Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 10:04:42 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Real Garage Mechanic 14

THE REAL GARAGE MECHANIC. Part fourteen.

THIS IS A GAY FANTASY. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ IT FOR ANY REASON
PLEASE LEAVE NOW. THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS ARE FICTICIOUS. THE SEX WILL BE
UNPROTECTED. PLEASE PRACTISE SAFE SEX.
I was almost insensible by now, I vaguely recall Mr. Dev scooping me up in
his strong arms and carrying me to the bathroom where he lowered me gently into
a warm bath. Gil was with him and he shampooed all the cum from my hair while
Mr. Dev gently sponged my torso down. They were talking softly to me all the
time, I seem to recall they kept emphasising what a good boy I'd been. I couldn'
t stop yawning, I was so very tired and my body ached all over. They stood me
up and I clung to Mr. Dev as Gil tenderly cleaned out my bumhole, the soapy
water stung a bit. Then they showered me down, and towelled me dry. Mr. Dev
embraced me and lifted me from the bath. I clung to his hairy chest as Gil
smoothed a soothing cream all around my bumhole and some inside, it felt really
good. Mr Dev carried me into the bedroom and lay me down on my stomach, I went to
sleep instantly. Some time later I vaguely heard soft voices and felt someone
lifting me, but I didn't even open my eyes, I was so tired.
When I eventually awoke sunlight was streaming in through an open-curtained
window. As I sat up in bed and stretched I realised I was in a different
bedroom, in a strange bed. I threw the bedclothes off and stood up. I was still
naked and as I yawned and stretched again I looked down and noticed that my cock
was finally soft. My mouth was dry and my throat felt tender. As I walked over
to the window I winced, my bum-hole hurt a bit. I looked out onto a large,
well kept garden, so I knew I was in someone's house. The door opened and in
walked Mr. Dev, he had on slacks and a short-sleeved shirt.
"Good morning Mark, I was in the kitchen and I heard you getting up." He
said in his deep melodious voice.
"I took the liberty of bringing you back to my house. I trust that you slept
well?"
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir. Er, where are my clothes? I'd better get dressed
before your wife sees me."
Mr. Dev chuckled.
"My wife's visiting relatives, no one else is here and no one will be able
to see you from the road; so, if you are comfortable with it I'd prefer you to
stay naked, I love looking at your naked young body."
I reddened slightly before replying.
"Oh, no, I don't really mind being naked in front of you Sir, but I don't
really feel like sex just yet. My throat's a bit sore and my bumhole aches quite
a bit, and after all the sex this weekend I haven't even got my usual morning
woody!"
Mr. Dev laughed out loud and ruffled my hair.
"I thought your throat might be sore," he handed me a bottle he'd taken from
his slacks' pocket. "so drink this. I'm not expecting to have sex with you
today, your boyhole needs time to heal up. How is it by the way Mark?"
"It still feels a bit sore Sir, but I'm not in pain, just an ache."
"When you've finished in the bathroom call me and I'll put some more cream
on it for you. The bathroom's en-suite, through that door over there, use it
while I make some breakfast for us both. Oh, I nearly forgot, there's a pair of
slippers in the bathroom for you too."
He ruffled my hair again and gently squeezed one of my arse cheeks then he
left. I drank the bottle of thick creamy liquid, it really seemed to help ease
the soreness in my throat, then I went into the bathroom. It was massive
compared to ours, there were two hand basins, a bath, a separate shower, the toilet,
and what I guessed was a bidet. Apart from lots of mirrors, and a large
cabinet, the walls were fully tiled, as was the floor and there were deep, fluffy
rugs everywhere; there were  a load of fluffy white towels on a heated
hand-rail, pure luxury. I did the necessary, even, very, very  carefully, washing my
bumhole at the bidet. I went back into the bedroom, opened the door and called
out to Mr. Dev.
