Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 01:12:18 +0100 (BST)
From: Rob Lowe <collugeguy21@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: the straight mechanic part one

It was the first day of August and I was, as always when the
sun hung around for any length of time, ridiculously horny.
I had just retuned from studying at university and was job
hunting at the time, living in a converted garage at my
parent's house in the south of England. Summer had been with
us for a while, and the weather had remained mainly sunny;
something of a treat for this part of the world.
     Since I returned I hadn't had a chance to do anything
about my nearly constant horny state: the small town I lived
in isn't exactly known for having `cosmopolitan'
inhabitants. Having phoned my job agency that morning to see
whether they'd found me anything (the answer was no as
always - `why the fuck am I so bloody unemployable?' I asked
myself for the umpteenth time) I went over to my laptop
which was on a table underneath a large window that
overlooked the road out front, thinking I might find someone
half way round the world I could jerk off with - thank god
for broadband!
     But just as I was about to log on I saw him. and nearly
died. Fucking hell he was beautiful - he just seemed to pop
up from nowhere right across the road from my window, and
something else a little closer to home seemed to pop up from
nowhere too. I involuntarily squeezed my suddenly rock hard
7" cock, my heart pounding faster as I stared at this vision
of loveliness that was standing before me.
     After a second it dawned on me that he was a mechanic,
working on the four by four of the woman opposite. The car's
bonnet was open and he was standing the other side of it
polishing some bit of metal with a dirty rag. But it wasn't
what he had in his hands that interested me. He wasn't
exactly your typical grease monkey; he looked about my age
(21) and could have just stepped from the pages of the
Abercrombie quarterly - he had thick dark hair that flopped
seductively yet dirtily on his face, which he kept pushing
back by shoving his grease-covered hand right through it. I
couldn't see what he was wearing in his legs, cos the car
obstructed my view, but over his obviously beautifully
sculpted chest he had on this dirt-smeared white wife
beater. His chest - what I could see of it - was perfectly
smooth and his arms could have been hairless; I couldn't
tell from that distance. His skin was an amazing golden
honey colour, the colour you only see on models for sun
beds. And he had this gorgeous face, clean shaven with a
chiseled jaw and dark eyebrows. And, as if it was painted on
to make him look the part, he had streaks of dirt and grease
all over the exposed parts of his flesh. Fuck, I was close
to cumming just from looking at this guy!
     He then moved round to the front of the car, bending
over to look at something in the engine (yeah, I at least
know which end the engine is) and I saw that he was wearing
these navy blue sweatpants that clung to a magnificent ass -
I actually found myself clenching my teeth as if I was
biting into one of the juicy mound that was on display in
front of me. And, I don't know if this was just the way his
sweats hung, but he certainly seemed to have quite a bulge
in the front of them, but I only caught a glimpse of it for
a second before he was pushing his groin into the front
bumper of the car. Fuck, I so wanted to be that bumper right
then!
     I felt some dampness in my own groin, looking down to
see whether t was sweat or precum, decided on closer
inspection that it was both, and brought my fingers up to my
mouth. The sweet taste of my precum was as delicious as
ever, and I inhaled deeply the musky scent of my groin on my
hand, closing my eyes briefly as I did so. When I looked
back at the mechanic I almost died - he was lifting up his
top to wipe his sweaty forehead, Roddick-style, giving me a
sight of his amazing six-pack abs. They were as golden as
the rest of him, and almost perfectly flat, just with a
tight little indent at the edges of the muscles and not a
trace of hair on them whatsoever. I moaned out loud with a
mixture of disappointment and lust as he let his shirt drop
down again, sitting down as he did so on a trolley and
sliding under the front of the vehicle.
