Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 22:31:28 +0300
From: AS <sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Appointment with the Mechanic, part 2

This story is fiction, all characters and events are a product of the
author's imagination. It contains an explicit account of no-holds-barred
man-to-man sex, so if you find that offensive, or if it is not legal for
you to read it where you live, or at your age, then consider yourself
warned!

The copyright for this story belongs exclusively to the author.

If you enjoy it, I would love to hear from you!

Allan		sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com


Appointment with the Mechanic, part 2

After our wonderful fuck session Tony, not bothering to get dressed again,
continued working on my car. He had nothing on but his boots and his
jockstrap, but rather than concealing anything, all his jock did was
display his superb buttocks in a manner almost more appealing than if he
had been entirely nude. Those elastic butt straps just framed the goods and
presented them to me, the observer, in an altogether irresistible and
enticing manner. Their startling white color against the dark tan of his
skin added just the right touch to an otherwise perfect picture. He had
left his monstrous tackle dangling from one side of the jock pouch in front
too, but that was completely hidden from my view now since he was leaning
over the front fender of the car, facing away from me. While he worked, his
upper body all but hidden under the hood, and his fantastic naked ass and
gorgeous long, delightfully hairy legs displayed to my hungry gaze, I
leaned back against his workbench waiting for him, revelling in the
scenery. Shit yeah, I could've stood there for hours looking at him,
although I could hardly force myself to resist the temptation to go over
and fondle and feel and lick and taste as well. It's not every day that
you're presented with such fantastic eye candy, that's for sure. I'd
already found out, to my mouth-watering delight, that lusty Tony loved to
have his ass played with too, but I had to keep reminding myself that he
didn't need any distraction until he got his job done. I had a feeling
there would be ample time for more play afterwards. After all, he had as
much as promised to give me the royal fucking I craved in return for the
fucking I'd given him... just as soon as he got my car fixed!

While I waited for him, watching him, literally devouring him with my eyes,
I was busily replaying over and over in my mind a mental tape of our
sizzling, white-hot session which had just ended, and at the same time my
own ass was twitching hungrily in eager anticipation of the attention it
was going to receive. I was as naked as Tony, of course. Actually, more
naked, since I didn't have so much as a jock on... just my Nikes. I'm not
quite the grade-AAA specimen that he is, not by a long shot. But I'm not
really a slouch in the looks department either. I had guessed him to be 25
at the most, just in his physical prime, while I am ten years older. I've
always prided myself in having a good body, however, and I wasn't letting
it go to seed. I have a nicely developed chest and broad muscular
shoulders, bulging biceps, a flat belly and sturdy legs. I never need to
blush in embarrassment when occasion allows me to strip down and show off
my body to other guys, and I've never had any complaints. Quite the
contrary. I'm not nearly as hairy as Tony, however. I have just a little
patch of light brown hair in the center of my chest and a bit of a treasure
trail leading down from my navel into my abundant (but trimmed) pubes. My
ball sack is kept shaved. (I love the smooth feel of it that way, and any
sex partner I've ever had has enjoyed it as well...) There is a fine
dusting of satiny soft hair on my thighs and calves and on my forearms, but
otherwise I'm smooth. My ass is as smooth as a baby's too. I don't have
near as dark a tan as Tony, but then I don't have the naturally dark
complexion he has either. I'm fair skinned and fair haired. I don't have
any need to feel ashamed of my tackle either. Not at all. I have a nice,
substantial, beautifully shaped, perfectly proportioned eight incher, cut,
and nice plump juicy balls. But my best feature is my ass. It is a true
bubble butt, round and firm and high and proud. Guys are drawn to it like
flies to shit, like they say. And it absolutely loves all the hot erotic
attention it is given too, on a regular basis.

