Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2016 15:49:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Romancing The Mechanic

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Romancing The Mechanic

By Simon Peter


Sammy sighs. The guy working on his car is beautiful. Sammy watches as the
guy moves around, bends, checks the engine, tightens a screw, whatever. The
guy is hot in whatever position. Sammy feels the stirrings in his groin as
he watches.

Sammy is proud of his car. He has brought it in for oil change and brakes
check. He usually uses this mechanic shop, but today there is this new guy
that he has not seen before. He must be one of the dark-skinned refugees
who have been flooding the country because of the war in their own country.

Sammy sighs again, staring at the guy's behind, firm and bubbled, as he
bends over the engine.

Sammy's Subaru Impreza is his pride. He loves the small but powerful
car. When he is driving, he feels the power under the hood and this
invariably gives him a sexual reaction, as if he is riding a hard,
vibrating cock, in a way. He sighs again, visualizing the dark-skinned,
slim but muscled guy in his arms, naked, sweaty, hard.

Sammy's imagination is also powerful, sometimes even more powerful than his
Impreza. As he watches the young mechanic's butt, he shivers. How would it
feel if the guy was on top of him, his cock deep inside him, thrusting; he
would cup the guy's buns, feeling the tautening of the muscles as the guy
thrusts deeper into him? He is already feeling his own dick lengthening. He
is wearing sweats and a pair of boxers. He glances down and notices his
bulge as his cock hardens. Shit! It's going to show if he keeps thinking
about the hot guy working on his car.

Sammy averts his gaze in order to put a stop to his erecting penis. It
wouldn't do to walk around with an outlined erection, not confined by tight
briefs or tight jeans. The boxers and sweat pants do nothing to hide his
cock. And he is fairly hung, compared to the other men he's been with. He
knows that his cock would definitely be obvious to whoever is looking. He
closes his eyes and wills his cock to settle. But the image of the hot
dark-skinned guy jumps into his head. Ah, for someone this hot to take home
to bed. If only!

"It's done."

Sammy jumps, opening his eyes, to find the young very, very, very hot guy a
couple of meters away.

He glances down the slim body, the flat stomach, the nice bulge under the
overalls, then back up at the face, the dark brown eyes, boring into him,
as if reading what is going on in his mind. He can just glean one of the
guy's nipples peeking out of the opened overalls top, the chest smooth and
glistening with sweat. There is a smudge of grease right under his chin,
making him irresistible.

"Oh?" Sammy grunts, his heart starting to race. He can feel the heat
emanating from the guy, standing close to him.

"Your car. It's ready."

The guy is handing Sammy the car keys.  Sammy reaches for the keys and
brushes the guy's hand as he takes them from him. He shivers. Is that a
smile on the guy's face? Sammy shoots a glance down his own body, and sure
enough, his dick is starting to tent the sweats. He looks back up at the
guy's face.

The dark brown eyes stare back at him; there is something there. Could it
be...? No way.

"Thanks," Sammy mumbles.

"Here. Let me show you something. You need to check the oil every now and
then. Let me show you."

The guy guides him towards the Subaru. Sammy very well knows about how to
check the oil. Duh!

But... the guy's butt is right there, right in front of him. He is dying to
grab it, turn the guy around and kiss his lips, press on his crotch, feel
the butt muscle tighten under the palms of his hands. His erection throbs.

Sammy bends over the car's engine, next to the guy who is explaining to
him... whatever. Sammy's mind is not on the Subaru. Sammy's mind is on the
guy.

"My name is Daro," the guy says in a low voice, almost a whisper. "And I
like you."

Sammy feels dizzy. Is it his imagination? Has this hot guy just made an
advance? Sammy knew that these guys boast about their masculinity and would
never admit to anything close to a relationship with other guys. In a daze,
as if in a dream, he stares at the dark-skinned hand moving slowly to touch
his, pressing, caressing. How could he have known? Is Sammy's lust spelled
out across his forehead or something?

"I can see you are interested in me, too," Daro whispers. "Your cock is
hard in your sweats. My cock is hard in my overalls. Do you want it?"

Do I want it? Do I want it? Jesus in heaven, how I want it. I can push him
back against the hood of the car, pull down his overalls, and suck his
brains off. I can eat him, grease and sweat and all.

