Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2005 08:11:10 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: GARAGE MECHANIC parts 8 & 9

THE GARAGE MECHANIC. Part 8.

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"You look really sexy Mark." D.T. said "If it wasn't for the rules I'd love
to have sex with you right this minute." I actually blushed, because I really
fancied him, well, his lovely blonde body and mushroom headed cock.
"Anyway," he continued, "better get you dressed."
He took me into another room and handed me a bundle of clothes to put on.
While I dressed I asked him what D. T. stood for, and he said he'd hopefully be
able to show me later, that intrigued me. When I was dressed he gave a long,
low wolf whistle.
"SEXEE!" he purred, handing me a schoolboy cap to finish the ensemble.
He opened a wardrobe door to reveal a long mirror and I looked at myself. I
had on black lace-up shoes, grey woollen socks that rumpled around my ankles,
and a pair of thin grey woollen shorts. Underneath I was wearing a pair of
white cotton Jockey's a size too small, which really emphasised my stiff cock. My
shirt was white, top button undone, with a school tie loosely tied. I had on a
black blazer and D.T. handed me a satchel to go over my shoulder. I looked
the perfect horny schoolboy, especially with my hard on outlined in the thin
material of my shorts. Thank God my foreskin hadn't retracted, I wouldn't have
wanted the Jockey's material rubbing my sensitive glans.
"I look so young." I said, preening in front of the mirror.
"Young and very, very sexy." D.T. said smiling broadly. "I wish I was in the
film with you, but with my long hair I couldn't possibly be, and too many
clients like my hair this length. Now listen carefully. You and a boy called
Head, you'll find out why he's called that during filming, are schoolboys going
home and you sneak into a derelict house for a mutual wank. Oh yes, no matter
what you think when you see him, Head is 17 and a half. Two older guys, who
know your parents, catch you at it. They promise not to tell your parents if you
have sex with them, which you do. The soundtrack will be added later, so you'
ll be given instructions, if you need them, as the filming goes on. There are
three cameras, and you may have to pause while they are re-sited or you are
moved into different positions, but don't worry, there will be a director. O.K.?"

"I think so," I mumbled, " you sure you can't you be there?"
"No Mark, sorry. I have a client, but I'll ask Mr W******** if you can join
me later, for some more training, if you like?"
"Oh, yes please D.T." I replied, brightening up.
He led me into the studio, which was large and very brightly lit. There was a
facade of the front of a derelict house, three large cameras on trolleys, and
obviously a stage behind the facade. I peeked around it and saw a derelict
room, with a couple of large packing cases, one small one, a saw horse and a
low, wide table. Scattered about were what looked like tarpaulins, but as I felt
one I realised they were blankets disguised. There was a side wall with an
open doorway.
I heard footsteps and turned.
"This is Head. Head this is Mark." D.T. said introducing us.
We both said "Hi."
I shook hands shyly as I looked the boy opposite up and down. Head was
probably a little taller than me, and a little chunkier. We were dressed
identically, and he looked as young as I did, about 12 or 13. I could just make out dark
hair under his cap. He was swarthy with brown sparkly eyes. The front of his
shorts was tented out much more than mine, which made me think he couldn't be
wearing any underwear. I shivered in anticipation, it was a nice big bulge.
More footsteps sounded and several people came into the studio. Everybody said "
Hi," or "hello." They went to the cameras, two guys to each camera. More
footsteps and a man of about 60 with long white hair in a ponytail came in and
walked up to me, offering his hand.
"I'm Simon, your director." He said in a camp voice as we shook hands. "I
gather you've been told a rough outline of the plot, so go with the flow. If I
want you to do anything different just follow my directions, don't worry, try
to act naturally. Most of all try and enjoy yourself. The film will be called
JOHNNY AND TOMMY GET TAUGHT A LESSON, you'll be Tommy. Head will whisper
instructions to you if necessary. All right?"
"I think so Sir." I answered with a stammer.
"Good." He clapped his hands and shouted "Action."
