Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 01:04:41 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Keeping Bodie Happy

                       KEEPING BODIE HAPPY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "I can't believe you dumped college for this." grumped Dad as he drove
us to work.
     "Aw, come on, Dad, you know I sucked at school!" I reminded him. "I
barely graduated, and you want me to go to college? Besides, I know cars as
good as you do! I'll work with you and learn the job and maybe one day, I
can take over the place when you're ready to retire."
     "Learn the job." Dad gave a grunt. "Only one rule you need to know
about my business, Carl."
     "What's that, Dad?"
     "Keep Bodie happy."
     "Huh?" I knew who Bodie was, though I'd barely met the guy (Dad didn't
like me to come by his work or hang around if I did, I'd learned how to fix
cars in my school's vocational program). Bodie was one of Dad's three
mechanics. A big, broad, strong man, he was a genius at fixing cars, could
lift any car's front quarter up with one hand while he worked on it with
the other (he was that strong), and he was dumber than a doorknob. "Why?"
     "Bodie's my best mechanic, he does the work of two other men. As long
as he's happy, he works hard and does everything right. Customers love his
work when he's happy. But when he's not happy, he messes up and puts us
days behind time, every time. Last time that happened, his dog had
died. You remember last March, don't you?"
     I had, Dad had suddenly started working all weekend and late nights.
     "Three fucking weeks for him to get over it enough to get himself a
new dog and get back to work. So something makes him unhappy, I'm going to
be unhappy, and I'll fire the fucker that makes him unhappy, even if it is
my own son. You got that?"
     "I got it, Dad."
     "Then we're good to go."
     And we were, things went smooth for the first two weeks. Bodie did the
majority of the work, I swear, that huge hulk could rebuild an engine in
the time it took me to replace a set of spark plugs! I would look over and
there he was, a huge man with deep brown hair, solid but rounded face,
broad shoulders, powerful arms, massive chest, it all moved in smooth
harmony over the cars he was working on, I was constantly amazed at how
easily he handled heavy weights or performed ridiculously hard tasks with
such smooth ease. He didn't talk much, and what he did say was rather
elementary in nature ("Hand me that seven-sixteenths wrench, will you?" or
"Watch out for that hose there!"), so I couldn't say I knew him even
then. He had himself a girlfriend who could make him smile broadly and even
laugh. But otherwise, he was quiet, competent and strong, a real asset to
my Dad's business.
     So you can imagine how I felt that day I got to work (I'd bought my
own car by then, with my first paycheck as a down payment) to find Bodie
raising all kinds of Cain! He was throwing things around! He threw a wrench
while I was watching and put a huge ding right in the side of a brand-new
Lincoln Continental, and my father saw me and said, "Carl, watch out!
Duck!"
     I ducked, because Bodie had thrown the next wrench right at my head! I
got under it and stayed with my body down and ran towards Bodie with some
vague thought of trying to get him down and under control. I knew we'd have
to take care of every one of those damaged cars, for free. Part of my
paycheck was by commission, working for free meant not only lost money for
the work I'd done, but lost money because I couldn't work at anything else!
     But Bodie saw me and partly because I was new and hadn't done anything
to him and even brought him a Coke now and then, he stopped throwing
things!
     "Carl, get away from there!"
     I ignored my Dad. "Bodie? Bodie, man, what is it?"
     "She left me! Bonnie went and left me!" Bodie moaned. "Just packed up
and left! Just left!"
     Oh, God! This had to be five times worse than him losing his dog!
"Come on, man, buck up!" I told him. "Maybe she'll come back."
     "No, she won't! She called me!"
     "Oh." I chewed this over with the scant knowledge of women I'd gained
in my eighteen years of life so far. "Did she say why she left?"
     Dad and the other mechanics had cleared out and were off down the
road. Dad had told me about Bodie's anger kicks, best thing to do was not
be there for him to throw things at you. Leave him alone, let him calm down
and then come back and assess the damage. Five thousand dollars of damage
the last time, and that was just the parts, not to mention the lost labor.
     So just me and him there and I said as much, "Come on, Bodie, just you
and me here now. Why'd she leave you, did she say why?"
     "Yeah, she said why!" Bodie moaned and picked up another wrench (he
was standing next to a whole rack of them, and it was less than half
depleted by him so far).
     "So why'd she say she left?"
     "Said she couldn't take it anymore!" And he threw the wrench which
went right though the Continental's passenger side window.
     "Couldn't take what?" This sounded like real personality problems, she
didn't like something he was doing.
     "Couldn't take me fucking her!" And he scooped up and flung another
wrench at the Continental. "Said I was too big, and too rough! Said I was
hurting her! Said I did it too often, too!"
     "Oh, shit!" I put in. But he was getting to the big wrenches now. I
saw my paychecks going down the craphole, maybe even Dad having to close
the business. "She dumped you because of that?" I had to say something,
"That's stupid! She's got to have something wrong with her to turn you down
because of that!"