When I told him I'd used the bidet he had me lie face down on the bed as he
gently applied the cream, telling me that my boyhole would be as good as new by
tonight, I even felt my cock stir a little during his ministrations. I
followed him downstairs and he led me into the kitchen and told me to sit at the
table. The kitchen, like the bedroom was large and luxurious. Mr. Dev served me a
mug of what he called restorative herbal tea and placed a plate of pastry
things in front of me telling me that he couldn't cook so his wife always left
him lots of Indian delicacies, these were lamb and pea samosas. They were
delicious, I must have eaten ten or more and I still love them today. As I wolfed
the samosas down Mr. Dev explained that I'd been such a good boy he'd got
another friend of his, who was Postmaster at the Post Office in town, to open me an
account. When he showed me the pass-book I nearly choked, he'd deposited 250
in it! he added that if we had a similar weekend in the future I'd get the
same amount again. I was totally gobsmacked. He warned me to spend it carefully,
not to let my Dad know, maybe even to wait until I was 16 and working before
I used it, let the interest mount up. I decided to put it to the back of my
mind, I'd think about it later.
By the time I'd drunk my tea and finished my samosas Mr. Dev said it was
nearly time to run me home. I looked down, my cock was hardening, and when I
thought of Mr. Dev's big thick cock it twitched. Putting on what I hoped was my
sexiest smile, I looked into Mr. Dev's eyes, he was sat opposite me drinking tea,
and cleared my throat to get his attention.
"Mr. Dev, … do you think we've got time for me to suck your lovely big fat
cock. I couldn't swallow it, my throat's not ready, but I'd love to suck it
and eat your mancum. If you like we could 69, that's if you like my little-boy
cock enough?"
Mr. Dev chuckled and shook his head tutting softly.
"You really are incorrigible Mark, and one very sexy boy."
He stood up and smiled down at me.
"Come on then, we've just about got time, we'll go up to the bedroom."
I cheered and ran up the stairs, I kicked off the slippers and flung myself
down onto the bed on my back. I tossed my half-hard cock until it was stiff, it
only took a couple of pulls. Mr. Dev walked in, he'd already removed his
shirt which he draped across the back of a chair. He dropped his slacks and as he
straightened up after removing them he was totally naked. His cock was
pointing straight at me as it lengthened and thickened, and I saw a pearl of precum
ooze from his cock-slit. I licked my lips and swallowed.
We lay sideways on the bed to make up for the height difference, and I was
able to take Mr. Dev's knob and about an inch of shaft into my mouth with ease.
I grasped his shaft with one hand and started to play with his big hairy balls
with the other, he groaned. I shivered and moaned around his cock as he
swallowed all my cock in one go with my knob going down his throat, then he pushed
my balls into his mouth as well and began to swallow and suck. I concentrated
on his big juicy knob, tonguing it and sucking it until I could taste his
precum which began to flow copiously and trickle down my throat. His 9 inch, thick
veiny cock was soon throbbing in my hand as I squeezed and stroked it. Mr.
Dev released my balls from his mouth and eased my cock from his throat. His
tongue was everywhere, under my foreskin, lapping at my shaft, probing my
cock-slit, I was squirming with pleasure. He pulled my foreskin back with one hand to
concentrate on my knob, and when he began to fondle my balls with the other I
felt my juices racing through my pipes, and, with a muffled "I'm cumming!" my
cock shot blast after blast of sweet boycum into Mr. Dev's mouth. I could
hear him noisily swallowing it as I redoubled my efforts on his fat juicy cock, I
wanted his cum so bad.
Mr. Dev didn't stop sucking even when my bone was dry so my cock stayed stiff
and he continued to concentrate on my naked knob. We must have carried on for
ten or more minutes when I felt Mr. Dev's ball sac tightening. I knew I was
close to my second cum so I wanked his thick shaft faster. Mr Dev caught on and
managed to get a thumb and two fingers around the base of my cock-shaft so
that he could wank me. Within seconds accompanied by loud moans we came
together, mine about 5 shots but Mr. Dev came 8 or 9 times flooding my mouth with hot,
tangy mancum. He came so much I couldn't swallow it all and I felt it dribble
from the corner of my mouth. When we'd both finished cumming we cleaned each
others knobs and sat up. I pushed Mr. Dev's escaped cum across my face and
into my mouth. Mr. Dev embraced me and we shared a long kiss, our tongues
entwined.
Mr. Dev broke the kiss reluctantly and led me into the bathroom where we had
a quick shower. After we'd dried off he put some more cream on and into my
bumhole and gave me the tube to take home telling me I probably wouldn't need to
use it. He took my clothes from the wardrobe and as we dressed he told me what
a lovely sexy young boy I was. Mr. Dev drove me home in his Jag and I managed
a quick grope of his half hard cock before I got out of the car, and waved
goodbye.
