Parking lot - Part Two: Axle Grease

The glorious one and a half inch diameter of his manhood now invaded my body. That perfectly shaped mushroom head made a popping suction sound as it slid past the rim of my ass. Once inside, he waited for acceptance. I slightly tensed up my behind and gripped the table tightly with my hands, but soon my mind convinced all the muscles to relax and enjoy what was happening. 

He slowly brought himself forward and further into me. I soon felt his heavenly pubic hair on my buttocks and I groaned at the realization that I had taken him completely. I turned my head and smiled, so that he could see my groan was one of pleasure. Now Gary took over.

With loving care, he began to thrust forward and pull back. In my peripheral vision, I could see that he was rising on his toes for one thrust, then bending his knees for the next. Slowly, he increased his tempo and continued assaulting me from all angles. His expertise and gentle approach totally consumed me.

I envisioned the grace and power of the man, as I had witnessed during the fucking of my mouth. But this time, I fantasized that some sort of Greek god was subjecting me to his desires. My own seven inch cock seemed to grow to 12. Here was I, the lowly human, sacrificing my worthless earthly body to the he-man behind me. The mighty Zeus had chosen me to receive his magnificent seed and I started to accept his gift with skills I never knew I had.

I squeezed his powerful penis with all my might each time he came towards me. My desire was to keep him deep inside me forever, but the man-god pulled away, only to quickly return from a new direction and seemingly drive his glorious organ in deeper. Each time his pelvis met my buttocks, I would clamp onto him with incredible contractions and challenge him to escape. He began to moan with pleasure at my participation, and his left hand started to massage up and down from my back to the neck. I felt the can in the small of my back being pressed down, before the sound of metal crashing to the floor told me he had extracted all he needed of the axle grease.

Then I felt heaven. This manly god leaned down to rest his torso on my back. His firm nipples were poking me below my shoulder blades and I could feel his moistened chest hairs smearing the middle of my back, as he continued to slide to and fro. I thought I would melt underneath him. Ruthlessly, I clamped down on his increasingly powerful penis and offered him all the resistance I could. My desire to stimulate this incredible man’s penis made it nearly impossible for him to pull back. But he did. He now rapidly thrust his cock back and forth, still managing to expertly approach from every possible angle, once again stirring a cup of coffee with his big poker. His breathing increased and so did mine. He reached up with his left hand to grab the hair at the nape of my neck and tug on it. I was now being totally overwhelmed by the incredible dominance and power of this man. 

Suddenly, I felt the fingers of his right hand, lubricated with axle grease, surround my rock hard penis. He had reached under the table and begun to jack me off, just as he had done to himself all those years ago in his parents’ garage. What kind of man had I discovered? He wanted to please me, as much as I desired to satisfy him. The intense admiration I had for him at that moment nearly brought tears to my eyes. 

This amazing man coordinated the stroking of my unit with the thrusting of his. All entities worked in unison like a finely tuned engine. His hand and my cock, my anus and his poker all pumped together like pistons, each accepting and stimulating one another before returning to repeat the cycle. Someone hit the gas pedal and the motor began to rev out of control. Both minds tried to withhold the inevitable, as we wanted this machine to pump until the end of time, but eventually our nervous systems took over.

Our orgasms were conjoined in time. Both were so magical and so powerful, that neither of us made a sound. During the initial spurts, all breathing stopped, as we flexed our bodies to capacity in order to expel the beginnings of these incredible loads. Then we released it all. Simultaneous explosions of sperm filled the cavity of my rectum, while mine shot to the floor below. As he continued to fuck and jack me, we both released animalistic groans and exclamations of excitement, the two of us overwhelmed by the incredible heights of ecstasy we had achieved. His erect nipples raced up and down the middle of my back, as gobs of sweat lubricated his chest hairs, now firmly pressed between my moistened skin and his solid pectoral muscles. The left hand fingers were now clamped into my left deltoid and I felt his powerful penis driving into me deeper, deeper and deeper, until it seemed his cock was inside of my own. He held it there and continued to shoot. My dick grew even more powerful as I imagined his penis in mine. Ungodly wads of sperm were exploding from my unit, as though both of our loads were exiting from the opening of one. I could feel the masculinity oozing from every inch of his hard body, as he filled, covered and smothered me with the release of untold years of frustration. At that moment, two entities had become one. The incredible power of this man would now be a part of me forever.

I thought it would never end. I prayed it would never end. His hot breath flowed over my back, as the strength of his glorious penis slowly began to subside. His rough, masculine hand loosened the grip on my cock, stopping to slowly massage the head and coax out the final gobs of sperm I had to offer. He must have imagined he was stroking his own meat, because the love and expertise he gave to me could only be performed by the owner of a penis. 

Then his magnificent organ was removed from my body. I felt the semi-engorged head of his cock slip past the rim of my asshole and gently leave me just as it had entered. Now we both waited in silence, thinking only of what we had experienced, while our heartbeats slowly returned to a normal pace. The entire weight of his chest collapsed onto me and he rested his weary head between my shoulder blades. I longed to roll over so I could caress and comfort him, but feeling him recover on my back, drenched with his manly sweat, was more than enough at this time. I reached up painfully behind me and massaged the top of his moist scalp, just as I had done when he first asked me after bumping his head on the trailer.

The silence was broken. “Are you ok?” He lifted himself from me and stepped back. 

I stood and turned to face him. His arms were hanging limp at his sides and chest still heaving, the body glistening with sweat. That quizzical, mischievous grin defined his ruggedly handsome face. I sat on the table to admire his manly beauty, as I answered, “I’m more than ok. You were fantastic. I never thought I’d like that, but boy was I wrong.”

“I’d never do anything to hurt you. I guess you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I let you do this.”

“I guess we better get cleaned up. You wanna go first?”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll fix this mess I made on the floor.”

And that’s how our second night ended. He showered, dressed and waited for me to do the same. I sat on the stool and expelled the load of cum from my rectum, then showered, dressed and returned to the locker room. Gary thanked me once more before getting in his car to leave. I headed back to the gate and soon was inside the fence of the auto ramp. That’s when I began to analyze the situation.

I couldn’t help notice the restraint we were showing. I knew the feelings I had were something different and new to me, but I didn’t really want to share this with him. After all, I had already broken two of my long-standing rules because of this man; the first being not to mess around with people from work, the second being to never take it up the ass. I refused to accept that he was coaxing me to break another rule I had made for myself, and that was to never fall in love. My heart had been broken before and I vowed it would not happen again, but this guy was driving me nuts. 

So, now I was left to ponder the big mystery. What the hell did he feel for me? Obviously, I knew I had shown him pleasures he had long forgotten, but how long would that sustain him? What kind of crazy bitch was he married to? Did she have any clue as to what she was missing out on? How could she so cruelly neglect him this way? I stopped short of thinking about the ramifications of him leaving her for me. This ridiculous soap opera was getting out of control and it frightened me. 

As the sun rose and my shift ended, the separation from him caused my desires to fade - slightly. I decided the ball would have to be in his court and that I would say nothing about what I was feeling. I’d just wait to see what he had planned for night number three. Meanwhile, I went home, got into bed naked and jacked my meat once more. Who do you think was the subject of my fantasy?