Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 21:22:06 -0500
From: Chicos Todos <chicostodos@gmail.com>
Subject: Roberto the Mechanic Stud chapter 5

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The naked mechanic stayed sitting in his bed. Three words were branded on
his mind, refusing to fade away.


I loved you. Not "I love you". I loved you.


Danny left. Roberto wasn't the one who left this time; his bitch, his
French-Chinese twink, his source of endless pleasure, his young, abiding,
generous, passionate lover. His.


He was no longer his.


Roberto got up and walked out of the bedroom. The first thing that caught
his eye was the protein shake on the kitchen counter. Then the plate of
fruit beside the shake.


Danny was just here. He had him, here, his fingers wrapped around the
plastic cup of the protein shake, his teeth biting into a piece of apple,
his blush always easy to tease out, his tight, hairless ass always willing.


The mechanic touched a slice of apple, tracing his fingertip around its
freshly cut edge. And then it hit him: all that was left was cold, hard
fruit. Danny was gone.


The tears came.


-----


Danny cried all his tears for Roberto the following week. On the eighth
day, when he woke up, he made a decision.


He wasn't going to be a victim. And he was going to learn from this.


It was the last semester before graduation. Some of his classmates slacked
off in the home stretch, having already landed jobs or long ago calculated
that they would pass even if they failed everything from this point on. Not
Danny: he worked hard. He did all his readings and assignments, avoided
procrastinating, joined the creative writing and Francophone clubs on
campus, and started tutoring high-school English and French. He bought an
agenda and filled it with colour-coded tasks, deadlines, appointments, and
meetings, planning his day down to the half-hour if needed. There was
simply no room for horrible nightmares; his agenda clearly showed he was
fully booked.


Danny made a point to meet and hang out with as many new people as
possible, sometimes meeting three different groups in the same night after
class. It didn't matter that, often, what they did or said didn't really
interest Danny; he needed to be around people, needed to be anywhere but in
his bedroom, where he could stop and remember.


The new social settings also gave him ample opportunities to employ lessons
learned. Like putting up walls. Holding back. Keeping secrets. Never
depending on anyone. And lying. He told every person he met that he had a
boyfriend: older, an electrician, and yes, things were going fabulously. He
faked nice very well; it got him a few job interviews.


With every passing day, in that moment right after he shut off the morning
alarm, Danny understood more and more why Roberto did what he did.


There were no nice guys out there. Or, at least, nice guys worth a second
glance. Liam was nice; it wasn't enough. And love, the burning question
that he fed, the brave admission that earned him a ticket to personal hell?
It was a stupid word, a mushy sentiment that equalled weakness. He was sure
that's what Roberto thought of it: count on lust, never love. Just fuck;
don't give a fuck.


He felt like he finally understood the mechanic now, so well. They shared
kisses, bodies, and bodily fluids, but under the skin, they were continents
apart, reading completely different books. Roberto taught Danny so many
things, but no lesson was as valuable as the dark, cruel underside of
affection. He studied it well.


Most of his friends were impressed with this studious, multitasking Danny,
no doubt the result of a new year's resolution, they thought. But the
people closest to him were worried.


His mother thought that he was overextending himself; Danny reminded her
that she'd always encouraged him to get better grades and meet new
people. Meanwhile, Richie had never seen his best friend like this. He'd
been there when Danny was at his lowest, bawling his eyes out and sinking
into a brief spell of depression over his grandfather's death or getting a
C on a project he worked really hard on, but cool, guarded, goddamn
superficial Danny? It confounded Richie.


Danny's best friend had asked what happened between him and Roberto; Danny
replied that they weren't on the same page. Richie then asked how Danny was
feeling; his best friend shrugged and said he learned his lesson. From then
on, Danny repeatedly denied that there was anything wrong.


Richie was at a loss. He was also dating Trevor, Mr. Blond Mohawk who was a
tattoo artist, so the two best friends drifted apart. Too busy trying to
keep busy to care, Danny focused on the future, as in distancing himself
from everything that had happened since the day his mother sent him to get
the oil changed.