Instead of going through the whole two and a half hours it took to film, I'm
going to write this as it was written in the booklet which was sold with the
film. The marketed film was about 40 minutes long, narration by Tommy:
"Johnny took my hand and helped me climb into the house through the broken
window. This was  the second week we'd been coming here for our daily wank on
our way home from school. We'd been playing with each other for a few months
now. Johnny was always bolder than me. Once inside we moved over to the table and
dropped our satchels and blazers onto it. Johnny started to undo my shorts
while I undid his. Our shorts dropped to our ankles and Johnny laughed at my
expression when his cock poked out from under his shirt. He wasn't wearing
underpants! He lifted his shirt and I gazed at his lovely hairless tanned body. His
beautiful hard cock stood proud at it's full 6 inches, almost an inch longer
than mine, and thicker too; his ballsac was longer and looser than mine too.
His long foreskin hid his red knob from my eyes. I lifted my shirt and Johnny
pulled my tight white Jockeys' away form my waist and down my legs. My cock was
really stiff and we both giggled as my foreskin peeled back and exposed my
pink knob. I felt Johnny's cock and he felt mine. Before we started tossing each
other Johnny suggested we lost our shirts and ties, I loved looking at his
body so I readily agreed. We now faced each other naked but for our shorts ,and
my Jockeys lying around our ankles, and our socks and shoes.
Johnny told me he was going to show me something his older brother had taught
him to do, and he dropped to his knees in front of me. I gasped as his tongue
flicked over my knob. I looked down to catch him lick across it again and
take a pearl of precum that had just oozed out. I loved his hand on my cock but
this was something else. My hands were on his shoulders and I squeezed as he
took my whole knob into his mouth and began to worship my knob with his tongue."
Head was one of the best cock suckers I've ever met, he told me as we were
filming that's where he got his nickname. I didn't understand, he had to
explain that "giving head" meant giving a blow-job.
"He fed more of my throbbing cock into his mouth until my knob hit the top of
his throat, then he started to suck me off,  all the time working my knob and
shaft with his tongue. I was trembling with passion, holding on to his
shoulders for balance. I gazed fascinated as he started to fuck his mouth up and
down on my cock, while he cupped a couple of fingers of his spare hand around the
base of my throbbing shaft to toss me as well. I'd never felt sensations like
this before, it was incredible!  I could see Johnny  wanking himself
furiously. He groaned loudly, then I felt something warm hit my legs,  Johnny's
boycum. I lost it, and  my spunk bubbled up my shaft  and I shouted out "I'M
CUMMING!" As my boycum exploded from my cock I realised Johnny had lifted off my
shooting cock and was looking towards the open doorway. Still cumming, all over
Johnny's face and hair I turned, in the doorway stood two men. I recognised
them, Steve and Pete, they were in their late twenties and  they used the same
Club as our parents.
We finally stopped shooting, somehow Johnny hadn't stopped wanking the both
of us, and we  just stared at them as they came closer. Although we'd been
caught out neither of our cocks went down. They told us they wanted to join in or
they'd tell our parents, we looked at each other, Johnny shrugged his
shoulders and told them why not. Not being as bold as him I was a little scared, but
the idea turned me on. As Johnny got to his feet they stripped off their boots,
 jeans and T-shirts. They were both about six feet tall with well developed
bodies. They were both blonde, Steve with cropped hair and hazel eyes, Pete's
hair was longish and his eyes were blue. I couldn't believe my eyes when I
noticed that Steve had a large silvery ring with a ball through his left nipple. I
was even more  amazed when I looked at Pete's nipples, they were pierced by
silvery bars with balls on each end. Both had hairy pubes and legs and Steve
had a hairy chest. Both their cocks were cut and they were wanking them to
stiffness. When hard Steve's was about 8 inches long with a flared knob, Pete's
was a little longer with a torpedo knob. They were about twice my thickness.
