Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2014 18:03:56 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving the Mechanic

  The story is for those of eighteen years or over.All comments, good or
bad will be answered.

  Part One.

   The only thing I had to remind me of my parents was a few photographs,
for they were killed in a road accident when I was just a toddler. It was
my uncle and aunt who raised me, and a good job they did too and really
helped me in my education. It was because of the car accident that my
parents had been involved in, made me want to know everything there was
about motor vehicles of all types. Not wanting to be just a mechanic and
tie myself to just being a garage hand, decided that the best place to
learn was in the army. The REME's to be precise.

  So I knuckled down to do my studying having found out the requirements to
join this part of the armed forces, the G.C.S.E.'s and the grades required.
When I reached the age of eighteen, I then applied to join the army and was
taken on and became a Vehicle Mechanic B (VM(B). Mind you, I still had to
go through all the training to become a soldier as well as spending twenty
weeks in my mechanical training, which I passed quite high in, and spent
two years in Germany and three in the Middle East.

  Even though I was in areas of military combat, I didn't have cause to
become involved in any of the fighting, just seeing that the vehicles used
were in tip top condition. Whilst in Germany, I was promoted to corporal
and out in the deserts of Iraq and Iran, was made up to a sergeant. But
after five years of this and now fully qualified in being able to service
and repair all kinds of vehicles and having the licence to drive up to the
biggest that can be driven on the roads, decided to leave the army and find
the work I was now qualified to do.

  Having always spent my leave at my uncle and aunts home where I was
brought up, decided that I would move out and find a good firm to work for,
which could be anywhere in the country. I was now twenty three years old
and time to fly the nest and this I did, but still stayed in contact with
them, sending them birthday and Christmas cards and the odd visits over the
coming years.

  With my army pay being saved over the years, was now free to roam the
country having listed all the major haulage firms, checking them out. It
was three weeks after I'd started looking at those listed that I came
across Webb's Haulage, a family run business in the Midlands.

  Here I got lucky, for one of their drivers had just cracked some bones in
his leg and was hospitalised. He had just returned from a trip to Germany
and on getting out of the cab, had fallen and done the damage to his leg
which meant he was out of action for at least three months. With the owner,
Graham Webb, the father of the firm, looking through my credentials, took
me on immediately. Not only to do the regular run to Germany, my having
learned to speak the language as well, would then also be able to service
the other trucks that they had instead of having to pay the firm they
usually used in doing this.

  Their yard and house, which was on the premises, was out on the edge of
town and so found myself some lodgings in town and would have to take a bus
to get there in the mornings. It would be a few days before the next run to
Germany, so I got to know the Webb family members. Graham Webb, the owner,
looked after the foreign contracts. His eldest son Michael, thirty years of
age, looked after the England contracts and was married to Sheila who
looked after the house with the wife of Graham having died some years
before. The second son, Peter, twenty eight years old, was in charge of the
drivers. He had two daughters, Katherine, twenty five years old, was known
as Katie and ran the household and was helped in the kitchen by Sheila.
Katie also looked after the canteen and I found out later that she was a
lesbian. She was sometimes helped out by the younger daughter called
Samantha, though she preferred to be called Sam, who was the same age as
myself.

  The day came round for my first run to Germany, this truck doing the
journey twice a month, taking a whole week there and back, sleeping in the
cab which had a fold down bed behind the driver's seat. The day before this
first trip for me, I gave the truck an overhaul and was satisfied that it
was road worthy and was given enough money to buy fuel on the journey. I
didn't have to pay the ferry for this was done on a contract basis and paid
direct from the office.

  So early the next morning, I took the truck out to call on two firms to
load the truck for me to deliver to two other firms in Hamburg and Cologne,
known as Koln in Germany. I had been given maps of where to collect from
and the places for delivery.