Time moved on; winter gave way to spring. The young man graduated with
honours, also making the Dean's List. He landed a junior copywriting job at
a telecommunications company; he would start a month from graduation. That
made his mother happy.


The snow was melting; sleeves and hemlines were disappearing. Danny called
Richie back and began to party like never before; it was now Richie's turn
to start declining nights out drinking and clubbing; he preferred quieter
settings with Trevor now. Danny went to every bar, every club, every
establishment on the gay strip, with new friends or just by himself. He
said hi to everybody, including the employees and patrons at the bathhouse.


-----


Five months since Danny walked out of Roberto's apartment, walked out of
his life, and the mechanic was still an insomniac.


Soon after Danny had left, Roberto took a month off and visited
Portugal. The last time he was there, he was ten years old. Everything
looked and felt different on this visit; buildings and spaces seemed much
smaller; the restaurants and parks he remembered were no longer there; his
extended family, who were all happy to see him, looked so much
older. During his stay, his parents tried again to get him to move back
home. He left after four days.


Through it all, despite being an ocean away, Roberto couldn't stop thinking
of Danny. He'd called and texted him several times since he last saw the
young man, but perhaps unsurprisingly, Danny never responded.


He was the last person the mechanic had sex with. Nick approached Roberto
several times, offering to stay late at work; Steven still tried to chat
him up every day he went to the gym. Roberto paid them neither attention
nor interest. He saw them as dirty mistakes that he couldn't erase, filth
and shame he had to face day in, day out as consequences for his actions,
as punishment for hurting Danny.


He didn't go looking for fresh ass; the hunt had lost its appeal. He didn't
go out with Fred or the few friends he had either. Instead, after work, he
got groceries at the supermarket, turned on the cooking channel when he got
home, and got down to business. He was always a good cook; preparing food
allowed his mind to focus and calm down. For an hour a day, he didn't
wonder "what if?", he didn't think "I wish..." That happened later, when
the dish was finished and Roberto stared at it, alone. At least Fred and
the other mechanics appreciated his tasty leftovers.


On a Saturday evening in May, Roberto had to go downtown, to get some
Indian spices and dried vegetables for his latest recipe. Right before he
entered the specialty mart off a busy intersection, he recognized someone
coming out of the tattoo parlour next door. It was Richie.


Roberto instantly called his name. Danny's best friend turned around; he
was with a tall, slim guy with a blond mohawk. The young man's eyes went
wide.


"How are you, Richie?" Roberto asked, trying hard to keep his urgency in
check.


"I'm good." The young man was stunned that the mechanic was standing in
front of him. Roberto was unshaven and looked a little skinnier. Richie
wanted to find out what happened five months ago, but he also wanted to
protect his best friend from the man who changed him so completely. "How've
you been?"


The mechanic looked lost for a moment.


"It's been rough..." Roberto finally replied, running his hand through his
short, ungelled hair. He looked at the young man. "Can we talk?"


Richie looked up at Trevor. "Are you gonna be okay?" the tattoo artist
asked.


"Yeah. He's a friend of mine and Danny. We're just gonna catch up."


Trevor shot a look at the mechanic, then arched his eyebrow. "Okay. Call me
when you're done; I'll be at home."


"Thanks, Richie,," Roberto said as Trevor walked away. Richie nodded. They
went to a coffee shop nearby and awkwardly waited for their orders in
silence. Then they found an empty table and sat down, facing each other.


"So..." Roberto started.


"What happened between you and Danny?" Richie asked at the same time. The
mechanic took a deep breath.


"I was seeing other people. We never had a talk about what we were doing."


"Oh."


"Danny found out. He was upset. And...he left before I could talk to him."


"He was in love with you."


"I know," Roberto said. "I know." There was a pause.


"I should've handled things better," he said and swallowed his
coffee. Richie stayed silent. The mechanic pressed on. "How is he?"


