set out on a run. Once the run turned into a walk, I turned around to head back home and with my stomach grumbling as I got closer, I headed straight to my car and not my apartment.
“Here you go, sir.”
Instead of that overly perky voice that I’d been expecting, the sultry baritone that greeted me was a surprise. Turning towards my open window, I saw a beautiful man holding out a paper bag, with his deep skin and muscles straining the arms of his shirt.
“Oh, um- thanks.”
I grabbed my breakfast sandwich, but as I did, I felt a pulse of electricity travel through our fingertips which brushed against each other at the top of the bag. I could smell coffee and a faint hint of cologne wafting through my window, and I wanted to rip that apron off of him.
Our interaction lasted probably about five seconds, but that’s unfortunately all it took. He noticed at the same time that I did, but unlike him, I didn’t look down at all. I kept looking at him, hoping that he wouldn’t say anything, but I wouldn’t have that wish granted.
“Looks like you’ve already had your morning pick-me-up.”
Finally looking down, I saw the outline of my cock framed in my short shorts. I sleep in the nude, and when I got dressed this morning, I decided to pass on underwear since these shorts had a liner in them. They did their job as I ran, but now that I was starting to get hard, they couldn’t contain me anymore.
“Sorry, I had something pulled up on my phone, and I-”
He thankfully didn’t acknowledge this lie, but he also didn’t hide the fact that he was looking at my phone on its stand near the dashboard. I was ready for this encounter to turn into a story that he would laugh about with his coworkers inside after I sped away, but he hadn’t made a move to leave yet.
“So, you planning to show off any more?”
“Listen, it was just an accident- I think I just…” What could I even say next? That I didn’t expect my breakfast to be brought to me by a beautiful, muscular man? That I hadn’t been laid in a while, and I was desperately horny at the most random times?
I just said nothing instead.
“Why don’t you hike those shorts up a little?”
“I don’t think you realize how short these are.”
“I can see exactly how short they are.”
He was leaning against the window, and as I saw his taut firearms and bulging biceps get closer to me, I realized that I was in too deep. I definitely wasn’t going to get any softer if he was getting closer.
Not knowing what other option that I had, I grabbed onto the ends of my shorts and pulled a bit. I tried to pull at an angle, but nothing was stopping my cock from falling out. The head of my cock was now visible, and the pink stood out against my pale thighs.
This couldn’t be happening. Turning around, I tried to see if anyone else in the parking lot would be able to see this, and before I even knew what he was doing, his hand was around my cock, pulling it further out of my shorts.
Moaning a bit, I turned back around to stop him even though I didn’t want to do anything of the sort. My dick was now totally out in the open, and I was quickly heading towards being fully erect.
“I just got yelled at by someone who said that I only added three shots of vanilla instead of her requested four, and this is about to completely turn my mood around.”
“About?”
“Once I have your shorts in my hands, then I’ll be feeling good as new.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“Either you take them off, or I do.”
Proving his point, he opened my car door and stepped into the gap right beside me. I could now see his perfect ass in his tight gray pants, and my cock bobbed up and down between my thighs. Knowing that I would do anything for this man even if I was in a busy parking lot, I began reaching for my waistband.
Sliding my shorts over my ass, I realized that this was stupid, but I didn’t want to stop even though my brain was yelling at me to do just that. Once I got my shorts to my knees, I let go of them and let them fall to my ankles.
“Fuck man, you actually did it.”
He was leaning over now to grab my shorts, and as he did, his apron fell forward away from his body. I could see his heavy bulge now, and before I could stop myself, I reached out to test the goods for myself. He was definitely packing, and he didn’t back up at all once I started massaging him through his slacks. I was in heaven for about five more seconds before he moved, and the realization of what was happening finally set in.
He was neatly folding up my sweaty running shorts and stuffing them into the front pocket of his apron, right behind the dish towel draped over the edge. He closed the door on me with a grin and leaned down one last time.
“I hope you have a wonderful day, and we’ll see you here again when you need that extra burst of energy.”
Repeating the tag line that they ended every order with in the drive thru line, he was gone, and I was sitting there half-naked with my sausage out and a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich in the seat beside me. The sun was brightening the sky a bit more every minute, and I needed to get out of here before someone else noticed. As I backed out, I looked to see if he would still be standing there to tell me that he was just joking, but I saw him retreating through the front door of the cafe.
He had stolen my shorts.
Driving out of the parking lot one-handed, I tried to pull my shirt down over my leaking dick, but every brush of contact pushed me closer to blowing my load right as I drove. I was less than a mile away now, and I didn’t have time to come up with a plan for how I’d be getting into my house. There wasn’t anything in my back seat to cover myself with, so I’d just have to use the bag that held my breakfast and run faster than I did this morning.
Pulling up to the curb, I did one final check for anyone walking on the sidewalks, and once I saw that the coast was clear, I knew what I had to do. Grabbing my coffee, food, and phone in one hand, I held my house key in the other and made a run for it. I had a small front lawn, but this morning, it felt like I was running across a football field. As I ran, I realized that I was covering the wrong side, but I had too much stuff in my grasp to try and pull my shirt over my bare, exposed ass.
At my porch now, I somehow was able to unlock the door in one fluid motion, and then I was inside, catching my breath as I leaned against the other side of my front door. Precum was leaking onto the mat below me, and I knew that I would have to quickly take care of business before I could even eat. Walking into the kitchen to lay it down on the counter first, I looked out my small window to see my neighbor’s shocked face clearly outlined in his front window. I don’t think he could see me now, but it was obvious that he had just seen me run inside.
Fuck…
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Naked Justice
Just imagine you had been running shirtless. 🌽