After a minute I surmised that he wasn't going to emerge
again from his hiding place under the car for a little
while, and took the chance to go get a cold beer from the
fridge in the mini kitchen. As I passed the mirror I noticed
how disheveled I suddenly looked, the flies on my jeans half
undone, my tight t-shirt actually tucked into my boxers
somehow, my hair a total mess and a look of desperation and
lust plastered over my face. I laughed at myself, buttoning
my fly and removing my shirt - the temperature seemed to
have increased, and it didn't take much to guess why. I ran
the beer bottle across my chest; I wasn't exactly a stunner,
certainly not in the league of my mechanic, but I liked the
way I looked; on the thin side by still tightly muscled,
slightly tanned with dark, nearly black hair in an unkempt
style, and a smooth body, except for a nice trail from my
flat stomach down to my groin and trimmed hair in my pits.
After a second of narcissism I realized who it was I should
really be staring at and promptly returned to the window.
     My mechanic was just emerging from under the car, with
something of a bemused look on his face, probably trying to
tell which bit was the exhaust. Sorry, no - that's me,
innit? But he did look bemused, wiped his forehead with his
arm, creating a fresh smear of grime across his face as he
did so. Again my hand was on my cock, whilst I stared at
this hunk of a man. And then I looked away sharply as he
looked straight at me; at least I thought he had, couldn't
be certain but I was pretty sure. I looked back just in time
to see him grab the seam of his shirt and yank it with one
hand over his head - OMG I almost jizzed there and then!
Fucking hell, I thought to myself, this is a wet dream come
true. He had a perfect chest, broad and smooth with big
brown nipples that I sooo wanted to sink my teeth into.
Surely today couldn't get any better.
I was just sitting there, slowly stroking my cock and trying
to think of some excuse to go over and talk to this Adonis
when all of a sudden he turned from the car he was working
on and started walking - straight towards my front door!

As the doorbell rang my heart was pounding. I quickly shoved
my cock back into my jeans and grabbed the nearest shirt I
could - it happened to be a long sleeve slightly see-thru
scrumpled dress-shirt that some ex had given to me for a
birthday. I did up two buttons by the time I had got to the
front door (I wasn't gonna keep this guy waiting!) and
reached for the latch, shaking slightly.
     As I opened the door I had to prevent myself from just
jumping onto this guy - for all I knew he was completely
straight. In fact it was almost a certainty, I thought to
myself. I mean, when was the last time you heard of a gay
mechanic? Exactly. So I opened the door with a smile and a
"hi, can I help you?" although it may have come out slightly
disappointed - my mechanic had reclothed his torso. Even so,
I nearly drowned in his blue-green eyes, and I swear that my
tongue doubled in size as it does every time I talk to a
really fit guy.
     The mechanic gave me this big shit-eating yet slightly
wry grin that made my knees almost buckle and my heart
double in pace. "Hi. Sorry about this," (fuck, even his
voice turned me on - he was clearly local but he had these
tones in it, maybe his mother was Irish or something) "but I
was wondering if I could use your lav," he asked.
     "Yeah, sure" I replied, whilst stepping back from the
door and letting this guy in; like I was gonna say no to
this demi-god!
     "Mrs Stevenson went out, so I can't use hers. My name's
James by the way, I'm working on her Jeep."
     "Yeah, I . er, gathered. The bathroom's just through
that door. Oh, I'm Rob by the way," I said, barely managing
to keep eye contact with James, tempted by the knowledge
that a sight of his amazing body was just a glance away.
     "Cheers," James replied, walking away. He was - if it
is possible - even more stunning close up. I could tell now
that his arms had no hair on them whatsoever, and when he
ran his hand through his hair again I saw that his armpits
had just a few dark hairs in them. And his shoulders were
amazing - really wide and bronzed. As he walked past me I
got a strong whiff of a manly, sweaty scent that I could
have bottled and perfumed my whole house with, if I'd wanted
a permanent hard-on. And then staring at that amazing ass as
he walked away from me; what a behind! I sooo wanted to grab
it and slap it and bite it and bend it over and fuck it.
