It was Keith's favorite car he ever owned or drove. Take in account its the second car he's ever own but it was in beautiful shape, unlike his older car which when he bought was already a piece of junk. A mishap waiting yo happen. This is when he was surprised to find a 2 or 1 inch long hole on the driver seat. The hole was where his lower back would be he assumed one of his knives might've been left open or something. He places his finger over the hole gently rubbing and examining it.

Keith has been noticing small things like this. He's had the car for awhile now so some damage is bound to happen. The hole, the hole was something his mind lingered on.

Keith laid in bed one night when the image of that hole popped into his brain. He turned over and pulled the snort metal string of his lamp watching as the light disappeared. "I wonder how I managed to cut a hole in my seat." he wondered a loud then an idea popped into his head. "Maybe I can stitch it up a little." Then Keith felt a feeling of satisfaction finding at least a solution to the hole and he closed his eyes.

The next morning Keith had in hand a small sewing kit. He pulled out the tan thread that would match the seat the most and a needle. His plan was to stitch the material on the inside used as liner for the leather so it wouldn't be as visible. He touched the hole like he did not to long ago and felt how deep it was. That's when he realized it was tight and a couple inches deep. He felt the inside more fingering it as he felt an erection begin to grow in his own pants. He undid the button and zipper and pulled out his member stroking it a few times. He then swung both of his legs over the sides of the seat, one leg sticking out the door the other between the driver seat and passenger seat. And scooted forward and slowly entered the tight hole.

"Fuck~" he moaned out and bucked his hips.

He began moving his hips griping the sides of the seat at the stimulating feeling. Drool was beginning to dribble out the side of his mouth. He could feel himself coming close. He pulled out of the hole and letting himself fall back onto the steering wheel. He stroked himself a few more times and came. His moan was covered by the sound of the horn.

He quickly began to clean up the mess and stitched up the hole in the seat that caused this whole problem. Keith gave his car one good kiss before closing to door and listing to the sound as it locked.