  With the collections being made, it was then down to Dover for the ferry
crossing, my slot having already being booked and so landed in France that
evening where I then had my sleep. The times of my stopping had to be
observed because of the tachograph, (the name used by drivers which really
was named as being a tachometer), which registered the times that the
vehicle was in motion and the speed, having to follow the rules laid down
by law.

  I soon made the deliveries, only having to ask once in each town exactly
where it was that I had to deliver to, before then making my way to
Amsterdam in Holland to collect some goods for delivery in England. Then it
was off to catch the ferry at Calais to deliver what I had collected and
was back in our depot exactly a week after departure.

  Graham called me into his office and congratulated me on my first trip
without having had any problems. As there wouldn't be a Germany run for
another two weeks, he expected me to check over the other six vehicles and
be prepared to take another truck out if some other driver failed to turn
up for work. This I understood and went off and caught a bus to drop me off
near the place that I had lodgings in.

  With the next day being a Saturday, having this day off and the Sunday,
strolled around the town to have my meals and find a decent pub to have a
beer in. On the Sunday, I went and saw a movie before stopping off at a pub
later for a meal and a pint.

  On Monday, I was laying on a small trolley beneath a truck when I had my
foot kicked. I propelled out from under and looked up to see that it was
Sam who had kicked my foot.

  `How was your first trip Eddie?' she asked, looking down at me. I forgot
to tell you that my name really was Edward. Edward Arthur May was the name
I was given when christened, but had always been called Eddie. This was the
second time I had seen Sam, the first being in the canteen and she had then
been wearing an overall, but now without it, could clearly see that she had
a really nice figure, being rather big on top and a narrow waist coupled
with a lovely smile. Still lying on my back on the trolley, could see quite
clearly that she was wearing white panties and had nice slender legs.

  `Fine Sam. Just fine,' I replied. I could see that her eyes were running
up and down my body as I had looked at hers. Being underneath the truck, I
had taken off my T shirt and I was wearing a pair of cut down jeans. That's
having cut the legs off to make them like shorts.

  `You've got a nice physique Eddie,' she said with a smile, which was true
having really kept myself fit whilst in the army.

  `I can say the same for you Sam,' I replied, giving her a smile back.

  `It's tea break in ten minutes. I thought you ought to know,' she said.

  `I'd prefer coffee if it's possible,' I replied, sitting up with my legs
now astride of the trolley. I saw her eyes look down at my groin and felt
myself getting hard inside the tight shorts at the smile she gave me, which
I'm sure she noticed.

  `I can do that for you,' she said, the tip of her tongue coming out from
her mouth and moving across her lips. Her eyes were bright and shining and
wondered if she could do more for me too. I wasn't a virgin when it came to
sex having had a few girl friends when I was stationed out in Germany, and
wondered if there was a chance of bedding her. `See you in the canteen
then,' she said before turning away and walking off to where the canteen
was with me watching the way her bum moved from side to side as she walked
away.

  I got up from the trolley and went off to the toilets where I could wash
my hands and went into one of the cubicles and pulled out my erection that
she had caused and jerked myself off, sending my cum into the toilet bowl.
When it was back to its normal state, went off to the canteen where there
were a couple of other guys having their tea and a bun, or something like
that to eat, and got my coffee from Sam, declining the snack offered. I
took my coffee and went and joined the other two men in there and
introduced myself. They had the advantage of already knowing my name and
told me theirs. One, Roger, it was his truck I was servicing, asked if it
would be ready by lunchtime for he had an afternoon run. I assured him it
would be ready by then.

  We made small talk for the fifteen minute break, them wanting to know
what it had been like in the army, noting my chest and arms being muscular
without me wearing a shirt like they were, and were quite impressed at what
I told them, or so I liked to think.

  With the break over, I was back under the truck and finally passed it as
roadworthy for Roger to then take it over to do his run. The other guy,
Brian, had already left the yard and so I was the only one in the canteen
for lunch that was served up to me by Sam who also got herself something to
eat and sat down with me. She wanted to know all the in and outs of what I
had been doing before coming to work for her dad. So for the whole hour of
my lunch break, I told her of life in the army. Only getting back a little
information about herself, which wasn't much.

