The following story is fiction, the characters and events described here are all products of the author's imagination. It is an explicit account of erotic man-to-man sex, so if you find that offensive, or if it is illegal for you to read it, or if you are underage, consider yourself duly warned. The copyright of this story belongs to the author.
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Al sanansaattaja2003
Appointment with the Mechanic
I needed a little work done on my car, and not being the mechanical sort myself, I had asked my good friend, Virgil, if he could recommend a mechanic. Without hesitation he said, "YES!" with such enthusiasm that I was a bit taken aback. He punctuated his answer with his usual thousand watt smile and then his face took on a far-away dreamy look, a little smile continuing to play on his lips.
"Hmm..." I thought. "There must be a story there..." and I would like to have fished it out of him. But I knew Virgil well enough to know that it was pointless to press the matter. He would tell me when he was good and ready and not before. I cocked my eyebrow at him and tried to give him a meaningful, questioning look, but he just winked at me and ignored it. His greatest delight, for some reason, was keeping me in suspense, the sadist! But I loved him anyway, and true enough, he always came through eventually, telling me everything.
He looked in his telephone book and then gave me the mechanic's name and address and phone number, assuring me that the guy knew his stuff and that I could rely on him one hundred percent.
I called the number Virgil had given me right away to make an appointment, and after about five rings I heard a deep, sort of sleepy sounding drawl on the other end of the line say, "Tony's Auto Repair..." There was a very pleasing, almost seductive quality to the voice, and just those three words was enough to get my imagination running and the blood surging into my cock! I gulped once and tried to say my errand, but my voice seemed to have gotten caught in my throat.
"Hello...?" the voice said then. "Can I help you?"
I swallowed a couple times, trying to lubricate my throat with spit, and croaked out that I needed to get my car fixed. "Shit! There sure wasn't anything sexy about your voice that time, Al," I chided myself silently, "How uncool can you get?"
"Um... is it a big repair job, sir? I have a free slot tomorrow afternoon if you don't think it will take a lot of time. Otherwise there is no opening until next week."
"Well... uh... I don't really know," I stammered. "I don't think it will take long to fix whatever it is that's the matter..." My total ignorance of all things mechanical was making me feel like an idiot right about then, just when I would like to have been making a good impression on this (I imagined) hot, sexy hunk on the other end of the line.
"Well, never mind, Mr....?"
"Sheppard," I replied. "Al Sheppard."
"Good, then, Mr. Sheppard. Why don't you just bring it in at four thirty tomorrow and I'll at least take a look at it. If we're lucky, I'll be able to get it fixed for you then. If not, then we can make an appointment for later next week. How does that sound?"
"Perfect, Tony!" I enthused. "See ya tomorrow then..."
"OK, sir. Tomorrow at four thirty..." Tony said, and hung up the phone.
And I stood there drooling, literally, still holding the phone in my hand as if in a daze. "Hot damn! Phone sex with that stud would be sizzlin' for sure," I thought to myself. "That voice of his would be worth a mint if he could figure out a way to can it and sell it... what a turn-on!"
After hanging up the phone I went and had a long shower, stroking off under the refreshing spray, creating in my mind a gorgeous, hot fantasy stud with Tony's voice and dreaming an XXX-rated dream of no-holds-barred man-to-man sex with him in his car repair shop...
The next day at the appointed time I pulled up at the address Virgil had given me and stopped in front of the big double-sized garage door with the words `Tony's Auto Repair' printed above it in big black letters. No sooner had I stopped my car when the big overhead door started to roll upwards, revealing the inside of the shop and also the breathtaking godlike form of what had to be Tony himself. He was standing just inside the door wiping his grease covered hands on a rag. The slow moving door gave me a few moments to stare at him without being detected, since his head was the last part of him to appear as the door rose upwards. And believe me, what I saw made my pulse speed up and my mouth water and my cock rise inside my thigh length khaki shorts.
