The Garage Mechanic

With that remark he hadn't exactly given my manhood back to me but he was dangling it in front of my face. I sucked him with a hungry reverence, thrilling at every throb, lapping up the precome that kept boiling out of his cock while I jacked my own cock. I must have sucked him for five or six miles.
"Are we getting close to home?" I asked.
"Naw, I'm driving around," he said. He laid his hand on my hip then started playing with my butt. He wet his finger and probed at my hole. I whimpered when he shoved his finger through. I squealed around his cock when his long, thick fingers drove into my prostate.
"You want me to find a place to pull over?" he asked huskily as he fucked my hole with his finger. "Your ass is telling me it wants something bigger than my finger. Is it telling you that? Huh?"
"Yess!" I hissed. Godd, I wanted his cock. I had to have it. I wanted him to fuck my brains out like I'd done to Theresa.
I was aware that he was pulling off the road into a bumpy lane. I saw tall corn again. He turned off the car and opened his door.
"Let's get you in the back seat," he said.
I got out of the car and Jim led me to the back and urged me onto the seat on my back. He positioned my left leg over the back of the front seat and the other over the back seat then pulled my butt to the edge of the seat.
"Remember, this is going to hurt a little going in," he said. "Just don't make too much noise and bring some farmer running with his shotgun."

I rose above the pain. I knew how great it was going to feel when I got used to it and I didn't care about it hurting a little at first. Jim bore his cock deep inside me, held it there for less than a minute, then started fucking me.
He fucked me for an hour; I timed it. We were bathed in sweat, his sweat dripping down in my face and in my mouth when I moaned. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his shoulders to cling to his muscular body, pulling him in as deep as I could. I licked the sweat off his shoulders and his neck and his chest. It was like snorting poppers.
"I'm not going to come in your ass," he said. "I'm gonna pull out and shoot on you...open your mouth and see if I can hit it."
I braced myself but it was too soon. He fucked me for awhile long before he suddenly pulled his cock out.
"Open up!" he gasped.
My asshole gaped open and I whimpered from the loss of his man-meat. Jim was pounding his cock with his fist and I raised up to with my mouth open to give him a target.
"Here it...comes!"

He was right on target. The stuff shot out and hit me in the face, right at the corner of my mouth, and I put my tongue out to lick it off. The next one sailed right into my mouth. He kept shooting till my face was streaked and dripping with come then he lowered his trajectory and the thick ropes of come began landing across my chest and my abs. He boiled some out in my pubes then let his cock lay in its own juice. He raised up, his mouth slack with a satisfied smile, sweat pouring down his face and his muscular chest. His eyes were raking over my naked, come-streaked body.
"Fuck, you're sexy with my come all over you," he said.
"I feel sexy," I said.
"You know what I'm gonna do now?" he asked, with his lop-sided smile.
Before I could answer he leaned down and began lapping up his come from my abs, up my stomach and across my pecs then licked it off my face. I was almost shaking with excitement. It was the last thing I ever expected Jim to do, but then it was his own come so it wasn't like he was licking up mine. I was even more thrilled at the idea that he might swallow it. But when he had my face licked clean he hovered right over my face, his lips pursed, still in a smile and I realized that he had it all in his mouth. He put a thumb in the corner of my mouth to pry my mouth open then he lowered his face right over mine and opened his mouth. His come and spit ran into my mouth in a big slithery globbed rope. I welcomed it with a tiny squeal and swallowed it.
"Now that was fuckin' hot," he said as he raised up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Man, kid, I could do this all the time."

I told him I could, too. And we did. Jim serviced the cars and I serviced Jim. We did it every chance we got, every place we could think of. Up on the hydraulic lift. In the back seat of people's cars. In the shower. On the cot in the back room. It depended on the circumstances whether he fucked me or I sucked his cock, but I found out just how virile Jim was. He couldn't get enough sex, and he had awakened the same trait in me. I sucked him or he fucked me at least every day, and sometimes twice a day when we had the chance.
When my parents went on vacation and my dad left Jim in charge of the garage he stayed over at our house. We messed up the bed in the spare room so it would look like it'd been slept in but Jim slept with me. I kept a little journal of that stay. In the two weeks my mom and dad were gone, Jim fucked me thirty one times and I sucked his cock and got him off in my mouth twenty two times. He said I was phenomenal, but I didn't know how any one man could produce so much come.