While watching Tony's beautiful ass and leg muscles flex and stretch while
he worked, and reliving our hot fuck and thinking about the one to come, I
was giving my throbbing erection a good working over with my
hand. Actually, one hand was cupping and fondling my balls, enjoying the
silky smooth feel of my freshly shaved sack, and the sensation of those
rather heavy orbs rolling around in my manipulating hand, while the other
was slowly, sensuously jacking my long, thick rod, and after every third or
fourth stroke rubbing and squeezing the big, spongy, precum slicked head. I
had no intention of cumming, really. I knew it would be better to save my
juices and my stamina for the bronco ride awaiting me as soon as Tony was
finished screwing on my motor. After all, I had shot off one huge load
already in the last while, and I'm not a teenager any longer. Not even in
my twenties. But hell, no one would have the audacity to call me an old man
yet, either. Generally speaking I could still keep up with the best of
them, as long as I exercised a bit of prudence and conserved my
ammunition. No use shooting it off on the concrete floor of Tony's shop
rather than into his gullet, maybe, or at least while playing with him. My
self-fondling and pleasuring felt damned good, just the same, and kept me
keyed up to just the right pitch of anticipation, and made the wait seem
much shorter.




All things come to those who wait, like they say, and finally Tony backed
out from under my raised hood and stood up, still facing away from me, and
stretched up to his full length, flexing and rolling his back and butt,
relieving the tension in his back and along the back side of his legs from
bending over so long. The play of all those superb muscles under his
gorgeous skin was so beautiful and erotic it almost made me cum right then
and there.

He closed the hood then and turned around and started walking toward me,
staring lecherously at me blatantly stroking my cock and fondling my balls
in front of him. His own still soft cock dangling from the one side of his
pushed-aside jock pouch began to twitch and swell as he watched me and he
reached down and gave it a squeeze and a couple quick tugs and then tugged
once at his ball sack too. In doing so, he smeared them with motor grease
from his dirty hands. Seemingly unaware of how he was smudging himself, he
ran his hands sensuously up from his groin then, across his hard, flat
belly and up to his pecs, where he tweaked his nipples a couple times. The
red tip of his tongue played lasciviously along his sexy, rosy-colored
lips, and his intense, coal-black eyes burned with lust as he watched my
jacking hand and stared at my big jutting, drooling cock.

Without saying a word, he walked right up to me until he was pressing the
hot, sweaty, grease-splotched front of his magnificent body tight up
against mine, full length, grinding his cock and balls against my own,
still clutched in my jacking hand. Then, as he leaned in and claimed my
half-open mouth with his own demanding lips, giving me a forceful, tongue
probing kiss, he reached around me to get his grease rag off of the work
bench behind me. After giving his hands a very cursory swipe with the rag,
he tossed it aside again and then pushed his hands down behind my body,
pulling me away from the workbench so he could cup my ass globes, one in
each hand, and started mauling them hungrily while still devouring my
mouth. There was nothing gentle about either his kiss or his ass
squeezing. He was like a man in heat, overcharged and impatient to trot. No
playing around. I let go of my own cock and slid my hands around his hot,
sweat-slick body, slithering them in under the butt straps on is jock and
began squeezing his fabulous buttocks as roughly as he was manhandling
mine.

Very soon he jacked up the pressure another notch or two by starting to rub
the thumb of each kneading hand lightly back and forth, back and forth,
across my unsuspecting rosebud. I couldn't refrain then, but let loose with
a quick, loud, rasping intake of breath, holding it a minute and then
letting it out in a burst, while stammering, "Oh my God. Oh my
G-a-a-a-a-w-d... Oh fuck yeah..! Oh shit, man, Yeah!" and at the same time
grinding my ass frantically against his kneading hands and trying to push
back against his probing thumbs, so as to impale my hot, demanding hole on
those teasing digits. Tony didn't rush though, and wouldn't let himself be
rushed. He just kept up his teasing of my most secret portal, scraping his
thumbnails across that twitching, pulsating bud.

"Oh God, Tony, you said you were gonna fuck me... I gotta have your big
fuckin' hot cock in my ass. Come on, man, don't make me wait any longer..."
I begged, while he nibbled and bit at my throat and neck, and gave me a big
hicky right beside my Adam's apple.