If anything, he exceeded the fantasy picture I had created of him in my mind, and that was saying a lot! He was really tall--tall and built. I guessed him to be about 6'5" at least, and maybe 200 lbs. of solid muscle. He was wearing a one-piece jumpsuit type of mechanics garb made of some thin, clinging sort of fabric which formed itself to the contours of his fantastic body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I saw his long, strong, muscular legs first, of course, and then his bulging crotch and slim waist, and then--oh joy!--I discovered that his jumpsuit was unzipped almost to his waist, providing just a glimpse of a black treasure trail leading up from the point of the V' created by his open zipper to encircle his deep innie' belly button and then climb upwards toward his broad, deep chest where it obviously fanned out over his bulging pectoral muscles inside his jumpsuit. His succulent, pointy nipples all but poked through the thin fabric of his green, grease-splotched jumpsuit. His sleeves were rolled up just past the elbow, revealing strong forearms covered in thick, soft, curly, black hair. The hands he was wiping on that rag looked huge, with long, slender fingers. All of him that was exposed by the open zipper was darkly tanned. He had a beautiful mouth, open in a warm welcoming smile, with the most kissable lips you could imagine, rosy colored and full and fleshy. He had a thick black moustache, a long, slender nose, high, prominent cheekbones, deep-set, almost black, sparkling eyes, thick black eyebrows, a broad forehead and a thick thatch of unruly, curly black hair. Oh man! Just seeing him that way was giving me jack-off fantasy material for a long time to come.
He motioned for me to drive in and park my car in the center of his roomy shop, which I did, and then I stepped out and reached out my hand to shake his big one. It felt like mine was just swallowed up by his. His grip was firm, but at the same time gentle, and the touch of his hand against mine gave me tingles clear through my body. I wondered if he sensed that, because he looked at me a bit strangely, I thought. I found it hard to read his expression. A bit quizzical, maybe, or maybe `knowing'...? In any case, he seemed to be a very good-natured guy, smiling continually. Smiling with his mouth, his eyes, his whole face...
Well, on with business... After all, I was there to get my car fixed, wasn't I? I must confess though, that I was quite prepared by then to forget all about my car and it's minor mechanical problem, and just dive right in and explore other (I hoped) possibilities instead. I wanted to further explore this fantastic hunk of man flesh, to be exact, and to find out if I could possibly seduce him into some decidedly non-mechanical' activities of a more erotic nature. But that was most likely equal with dreaming the impossible dream', I argued with myself. "Down, Fido!" I said to my overactive libido, then, and looked up at Mr. Fucking Perfection in the Flesh in the most neutral, businesslike way I could manage.
I judged him to be about 25 or so, making him a good ten years younger than me. He towered above me by at least six inches and outweighed me by a good twenty pounds, but he didn't intimidate me. He was just so genuinely friendly, and there was almost a big overgrown puppy-dog quality to him that endeared him to me instantly. It made me just want to reach out and scratch his ears and pet his soft, unruly mane of hair and cuddle with him. He looked like he might give me a good tongue licking all over my flushed face at any minute, and if he had had a tail it would have been wagging to beat the band.
"Hi! You must be Al. I'm Tony..." he said. "Now, what seems to be the problem with this car of yours?"
I stammered and stuttered out some sort of description of what didn't seem to be acting just right, trying, but not succeeding very well, to avoid exposing my embarrassing ignorance. But Tony, bless his heart, just nodded sagely, pretending to understand exactly what I said (or failed to say, as the case may be...) and didn't look at me like the idiot he must surely have thought me to be. I thought I would love him forever for that!
"Fine then, Al. Let's have a look under that hood..." he said.
So without further ado, he lifted the hood and leaned over from the side, looking at the motor of my car. And oh man! I thought I would swoon right then and there at the sight of his fantastic ass presented to me that way, in all its beauty.
All too soon he pulled his upper body out from under the hood and stood up and turned to face me again. "Just as I thought, Al. It won't be much of a job at all. I can take care of it right now, if you don't mind waiting..."
"No, not at all, Tony! That's great!"
He turned around and bent over again, and went to work. I stood a ways back, enjoying the view, my lust kicked into overdrive, my fantasies running away with me. I had discovered to my great delight that he must be wearing a jock strap under his jumpsuit, and nothing more. The butt straps of his jock were clearly visible beneath the thin green fabric, framing his perfect ass globes. The crack between those twin muscular melons was damp with sweat which had soaked through the fabric, causing it to cling to his flesh.