We liked it best of all in the garage. The smell of oil and grease was like an aphrodisiac. Most of the time we did it back in the tiny room where the shower was, on a cot in the corner. We got so used to having sex all the time that we got careless and my dad almost caught us. He was supposed to be away at an auto-parts conference of some sort and he took mom with him. They were supposed to be gone for three days, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and they would drive back on Sunday. Luckily I didn't have Jim stay at the house or we would've been caught for sure.
We were both working Saturday, it was late afternoon and I was sweeping up while Jim was putting his tools away.
"Hey, Ace, you wanta come and help me finish putting my tools away?" Jim called across the bay.
I knew what he was up to. I dropped the broom and walked around the car he'd been working on, the hood still up. Jim stood at his tool chest, his coveralls open all the way down the front and there was a big pair of pliers hung in the crotch of his coveralls. Smiling, I took the pliers out of his crotch with one hand, laid it aside, and drove my hand down inside his coveralls for his manhood.
"You don't wear shorts anymore?" I asked as I groped his cock and balls.

"Not much sense, is there, when you're always tearing them off of me? Come on, get out of your jeans, I want some hard, tight boy-ass."
I was out of my jeans in a flash, and tore off my greasy T-shirt. He took my jeans and spread them over the front of the car and bent me over with my head and shoulders under the hood. I cocked one foot up on the front bumper and Jim started squeezing my butt and poking at my asshole.
"When's the last time you had this beauty lubed?" he asked.
"I don't remember the last time," I said.
"Well, you're way overdue for a lube job. I'm gonna give you one," he said.
I heard him rummaging around in the drawer of his tool chest to find the lube. Then I felt the stuff being applied to my asshole. There was a pause and I knew he was lubing up his cock.
"I think you've got the wrong tool for this job," I said over my shoulder.
"You trying to tell me how to do my job?"
"No, sir, but...well, I think that wrench you've got is too big for this job. I think it's a Cadillac wrench, or a Buick, not a little Honda."
"It's a Humvie wrench, but I've used it on Jeeps a lot of times."
We liked to play little games with each other, and this one, as did the others, ended the same way. Pretty quick he was plowing his cock in my ass and I was sprawled over the car engine taking it like a whimpering puppy. He loved it when I acted like it was hurting me even when it wasn't. Jim stepped up and stood on the bumper and really pounded it to me. We were going at it, the front end of the car was bouncing up and down and I was crying out and moaning with pleasure and he was grunting and fucking me like a horse when suddenly we heard the rattle of the front door and the little bell jangled.
"Fuck, it must be your dad!" Jim gasped, jerking his cock out of my ass. He stepped down off the bumper and scrambled to get his coveralls pulled up.
I was naked. I grabbed my jeans and rushed around on the side of the other car in the second bay and crouched down to scramble into my clothes.

"Getting ready to shower?" my dad asked as he came into the bay. "I hope you're not working with your bare chest sticking out like that. Not a good image for the customers."
"No, sir, I was just going in to shower," Jim said.
"Where's Ace?"
"He's around here somewhere. He was sweeping up. Hey, Ace?"
I raised up and came around the car, grabbing up my broom on the way.
"Dad! You weren't supposed to be back till tomorrow," I said.
"Wasn't much reason to stay another day," he said. "Things go okay while I was gone?"
"Everything went fine," I said.
"Good, sir," Jim said.
"Well, I'll leave you guys to finish up," he said, and he left.
We both heaved a big sigh of relief.
"That was too close for comfort," Jim said when Dad had left. "We gotta be more careful and start thinking with our heads instead of our balls."
"Does that mean we can't do it anymore here at the garage?" I asked.
"No. Hell, no, I'm not gonna give up that tight, hard ass of yours," Jim said. "We'll just be more careful."

Dad never caught us. Allen Crain did, though, and that changed things for us. Allen was a young, married car salesman who brought his cars to the garage for Jim to check them out before he put them on the lot. When he caught us he let me know that he only way to keep his mouth shut was to let him in on it.
So for the next year or so I was getting fucked by Allen and Jim both, and sucking their cocks. Till Jim got another job in a town about fifty miles away. It was a move up for him and I was happy for him, but I missed his big cock and that tight, muscular body against me, driving it in my ass. Allen thought he would keep right on fucking me but I stopped him in his tracks the first time he came by after Jim left.
"What do you mean, it's over?" he asked, surprised.
"You're gonna have to go find yourself a knothole," I said, not kindly.
"I've got me a knothole, right between those tight, hard buns of yours," he said.
"That hole's been plugged up," I said.
"Oh, yeah? By who?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, a word to your dad might just make it my business," he said.