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  I did another three runs to Germany without any problems and we were
expecting Steve, the driver who had splintered his leg falling out of the
truck I was driving, back within a couple of weeks. I was in the yard
cleaning out the cab of my truck, it being late afternoon, when Peter came
out into the yard and called me over.

  `Come with me into town,' he began. `Brian's had an accident in town.' So
I followed him to his car and got in and he drove us off to the police
station. That was our destination as Brian was there and on the way, he
told me what he knew so far.  `Brian had just started to cross the main
road with the green light when a motor cyclist tried to jump the red one on
his side. He tried to swerve to miss Brian, but skidded and him and the
bike collided with the underside of the truck. He must have damaged the
fuel tank for they had to tow the truck off to the side of the road and
have a fire engine spray the road to clear away the diesel that had come
out of the tank. That's all I know of at the moment.'

  It wasn't long before we arrived at the police station, having passed our
truck to where it had been towed. Brian had been breathalysed and they had
taken his tachograph out of the cab. He passed the test and the taco was
okay in respect of his driving time and speed of the truck when he moved
off with having the green light. The police had witness reports to say that
cleared Brian as it was the fault of the motor cyclist that resulted in the
collision. They gave Peter the details of the cyclist, who had been taken
to the hospital with cuts and bruises for him to claim the insurance, plus
the tachograph disc and keys to the truck, and with Brian, left the police
station.

  We stopped where the truck was parked and I went underneath to inspect
the damage and found that the tank was still leaking diesel and that the
connecting pipe had broken away from the tank.

  `I can't fix it here,' I told Peter when I pulled myself out from
underneath the truck. `It'll have to be towed to the yard.' Peter nodded
and used his mobile phone to call up a towing agency and we waited till the
tow truck arrived and it wasn't long before the front wheels were off the
ground with the front chained and hauled up. With the truck being towed
away, we followed it to the yard when it finished up now being home for me
to see to repairing the damage.

  We'd been away for over three hours and it was just coming up to
nightfall, so I got some lights out into the yard and placed on the ground
so that I could properly inspect the damage. The first thing was to put a
can beneath the tank and drained it of what fuel was left inside. Then I
got the steam cleaning equipment out and really cleaned out the tank and
where some fuel had spread on the ground. As I was going to use some
welding equipment and didn't want the bloody think catching fire. I had to
cut away the damaged bracket first to replace it later and saw to sealing
the tank first before I could do this.

  With the tank now okay with it being sealed and a new bracket fitted, I
broke off working as I was given something to eat in the canteen as it was
now well past dinner time. After that, it was to fix the new piece of pipe
into place that fed the engine. With this in place, I siphoned some fuel
into the tank and managed to get the engine started. I let it run for a
little while, checking underneath to see that the seams of the tank were
not leaking and then drove the truck over to where the fuel pump was and
filled the tank.

  Brian had been sent home just after our arrival at the yard as there was
no point in him hanging around. Peter had brought me out some coffee before
I had finished and with it all now done and the truck fit and ready for the
next day's run, found that it was well past midnight. Graham, Katie and Sam
had come out into the yard when we had first gotten the truck in but had
now all gone to bed.

  `You look absolutely filthy,' said Peter when I had finished. `You need a
good shower. And as it's late, you might as well sleep here for the
night. Come,' and beckoned me to follow him to the big house where the
family lived. It really was big too, being built in Queen Victoria's
time. The hall light was still on as well as the inside light for the
stairs that led up to their bedrooms. I followed him up and into his
bedroom where, some years earlier, he told me, all the bedrooms had had
separate bathrooms installed. He took me into what was a large bathroom
having not only the usual things there, but a big shower too. He turned
this on and watched as I took my dirty clothes off, not fit for wearing now
without being washed, and got under the hot water and washed myself with
him there the whole time.