     "You think so?" Bodie put the wrench back! I had him now!
     "Sure, there's got to be lots of women out there who'd love to have
you ram their pussies. You just got to get out there and find them." And I
added, "Hell, if you're big enough, there are lots of guys who wouldn't
mind you fucking their ass, either."
     That was where I made my big mistake. Bodie asked, "You mean that?
There are guys who want me to fuck them?"
     "Sure, there's probably lots of them."
     "Guys who'd want to ride on this?" Bodie grabbed his crotch. He was
wearing a jumpsuit, it was tight around his shoulders but loose at his
waist.
     "I'm sure there would be." I said, watching him unzip his fly. Fish
inside it. Hell, the guy wasn't wearing any underwear!
     And then he reeled it out. I have to say "reeled" because Bodie was
hung like a freaking horse! Not that I've seen horse's cocks, but you know
what I mean! He let it flop and it dangled down to where it was close to
his knees. It didn't reach them...but not by much, not by much!
     "You see what I mean?" Bodie went on. "She says this is too big for
her. Said it's too big for anyone! Said I should just whack it off the rest
of my life and spare some poor woman the pain!"
     I was losing him again. "Bodie, that's not true!"
     "No, she's right! Nobody wants to even touch this!" Bodie was getting
all worked up all over again. "Most women see it and run away! Scared of
it! How about you, are you scared of it?"
     "No, Bodie, no!"
     "You don't mean that!" he mourned, and picked up another wrench.
     I had to act fast. My paycheck, for several weeks or more, was at
stake here, and I had car payments! "Sure, I do, Bodie! Sure I do!" And I
dove down onto my knees in front of Bodie, a sliding routine any
extravaganza impresario would be proud of. It put his dong (that long
salami monster) right in front of my face.
     But it stopped Bodie in his tracks. He was looking down with
astonishment. Which is better than angry, as it didn't involve him doing
damage to other people's property.
     I lifted his dong and wasn't surprised that it grew even larger in my
hand. It had been flopped out after all, now it was getting stiff. Oh, my
God! No wonder Bonnie had given up. This thing was huge! At least a foot
long, and thick around, too! I couldn't compare it to anything, bigger than
a banana by a lot, smaller than a man's arm just as much. Imagine something
halfway between those two, and you'll have an idea of what I held in my two
hands.
     "I just want someone to love it for me!" Bodie moaned. "Someone to
take care of it, and milk it out when it needs it. That's not asking so
much, is it?"
     "No, Bodie, no." I soothed him. "It's not asking too much."
     "Then do it for me, okay, do it for me."
     What else could I do? Like I said, my paycheck was on the line. Bodie
hadn't done that much damage yet, a thousand or so, a few days, and we'd be
back on track. I'd arrived in time to stop the worst of it...if I could
keep it stopped. Otherwise, a lot of wrenches were left in that rack!
     So I lifted my lips up and caught that oversized glans in my mouth
like taking in a whole apricot, and gently sucked on it. I had to get this
thing greased up if I was going to....
     Bodie's hands caught hold of my head and shoved it down onto his cock!
"Glmph!" was all I could manage, and then even that sound was blocked.
     "Oh, ohhh, yeahhh, come on, Carl, you can suck it, suck it for me,
suck it!" Bodie rumbled and his powerful hands began to force my head up
and down on his manhood. I managed not to choke on it, but it was a thick
pole being shoved inside my throat with every thrust of his hands and hips,
I held onto what composure I had left in this humiliating position and let
him fuck my face.
     "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" he grunted as he pumped at my mouth. My saliva had
managed to work up enough lubrication on this fleshy invader to make it all
not quite so raw. I was even getting into it a little and reached down to
undo my pants.
     I got them unzipped and Bodie noticed what I was doing. "You getting
into this, are you?"
     "Mm-hmm!" I mumbled my agreement, and was surprised to have Bodie's
hands release my head. I mean, he was being rough, but without his help, I
never could have managed this huge schlong.
     Then he yanked it out of my mouth again and I was even more
surprised. "What's wrong, Bodie?" I asked him.
     "Nothing." He growled. "Time for me to fuck you, is all."
     Then I realized, my pants lowered to the tops of my legs, with my dick
hanging out and my butt mostly exposed, what he had thought. He'd thought I
was offering to let him fuck me! I started to say "No, Bodie, that's not
what I meant!" but he turned me around and shoved me toward that poor
Lincoln Continental which was taking all his abuse. I landed on the hood
and sprawled partially over it, and Bodie's hands were yanking my pants
down.
     "Oh, oh, Bodie!" I murmured. "I don't know about this."
     "Don't worry, it'll go in." Bodie assured me.