"I'm Sammy."

Lame. Has he just responded to an invitation to cock by giving his name? He
couldn't believe himself.

Lame. He is shaking all over, the heat from this hot mechanic's thigh,
almost touching him now, is intense. Involuntarily, he moves closer, the
two thighs press. Daro turns sideways, glancing over at his boss as he does
so, finding his boss engrossed in another car. Daro's hardness presses on
Sammy's thigh. Sammy almost faints as the mechanic's erection prods his
thigh muscle.

"Come to my place for a coffee," Sammy croaks. For coffee? Jesus, Sammy
can't be lamer. Coffee?

More like cock and semen and fucking and deep-throating and ... God,
sexing.

"I finish in a couple of hours," Daro says, pressing harder on Sammy,
grinding, and Sammy feels the throbbing of the mechanic's manhood,
insistent, lusting.

"I want you in my place five minutes after the couple of hours," Sammy says
throatily, his whole body saturated with sex hormones.

Sammy pays, leaving a hefty tip, gets in the car, doesn't dare look at Daro
for fear of shooting a load right there and then, if he only looks into
those brown eyes. He drives away, the humming of the Subaru's engine giving
him shivers, not helping with controlling the erection in his sweats. He
imagines Daro's body glued to him, plastered onto him, driving inside him,
fucking him.

It takes Sammy a few minutes to calm down. His head takes over his thinking
from his balls and dick.

His erection subsides. What the hell has he been thinking? What has he just
done? He can't believe that he has invited a stranger, one of those
immigrants, to his home. The guy is hot, true. The guy rubbed against him,
true. But still. These guys are known for their horniness. In their
culture, they don't stand much chance of getting laid until they get
married. The womanfolk are extremely prude, and licentiousness is a crime
to be punished by their fathers and brothers, sometimes by death.

Guys like Dori would be extremely lucky if he could get one of the girls to
let him rub against her, often ejaculating in his pants. She might let him
touch her breast, just might, if she happens to be that forward. But
holding his penis in her hand? That is totally impossible. If word goes
out, she would never get married and would be ostracized. Suck cock? What?
That is the meanest thing a girl would do. Not her wildest dreams would she
ever consider such an act. She would rather die.

Sammy knew that in many instances, these horny guys like Dori found release
by masturbating and sometimes by finding another guy who is willing to give
them a blowjob. But that cannot be often. So, perhaps Dori is straight but
has noticed Sammy's interest and is thinking about money.

That is very possible, even probable, Sammy thought. Would the guy get to
his house, fuck his ass, take his wallet, and then go back to his friends
and tell them about his victory? But Dori is working in a garage where
Sammy is a customer. He wouldn't dare do something to endanger his
livelihood, especially since finding work is extremely difficult for the
young immigrant men. No. But yes, he might ask for money.

Well? Sammy reflects. He has accepted gifts from boyfriends, bottles of
perfume, a necktie, a leather wallet. He has also given a few to his
boyfriends. Are these items any different from a one-hundred- dollar bill?
He is more than willing to pay Dori one hundred dollars to spend a night
with him. That is not really prostitution. It is more like services
rendered. Sammy knows that his rationalizing. But what the fuck? A good lay
is a good lay!

Two minutes into his apartment, Sammy rushes into the bathroom and shoots
one of the biggest loads he has ever had. Squirts of cum hit the toilet
seat as well as the floor around it.

Sammy is spent. He is also still shivering. He gets into the shower and
watches the water running over his body, his dick, his nuts. He wants Daro,
in Daro's sweat and grease. But he has to be spotlessly clean for the young
mechanic.

Lying on the bed, naked, breathing heavily, Sammy ponders the situation
again. This Daro is definitely hot. But he is a refugee. He is sure of that
after hearing Daro's accent. But that makes him even more exciting. Sammy
is the clean-shaven, eye-glasses, academic-looking guy. His editing job at
one of the prestigious publishing houses has enabled him to buy his beloved
Impreza. The only time he allows himself to wear sweats is on Saturdays. On
other days, he wears dress pants and buttoned-down shirts. Daro, however,
is exactly the opposite. Is this why Sammy is so excited by the young
refugee mechanic? Opposites attract?