  With me being clean, I got out of the shower where he handed me a big
towel to dry myself and wrapping it round my waist when done, followed him
back into the bedroom.

  `You don't mind sleeping in the same bed with me?' he asked, to which I
said I didn't, having had to sleep with other guys when out in the
desert. `Sleep on the right,' he said as he began to take his clothes off
while I had only the towel to take off and got into bed and watched him,
now being as naked as I was, get into the bed alongside me. `I'll let you
have some of my clothes in the morning as yours are not fit to wear now
until they've been cleaned. You've done a good bit of repairing the truck
which dad will thank you for in the morning,' he said. With that, he turned
off the bedside lamp and we settled down to sleep.

  It was a few minutes later, me lying on my left side when his body came
up against mine, feeling his naked body nestle up against mine. His right
hand began to stroke me from the armpit down to my thigh.

  `You've got a nice strong body Eddie,' he whispered as he stroked me and
wasn't really surprised when his hand came over my thigh from the stroking
and taking hold of my cock which had started to rise up with what his hand
had been doing. `A nice big cock too,' as his fingers curled round the
shaft and began rubbing his hand up and down making it rise up into a full
erection. He did this for a minute or two, giving me a thrill of having his
hand holding it in a firm grip before he spoke again. `Have you ever had
this sucked before?'

  `Once,' I replied, my voice quite croaky.

  `Man or woman?' he asked.

  `A woman,' I replied.

  `Well it's such a lovely cock, would you let me suck on it and be the
first man to do so?'

  I didn't know what to say, and with me not saying anything, took my
silence to be a yes, for he moved his body back away from me and still
holding my hard and throbbing cock in his hand, pulled me over onto my
back. His hand still holding me fast and moving it up and down as I felt
him move further down the bed and under the covers. I felt his cheek slide
down over my stomach and felt his hot breath over the head of my cock as he
eased the foreskin right down and had him take it into his mouth.

  Boy, that was hot and couldn't help the gasp that I gave out at having my
cock for the second time being taken into a mouth that seemed on fire it
was that hot. My body trembled and twitched as his tongue moved over the
bare flesh, touching the G string, giving me a thrilling tingle that moved
up and down my spine. His head began bobbing up and down in an opposite
motion to his hand, really giving me a thrill at my not using my own hand
in jerking myself off. I could feel his saliva coating the head making it
easier to move in his mouth, his lips tight just under the head and gave
out a groan at the pleasure he was giving me. So much so, that I wasn't far
off cumming.

  `I'm going to cum,' I gasped at feeling the suction as well as his tongue
roving round the bare flesh.

  `I know,' he said, briefly lifting his head up off of my cock. `Let it go
for me to taste,' and took it back into his mouth to continue of the
sucking, his hand gripping me tight and moving a bit faster in moving it up
and down.

  The cheeks of my bum tightened and began to slightly lift my hips up
towards him as I felt my cum starting its journey up to oblivion, finally
erupting into his mouth, giving him at least six shots. Being empty my body
then relaxed as I felt my cum being moved over and round the head of my
cock with his tongue and then that extra pressure as he sucked it up into
his throat for him to swallow. He carried on using his tongue to sweep over
and round the head, cleaning it up before lifting his head up and giving it
a kiss before moving back up in the bed, his hand still slowly moving up
and down the slowly deflating cock of mine.

  `You taste lovely Eddie,' he whispered and had him kiss the side of my
neck, his breath hot against my skin. `Will you let me do it again in the
morning?'

  `Ye...yes,' I stammered. `It was better than that woman did.'

  `Lovely,' he crooned, his hand now leaving my cock that was now only half
as hard as it had been a few minutes ago, and began stroking my chest as he
cuddled up close to me, feeling his erection pressing up against my thigh,
me hoping that he didn't ask me to suck on him, which he didn't, and that
was when we both fell asleep.

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