I'd only been in the house 5 minutes when the phone rang, it was my Dad
telling me that there was an extra seminar and that he wouldn't be home until past
midnight. I told him that I'd be OK and I'd be going to bed early after my
wonderful weekend, so I'd see him Monday morning. He told me that the company
was giving him Monday morning off, so we could have a good talk then.
I was really tired so, even though it was only four p.m. I made myself
dinner. By half past five I was nodding off watching the telly so I went to bed. I
lay there idly playing with my half hard cock thinking about the weekend and
the money. Mr. Dev was right, I would save the money until I started work. I
yawned, turned over and dropped off to sleep. I woke around seven with my usual
morning woody and I was bursting for a piss. I crept into the bathroom and
quietly shut the door, I didn't want to wake Dad. I had to stand and piss in the
shower because of my hard on and as I watched the piss blasting through my
cock-slit I was sure that my cock was a touch longer and a bit thicker. I fingered
my bumhole and was relieved to find that it was back to normal and that made
me think of having Ab's massive 9 inch cock up my bum, so I started to wank. I
wet a couple of fingers and they went into my bumhole with ease, so I started
to finger fuck myself as I wanked away. Within minutes and with a stifled
groan from me, my boycum was splattering the shower wall. I shot about 6 times,
then I licked my hand clean of boycum and removed my fingers from my bumhole
and sucked them too. I decided I'd better have a quick shower while I washed my
boycum off the wall.
Afterwards I put on shorts, a T-shirt and pumps, it looked like it was going
to be another sunny day, and went down to the kitchen. I'd just finished
making breakfast when I heard Dad getting up, so I made him a coffee. As we ate Dad
asked about my weekend, but he seemed a bit distant and didn't ask too many
questions, so I got away with as little information as I could which was a
relief, I don't like lying to Dad. When I'd finished Dad said he'd got some news
for me, he seemed more animated now. He told me that he'd done really well on
the course and that the Company were going to make him Regional Manager. It
meant a big pay-rise, but we wouldn't have to move, because he would be
travelling to the different shops. Although this would involve getting home later, and
overnight stays sometimes, he felt that now I was coming on 15, and was such
a good boy (!), and with my aunt nearby, he could safely leave me to my own
devices. I was really pleased for him and my cock started to harden at the
thought of the extra free time, for sex of course.
Dad took me to the pictures in Sutton Coldfield and treated me to a slap-up
lunch. He went in to work and he paid for a taxi to take me home. I got back
just before 2p.m. and decided to see if Frank and Steve were about. I sneaked
into the junkyard and made my way to the workshop, as I entered Frank had Steve
bent over the table and was fucking him hard and wanking Steve's lollipop cock
at the same time, I got hard instantly. I coughed, they both looked around,
Frank was obviously angry as he glared at me and shouted at me asking me where
the Hell I'd been. I told him I'd been out with my Dad and only just got
back. I was quite frightened, I'd never seen or heard him like this.
"Lucky for you Mr. Dev asked me to give your arse a rest today and not fuck
you with my big cock, or else I'd give you a right seeing to boy. As it is get
your clothes off and come and suck Steve's cock, then he can fuck your
boyhole, his cock won't hurt you."
Steve was smirking as I quickly stripped my clothes off and got under the
table. I slipped my mouth around his lollipop knob and started to suck. Frank
resumed his fucking, slapping Steve's arse cheeks hard while shouting out abuse.
I could smell the sweat, and the aroma of man on man sex pervaded the air. I
tightened my lips around Steve's thin cockshaft and let the hard fucking Frank
was giving him allow him to face fuck me. Steve was chanting in gasps.
"Yes Sir, … fuck me harder … make me cum in the little shit's mouth."
Although Frank's attitude had frightened me I was turned on by the sex as
usual, and as I sucked on Steve's knob I was tossing my stiff little cock. Within
minutes Frank groaned and buried his cock deep within Steve as he shot his
load of mancum. That brought Steve off and he started shooting jet after jet of
hot spunk into my mouth. I was used to it by now and swallowed every drop,
savouring the taste. I hadn't cum and when Frank pulled his 7 inch, thick veiny
cock from Steve's bumhole, he didn't give me time to finish myself off. He
told Steve to move, picked me up, and laid me on my back on the table with my bum
right at the edge.
