The Garage Mechanic

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I would like to say Jim forced me but he didn't. He only made the suggestion that planted the seed and let me explore and discover my own feelings. Jim was older than me; he was twenty one, and looked older. Maybe he looked older to me because he was in the Marine reserves. I was barely eighteen, still in high school, and I looked younger. He was bigger, too. A lot bigger. He probably weighed a good forty pounds more than my one-sixty-five. He didn't consider himself a bodybuilder, but he lifted weights and he was all muscle. Jim was working for my dad as a mechanic after classes at the local college, which meant he worked a lot of nights. I helped out, cleaning parts, cleaning the floor, getting Jim a coke or water or whatever he wanted, and learning from him. He was like a big brother to me, only more; he was almost my idol.

I was delighted the day the plumbers came to install the shower in the back of the garage behind the office. It was so Jim could shower and clean up before he went home or out on a date. He liked to work without his shirt after closing and I loved seeing him with grease smudges on his muscles and on his handsome face, but the prospect of seeing him in the shower excited me beyond belief.
It was nine o'clock on Friday night and I was sweeping up the oil-dry that I'd sprinkled on the floor, working around Jim and the car that he was still working on. He was under the car on a roll-about with his bottom half sticking out, his long, muscular thighs and his bulging crotch and about six inches of his hard abs showing and I just stopped to watch. More than once I'd thought about dropping a wrench on his manhood when he asked me for one then scramble to get it and get a good feel, but I never had the nerve. Someday I would. I knew something was going to happen with me and Jim, I just didn't know when or how. Jim shoved himself out from under the car and his abs tensed and rippled as he sat up.

"That's it for the night," he announced. "You about done sweeping up?"
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna go shower, then I'll drop you off at home," he said.
"That's okay, I can walk," I said. My car was in the next bay, waiting for Jim to look at it. I wanted him to drop me off but I wanted to appear independent, too, and I didn't want him to think I was afraid of walking home in the dark. Actually, I wanted him to do more than drop me off. I wanted us to drive out in the country and...well, I hadn't quite formulated the details yet but if we ever did end up out on a country road together at night, I was sure I would think of something. I hurried up with sweeping the bay so I could go clean the office, closer to the shower. If he left the rear office door open, you could see right into the shower. When I heard the water running I left the broom against the wall and rushed into the office.
"Hey, Ace, get a towel from my locker, will you?" Jim called out.
"Yeah." My hands were shaking as I got a clean towel from his locker which was out in the garage. I didn't think my legs were going to get me back through the office, I was so weak with excitement, for this meant only one thing; I was going to get to see big Jim Robinson naked!

"I got your towel," I told him over the spraying water.
"Yeah, thanks."
I didn't hang the towel on the hook. I stood there holding it and shaking all over, waiting for him to turn off the shower. He startled me when he opened the shower door and I had to stifle a gasp at my first glimpse of him naked. He gave me a funny look. "You could just hang it on the hook," he said as he reached out and took the towel out of my hands. The funny look was because I was just standing there holding the towel, waiting for him to come out, and then when he did I couldn't even hand it to him; he had to reach for it.

I tried to keep my eyes busy elsewhere as he dried off but they wouldn't stop focusing back on Jim's magnificent naked, muscular body. I should've turned and went back through the office so I didn't have to look at him. I tried, but my feet wouldn't move and I doubted my legs would either. So there I stood, transfixed by the sight of the big stud in all his naked glory, especially his manhood. That was the focal point of all of his muscles; the draw that wouldn't let me look away or leave the spot. God, he was big! I thought I was pretty good sized...and I was, compared to other guys my age...but Jim was BIG! I wondered how big he got when he was hard; and how many girls he'd ever found who could take him. Dam, he must drive a woman crazy with a cock that size.

Suddenly Jim slowed his drying off, like he was moving in slow-motion, then he stopped altogether. He held the towel in one hand and I saw a faint smile come across his face. I didn't know why he was smiling till he looked down at his own nakedness, then I knew. He was on to me! And why not? I'd done about everything but yell it from the rooftop.
"Ace...?" he said, with a curious, frowning grin.
"W-what?" I said, glancing at him. I loved him calling me Ace.
"Tell me I'm not thinking what I'm thinking, Ace," he said.
"I don't know, what're you thinking?" I asked cockily.
"I think I'm thinking what you're thinking," he said.
"H-how d-do you know w-what I'm thinking?" I stammered.
"Well, maybe I don't know, for sure, but the way you're looking at me and stammering around, I'm gonna take a wild guess." He reached down and cupped his hand over his manhood. "You want some of this," he said.

