Date: Tue, 06 Oct 2015 23:59:37 +0000
From: Ben Highlander <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: SPARE parts 2

I was so lost in Steve's kiss that I thought I would drown. I was
unashamedly grinding my crotch into his and I had my hand in the top of his
jeans and was fondling the rapidly-hardening tube that was hiding there. In
my mind I was more than ready to take the -- to me -- unlikely leap of not
only being open to sex with a man (and my mind hit a wall when I
contemplated what that could entail) but 'dropping my standards' and being
manhandled by a roughneck like Steve.

I needn't have worried. My Grease Monkey suddenly stepped back from me and
a sober look came over his face. All at once there was at least a yard
between us and my body missed his heat already, every fiber of my being
wanting to slake my thirst at Steve's cup.

"Jonty, I wanna nail your ass today, 'cos your proper manners and perfect
wardrobe make me wanna undo you like a christmas present. But I don't want
you to regret it later. Take a moment to think about this before we go too
far and you hate me. What's it gonna be?"

Suddenly the absurdity of the situation hit me like a bucket of cold water.
The sheer sex of the man in front of me addled my brain, what with the cock
that hid secretly behind a bush of fur in his open jeans and his juicy ass
that played tricks with my straight-boy brain. I shook my head to try and
clear it of the rutting mist that seemed to cloak me in a sex-crazed
alternate reality.

In spite of my body's obvious disagreement, I shook my head.

"Steve, I'm not gay, and I don't really want to have sex with a guy. You're
fucking sexy, for sure but..."

"It's ok Jonty Cravin, I thought you'd regret it later and I don't wanna
take something from you that you'd miss when it's gone. It's cool."

He walked to the other side of the desk and a regretful half-smile played
on his sexy face. It struck me that I was still thinking of him as sexy.
What the fuck was happening to me? The sooner I got out of this place and
into the cold, hard world of my kingdom as ruthless stockbroker, the better.

As if my call had been answered by the gods I heard a car outside skid in
on the gravel, and shortly after a voice called my name. My assistant had
done what I told her -- for once. My voice was hoarse.

"My ride is here. Please let me know when I can send somebody to collect my
car."

I handed him my card and he took it without a word. A rueful smile played
on his lips. He looked at me under his blonde fringe and my lips tingled
where I'd felt his tongue less than a minute before. My cock was still not
down and I quickly adjusted myself before my assistant walked in on us. My
face burned, and as if to taunt me he cradled his basket in his hand and
waggled it at me. 'You sure?' his eyes asked and I shook my head, opened
the door and was out of that cool oasis into the raging heat of the real
world.

My annoying assistant wanted to chat on the way back to the office.

"What was that apparition that was working on your car? God, it was barely
dressed with its ass hanging out all over the place."

'Shut the fuck up,' I thought viciously, feeling strangely protective of
the man that I'd had such a hot moment with in the cool of his untidy
office.

"He's a really good mechanic and he was recommended to me by somebody that
takes their job seriously while I was stranded on the side of the road and
you were twiddling your thumbs in the air conditioned office that I pay for
with my blood, sweat and tears."

Wow that was harsh even for me. But I shouldn't have worried. She was
immune to my bitching and just carried on trashing Steve as if he was a
nobody that didn't fit into our world of figures, cocktails and invites. He
didn't have his shirts delivered by the dozen or have his shoes handmade to
spec. I remembered his honest touch and his complete disregard for my money
and clothes, although his immunity seemed to be not ignorance, but a
careless choice in favour of something simpler.

'Shit,' I thought, 'this guy has fucked with my brain,' and I took a deep
cleansing breath of the leather and car deodorant that signified sanity and
the stuff that motivated me. I needed some hard trading to ground me in
what mattered.

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I didn't think about Steve again that day. I didn't have time. Once I was
back on the floor adrenaline took over and the rush of the kill was all I
focused on. Could focus on.

But later, when I was chilling over a drink with my girlfriend, her
perfectly manicured hand on mine at the bar, her silken leg nudging between
my knees, her expensive perfume subtly trailing its usual magic around my
senses, I remembered the electric sensation of his course chest hair
against my palm and the honest taste of his teeth and tongue on my lips.
The tongue that had snagged mine in a moment of unplanned passion, and the
sight of his completely unadorned and unapologetic sexiness as he literally
skidded his dusty way into my awareness.