"OK Steve you can fuck him now. I'll get him to clean my cock off then I
must open the shop."
He glared down at me.
"I want you here early tomorrow to clean yourself out properly, so you'd
better come at one. Right, now you can clean my cock."
He pulled my head round, pulled his foreskin back, and pushed his cum covered
knob into my mouth. Steve lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders.
As I tongued Frank's knob clean of his cum and Steve's juices he spoke to me
again.
"I'm going to give you a dildo to take home to loosen yourself up for
tomorrow, be sure to use it."
I almost missed what he'd said as Steve's knob broke past my sphincter
causing me to gasp. I'd heard him spit so that was all the lubricant he'd used, he'
d not even finger fucked me. Frank pulled his knob from my mouth and started
to leave the room speaking to Steve as he left.
"If you're up to it fuck the little bastard at least twice."
"Yes Sir, I can manage that, the stuff's still working."
Steve's thin 6 inch cock was buried up my boy-chute by now and he commenced
fucking me with  short sharp jabs.
"Enjoy the weekend did you? You little slut. Well I've taken the same stuff
they gave you to keep you hard, so I might even fuck your boyhole three or
four times."
I'd almost guessed that the squash was an aphrodisiac, it didn't bother me, I
'd had a great weekend, but I didn't fancy Steve fucking me four times.
"Excuse me Sir, my Dad will be back about three, so I've got to get home."
"Shit boy, any excuse, well, I've got time to do you twice. Did you clean
yourself out?"
I went scarlet and stammered out my reply.
"No Sir, … I'm sorry Sir, … I didn't have time."
"Dirty little bastard! We'll have to go into the shower, here, grab me round
the waist."
I leaned forwards and managed to get my arms around his thin wiry body, Steve
buried his cock as deep as it would go and locked his hands around my neck as
he lifted me from the table impaled on his throbbing cock. I was surprised at
how strong he was as he began to walk me to the shower room. His cock was
jerking around inside me with his every step and it was sending ripples of
pleasure through me. By now my own cock was oozing precum, I wasn't afraid of Steve
like I was of Frank. When we were under the shower-head Steve told me to let
go and managed to manoeuvre me around until my feet were on the floor, his cock
never left my bumhole. He told me to bend over at right angles, put my hands
on the wall and brace myself. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me with
fast long strokes, just leaving his bulbous knob inside me on the out stroke.
After a couple of minutes my balls tightened and jet after jet of my boycum
splattered against the wall. Steve speeded up his stroke and as my last cum
dribbled down my cock he shouted.
"Take my load of mancum you dirty little fuck-puppy."
He pulled me hard back onto his cock and I felt lick after lick of his hot
mancum hit my chute walls deep inside of me, he must have shot about 8 times.
When he'd finished his cock was still hard and he started to fuck me again. My
cock had softened a bit but the constant pounding of my prostate by his bulbous
knob soon had me hard and oozing precum again. Steve was grunting loudly
every time his cock pounded into me and I was groaning in some pain and a lot of
pleasure as he kept changing the angle of his fucking. His cock slipped out of
my bumhole a few times and he forced it back up inside me immediately. We were
both sweating copiously and my heart was pounding, this was the roughest
fucking I'd had, but lust had taken over and I was enjoying it. Steve had been
pounding away at my arse for 10 minutes or more when I felt my spunk begin to
rise.
"I'm cumming!" I gasped.
And my second load of sweet boycum started to splatter against the wall. I
really tightened my sphincter every time I shot and soon Steve pulled me back
and forced his cock as far as it would go up me and I felt his second load
firing inside me. When he'd finished shooting he half slumped over my back, then he
righted himself and yanked his cock from my burning hole with a loud wet
plop. I felt warm liquid trickling down my legs as I straightened up. Steve turned
the shower on and washed his dirty cock off, as I let the water cascade over
me. Steve stood out from the water and pulled on his overalls.
"You'd better give yourself an enema, you were really shitty. When you've
done bugger off home, the dildo's on the table over there, don't forget it. And
don't be late tomorrow, remember to  clean yourself out really well, were
going to give your little boyhole a right seeing to!"
Then he was gone.
End of part fourteen. Any constructive comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com
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