I did a double-take and stepped back a couple of steps, shocked. I hoped it looked convincing.
"What?" I gasped. "W-why w-would I...?"
"Curiosity," he said. "Hey, it's okay to be curious. I was when I was your age," he said.
I was still frowning with indignation but I was still there, looking at him but trying not to.
"You were? What is there to be curious about? I've got one, too," I said smartly, thankful that I didn't stammer this time.
"As big as this?" he asked, pulling on his rubbery cock.
"No. But I don't get any complaints," I said.
"No complaints from who?"
He knew I was bragging and lying; I was still a virgin and right then I was sure it was written all over my face...across my forehead in neon lights. Jim kept pulling on his cock, causing it to expand. He laid his towel over his shoulder and cupped his balls and pulled on them. I could see his cock getting bigger and my mouth started to water. Shit, I hoped I didn't start drooling. I still didn't know exactly what I wanted to happen, in detail, but I guess my mouth did. I felt a little twinge in my ass, too, but I shrugged that off as a nervous twitch. Yeah, my ass was nervous all right, I just didn't know why. Then he let go of his cock and balls, letting his cock sway out in a wide arch.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Okay," he shrugged. He bent down to get a clean pair of shorts that were lying on the small bench outside the shower and I got a good look at his butt. Fuck, he had a great butt! I'd been noticing guys’ butts lately and I loved the way Jim's muscular buns rolled and flexed and churned inside his jeans when he walked and it stuck out nice and big and round, like a couple of soccer balls inside his jeans. He got a big kick out of the girls going ga-ga over his butt. It was more than just a glimpse at his naked glutes. I got a good look between his buns, too, at his asshole and I was strangely proud that I was probably one of the very few people in the world who had ever been privileged to see his asshole snuggled deep between his muscle buns behind a light flurry of hair. He straightened and turned back to me as he put his shorts on. He pulled them up his muscular thighs then paused.

"Last chance," he said, jokingly, only I knew he wasn't completely joking.

I tried to laugh and shook my head and he pulled his briefs up. I cursed my cowardice as the white material slowly concealed his manhood. It was almost like the white cotton was caressing his manhood as it molded to its shape. I liked the way the thing bulged against the material but it was covered and I wanted to see it raw. He already had me pegged, why not just admit to it and get what I wanted? But I was a gutless wonder. Jim hefted his shorts up and ran his hand lovingly down over the bulge and reached for the clean jeans off the bench. It struck me then that maybe he'd planned this; he had his clean clothes out of his locker, but I had to go get him a clean towel. Or maybe he just forgot to get his towel.

"Did you finish up, ready to lock up?" he asked me as he pulled his jeans on.
"Yeah."
"You want a ride home or not?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess so." I changed my mind on the slim chance that he might not take me straight home now; that he might drive out in the country like I'd dreamed of. But he acted like nothing unusual had happened. He talked about sports as he drove, like always, and cars. In front of my house he doused his headlights which meant he wasn't finished talking; I knew that much about him.
"Hey, Ace," he said as he reached over and squeeze my thigh. "I'm working tomorrow and I've got a date tomorrow night, but I'll meet you Sunday evening, back in woods. You know that big old gnarled tree back behind the frog pond?"
"Yeah, but...why.….?"
"I'll meet you behind the tree," he cut me off.

I tried again to ask him why he wanted me to meet him, but I couldn't get the words out and he had turned his headlights back on, signaling that he was ready to go. I got out and walked on trembling legs up to the door. My hand was shaking as I turned the knob. Inside, I made a bee-line for the stairs to go up to my room. I didn't want to talk to Mom and Dad.
"Get everything closed up?" my dad called out.
"Yeah."
"Did you turn all the lights out?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you want a bite to eat?" my mother asked.
"No, thanks, mom, Jim and I grabbed a hamburger on the way home. I'm going on to bed." I hated myself for lying to my mom, even little lies. I struggled up the stairs and made it into my room. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. My bed looked so far away. I began taking off my clothes as I walked to the bed. I wanted to be naked and in the dark. I wanted to feel my hands on my own body as I conjured up images of Jim in my mind and pretended they were his hands all over me. Man, I had to jack off in the worst way.