All of a sudden he said something to me, but with his head under the hood that way I didn't quite hear what it was. So of course I stepped closer and asked him to repeat. He started to explain to me then what the trouble was and what he would do to fix it. Most of what he said went over my head, but I nodded wisely, stepping even closer beside him and leaning over to have a look. As I did so, it felt natural to put my hand against his broad back. He didn't seem bothered by that, so I felt emboldened to leave it there a minute longer. And then my almost uncontrollable lust must have short-circuited what was left of my good sense and inhibitions, because I found my hand sliding slowly down to his waist and then further, further, further, until it was resting on one of those amazing mounds of firm, muscular ass cheek.
Damn! But that buttock felt good to my groping hand! Amazingly, there was still no sound or sign of protest from Tony, so I started a gentle rubbing, kneading, caressing motion. There could be no doubt in Tony's mind now what I was up to and I could hardly believe that I had had the audacity to actually do it. And would you believe it! He started to respond to my fondling hand by gently rotating his butt against it, encouraging me to continue. It obviously felt good to him too! Hot dog! I had hit pay dirt this time! Oh my God, I couldn't believe it! If he liked it, then far be it from me to deprive him of it, and I really got into the ass massage. I stepped over behind him so I could use both hands and worked both of those wonderful grade-AAA ass cheeks over at the same time, really putting my heart into it.
"A-a-a-a-h! Y-e-e-e-a-a-a-h!" I heard coming from under the hood, and then, "Shit, man, I'll give you about an hour to quit that! O-o-o-h man, that feels good. Yeah, work those muscles, man! A-a-a-h!"
What more encouragement did I need?! I really got into my groping and kneading, and now and then I pressed my fingers as far as I could into the damp, tight crevice of his butt as well, rubbing against his asshole through the fabric of his jumpsuit, causing him to push back even harder against my hand and groan even louder.
I reached around him, finally, to grope his crotch and almost gasped out loud when my fingers closed around the big, fat, throbbing log that I found buried there within his jumpsuit and jock strap. I reached down further to where I could fondle his pullet egg-sized balls, squeezing them gently, eliciting a quick intake of breath from Tony, and then rolling them around as much as I could within the confines of the elasticized pouch covering them. Then, releasing them, I worked my probing fingers slowly upwards along the incredible length of his straining cock, up, up, up to the waistband of his jock. I discovered that the last three or four inches of his rod had pushed past that elastic band in their upward expansion and at the very tip of his dick I found a little circle of wetness seeping through his clothes. I kept one hand rubbing up and down sensuously along the length that fantastic, fabric-covered tool and with the other hand I unzipped his jumpsuit the rest of the way down so that I had free access to the bare end of his cock. What I found there made me drool even more. Thick, silky-smooth foreskin! I reached a probing finger inside that precum-slicked hood and ran it round and round the spongy thick head of his dick, now and then poking the tip of my finger into the piss slit and raking my finger nail across it, making Tony hiss and moan like crazy. He kept bucking his hips against my fondling, exploring hands, to create as much delicious friction as possible on his cock, and rubbing his amazing butt against the front of my body which was pressed up tight against him from behind.
My own thick, cut eight inches was extended to its full length and girth, and felt as hard and throbbing as it had ever been in my life. I didn't have any underwear on that day under my khaki shorts, so my cock was more or less unrestricted and I pushed it as hard as I could into the cloth covered crack of his ass and humped it up and down there, driving us both wild.
While still playing with his dick with one hand, I let the other set out on a discovery expedition, climbing higher and higher inch by wonderful inch along his hard, flat belly, pausing to twirl the hair of his treasure trail and to probe and tease his navel for a minute before continuing on, ever upwards, until I came to his pecs. I slid my hand in under his jumpsuit to find the nipple on one side and teased it a bit, rubbing it and then pinching it and making it swell and harden. That seemed to really feel good to my lusty mechanic. "Oh shit, yeah, man... Squeeze that tit. A-a-a-a-h! Yeah! That feels so damned good! Oh man, pinch it harder...!" And then I heard a quick sucking in of breath when I obliged, and a long drawn-out groan of sheer pleasure. His fantastic dong gave an especially big jerk then, from the nipple stimulation, and my other hand that was still toying with it was rewarded with an extra big dollop of hot, sticky precum surging out onto my fingers.
Always being one to please my man, I then slid my hand over to the other nipple, repeating the process and calling forth a similar reaction. I then fluffed my fingers lightly through the silky soft hair covering his pecs before continuing northward with the flat of my palm, rubbing slowly along his hot, sweaty skin, until I came to his throat. I then ran my fingers lightly along the contours of his handsome face, reading it like a blind man reading Braille. I rubbed the tip of one finger along his thick sensuous lips, I gently probed his ears, and finally I stuck three fingers at once into his mouth telling him to suck on them, which he did without question.