I went over to the kitchen, which was right beside the
bathroom and stood there listening to James piss, imagining
his soft cock in his hand, the way he pushed down his sweats
under his balls to pee, the way he shook his cock when he'd
done. I heard the tap running whilst Jams washed his hands
and I quickly retrieved two fresh beers from the fridge: I
wasn't gonna let this one leave so easily.
     I popped both beers and turned around holding them just
as James open the bathroom door. "Fancy a beer?" I asked,
sporting my own shit-eating grin.
     "Yeah, that'd be great, cheers mate. I could do with a
breather," the hunk replied.
     "You wanna go drink these out the back?" I asked. James
just nodded in reply, taking a bug gulp of his brew.
     We sat down in the private courtyard of my parents'
back garden on two big reclining chairs. "Nice place you
got," said James.
     "Yeah well it's not really mine - my parents live here,
but they're away for the summer."
     "Well that can only be a good thing!" said James. I
gave him a raised eyebrow as if to say `oh yeah, why's that
then?'
     "Well this way you have the place to yourself - you can
invite over whoever you want and do whatever you like, can't
you?" explained James. I can now at least, I thought to
myself, remembering the time when I still lived in the house
and my Dad had walked in on me blowing a wad over some guy
I'd met the day before. Dad had just apologized and backed
out, but not before the slut fucking me had invited him to
join us! After that I got mad and literally threw the kid
out. I was now praying that this scenario with the mechanic
would end up a little better than that!
I don't remember how we got onto the subject of James's
girlfriend - he had been talking at me whilst I got lost
down memory lane, and somehow he'd begun telling me about
how his bird had left him a month ago and how he hadn't had
a good seeing to since the night they'd split up.
"I'm so horny at the moment; I think it's something to do
with the hot weather," he said.
     "Too right," I agreed. "I always get seriously horny
when the sun comes out," and sexy mechanics work outside my
window.
     At that moment James sat up and, for the second time
that day, tore off his shirt. "So fucking hot!" he said,
looking right at me, with a glint in his eye. I couldn't
tell whether he was talking about the temperature, himself,
this situation or even me. I couldn't take my eyes off his
body, it was just fucking amazing. "Aren't you hot?" he
asked me.
"Er . pardon?"
"You hot? Why don't you take your shirt off?"
"Oh, right! Yeah, I guess I could." I undid both buttons,
sitting up to slide the shirt off my sticky back.
After a minute James asked "so what about you?"
"Er, what about me?"
     "You get any action recently, or are your balls just as
blue as mine?" he said, wrapping a big dirty fist around his
nutsack through his sweatpants
We both laughed a little at this. "Yeah I guess you could
say that. Last time I copped off with anyone was back at
uni. And that was a fucking mistake too."
"Yeah? What happened?" asked James, sitting up suddenly
interested.
     I thought for a second then decided to take a chance. I
mean, what was he gonna do when I told him I was a poof? He
didn't exactly look like the queer-bashing type, not that I
really know what they look like.
"He was an ex boyfriend."
     James stopped mid-gulp, his beer bottle still at his
lips. "Boyfriend?" he asked, with a raise of the eyebrow.
"Yeah," I replied. "Fucking stallion between the sheets
though!" I bragged.
"Dude!" James said, in a congratulatory American jock
accent.
"Dude!" I replied, and we high-fived and collapsed in a fit
of giggles. Somehow it felt that I'd known this guy for more
than ten minutes.
     "So," James said, downing the remnants of his beer and
putting his hands behind his head, "you feel like helping
out a horned-up straight guy?"
OMG I almost died again. This actually was a wet dream come
true! "Are you asking what I think you're asking?" I
enquired.
     "I could really do with a blow job right now," James
said, locking my eyes with his.