My body wasn't immune to the invitation that my girlfriend was clearly
delivering. So we went home to my Manhattan apartment and left our
expensive clothes in a trail from the door to the lounge floor, where I
sucked on her pussy until she literally exploded in my face. Meanwhile all
I could think of was Steve's face there with mine, his rough cheek grinding
against mine and us making out, his hand on my cock, while we worked that
slippery crack together until the lips were so swollen and red that it
looked like some exotic flower that was going to crack open any minute.
When she screamed my name and clamped my head between her thighs, ruining
my perfect hairstyle, a lifted myself up and ravaged her lipsticked mouth
with my butter-glazed lips, stuck my aching penis in her cleft in one
savage motion and with three thrusts deposited my pent-up frustration deep
in the warmth of her welcoming recesses. I only just managed not to whisper
the name of the grimy Grease Monkey whose face swam in my orgasm-addled
mind's eye.

She was ready to stay but I called a cab and sent her home. I wanted to
sleep the sleep of the forgetful and prepare for another million dollar
day.

Almost a week passed and I was keen to have my baby back in service. The
part, I heard when my brainless assistant called to inquire, was being
imported and it would be 'at least a day or two more.' Then on Friday
afternoon at about 3pm, more or less when we all lost steam and got ready
to unload our adrenaline on the weekend, I got a call from security to say
my car was being delivered. I assumed that my ass-istant had forgotten to
tell me, and cursing out of the one side of my mouth and smiling out of the
other at the thought of being mobile again, I set off in the lift to
collect it at the parking garage.

I assumed I'd just collect the keys from the attendant but he waved me to
where my car was waiting in my customary parking spot. The guy that was
delivering had his back to me. He was buffing a last smudge off the
gleaming green paintwork and I fished out my wallet to hand him a tip. He
was wearing a pair of skintight jeans and what could only be a pair of very
expensive shoes. His shirt was slightly sweat-stained since the day was
blistering, but it was pale blue and offset the blonde hair that curled
across the collar. His back was broad and swooped neatly into the waist of
his levis, where an embossed belt punctuated the meeting with a slightly
rustic touch of style.

When I got to him he turned and I was still fiddling in my wallet for a
tenner. As I lifted my eyes I saw his hand which held the keys out to me
jangling them slightly to attract my attention. I finally got the banknote
out and looked up at him to hand him the tip but then I stopped in my
tracks.

"Hey Jonty Cravin, we meet again." Now that Steve was turned towards me I
could see there was no way you could restrain that bush of chest hair and
it was clawing its way out of the clean shirt that was open to the third
button. His jeans also struggled to contain their cargo, as the clear
outline of something long and tubular snaked down his right thigh, almost
halfway to his knee.

"Like what you see? Haha just kidding." I hastily disciplined my eyes to
look at his face but there I was similarly enticed. His hair was clean and
shiny and the unruly curls tangled around his naughty eyes and his stubbled
cheeks. His lips were rosy and moist and his smile made me forget where I
was. Fuck, who I was.

"You ok, pardner? You look kind of drugged."

"It's been a long day, a long week, for that matter, and I'm kinda bushed,"
was all I could manage.

For a moment I fumbled with my wallet, trying to put  away the embarrassing
tenner that I'd planned on offering him, but he reached out and snatched it
from my hand.

"Not so fast, boss, I won't say no to a tip, no matter how small," He
folded it neatly and slid it into the pocket of his jeans on the side where
his cock was suffocating.

"You can always take it back later if you want." He patted the pocket
lightly and smirked at me.

My mouth was dry and I struggled to manufacture some saliva to come up with
something intelligible to say in answer. No luck.

"Here, hop in and let's take her for a test drive to make sure you're
satisfied. I brought you some water to wet your whistle. It's a scorcher
again, just like the last time we saw each other." He arched his eyebrow
and flicked the keys at me in a lazy arc. I snatched them out of the air
and walked around to the left side of the car, clicking the immobiliser.
The familiar 'whoop' warmed my heart and Steve's laughing eyes took in my
glee at having my car back.

He slid into the passenger seat and cracked a bottle of ice cold water and
handed it to me.

I gratefully took a swig and in my haste some bled out of my mouth and ran
down my chin.

"Hey ease on there Jonty Cravin, no sense in getting your pretty shirt wet,
now is there?"

He reached over and with his thumb wiped the excess water off my chin and
then bottom lip. The feel of his work-rough fingers on my three o'clock
shadow and mouth sent a shiver of electricity through me.

"There, that should do it. Fire her up, boss, and let's see how she does."

I did just that and the wheels screeched as I took the corners to get to
the bottom level of the parking garage. When I shot out into the sunny open
air and accelerated down Wall street, Steve's laugh echoed my joy at being
in my baby again.

"Ride her Cowboy!" he yelled and put his hand on my knee. He gave it a
vigorous rub and returned it to his own leg, the one with the trouser
snake. I snuck a glance at him and my face cracked a smile.