Sammy closes his eyes and brings the garage scene back. He can clearly
visualize Daro: the slim body, the dark skin, the brown eyes, the cute
butt, and, God, the pressing erection on his thigh. His body trembles. How
is it going to be when Daro finally appears at his doorstep? Is it going to
be romantic?

Perhaps sweaty and greasy? Or maybe rough? Guys like Daro are known to be
rough.

Fuck! Sammy's sexual relationships so far have all been emotionally
saturated. He loves the sex, sure, but the emotions are a must for
him. Will Daro kiss? Will Daro touch him tenderly, rub his hands over his
body? Will Daro plunge into him at one huge thrust without preparation, or
will he ease his way inside slowly, with plenty of lubricant, whispering
endearments, possibly bending over and kissing his lips as the cock
stretches his rim muscle and penetrates? Daro might very well want to be
topped, though, although this would not be in line with what these guys
lust for. Will Daro take Sammy's 8-inch cock in his mouth? Up his ass?

Sammy's erection returns. Fierce. He doesn't know what to make of the young
mechanic. Maybe the guy is after money. Should he offer him money? He has
never paid for sex before. He has never needed to. With his looks and cock
size he has never lacked for a partner. But there have been the
gifts. Besides, Daro could do with more money, of course. Damn it. He wants
the guy, lusts for the guy, but he also wants the romance and the dignity.

Sammy sighs. Again. It is as if this relationship with the young refugee is
going to be full of sighs. Will it?

Will he regret it? Daro has been very forward back there. He has pressed
his fucking cock onto Sammy's thigh, and rubbed, for Christ's sake. He has
humped Sammy like a dog in heat.

Sammy wonders: what has made the mechanic so forward. How has he known that
Sammy is interested? In guys? But he has known and has immediately acted on
it. In a perverse way, Sammy is glad that Daro has been aggressive enough
to initiate a meeting. He, himself, would never dare be as forward, no
matter how much the body signals are encouraging.

Sammy rubs his dick. Oh, man, very soon he is going to get laid. No, he is
going to get fucked! Sammy gets up and stands in front of the full-length
mirror in his bedroom. He has a great body and he is fully satisfied with
it. His big cock erects horizontally with a small curve along the middle of
the shaft. The cut head is mushroomed and knobby, the shaft vein-y. The
hair on his chest is manly, trailing down to thick pubes. The blackness of
his body hair contrasts with the whiteness of his skin. Daro has dark skin.

Is he hairy? His chest looked smooth from the glimpses Sammy has had
through the open-neck overalls. How big is his dick? Those guys from across
the border are known to be well-equipped.

Turning around, Sammy studies his butt in the mirror. Nice and bubbly. A
fuzzy male ass. He runs one hand over the cheeks, and he smiles at their
firmness, knowing that those cheeks are going to be fucked soon.

The doorbell! He is here! Sammy feels weak in the knees as he quickly wraps
a towel around his waist, aware of his bulge. He has decided on the towel
because he doesn't want to play around at pretending. He wants sex and the
guy is here to give it to him. So why dress up and go through the motions?
It would be nicer to have Daro undress him as they kiss, of course. But
perhaps Daro is not into that? Maybe he is too macho for that?

Sammy silently and fervently prays that there would be some romance with
the sex as he walks over to get the door.

 "Hi."

Oh, those brown eyes. Sammy can cream himself just by looking into these
eyes. Daro is smiling. He looks so cute, the fucker, now that he has washed
off the grease from his face cheeks and his hands.

Sammy welcomes him in and notices Daro studying the fact that all Sammy has
on is a towel, tented.

It takes Daro only a few seconds to take in the scene, reach for Sammy,
grab him by the arms, and bring him in, into a tight bear hug, lips meeting
hungrily. Sammy opens his mouth to the aggressively probing tongue. He
tastes some grease and sweat, which makes the kiss even more erotic. Since
when has he become aroused by the earthiness of a lover? Sammy is a
stickler for cleanliness, but Daro is exactly the opposite of that. Where
has the smell of soap, of shampoo, of after shave, gone?

Not that Daro is dirty, but the body scent and the mouth taste are anything
but soapy or shampooed or perfumed. It is masculine. It is earthy. Damn, it
is fucking erotic.