     I looked down to the sizeable bulge in his sweats, and
then noticed that I had a hard-on that matched. Was I really
just about to suck off this guy? James reached down to his
groin and adjusted himself, letting out a slight moan and
closing his eyes. They didn't re-open and I wasted no time
in kneeling down beside him. I reached over and hooked my
fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. I slowly
ran my fingers across the top of his groin, causing James to
let out another soft moan, and then teasingly began to pull
down my mechanic's dirty trousers. As I went I saw his
really low-slung boxers, with just a hint of hair crawling
over the top of them. He lifted his ass off the chair to
help me with stripping him and as he did I blew on the
exposed top of his groin, then started gently nibbling on
his hardening shaft through his boxers as it emerged from
under his sweats. James started moaning more loudly now,
offering me gentle encouragement. I was in no hurry though,
and once I'd completely removed James's sweats I started
stroking and nibbling on his hairless thighs, pushing his
oversize boxers up tight to his groin. I kept up my teasing
as I pulled down this hunk's underwear, finally revealing
his hardened cock to the slight breeze. Like the rest of him
it was beautiful: not huge, a little longer than mine but a
lot fatter, uncut and with a lovely red purple head. I
firmly ran my fingers through the sparse hairs at the base
of his cock, whilst I sucked one of his large balls into my
mouth. James was clearly loving this; one of his hands was
pressing into my scalp, the other squeezing his swollen
shaft. I took that hand and placed it on my neck - one of my
sensitive areas - and then went to work on his head.
     After my teasing I decided to drive go crazy and all of
a sudden changed tempo, gulping his thick head into my mouth
and sucking on it like a hoover. "Oh, fuck yeah Rob,
that's.fucking good. Oh yeah!" groaned James, his groin
thrusting slightly into my face. I took more of his cock
into my mouth, moving my hands quickly over the hard muscles
of his body, my tongue exploring under his hood. I sucked
for all I was worth for a good few minutes, James almost
shouting now "suck me, dude, that's so fucking good, oh fuck
yeah, that's fucking good.I' gonna fucking cum soon dude, oh
yeah." I grabbed James's balls and gently pulled them down
as he grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down onto his
cock. "Suck my dick dude, I'm gonna cum! Oh yeah!! Fuuu."
Suddenly my mouth was filled with jizz, I felt James
convulse under me, his cock hitting the back of my throat as
jets of cum sprayed over my tongue and down my throat.
"Oh, fuck, dude that was . amazing," said James, still
clearly out of breath, his hands gripping the chair behind
his head, his big chest rising up and down. I let his cock
fall from between my lips, panting a little myself. I
grinned up at James, feeling his hot cum drizzling down the
back of my throat, seeing a layer of sweat that made his
amazing body shine in the morning sun.
     "You're fucking gorgeous," I told him.
     "Thanks dude. That was some amazing head you just gave
me." I grinned again then looked down at his softening cock.
I saw a drop of cum just about to drip off the tip if his
cock and quickly licked it up, not wanting to waste any of
this stud's juice. His tender cock twitched from the soft
lick I gave his head, and James groaned slightly. I sat back
onto my lounger, my hard cock tenting in my jeans, my body
slightly sweaty. All I could say was, "you're fucking
gorgeous."
     "Yeah, thanks, Rob. You're kinda attractive too, you
know. For a guy." I could tell he was only saying this cos
I'd just made him cum, but it was still good to hear. "You
wanna go inside? Clean up, get another beer?" he asked, as
if it was his house, not mine.
     "Er, sure." I said, adjusting my stiff cock as I stood.
James reached down in front of me to pick up his boxers. I
squeezed his ass, half involuntary - it was fucking fine,
just like the rest of him. He stood up, but he didn't look
angry, he just said, "lets go inside, then we'll decide what
to do, yeah?" As I walked in I caught a glimpse of my
mechanic's reflection in the full-length mirror in the
bathroom; I couldn't believe I'd really just sucked off this
beautiful straight guy, and that he was walking butt naked
back into my room.

To be continued.please feel free to email me with comments
etc. esp as this is my first story. Nothing too harsh though
guys - I'm not intending to make a career of this.