"You did a good job, Grease Monkey," I joked and elbowed him on his
muscular pec.

"Hey pretty boy, watch where you're going! If I'm going to take you out on
a date I want us to be alive enough to enjoy it!"

"A date? I thought you were giving me space cos you didn't want me to
regret doing something I didn't really want." The freedom of driving my
baby had restored my confidence and good humour and I was ready fro some
banter. If this was going to be what it is I was ready for it.

"I lied. Tell me Jonty Cravin, how many times did you think of me during
the weeks since I last saw you?"

I didn't answer but the furious blush on my cheeks told the whole story.

"Just as I thought," he drawled.

"And did you make love to your fancy princess?"

I nodded and kept my eyes on the road.

"What did you think of when you came? Who did you think of?"

He leaned forward and tried to catch my eyes when I ignored the question.
If anything my face got even redder and I looked out of the driver's window
to avoid his stare.

We stopped at a red traffic light and I could feel his eyes on me. At last
I couldn't avoid his stare any longer and looked at him.

"It's not every pretty boy that I get all cleaned up for, Jonty Cravin. I'm
delivering more than your car here today." His gaze held mine and for the
first time the humour left his eyes. Instead a kind of tenderness rested
there. I felt like I was falling forward into a pool of sky blue water. I
felt so dizzy that I shook my head to regain my equilibrium.

"You done for the day?" I croaked. A slow smile spread over his stubbled
mouth.

"Yeah, and I don't have a ride anyway so you stuck with me."

"You wanna get a beer?"

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll buy the first round. I got a generous tip
from a satisfied customer."

I shook my head and accelerated as the light turned green. I didn't say
anything and wove my way through the Friday afternoon traffic. In about 15
minutes we pulled into the basement of my apartment building and I
screeched to a halt in my parking space. In the dim light of the garage I
could see the puzzled look in Steve's eyes.

"You're all clean and fresh and I must take a quick shower to wash Wall
Street off my tired body," I answered his unasked question.

We got out of the car and entered the lift. When the doors closed Steve
walked over to me and stood close enough to me to feel the warmth radiating
off his body. He shuffled forward slightly until our bodies were touching
from top to bottom and leaned against me. His weight pinned me to the wall
in a not entirely unpleasant manner. As he did before, he rested his
forehead against mine and looked into my eyes at extremely close quarters.
He put his hands on my hips and tilted his head so our breath mingled.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Jonty Cravin..."

I felt disappointment that I had misunderstood his signals, sink to my gut.

"Oh -- " I said and tried to turn my face away from him. Shame started to
push its way upwards out of my chest and I felt inexplicable tears begin to
push into my eyes.

"Whoa there, easy," he said and put a gentle hand on my chin, stopping me
from looking away.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Jonty, cos I want to make love to you."

"You do?" My heart was beating fit to break its way out of my chest. I
could feel the thudding of his own heart against my ribcage and I knew he
was telling the truth.

"Yeah," he breathed into my mouth and with the softest of touches, laid his
lips on mine.

I moaned from somewhere deep inside as he gently pried my lips apart with
his tongue and slid into my mouth. We hadn't closed our eyes and he pinned
me to the wall with his the intensity of his gaze. He slid his hand down my
hips and around to my ass and cupped my buns in his mechanic's hands. A
mental picture of the grease under his nails floated into my mind and I
felt a small sigh of appreciation at the honesty of that, escape my mouth.

"Jesus, Jonty baby, you have the sweetest lips I've ever tasted," he hissed
as he laid into me and devoured me like a hungry man at a feast. I lifted
my arms, which until now had been trapped behind me against the wall of the
elevator and tangled my hands in Steve's blonde hair. I ground our mouths
together as we picked up speed, but then the elevator started to slow down
and I heard the tell-tale 'ding' that signaled the arrival on a new floor
with a passenger to embark.

Slow as anything he stepped to the side and stood next to me and anybody
with half an eye would have seen what had been going on here a moment
before.

"Nice day, not so hot again," Steve Made conversation with the old lady
that got on, and she nodded politely. She turned and stood in front of us
and Steve took my hand and brought it to his mouth, deftly swallowing my
thumb and painfully sucking it. A small slurping noise escaped and he
quickly dropped my hand and pulled out his hanky to blow his nose noisily.

'What's it with all the blushing?" I berated myself as I felt my face
colour like a randy schoolgirl. The lift stopped again and the old lady got
out on the restaurant floor of our apartment building. I knew we had two
more floors to go. Steve kept his distance and when the doors opened into
the lounge of my top floor penthouse, Steve's jaw dropped.
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