They picked us up and lay us on our backs across the table, facing in
opposite directions with our heads hanging over the edge of the table. Steve went to
Johnny's head as Pete came to mine. We were both commanded to suck their
cocks. I  guess Johnny sucked Steve right away, he was obviously used to cock
sucking. But I'd never sucked a cock before, so I kept my mouth firmly shut. Pete
clamped two fingers around my nose, and when I had to open my mouth to breath
he pushed his knob into my mouth, warning me to watch my teeth. He held still
as I got used to the feel and taste of a big cock in my mouth. His precum
trickled down my throat and I found out that I liked the salty sweet taste. I
tentatively licked his knob, causing him to groan. I got bolder and began to suck,
I was getting used to a big cock in my mouth and I liked it. I could feel that
my little boy cock was very hard again. Pete began to rock back and forth
fucking my mouth with about 4 inches of his 8 inch plus cock. I could hear Steve
moaning and groaning as Johnny's expert mouth was working Steve's 8 incher
over.
Then Steve took hold of my stiffy and Pete took hold of Johnny's, when they
started to toss us off our muffled moans joined theirs. I was so sexed up I
knew I wouldn't last and I screamed around Pete's shaft as my back arched and I
shot into the air. I felt my hot boy cum spatter down onto  my writhing body
and I sucked Pete's throbbing cock even harder. I heard a muffled groan from
Johnny and guessed he'd cum too. Pete suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth and
I watched as he wanked furiously, his balls tightened and 5 or 6 jets of
thick mancum shot from his cock slit to cover me and mix with my boycum. I raised
my head and was rewarded with the sight of Steve shooting his load over Johnny'
s boycum covered torso."
The next part took a while to prepare as our holes were loosened and lubed,
ready for a rapid penetration.
End of part eight, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSIVAL92@aol.com)
Paul.
This work is copyrighted to the author copyright March 2005.

THE GARAGE MECHANIC. Part 9.

This story is submitted to nifty under their story guidelines and is
copyrighted to myself the author and cannot be copied in any way shape or form without
my express permission. If you are underage or don't like stories of a
homosexual nature please press the Back button now otherwise enjoy. It is a fiction
so the sex will be unprotected.
As Steve and Pete lubed and stretched our boy holes one of the camera guys
came and took some photos of our cum covered bodies. Eventually we started to
moan sexily as Steve and Pete reamed us with ease with three fingers, and, even
though I'd cum seven times already,  my stiff cock started to leak precum,
which the guy managed to capture on camera. Boy on man sex was really turning me
on, and the thought of guys watching the movie and wanking added an extra
thrill, I was becoming a real sex slut.
"OK lads," Simon called out, "that's enough, they're ready. Action!"
"No sooner had the guys stopped shooting they stuffed their half hard cocks
back into our mouths and ordered us to get them hard again. I needed no
encouragement this time and quickly sucked Pete's 8 inch plus  cock back to full
stiffness. Johnny was as successful because they manoeuvred us around on the table
until we were side by side with our bums on the edge. Before we could react
they'd thrown a rope across our chests and arms and tied it off. It was to keep
us in place they told us? They stripped my jockeys and our shorts off, but
left our socks and shoes on,  leaving us lying flat on our backs, legs dangling
down. Pete lifted my legs and placed my ankles on his shoulders, Steve did the
same with Johnny. When they spat on their hands and rubbed it into their
shafts I started to get scared. As Pete placed his knob against my tiny pink
pucker my worst fears were realised, they were going to fuck us. I started to
complain, but Pete told me to shut up, and he picked up my Jockeys and stuffed them
into my mouth.
They counted to three and plunged forward, the pain in my hole was
incredible, I screamed in agony as Pete's cock seared up my boychute, my scream very
audible even through my Jockeys. I'd clenched my fists and closed my eyes tight.
Johnny had cried out "Oh fuck!" as Steve's mushroom headed knob broke
through his sphincter, but now he was just grunting as Steve began to slowly fuck
him. Pete's pubes were ground  against my soft ass cheeks, he held still,
letting me get used to his cock buried deep inside me. I was in agony, my ring
burned, and it felt like I'd got a baseball bat in my hole. I felt tears trickle
down my face and wondered if Pete's cock had broken something inside me. I felt
something move and realised Pete was flexing his cock inside me. He told me I'
d  be OK, and that it would be easier for me if I tried to relax, and that my
bum would get used to his cock, I couldn't believe him, the pain was awful. As
I opened my eyes I was amazed to see that I'd stayed stiff.  He moved back a
little, then pushed forwards, I cried out again. Ignoring my cries  Pete
started to fuck me in short slow strokes. Every movement of his cock sent waves of
pain through my body and I whimpered into my Jockey, trying desperately to
relax my ring.