I laughed in his face. "A word of warning," I said. "My dad's already been asking how come you're coming around to hang out at the garage so much when you've got a nice wife and two kids at home. Leave me alone, or I'll be the one to have a word with my dad."
It was the end of Allen Crain. My dad hired another mechanic but he was an older guy who did nothing to turn me on. Then the damndest thing happened. One day Gerich and I were working when Danny Crain came riding up on his bicycle. He was Allen Crain's oldest boy, about a year younger than me, but he looked older, the way he was built. He had his shirt off and was wearing a pair of those skimpy onion-skin shorts that showed right up to the side of his butt.
"I need some air in my tire," he said.
"Help yourself," I told him.
"Now that is some prime young meat, there," Gerich said under his breath.

I gaped at him, shocked. I'd never heard Gerich talk like that, and he'd never made any move on me whatsoever.
"Hell, not for me, I've got more woman at home than I can handle. But you...you oughta cultivate that. You ever fucked another guy before?" Gerich asked.
"No. No, I never even thought of doing something...."
"But you're thinking about it now," he said, laughing. He poked me in the side. "Look at that and tell me you wouldn't like to plug that nice, smooth, tight, virgin ass, and that he ain't wanting to get it plugged."
I looked around at Danny bent over his rear tire putting air in it. His shorts rode up high, revealing the sides of his smooth butt.
"How do you know he's wanting it?" I asked.
"He ain't bent over like that for nothing," Gerich said. "Don't most guys bend down or crouch down beside the tire to put air in?"
"You might be right," I said thoughtfully.
"I know I'm right. Go on, go walk up behind him and brush against his backside. It can be accidental till you see how he reacts."
I was scared shitless. It was the first time I'd ever made a move on another guy and I didn't know how. But Gerich had me convinced and so hot just talking about it that I dared to try it. I picked up a big open-end wrench and walked across the bay, up behind Danny, and brushed the wrench across his backside.
"Hey, careful with that wrench," he said over his shoulder.
"Sorry, I was just on my way to the tool chest to put it away."
"Well, careful where you put it," he said.

I was thinking Gerich was right!
"You got a better place?" I asked boldly.
"I don't know, that's a fuckin' big wrench," he said.
"All the better to fix your bike with," I said.
"My bike doesn't need fixing. All it needed was air in the tire."
"Got anything else that needs fixing before I put my tool away?" I asked.
"Not with a tool that size," he said.
"I might have something smaller in the tool crib in the back room, but not much smaller." I rubbed my hand up the side of his butt as I said it, then walked to the back room. Danny followed me. Inside, I closed the door behind us.
"What about the mechanic?" he asked.
"He won't bother us," I said.
He seemed nervous. "Man, I've been wanting to do this with your for a long time," he said as he shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"That's pretty direct," I said.
"My cousin fucked me last summer and it was great, but I haven't been fucked since."

I straightened from taking off my shorts and jockstrap and my cock was already suspended out in a rubbery arch.
"Oh, Fuck!" he gasped. "You said you had something smaller in here."
"Depends on whether you want to get fucked with this or a monkey wrench."
"I don't know if I can take that," he said. "You're a lot bigger than my cousin."
"And your ass is a year older and has had a year to grow," I said. "You want it or not?" I asked, as I stroked it to a full hardon.
"Oh, fuck, yeah! I want it! Godd, it's beautiful! I want it, no matter if it hurts or not."

He got it. He took it fine after the initial pain. I fucked his little ass off that day and he came back for more, almost every day after that for the whole summer.
Gerich would just smile or chuckle when he saw Danny walk in the garage and I would lay down whatever I was doing and go into the back room with him.
"Listen, you need to scrub that room out with Lysol and spray in there, it's beginning to smell like young sex and old come," Gerich told me after one session.
Gerich never tried anything, with me or with Danny. When Danny went off to a private school I was left alone again. Till this big marine named Brad Holt was discharged and came home. Godd, BLESS the Marines!