Sammy moans into Daro's mouth as the mechanic presses his body on him, the
erections of both men grinding. Sammy feels Daro's erection against his
crotch. He can't tell the size exactly, but does that matter? The guy is
hot and horny. And Sammy wants hot and horny, badly. Sammy shivers as he
feels Daro's cock throbbing from inside his pants onto Sammy's crotch. He
needs sex. They both need sex.

The kiss lingers as Daro caresses Sammy's lower back and butt. Sammy wants
to get to the sucking and fucking part desperately but he is enjoying the
romantic kiss and caressing and grinding even more.

They move towards the couch and slump down onto it, not breaking the
kiss. Sammy gropes Daro's crotch. The guy is rock hard inside his
pants. Sammy rubs the manhood slowly and feels Daro's hands exploring his
ass under the towel, sending shivers up his spine.

In no time, the towel is off and Sammy is totally naked, his body a bundle
of nerves, electrified. Daro stands up and starts taking off his
clothes. He is wearing a t-shirt and briefs. Sammy's eyes widen at the
bulge inside the briefs. That's one big tool in there. But more
surprisingly is the young guy's torso as he pulls off the t-shirt. A
beautiful torso by any standard. Smooth. Flat stomach. Fantastic abs. Pink
circular nipples, surrounded by a few hairs. The skin is dark and silky,
almost shiny, as if Daro has applied some kind of lotion or oil on his
smooth chest. His pecs are defined, showing him as a working man. It is not
that Daro can afford going to the gym. But with Daro's kind of work, who
needs a gym?

The whole body is toned.

The briefs go down and Sammy is amazed. He freezes. What he sees is beyond
all his expectation. The trail from the belly button is thick and black,
growing to a much denser patch of pubic hair, masculine, black, and curled,
encircling the most gorgeous cock Sammy has ever laid eyes on, whether in
real life or over the Internet. He is used to describe hot naked men as
"eye candy.' But this mechanic is all kinds of dessert. Sammy drools.

Daro stands naked as Sammy gazes at his body with wide eyes, trying to take
in the beauty. From the waist down, Daro is hairy. There is hair around the
cock, like a crown; the balls are hairy, so are the muscled thighs and the
legs. Unlike the smooth chest, the mechanic is all man. But it is the cock
that is the center of all this beauty.

Daro's dick is at least nine inches by Sammy's initial estimate. Sammy has
seen big penises, but nothing comes close to this tool a few centimeters
away from his face. It erects upwards at a 60-degree angle, exposing the
hairy balls in their tight sack. They don't dangle under the scrotum, but
they fit tightly at the base of the vertical rod. The head is cut and
mushroomed and glistening, with a pronounced ridge.

The skin is a shade darker than the rest of the body. All in all, this
man-tool is chiseled to perfection.

Sammy cannot breathe. As if in a dream, he reaches out and touches the
mechanic's chest, his eyes mesmerized on the erected cock as it points
upwards directed to his face, inviting, enticing, magically drawing him
closer and closer until his lips touch the throbbing head.

Sammy's mouth burns as the cock head presses between his lips, hard but
satin-like. He licks. The taste is tangy, a bit funky, but masculine and
erotic. He reaches for the balls, cupping them as his lips wrap around the
knobby cock head, pressing, the tongue flicking round and round. He feels
hands holding his head by the ears. He feels the hardness of cock pushing
toward his throat. He gags but swallows, his eyes clinched closed. He
brings his hands down and holds onto the hairy thighs, and he swallows
more, breathing through his nose, praying that it wouldn't be clogged with
snot but knowing that it soon would be. He swallows, it seems for ages. Is
there a base for this hard cock? Daro keeps pushing and Sammy keeps on
swallowing, the throbbing cock keeps on sliding deeper.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with the thick curly black hair patch, his
lips one inch away from the base, already being brushed by the pubes. He
keeps on swallowing, his throat on fire, his nose buried, the man scent
strong in his nostrils, making him dizzy.

Daro arches back giving Sammy more cock as Sammy breathes in the
masculinity of the mechanic.