I had to work Saturday and I was both dreading and looking forward to it. I loved being around Jim all I could, but I was scared that he would bring up the night before, and I didn't want to hear anymore about it. Well, I did, but I was embarrassed and scared of what he would say, what I would have to say back, and where it might actually lead. I knew where I wanted it to lead, but I was scared to go there. But he didn't mention it and I didn't bring it up. It was as if it were totally forgotten and that's exactly what I intended to do. After sweeping up I left at five, it being Saturday, leaving Jim to work the additional two hours till closing time. I wanted to stay and watch him shower again, but I didn't dare. I couldn't without looking obvious and without raising the issue from the night before. I stuck my head in the bay and told Jim I was leaving.
"Okay, Ace. See you tomorrow," he said.

A chill ran down my spine; I almost winced. He hadn't forgotten. He was still assuming that I would meet him. Well, he had a big surprise coming. He would find himself sitting out behind the big tree listening to the bullfrogs all by himself.
I didn't have a date but I went downtown to the old drugstore which was still a teen hangout as it had been for the last fifty some years. I ended up with Theresa Wells but all we did was go to a movie and I held her hand, up on the arm between us. She put my hand on her thigh and I took my cue, as was expected of any red-blooded just-turned-eighteen-year-old. I squeezed her thigh and she let go of my hand. I started playing with her leg and getting brave and moving my fingers down between her legs and I was shocked that she spread them out for me. I got braver and moved my hand up into the apex of her thighs where I got the surprise of my life. I felt bare, smooth flesh! She didn't have anything on under the short skirt she wore and she was smooth as a baby's butt. I left my hand there, even though I was so shocked I almost pulled it back. I moved my fingers and felt her smoothness some more than found her pussy. Her cunt lips were soft and pliable and so warm and I tweaked them with my thumb. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her close her eyes and her mouth became slack. I curled my fingers up against her pussy and felt the wetness there. Shit, she must be drooling all over the seat, I thought. I rubbed my fingers around her pussy, squeezing her cunt lips together against the knuckle of my middle finger. Then I got brave and shoved a couple of fingers up inside her pussy. She stifled a little gasp and tried to keep from tossing her head back. She tried to keep her eyes fixed on the screen but she kept closing them.

I must really be making her feel good, I thought. I started finger-fucking her, twisting my wrist so I could get my three middle fingers deeper inside her. She squeezed her thighs against my hand and grabbed my wrist to stop me. But I held my hand still till she let go and relaxed her legs then I started on her again.

Somewhere along the ling, somehow, I found her clit. I'd heard about the magic button but I'd never felt one. This was the first time I'd ever felt a girl's pussy so boldly, and certainly the first time I'd felt up inside one. Anyway, I touched something up between her cunt lips and she brought her hand up to her mouth real quick to stifle a little squealing gasp and I knew I'd struck gold. I could see her eyes bugged out. I kept playing with her clit and she started humping my hand while trying to pretend to be sitting still. She was going nuts from the waist down. I was too, but I ignored the raging hardon pounding to get out of my jeans.

I wanted to do everything I could to make her feel good. I didn't really know if girls came like guys do but she was sure working up to something. I worked two fingers up inside her pussy again at the same time I was rubbing her clit. That drove her over the top. She grabbed my wrist to stop me but held my hand between her legs as she humped it and trembled and tried to hold her hand over her mouth casual as she could to keep from screaming. Finally, she pushed my hand away and I put it back up on the arm between us to let it dry off. Gradually, she calmed down and laid her hand on mine. It was still wet from her pussy and she pulled her hand away.

