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THE MECHANIC
I had just gotten of the hot city bus, my shirt was sticking to my chest, and I couldn't wait until I had my car back from the repair shop. It was going to cost fifteen hundred dollars to get it out of hock. The mechanic said that he would work out payment terms, and I was on my way to meet him and work those out. When I got to the garage, the big work bay doors were closed, and at first I thought they were closed for the day, but then I noticed the mechanic, I think is name is Andy sitting at the counter leaning back in the chair with his feet up drinking a coke.
He had spiky black hair, was wearing a dirty white t-shirt, very tight black jeans and black work boots. When I came in he said for me to come back to his office to talk about his payment plan. He locked the front door and then led me to his "private" office. It was small, cramped, dirty, and furnished with a ratty desk and ancient wooden desk chair. He sat back, kind of leaned back with his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide and said, "take your clothes off." Just like that.
I thought at first I didn't understand what he said, and replied, "What?" I must have misunderstood him. "I said, get naked." He said. "You have to be kidding." I said. He jumped out of the chair, lunged at me, one hand grabbing my shirt, the other grabbing my balls, shoved his face into mine and said. "You heard what I said. You owe me fifteen hundred dollars, and I am going to take it out in trade. Now get naked, NOW, or I will rip your clothes off, you fagot." I could smell his breath, stale coffee, and his body. He had a musky smell of a man that had put in a hard days work. There was also an aroma of oil and gasoline on him. "You have this all wrong, I am not gay. All I want to do is set up some payment terms for my car repairs." I said, even I could hear the fear in my voice.
He tightened the grip on my balls, and ripped the buttons off my shirt as he pulled it down off my shoulders. He pushed me up against the wall and forced his mouth on mine. As I tried to pull away, he managed to get his tongue inside, and was licking the roof of my mouth. His hand moved from my aching balls to my shaft. Damn it had gotten hard. He pulled away, and laughed. "You can say what your want, but your body is telling me you want this, now take those clothes off." "No please don't do this" I said as I took my ruined shirt off and put it on top of the filing cabinet.
He sat back down and leaned back to watch my striptease. I stood shirtless in front of him that damn boaner showing in my khaki pants, and shit, there was a wet spot of pre-cum. "Please don't make me do this. I'm married and have a teenage son. I'm not gay." I pleaded. "Get those pants off now!" he yelled. I started unfastening my belt. Why was I doing this, why was I hard? I had never done anything with a man before, not even when I was young when most boys started experimenting with sex. Was that it, was I curious?
I pulled down my zipper, and let my pants fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked off my shoes. I was now standing in my briefs, and socks in front of this man. I noticed he had developed a large bulge in the front of his tight jeans. My cock jumped in my briefs, and loosed another shot of pre-cum. "I want everything off, even those socks." He said. I did that one leg balancing act to get my socks off, and then dropped my boxers and stepped out of them.
I was now naked with my rock hard cock pointed to the ceiling dripping pre-cum on the greasy floor. "Get on your knees cock sucker." He said. "Please don't make me do that." I said. I thought I knew where this was going. "Get on your knees you mother fucker!" he yelled. "Now!" I dropped to my knees on the filthy floor right in front of him. "Now crawl over here." He demanded.
Here I was a grown man, naked, hard, and crawling on the floor in front of this man I didn't know. "Take off my boots you cock sucker." I untied the black boots, and pulled them off his feet. "Socks too!" he said. I pulled the heavy grey socks off his sweaty feet. "Now lick my feet ass hole." I put his hot sweaty foot to my mouth; I couldn't believe I was going to do it. I put out my tongue and started licking the top of his foot, and then worked my way around to the bottom. I ran my tongue between his toes, tasting his stink, and then started sucking his toes.
He pulled off his shirt as I was on the floor tending to his feet. He then unfastened his jeans and worked them down his hips. He didn't have any underwear on and his huge uncut cock popped free. He must have been almost nine inches. He had the biggest tool I had ever seen. He got the tight jeans down past his knees, and I helped get them off and tossed them aside.
"I know you want to suck it fag boy, so go ahead." "No, please don't make me." I begged. He grabbed me by the back of my head and forced my face into his crotch. I could smell his body odor, and a hint of stale pee. "Please, no, I'm married, I can't do this." I pleaded. "Shut up and suck it, you damn cunt." He forced his cock head into my mouth; I could taste his pre-cum as it leaked. He humped his hips driving his huge man meat into my throat. I couldn't breath. I was on the edge of blacking out when he pulled out.