Sammy feels as if the cock has penetrated his throat and snaked all the way
down to his stomach. He moans with lust. Then he lets go. The cock glistens
and throbs as it springs out of Sammy's mouth, dripping spit and the
beginning of precum. Sammy gives it a couple of strokes, looking up at
Daro's beautiful face, his saliva making it slick.

Daro picks Sammy's head up by the hair and they kiss, Sammy barely able to
stand on his shaky wobbly legs. They move back onto the sofa and Daro lies
on top of Sammy, two naked bodies glued on each other.

"You turn me on so much, white boy," Daro whispers into Sammy's mouth.

"Oh," Sammy can hardly say anything.

"You love my dick, white boy, don't you?" Daro asks. "Don't you?" he
persists, pressing his body down.

"Yes, yes, yes," Sammy stammers.

"Want it inside you, don't you? Don't you, white boy? Say it. Say how much
you want me, you want my dick up your hot white ass." Daro is pulling on
Sammy's hair, grinding his body down, Sammy now barely able to breathe.

"Want you," Sammy croaks, unable to be more
coherent. "Wantyouwantyouwantyou. Oh, fuck, I want you."

Daro stands up and Sammy feels lonely as soon as the weight is lifted off
of him. This mechanic is a god. He can't be human. Naked, erected, smiling
down at him. Real hot dark flesh. Suddenly he is aware of his own whiteness
as Daro reaches down and strokes his hard cock. He reaches for the
mechanic's god-like tool, but Daro takes one step back, out of reach,
fisting the white cock harder, slapping Sammy's hand away.

As if on cue, Sammy turns over on his stomach, regretting losing Daro's
grip on his cock, but desperately desiring for Daro to get on top of his
bare ass. He lifts up his butt, invitingly. Daro climbs on. The dark cock
slides into the fuzzy crack as the weight presses down on Sammy. There is
warm wetness on Sammy's neck as daro licks it, his cock moving up and down
the crack.

"Want me to fuck your white ass?" Daro is still taunting, teasing, driving
Sammy wild.

Sammy nods without turning around. Yes. He wants Daro to fuck him. He aches
for the hard huge man cock to split him open, to fill him. But where is the
romance? This is happening too fast.

"Wait," Sammy whispers as he feels the cock knob against his hole, already
pressing.

"What?" Daro whispers back, nudging, the head starting to spread the ass
muscle, eager to penetrate.

"Please," Sammy begs. "Let's go slow. Let's enjoy this."

Daro rises. "So you don't want to get fucked, white boy, huh?" Daro strokes
his own cock. "You bring me up here, get me excited and all, and then leave
me stranded? No way, white boy. I'm going to fuck you."

Sammy feels the slap on his butt, hard. It stings. He also feels tears
build behind his eyeballs. He wants to be fucked, there's no question about
that. And to be fucked by this hot guy. Of course, he wants it.

But it seems that the young mechanic is not used to romancing guys.

Sammy turns over onto his back, still laying on the sofa and gazes up into
Daro's brown eyes.

"Daro, I want you to fuck me. But baby, let's just do it slowly."

"Are you afraid that I am going to hurt you with my dick?" Daro asks
stroking, slapping his cock onto the inside of Sammy's stretched thighs,
teasing under the balls.

Sammy glances down at the beautiful cock. Yes. This will hurt. He's never
taken a cock this big up his ass. Not that he is a virgin, but there must
be limits to how wide his hole can stretch. At the same time, he is ready
to do it. Fuck. He is more than ready. He is dying to do it. Still the cock
is huge. He needs some romancing.

Sammy stands up, his own cock settling halfway. He holds Daro's hand,
pressing on it, bringing it up to his lips, kissing it.

"You're beautiful, baby, and I want you more than anything in my
life. Yes. I want you to fuck me. Yes.

I am scared of the hugeness of your dick, man. Look at the fucker. It's
huge. AND I want it."

Daro smiles, pulls Sammy towards him, hugs him and kisses his face.

"You want me to get you ready, white boy, is that it?" he says
seductively. "You want me to make love to you, huh? Like a girl? Like your
ass is a pussy?"

Sammy nods. He has never thought of himself as a girl or as feminine in any
way. But with Daro he was willing, if this is what turns the refugee hunk
on.

"You got it. I will fuck you, have no doubt. But I will fuck you as if you
were my girlfriend."