My man had long since given up trying to concentrate on his mechanics... I don't think he cared at all right then about the motor of my car, but he was still bent over under the hood, and I figured it was maybe a little uncomfortable for him to remain in that posture but I kind of liked the idea of him being immobilized that way, giving me freedom to play with his body without any interference from him.
Finally I decided it was time to move on to the next phase of our love making. With both hands I grabbed a hold of the lapels of his open jumpsuit and began tugging the clinging material down over his muscular shoulders and off of his arms, peeling it off of his broad back and down over his spectacular butt, inch by tantalizing inch baring his wonderful flesh completely to my gaze and to the open air. Once I had pulled his jumpsuit down off of his butt I released it and it slid on down his long legs, landing in a loose pile around his boots on the floor. To my delight, I saw that his whole body was tanned, even his ass. Nice! His legs were nearly as hairy as his forearms, and there was a light, sexy dusting of the silky hair on his ass cheeks as well, with a much thicker growth of it in the trench between them. His whole body was glistening with a sheen of sweat, making it slick to the touch and even more sensuous to rub my hands on. I wanted to touch and feel him everywhere at once, but there was just too much of him and I only had two hands! I kept them busy, though, exploring now his chest, now his belly, now his arms and shoulders, now his pits, now his broad back, up and down and back and forth and around and around. I felt I could never get enough of him, not in a hundred years.
"Stay where you are, man, and don't move!" I ordered, as I stepped back from him long enough, finally, to yank my own tank top off, tossing it onto the roof of my car. Then I unfastened my khakis and let them drop down to my Nikes, kicking them clear off and flicking them out of the way with my foot. As soon as I was as nude as he was, I stepped close again and pressed my hot naked body full length against his, draping it over him, rubbing it against him, reveling in the delicious feel of flesh against hot, sweaty flesh, and delighting in the muscular firmness of his body and the satiny smoothness of his skin against the whole front of my body. I reached both arms around his middle, hugging myself against him, and letting my hands roam up and down and back and forth along his exciting torso, familiarizing myself with it more and more, and falling in love with it more and more. I licked and nuzzled and nibbled and bit the hot, tangy, salty skin on his shoulders, the back of his neck and the broad expanse of his upper back. And I was steadily humping my rampant, precum-drooling erection up and down, up and down, free and unrestricted, in the amazingly deep, hot, wet crack of his wonderful ass.
Suddenly, I began sliding down slowly, sensuously, along the incredible length of him, until I was on my knees behind him and without warning buried my face in his ass crack, holding those gorgeous, firm cheeks as far apart as I could with my hands. Oh man! I nearly swooned right then and there. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, so wonderful was the heady aroma that overwhelmed my senses. That incomparably hot, sexy smell of sweaty, macho male ass. I went hog-wild then, slurping my mouth up and down in his trench, concentrating mostly, of course, on the twitching, dark brown rosebud winking enticingly at me. I nibbled and licked and probed at that pulsating portal, now teasing it, now attacking it outright, and finally I succeeded in pushing the tip of my tongue past its resistance, gaining entrance into the innermost sanctum. A-a-a-a-a-h! I could eat that ass forever, I thought, and settled in to enjoy the feast.
My lusty mechanic was obviously enjoying the attention to his most private, secret place as well. He was moaning and groaning and hissing and blowing and o-o-o-ing and a-a-a--hing and oh-my-god-ing and grinding and humping to beat the band, pushing his feverish ass back as hard as he could against my invading mouth and tongue.
While I munched and slurped and sucked and tongue fucked Tony's marvelous ass, I managed, only just, to stretch out my hand far enough to get a hold of my discarded khakis and pull them close so I could fish a condom out of the pocket. (Yeah, you guessed it. `Ever ready' that's my motto!) I pushed as much of my slick spit into his ass channel as I could with my probing tongue while rolling the condom onto my throbbing cock, and then when I was ready, I stood up and without warning took aim and pushed the considerable head of my long, steel-hard cock past the resisting sphincter and into his velvety, sizzlingly hot channel.