"First ya gotta work for it, ya bitch!" he drawled, huskily. "I been doin'
all the work around here while you've just been standing there playin' with
yourself... ya lazy bastard!" He punctuated that friendly little outburst
with a gentle boxing of my ears, and then grabbed my hair in both hands,
tugging at it playfully, and at the same time slapping wet kisses here and
there on my face as it jiggled in front of him.

Suddenly, being forceful again, he pushed downwards heavily on my
shoulders, making me get down on my knees in front of him and then pulling
my face against his steel-hard, almost vertical-standing, throbbing,
swaying, drooling cock. "Come on, ya cock sucker, open up that sweet mouth
o' yours and suck my dick!" he demanded.

I hastened to comply. Mmmmmm! How had I resisted sucking him off before
this? I just hadn't been on the menu till now, obviously. But this was a
feast I wasn't about to miss, especially when it was presented to me like
that. Tony had what had to be the cock-of-the-century, nearly. It was a
masterpiece, clear and simple. It was one of the longest and thickest I had
ever been up-close and friendly with in my whole life, and beautifully
formed. No sculptor in the universe could have fashioned a nicer one,
ever. The juicy head was in perfect proportion to the shaft, and that
wonderful foreskin, so silky soft and long and loose, just added to the
total perfection of it all. The thick, sticky, copious precum oozing from
his piss slit was among the sweetest I had ever tasted, and I nearly
swooned as I swirled my probing tongue around and around the swelled,
throbbing head of his cock, inside of it's thin, fleshy hood. Tony only let
me tease and taste that sweet juicy cockhead for a short time, however,
before he pulled against the back of my head, forcing me to go down on him
further and further, sliding his rod deeper and deeper into my being. I'm
nothing if not practiced, being an accomplished `sword-swallower', so there
wasn't even a hint of a gag as he slid on past the back of my throat and
down my gullet, full length and non-stop, until his thick wiry pubic curls
were smashed flat against my face. There, he ground his groin against my
face a bit, gently, and then drew himself slowly backwards again,
unsheathing his sword from my gullet. All the while it was sliding back
out, my tongue was busy swirling around and around it, teasing all his
nerve endings and making him quiver and gasp in pleasure.

"Oh shit, man, you're gonna make me cum too quick... Goddamn, I've never
had my cock sucked like that before. How can you take it all down your
throat that way? Hot damn! Man, you could be addictive, you know it?
Whew..!" While he was saying that, he was slowly sliding it back down my
throat again, once again clear to the hilt without a trace of resistance.

Once there, as far in as he could get, he said, "Oh God, Al! Where've you
been all my life? I could never get enough of that!"

His words sent a thrill coursing through my body, and into my very
soul. Did that mean I might have a chance at him on a more or less regular
basis? I sure as hell hoped so! I could never get enough of him either. Not
in a million years.

His powerful weapon was quivering and throbbing like mad and the muscles in
his belly were quivering too, against my face, which was pressed up tight
against it. "Shit! If I'm gonna still be able to fuck ya I gotta quit
that!" he exclaimed, and he withdrew, carefully, once again, and pulled me
up with a hand in each armpit until I was once again held tight against the
front of his sweating body, while he kissed me, passionately, open-mouthed,
hungrily.

Suddenly, almost startling the shit out of me, he reached down and picked
me up, cradling me in his arms like a baby, and carried me over to the hood
of my car where he laid me down with my butt just barely suspended over the
side and then folded my legs back on either side of my chest, holding them
there, wide apart, with both hands. He then leaned over me and kissed me
hungrily for a minute, pressing his body down against my splayed open
one. Then he backed up and started eating my ass, which was wide open and
defenceless in front of him.