Sammy sort of does not appreciate being treated like a girl. But, damn it,
he wants to get laid by this hunk of a guy. So what the fuck? He will not
act girly, but will allow Daro to think of him as his girlfriend if that is
what it is going to take.

They make out. Slowly, nicely, for the longest time, kissing, groping,
stroking, until their bodies are all nerves wired for sex, sweaty,
hungry. Finally, Sammy feels that he can't keep stringing Daro along. The
guy needs to fuck. Sammy lies on his back and spreads his legs, inviting
the hot mechanic to climb on top of him.

"I want to see your face as you fuck me, baby," he moans as Daro gets on
top.

Daro is rubbing his cock inside Sammy's crack. The heat is amazing. The
man-scent is powerful. The mechanic is a god. Sammy reaches for the gel
tube and applies some on the huge meat and onto his crack. Daro bends and
kisses Sammy as he presses harder onto the rim. Sammy's muscle stretches
and stretches. The pain sets in even when Daro's monster is still not
penetrating the muscle. Daro applies more force and Sammy grunts, willing
his body to take in the beautiful cock.

Finally, with a strong thrust, Daro penetrates. Sammy has to cover his
mouth with his arm to stifle a scream. The pain is unbearable. It is just
the head that is inside him, but it feels like a cannon invading his
body. He writhes under Daro.

"Hurting, white boy?" Daro says, realizing fully well the size of his
equipment and the pain it can cause to a tight man ass. "Fuck. You're
tight. Open up, bitch."

"Uhmm. Uhmm," Sammy mumbles in a muffled voice. He doesn't dare open his
mouth for fear of letting out scream after scream. He's a guy. Jeez, he can
surely take a cock up his ass without screaming like a girl. He whimpers,
though.

The next thrust sends the knob and about one inch into Sammy's body. Sammy
is now biting his arm in pain. It is a searing pain, and Sammy feels as if
he is going to faint.

"Oh, baby, your white ass is so fucking tight," Daro taunts, keeping the
pressure, supporting himself on his arms on both sides of Sammy's hips.

"No, you fucker," Sammy almost screams at the top of his voice. "It's your
fucking monster cock."

Daro laughs. "You're such a whiny bitch. Fuck." He pushes further into the
tight cavity.

Willing his body to relax, Sammy takes in the manhood as it slides further
into him. Daro is getting wild.

He bites on Sammy's lips, licks his neck, nibbles on his nipples, pulls on
his hair. He keeps the pressure until the full length of his cock shaft is
buried in Sammy's ass. The insides are stretched. The rim muscle is
stretched. The veins in Sammy's neck are almost popping out as he tries to
accommodate the hugeness of the cock buried inside him.

Daro waits for a little while, waits for Sammy to relax enough for the fuck
tunnel to engulf his cock, and then with long, slow thrusts, he starts his
fucking.

This white boy is sure very tight, Daro is thinking.

This dark refugee fucker sure is huge, Sammy is thinking.

But after the first few thrusts, the two young men mesh, regardless of
color, and the fucking begins in earnest. For every thrust from Daro, Sammy
meets him with a push. The pain is miraculously gone.

Sammy is on fire. His ass presses on the beautiful rod pounding him. Daro's
balls slap Sammy's butt noisily.

"Oh, yea," Daro grunts as he thrusts deep. "Fucking sweet. Yes, baby, take
my fucking cock. All the fucking way. Fucking tight bitch. I'm going to
fuck your brains, bitch. Take it. Ahh. Ahh."

Sammy reaches both his hands behind Daro and grabs the mechanic's firm
butt. He can feel the muscles tighten with every thrust. He digs his
fingernails into the muscled butt cheeks, forcing the cock to plunge into
him deeper and deeper. He can't get enough. He needs this fuck
desperately. It's not about romancing anymore. It's about fucking. Bare-ass
fucking. Plundered by a 9-incher, hard and throbbing, unrelenting, in and
out, balls slapping.

As Sammy holds onto Daro's butt, guiding the fucking, he feels the buildup
in his own nuts. Daro's firm and muscled abs are rubbing on his cock, and
the tempo is increasing. It is as if Daro is masturbating Sammy with his
belly. The warm stream of cum squeezes out of Sammy cock between the two
naked, sweating bodies, making the fucking movement slicker. As soon as
Daro feels the warmth and stickiness of Sammy's juice, he shoots his
load. Arching his back, throwing back his head, he squirts inside Sammy,
grunting with every jet of cum shooting from his balls.