Then Pete's throbbing cock  hit some spot inside me and a wave of pleasure
tingled through my cock, I didn't know what was happening but I realised the
pain was ebbing away to a dull ache and my burning ring was just hot. I was
beginning to enjoy getting fucked and relaxed my hole totally. Pete caught on and
speeded up, lengthening his stroke at the same time so that soon only his knob
was left in me on the out stroke. My whimpers turned to moans of pleasure and
Pete reached over and pulled my Jockeys from my mouth telling me he loved to
hear a boy's moans and groans as he had the cum fucked out of him. Johnny began
to chant "Fuck no!" I raised my head and saw that Steve was pulling his cock
all the way out before plunging it back into Johnny's boyhole, his knob was
so much wider than his shaft it must have hurt like hell. But Johnny turned his
head and as I looked into his half glazed eyes he smiled dreamily and,
between grunts,  told me how much bigger and better Steve was compared to  his
brother!
As they pumped away at our boyholes Pete and Steve embraced and kissed each
other passionately, as they played with each others nipple piercings. My cock
was rigid again, my foreskin drawn back and precum trickling from my cock slit.
I looked down at Johnny's, it was as stiff as mine, and Steve must have
pulled his foreskin back for him exposing his lovely red knob which was glistening
with precum.
Suddenly, accompanied by a loud plop, Pete pulled his cock from my hole as
Steve pulled out of Johnny's with a loud squelch. They changed places and I
squealed in pain as Steve's wide knob stretched my ring wide sending a jolt of
pain through me, but once it was past my sphincter I relaxed around his shaft and
enjoyed the fucking once again. Johnny and I were writhing and moaning, our
sweat covered bodies suffused red. Steve and Pete were also sweating profusely
and grunting loudly as they pounded away at our boyholes. They looked at each
other and Steve nodded, in unison they pulled their cocks clear of our hot
holes then plunged straight back in. The pain this time as the wide knob opened
my sphincter was exquisite and I groaned in ecstasy, more so when his knob hit
that special spot. The fifth time Steve's 8 inch cock left my hole and plunged
back in I shuddered and stiffened and my cock fired boycum high into the air
to land onto my dried cum covered body. I shot every time Steve plunged his
cock back into my ravaged hole, 6 times in all. On my second or third shot
Johnny had cried out and I'd turned my head to see his boycum shoot out from his
quivering cock. Like Steve Pete kept fucking him, and , like me, every time Pete
ground home another load of spunk was forced from his stiff 6 inches. I think
he shot 9 times.
As we lay back exhausted Steve and Pete withdrew their cocks for the last
time; our legs dropped to the floor as they released them. They grabbed each
others' cocks and  tossed each other a couple of times then shot their hot mancum
together, all over our torsos, joining our cooling boy cum. We looked a right
mess, our bodies covered in wet and dry cum. They untied the rope and quickly
dressed, we didn't move, we were too exhausted, we'd been well and truly
fucked, we just lay there chests heaving, cocks softening, arses aching. As they
reached the doorway Steve turned.
"Same time tomorrow boys, don't be late!" he said, grinning.
THE END"
" Cut" yelled Simon clapping his hands. "Brilliant boys, brilliant. I must
start editing this right away." And he left the room.
Head and I just lay there exhausted, me more so I think, I'd cum 8 times
today, I couldn't believe it, but at least my cock had finally gone down. The
camera guy finished off taking stills of our cum soaked bodies, he said goodbye
and left the room after all the other guys. Head sat up.
"Come on Mark, let's get cleaned up." He said kindly as he helped me off the
table. "You did really well, everybody will be so pleased, you're a natural."

End of part nine, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSIVAL92@aol.com)
Paul.This work is copyrighted to the author copyright March 2005.