I was gasping for air when he commanded, "turn around and bend over." I was afraid of what he was going to do next, but was so sexually aroused I couldn't refuse. I had never felt this way with my wife, nothing we did excited me the way this man was. I was shaking as I turned my back on him, reached down and grabbed my ankles.
What happened next almost made my shoot my load; I did let out a loud moan of pleasure. He placed his mouth on my ass hole. I couldn't believe the sensation; I had never felt anything like it. His warm moist lips were kissing my hole. As he moaned his own sounds of pleasure he started licking my crack, dragging his hot tongue back and forth over my opening, and then . . . he forced it in the hole. I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there. The feeling of his hot rough tongue inside me licking and slurping my ass juices was the most overwhelming feeling I had ever had.
What was I doing? I was a married man with a son, this should disgust me. This should not be the best, most arousing sexual experience of my life. I tried pulling away. "Stop! Dear god, don't do this to me" I yelled. As I tried to pull away, he grabbed at me; I lost my balance, and fell face first onto the dirty concrete floor. He pounced on me in a second, his hot naked body on top of mine. I tried crawling away, my body pressed against the dirty floor, but he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and shoved his cock in my ass. A shot of excruciating pain blasted through me.
"Go ahead, scream like a girl. No one is going to hear you. You are going to take my rod, all of it, up your man pussy you damn faggot." He whispered in my ear. He started slamming his huge hot tool in and out of my hole. He would pull it all the way out, and then slam it in again, over and over. Tears were streaming out of my eyes, "Stop! Oh, please, please stop, it hurts so bad." I begged. But it was feeling good, my hole hurt with the punishment he was giving it, but that pleasure center deep inside was being stimulated to the point that I thought I would explode.
His cock seemed to expand inside me, his rhythm started to get irregular, his breath came in short gasps, and he was making an obscene grunting sound as his balls exploded and shot load after load of his cum up my ass. My body couldn't take it any more, and my insides burst and forced a huge load of cum up my shaft. The first shot was massive, it lasted for ever, I never felt anything like it, I screamed for my mommy, as it poured out of my slit with enough force that I thought it was going to rip me open. The second shot felt like it was going to turn my balls inside out. I know I screamed again. The third and forth were more normal in size and pressure, and then I slowed to a dribble.
Dear god, I have never felt anything like it before. He was still emptying his load in my bowels, but had slowed his humping down, and when he had been completely drained, he left his semi-hard cock in my ass and lay down on top of me. He was still trying to catch his breath, as I lay in a huge puddle of my cum trying to start breathing again. I think I had screamed all the air out of my lungs. My throat was raw, and my ass ached and burned from the horrific beating he had given me. What a way to loose my virginity.
He pulled his man meat out of my hole, and sat back in the chair, his legs spread, and his semi-rigid pole, covered in my ass juices and blood sticking out in front of him. "Come here whore, clean this thing off." I could barley move, but I did as he said, I crawled on all fours, his cum and my blood dripping down my thighs. I shoved my face in-between his hairy legs, and licked my mess of his rod. It got hard again as I cleaned it, savoring the taste of my ass and his cum.
I then took it into my mouth sucking it down my throat, breathing through my nose as I bobbed up and down fucking my mouth with his tool. "Take it you ass hole, suck that thing, make me cum again you stinking whore." And I did, he shot another load down my throat, his man meat expanding as his hot white cum shot over and over.
When he was done, he took his foot and pushed me away. I fell backwards on my ass. He stood up and emptied his bladder in my face. His hot yellow pee burned my eyes and made me cough as it went down my throat. I could smell the strong odor as it went up my nose. "You liked it didn't you? You liked servicing my needs didn't you? You want more don't you?" he said still standing over me, his now soft dick hanging between his hairy muscular thighs. "Well next time I am going to make you beg for it. And you will won't you?" I knew that I would, I would need to be with him again, I was hooked.
He threw a dirty oil rag at me and said. "You can hose off in the garage, get cleaned up and get out of here. Your keys are in the car." He pulled his jeans up his legs, shoved his bare feet in his boots while pulling his t-shirt over his head. He shoved his socks in his back pocket, and went back into the outer office. I went naked into the garage and washed in the cold water from the hose, rinsing the sex and blood off. My throbbing hole welcomed the cold water. I dried on the rag he had given me, dressed, and raised the garage door to get my car out. He came to my car window, and handed a receipt to me. It was stamped FIRST PAYMENT, PAID IN FULL. "I'll see you next Wednesday for your next payment." He said "Yes sir." I replied.
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