"Take my junk, white boy," he groans with each squirt. He is holding onto
Sammy legs, his cock buried to the hilt, and stream after stream of hot
semen eject into the tight cavity, filling it and starting to spill out of
the tight hole. His upper body is arched and sweat is running down his
smooth, dark chest. He keeps fucking. His cock is still hard. His whole
body is shivering but he wants more. For a few minutes of extended
pounding, he shoots again as Sammy's hole squeezes and milks him.

"I love fucking you, white boy," Daro says as he slips out and lies next to
Sammy, breathing hard.

"I love you fucking me, dark boy," Sammy moans, feeling the two loads of
cum as it is squeezed out of his body. His ass is burning, but the pleasure
is indescribable. He cups Daro's still semi-hard cock tenderly, lovingly,
thinking, this huge dick has just plundered my ass and it is beautiful.

"I want to fuck you again and again," Daro moans under the ministrations of
Sammy's hand, his cock still dripping, still throbbing. This has been the
hottest fuck he has ever had. With men, Daro usually did the
wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am (more aptly thank-you-man, he thinks): in and out,
in and out, shoots, slips out, says goodbye. But now as he feels the hand
stroking him he thinks, oh yes, this is the real fucking. Romance, and then
fuck. Let the bitch alternate between the kissing and the pounding.

Sammy feels the cock come back to life and without hesitation guides it
back towards his ass. Daro doesn't hesitate. He wants this ass over and
over. He thrusts and enters, this time without forcing, helped by all the
cum. Sammy's rim muscle is still stretched from the first fuck and now it
is welcoming the invasion with desire. They fuck lying on their sides, with
one of Sammy's legs raised up. Daro explodes, and for the second time fills
the tight hole with his love juice.

They stay in this spooning position for a few minutes, Daro's cock flexing
inside the wet tight hole, his sweaty chest glued to Sammy's back, until
finally he pulls out. Sammy sighs. Yes, this relationship is going to be
full of sighs. Sammy loves his mechanic.

"Stay the night, baby," Sammy tries to sound not too begging. He hates the
idea of watching Daro leave.

"You mean you need more engine tuning?" Daro jokes.

"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. All night, if this tool can keep up," Sammy says as he
squeezes the now soft cock.

"Then let's feed the tool, white boy. I can buy the pizza," Daro offers.

This takes Sammy by surprise. The refugee boy is offering to buy dinner!

"No way, my beautiful mechanic. I have drawn enough juice out of this tool
into my body, and I intend to draw out a lot more. And it's not
pizza. That's for wimpy tools. This tool needs real nourishment."

Sammy orders sushi.

As they wait for the order to be delivered, they take a shower, soaping
each other, with Sammy watching wonderingly as Daro's cock rises to its
majestic erection, pointing out and up. Sammy sucks the offered cock
hungrily as the hot shower sprays hit the back of his head. And he is
rewarded with another kind of hot shower: of cum shooting down his throat
as Daro holds onto his wet hair and dumps another load.

They eat sushi, naked. Sammy watches Daro as the mechanic, who has never
had sushi before, gulps down the raw salmon and tries not to gag. But soon,
Daro falls in with gusto, relishing the new taste.

Sammy cannot believe that he has scored so fantastically.

Daro cannot believe that this hot well-to-do white boy has taken him in and
has let him fuck his ass.

Daro wants a lot more of the white tight ass and he is sure that he will be
getting more. Of course, more does he get as the evening wanes. The two
young men fuck like rabbits. Sammy will be sore as hell, he knows. He will
not be able to walk straight for some time, but he loves it. Every time the
huge cock slips out of his body, he feels empty and he can't wait to have
it thrust back into him again.

Daro leaves in the morning, totally spent. He will be back after work, he
promises, and the dinner is on him this time. It goes without saying that
Sammy will not offer money. He decides to buy his hot stud some nice shirt
and a bottle of after shave lotion. This is romance, he smiles, as Daro
disappears, as his own sore ass twitches with anticipation.