Tony squealed long and loud, then, but not from pain. All the while he was pushing back against me as hard as he could, encouraging me to move on in. When he found his voice, he gasped, "Oh my God, Al... give me that cock. Shit! Oh God, that feels good. Don't stop now, ram it in and fuck me good! A-a-a-a-h! Oh y-e-e-a-a-h! That's the way! Oh God! Deeper now! Oh yeah! Like that! Now harder! Oh Jeez... Man, I needed this...!
Sure enough, in no time I was in to the hilt, pushing my groin tight against his ass cheeks. I paused there for a moment and ground myself against him, about ready to short-circuit on the incredible sensations washing over me from every point of physical contact with this amazing stud of a mechanic. I felt my cock being squeezed and milked along the entire length of it inside his tight ass channel. How he could do that was a mystery to me, I'd never experienced anything quite like it before. But he had one hell of a talented ass. And man, did he love cock. That fact was being made abundantly clear! He was just devouring mine inside of him.
With an effort I pulled back out, almost to the tip, and then slid it back in again. His satiny smooth channel felt like slick butter against my cock. On both the in and out strokes I felt my rod glide over his prostate. Each time that happened he let out a sharp hiss of air, and moaned out his pleasure. Slowly but surely I picked up speed, getting into a rhythm. In fact we were getting very adept at synchronizing our movements, working together like a well-oiled machine with him meeting each of my in-thrusts with an answering hump of his hips back toward my groin.
As soon as I had the rhythm down pat I reached around with both hands to his aching, straining, leaking cock, which was still half in and half out of his jock pouch. I tugged and pulled both his cock and balls free of the pouch and then began fisting his cock in time with my fucking. With each stroke of my hands on his thick pole I pulled his foreskin clear back from the head and let my palm swirl around the slick glans once quickly, before pushing that protecting hood back forward to cover it again. Pretty soon I hardly had to work my hands at all on his cock; Tony started doing all that work himself, jacking himself into my hands in time with our fucking.
We were both in heaven then, for sure, with a steady stream of expletives and exclamations and cooing and moaning and hissing and hot sexy sweet talk flowing from our mouths. But this bit of heaven was destined to be altogether too short lived. Far quicker than we wanted them to, we felt our climaxes building and neither of us had the will-power to hold them off. So we just let it happen. Almost together we blew, me into the condom buried deep inside his body and he in volley after volley after seemingly endless volley of scalding hot cum-syrup into my cupped hands, until they were both filled to overflowing. I caught as much of his hot nectar as I could and then when we had caught our breath enough to permit it, I lifted one cum-filled hand to his mouth and one to my own and we slurped up his delicious, sticky, hot, salty-sweet offering and licked the last residues of it from my fingers with our tongues.
After my cock had softened considerably inside his ass, I withdrew and peeled off the full and sagging rubber, dropping it onto the concrete floor. Then my beautiful big stud lover backed out from under the hood of my car at long last and raised himself up, stretching and flexing the stiffened, aching muscles in his back and legs, and turned to face me. We threw ourselves headlong into a long hot embrace, pressing our sweaty, steaming hot bodies tightly together, and kissed, for the first time... long and passionately. Neither of us wanted to let go of the other.
Tony started rubbing and kneading my ass cheeks with his incredibly long, strong fingers while we kissed, breaking our kiss long enough to whisper into my ear, "This ass is mine, man. It's my turn now... I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. But first I have to get your car fixed. OK?"
"Um huh," I nodded. Oh shit yeah! I couldn't fucking wait! My hungry ass was already twitching excitedly...
Then, finally, with an effort of will, Tony pulled away from me, worked his bunched up jumpsuit off of his feet and with the toe of one boot kicked it clear over to the far corner of the shop where it landed in a heap. That done, he walked over to select the tools he needed from the work bench. And then, leaving his still dripping, soft, but unbelievably huge and swollen cock and his big juicy balls hanging out from one side of his jock pouch, he sauntered, bare assed, back to my car, leaning over the front fender again, with his upper body nearly hidden under the hood and his amazing ass pointed back in my direction, that well-fucked asshole winking at me again...
I stood there as if transfixed, staring at him, replaying in my mind every detail of our amazing sex-play and fuck session, and already drooling in anticipation of the promised fuck he was going to give me. Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself that my car was probably going to need the attention of a mechanic a lot more often in the weeks and months to come.