He hopped in, all sweaty from the hot day, and I said hi and started up.

While driving along, I kept stealing glances at his flat stomach, underwear, and slim legs. After a while he noticed, and I could see he began to get a slight erection.

"Like what you see?" he asked?

"Yeah," I admitted. "I wonder what it feels like to wear boxer shorts in hot weather like this; whenever I wear them I sweat in the crotch and get all sticky."

"That doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm just used to it."

He turned toward me a little, and had a mischevious smile on my face. "Want me to do something?"

I hesitated, but said, "Why don't you take those hot pants off and cool off a bit?"

"OK," he said, and reached down to unbutton his fly and pull down the zipper, then he leaned back to pull his jeans off. That left him sitting next to me with nothing on but simple white boxer shorts, with obvious stains, like he'd been wearing them for days......(cont)