He was like a man possessed. There was no holding back. Holy shit! I
thought I might die right then and there, it felt sooooooo good, so hot, so
unbelievably wild, to have his amazing mouth working over my most private
place, nuzzling, nibbling, licking, slurping, sucking, probing, teasing,
biting my cheeks, my hot, sweaty crack and my soon-gaping, spasming
hole... "Oh fuck! Oh yeah! O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h y-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-h!" I was
literally screaming, finally, totally incapable of restraining myself. He
could have done anything with me by then. I was utterly defenceless. I was
putty in his hands. And I was more ready for a fuck than I had ever been in
my long career of man-to-man sex. He could have pushed a fence post into my
gaping hole at that moment and my desperate ass would have just swallowed
it whole.

"J-e-e-e-e-e-z-u-s, Tony, stick your cock in my ass before I die!" I
gasped. "I gotta have it NOW!"

And bless him, he did as I said. Without further ado, without any more
preparation or hesitation, he stepped in close and slid his precum-slicked
and oozing cock into my spit-slicked hole, in past my spasming sphincter,
and on, in in in, without stopping, inch after thick, throbbing inch, until
his strong, hairy groin was pressed tight up against mine and he could go
no further. Once there, he let out a mighty sigh and settled down over my
hot, sweaty body again, and sought out my mouth. We stayed like that for
long minutes, our hearts pounding wildly against each other in our breasts,
our mouths clamped together, our tongues duelling, our sweat mingling and
running together in little rivulets down off of my body onto the hood of my
car beneath me. Then, slowly, tentatively at first, and gradually with more
speed and assurance, he started fucking me. In and out, in and out, now
slowly, now fast, now gently, now hard and driving. Both of us were
groaning and moaning and shouting and cooing and muttering and sighing and
gasping and hissing, both of us were a quivering mass of nerve endings,
joined together cock to ass, reaching, reaching, reaching for the pinnacle
of exquisite pleasure and release... straining for it, wanting it, craving
it, but at the same time trying desperately to hold it off as long as
possible, giving us another minute of this intense enjoyment, and another
and another.

But finally, we couldn't hold it off another nanosecond and our orgasms
exploded, like a magnificent fireworks, shooting burst after burst of stars
through our brains and sending shocks of pleasure throughout our bodies. We
came, together, with a piercing primal scream escaping both of our throats
so that we couldn't tell whose voice was whose. Tony shot missile after
missile of white-hot cum up into my gut, his impossibly long cannon buried
in the very center of my being, while my own volcano erupted, spewing
sticky, hot lava all over both our chests and bellies. One especially
powerful spurt shot clear up to my throat, splattering under my chin.

Once the throes of orgasm had passed over and we could relax again, Tony
plopped down onto me heavily, gluing our cum-plastered torsos together,
laying his head in the crook of my neck and nibbling and kissing lazily,
sweetly, distractedly, the side of my neck, now and then licking with the
tip of his tongue up the full length of my neck and throat and up to my
ear, burrowing into my ear and then nibbling and suckling on the lobe,
whispering sweet words to me. Slowly, our breathing slowed, our pulse rates
slowed, and our hearts, heart answering to heart, tapped out their own
Morse code message of affection for one another within our rising and
falling chests, glued together by cum.

"Oh God, Al, that was the best ever... Man, I gotta see you again soon,"
Tony said, as he gave me a big hug.

"Yeah, big guy, I wanna invite you over to my house this weekend. Are you
busy?"

"No... well, nothing I can't change. For you, I'll gladly do it."

"Great!" I said. "Come on Saturday then, anytime after eleven or
twelve. We'll grill some hamburgers for starters, and then..."

"I'll be there, man! Can't wait! Now, I gotta get myself decent and get
outta here... got an appointment I can't miss this evening. Fuck! I wish I
could just drag you to my lair and continue on where we left off...!"

"Me too, Tony... me too!"


So, the two of us pealed ourselves free of each other, reeking of sex and
sweat, and pulled on our clothes. I paid Tony for his work on my car and
gave him my address and phone number, and then left, with him standing in
the open door of his shop watching me go, waving, till I had turned the
corner and was out of sight.

If you enjoyed the story, stay tuned to find out what happened on Saturday!

Al