     That wasn't what I was worried about, it was the damage it would do
while it was going in. I was trying to figure out how to say that, without
getting Bodie upset again (remember, the whole reason this had gotten
started in the first place!), when his cock head touched that huge blob of
a cockhead to my butthole. Suddenly, I got the worst case of the willies
you can imagine!
     "Bodie, I don't think this is going to work!" I wavered and then he
crammed his dong into me! I threw my head back and howled as I felt my ass
being stuffed to capacity and beyond! Bodie didn't stop pushing until he
had rammed the major part of that pud into my bunghole, and I was yowling
like a cat in heat. He didn't pay me the least attention, just pushed it in
like I'd said, then began to hump back and forth, like I was used to taking
his prick all the time! I yelled and then moaned and then sobbed as he kept
on ramming my butt, but he didn't pay the least attention.
     I looked over my shoulder at Bodie. At least he wasn't angry any
more. His face looked strangely soft, at peace. Like this was the one time,
the one way, in which his mind and body were functioning in perfect
harmony. Looking at him, him looking like this, I felt a strange sense of
triumph. This was the man who'd been lifting up automobiles all by himself,
been hoisting engines up with one hand while his other hand worked his
wrench. A preposterously strong man, but a girl had broken his heart, and
I'd made it whole again.
     And my body decided that this cock wasn't such a bad thing after
all. The pain had abated, but now I felt the growing joy of being fucked by
a huge pud. My prostate wasn't just being stroked, it was being mauled with
the huge glans knocking it back and forth like a pair of ping-pong balls,
and my pleasure was exponentially driven into overdrive by the thrusts of
this superb specimen of manhood.
     So I stopped howling in pain and started moaning in pleasure. My ass
milked at Bodie's prong and he felt it, I guess, for he murmured, "Yeah,
you like that, don't you? Shit, I gotta come now, get ready for it, here it
comes! A-huh-GUH-HUHHHH-GUH-HUHHHHHH!" And my ass was suddenly squelching
with his spunk as he kept right on jamming that hard rod at me.
     And I was overcome by my own orgasm, I groaned and splattered the
Lincoln Continental with my jizz, and then it was done and I slumped onto
the car's hood and Bodie landed on top of me, his chest heaving hard, his
weight crushing me under him, pinned and unable to move.
     "Ah, hell, that was good." Bodie told me as he rose. "You're a damned
good fuck!"
     "I'm glad you liked it." I said. "I liked it too, after I got used to
it."
     "Yeah, damned good fuck." Bodie said and then he regarded the
car. "This is going to need a new window and new side and front quarter
panels. The hood, I can bang out those little dents. Then a new paint job
on all three and it'll be good as new."
     "That's good." I agreed. "I think you got the Accord over there as
well with one of those wrenches."
     When Dad and the other mechanics dared to show up, we had the
Continental undone and were banging out the hood dings. Dad didn't say
anything but went on in to order the new car parts and call the owner to
tell him his car would be delayed.
     My job duties took me away from Bodie after that, but at lunchtime, he
came over and handed me a twenty and told me to go pick up lunch for both
of us. A perk of being fucked by him, I decided, and took off and got us
some burgers and fries. We ate together, and when done, Bodie casually got
up and said, "Okay, we got a half hour. Let's fuck."
     "Huh?" I said but he was undoing his pants.
     "Here?" I asked. Dad and the mechanics were in plain sight.
     Bodie didn't care, and he didn't argue, he proceeded to strip down my
pants (I helped him with that, he might have torn them off me if I hadn't)
and then I was bent over and being rammed by him while Dad and the
mechanics watched him do me. My face flushed bright red, and to my intense
mortification, I came again when he did. I couldn't help myself, that hard
dong was just so damned talented!
     Bodie got me again around three in the afternoon, just told Dad we
were taking a break and Dad nodded and waved him away. I waited until Bodie
was in the bathroom afterward and went over and said, "Dad?"
     "Yes, Son?"
     "I don't get it. Bodie's fucking my ass right in front of you, and you
act like nothing is happening!"
     Dad made a half-smile and a shrug. "Well, at first it surprised
me. But then again, you managed to stop him from wrecking the place. Saved
me more'n ten thousand dollars, I reckon. And I did tell you the one thing
to remember was to keep Bodie happy."
     I remembered. "Yeah, you did. Well, he's happy now. Long as I let him
fuck my ass anytime he wants to." I grimaced. "I don't know how long I can
take that."
     "Take it as long as you can. Think of it as job security." Dad got up
and adjusted his tool belt. "I'll have your mother pack up your things and
we'll deliver them to Bodie's house this evening."
     It took me a few seconds to process that last thing he said. "You mean
I have to go live with him, too?"
     Dad just turned and said, "You do if he's going to fuck you three
times a night like he did Bonnie."
     And that was just how things turned out. I've been getting fucked six
or seven times a day ever since and I am fucking worn out (pun
intentional). But Bodie's never been happier.
                             THE END
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