After the movie Theresa met up with other girls who had gone to the movie and we parted ways. It wasn't really a date, so neither of us felt obligated for me to take her anywhere else or see her home. She had come with her friends and she would go home with them.
Someone came up behind me and clamped his arm across my shoulder.
"Goddam, Ace, what were you doing to Theresa?" he asked, laughing.
I turned with a scowl and a half-smile. It was Jason Downs. The smile won out because I was so proud that somebody had seen what was going in.
"Nothing, why?" I said.
"Nothing, your ass. She was fighting to keep from screaming," Jason said.
"How many fingers did you have in her?"
"Three," I said truthfully. "Sometimes two when my third finger was busy with her clit," I added.
"Aw, Shit! You found it?!!"
"Well, yeah...it wasn't exactly hiding from me," I said smartly.
"It hides from me," Jason said. "I've finger-fucked my share of girls but I've never been able to find her clit."
"How the fuck can you not find a girl's clit?" I asked. "Shit, Jason, it's there, all you gotta do is..."
"Just tell me one thing. Is it up insider her?"
"No, dumb-fuck" I said. "It's up between her cunt lips."
"Oh, well, fuck, that's the reason I was never able to find it. I thought it was inside her pussy. That's where I was looking."
"You're a fuckin' idiot, Jason."
"I won't be after my next date with Linda," Jason said.
"You want me to come along and help you find her clit?" I joked.
"Fuck you, no," he said. "Have you ever eaten pussy? You know, used your tongue on her clit?"
"Yeah, but you gotta find it first," I told him. I was proud that I was able to pull off such a big lie. We had a great time all the way home talking about fingering and eating pussy and tonguing clits and I was so damned proud that he'd seen me with Theresa. And Jason wasn't one to keep his mouth shut. Word was going to get around, and once it did, I could brag about anything now and be believed. I thought more about girls, especially Theresa, when I went to bed that night. Jim was barely a footnote in my mind. Till the next morning...till the early afternoon. Till I forgot all about Theresa and pussy and clits and no matter how hard I tried not to, I was thinking about Jim and his cock and his muscles and he would be out there at the frog pond waiting for me in an hour or so. I had to decide if I was going to meet him. I had to decide what I was going to do, or allow him to do to me, if I did go meet him. I was clueless so I didn't know how I was supposed to make a decision. Truth be known, I don't think there was ever a trace of doubt that I would go meet Jim.

Looking back, I think that decision was made the moment he said it but I managed to keep it at bay till the last minute and pretend that I was in control of my senses and my feelings. But when the time drew near, I had no control. Shit, I was on my way.

I rode my bike back through the woods that bordered two sides of the town. There were paths worn through the trees, but closer to the frog pond I had to get off my bike and walk it through the brush and weeds and undergrowth. Finally, about fifty yards off the path I parked it against a clump of bushes, hidden where nobody could see it unless they came right up on it. The big gnarled tree loomed up ahead, just past the pond. I circled the frog pond, way out around the edge so I didn't sink into the soft ground. The frogs went silent when I approached which made me wonder if Jim had come. The frogs didn't usually croak if there was anybody around. I went around the curve of the pond and around and through the thick brush and trees and saplings to a small opening on the other side of the pond and the tree. I stepped into the clearing and got the shock of my life.

There sat Jim, leaning back against the tree, sitting on a chunk of a log, naked except for his work boots and heavy socks and his baseball cap. His legs were spread out and he was pulling on his balls and working his hand up and down his big, hard cock. When he saw me, he slammed his fist down to the base and squeezed his cock. It throbbed terribly, sticking up about six or seven inches out of his fist. It was almost as gnarled as the tree. I could see precome glistening up at the center of the head. He moved his fist up the shaft and squeezed the stuff out and caught it with his finger. He held his finger out to me but then put it in his mouth and licked it off.

"I didn't know if you would come," he said.
"I d-didn't...know if...if I w-would either," I stammered.
"But you did," he said as he continued to stroke his cock. "So, do you want to suck it or sit on it?" he asked.
"Hell no, it might slip right up in my ass," I said.
"That's the point, fuckhead," Jim said, laughing. "I guess that leaves sucking it, then."
The seed he'd planted suddenly bore fruit. All the feelings I'd been harboring and the thoughts I'd kept buried so deep suddenly erupted into the truth that Jim had known all along. I understood...I knew, now, what I wanted to do; what I'd wanted to do for such a very long time.

Jim kept stroking his cock, up and down, with long, determined strokes. It was a long way up and down his cock. Those inches I'd seen swinging between his legs when he showered had grown, it looked like double in size. Nobody had a foot-long cock, but Jim had to be awfully close. My throat was too dry to speak for a moment, even though my mouth was watering. And there was that little twitch in my ass, like it was wanting what I said I didn't want.
"Come on, going down on it don't make you gay. Suck a cock one time don't make you anything but curious," Jim said.
"Would you?" I asked him.
"No, but I'm not the one who's curious. I wasn't the one staring at another guy's cock out of the shower," he said. "If I was curious, I would do it, though."
"You said you were curious when you were a kid," I reminded him.
"Not that curious," he said. He didn't make real good sense.