Danny's best friend took a sip of tea, staring at the mechanic.


"I called and texted him..." Roberto began. Richie closed his eyes.


"He's changed, he's completely changed. He's always out with new, random
people. He knows everyone in the village." Richie shook his head. "Now he's
going out all the time, while I just wanna stay in and chill with Trevor."


"Is he doing good?" Roberto asked, frowning. The young man in front of him
sighed.


"I don't know. He doesn't really tell me anything anymore." He looked out
the window, eyes wandering through the transient crowd on the street. "We
talk, but not like we used to."


They were quiet for a moment. Richie avoided the mechanic's stare.


Roberto cleared his throat. "I need to see him. I need to talk to him. Can
you help me?" he asked, leaning forward. Richie's gaze returned to him.


"I don't know if that's a good idea."


"But I love him," the mechanic said, opening his palms.


The young man's mouth popped open.


"I...I need to make things right. I need to try. I can't go another day
wondering what I should've done..." The mechanic was shocked and
embarrassed that tears were forming in his eyes. "Please, I need to see
him," he said, the pleading look on his face dissolving Richie's resolve.


"I'll tell him you want to talk to him," the young man said, trying to keep
a stoic face.


"No, Richie, I need to see him now." He was lucky enough to bump into
Richie today; he wasn't going to leave the rest of it to chance
now. Roberto squeezed the young man's hand.


"But I don't know where he is..."


"Can you call him?" the mechanic asked. Richie exhaled and looked
away. He'd been so sure before that he wasn't going to let Roberto near his
best friend again. But the mechanic didn't turn Danny's world upside-down
by accident; sitting in front of him now, with his warm touch, smouldering
eyes, and heavy words, Richie found it harder and harder to say no.


So he got his cell phone from his pocket. He prayed that the mechanic won't
make things worse.


"RICHIIIIEEE!" Danny hollered on the third ring.


"Hey Danny. Where are you right now?"


"I'm in the village with Terry...and Rose...and their friends! Omigod! You
called at the perfect time...who has better songs: Britney or Rihanna?
GUYS!" Danny exclaimed away from the phone. "I have my best friend Richie
on the phone RIGHT NOW...He's gonna break the tie!"


"Where are you guys going to?" Richie asked, rolling his eyes.


"Huh, what? He said Britney!" Richie heard cheers and boos. Danny was
laughing. Then there was some scratching and shuffling over the line.


"Hello? Richie? Honestly, Britney? What has she done in the last year..."
some unknown, belligerent voice began.


"Sorry, can you give the phone back to Danny?" Richie asked, annoyed. More
scratching on the line.


"Richie, I miss yoooou!" Danny whined drunkenly.


"I miss you too. So where are you going?"


"YOU COMING OUT??" Danny exclaimed. His best friend grimaced and looked at
Roberto.


The mechanic just wanted to grab the phone and hear the voice that echoed
in his head every night.


"Yeah. Trevor wants to go out too."


"UHH FINALLY! Why do boyfriends have to take my friends away? Huh Terry?
Omigod I can't wait to introduce you to everyone at the bathhouse! Richie?"
Danny asked, then burped. "Are you guys open?"


"The bathhouse? You're going to the bathhouse?" Richie asked
incredulously. Roberto's eyes widened.


"Yeah! It's half off tonight for students and seniors cos it's Marty's
birthday...and he gives me a discount so it's basically free! YEAH COME!"


"Uh, okay...I'll see you soon," Richie said, ready to hang up.


"WAIT RICHIE! I wanna ask you something."


"...yeah?"


Danny was silent for a few seconds. Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you
think I'll ever find someone like Roberto again?"


Richie looked at the mechanic, who was getting up from the chair. "I hope
so," he replied as Roberto leaned down, hugged him tightly, and whispered,
"Thank you."


-----


The mechanic barged into the men's spa and kept his clothes on. It'd been a
year or so since he was last here; two guys, one twink and one daddy, were
licking his dick like a lollipop. He saw a few familiar faces in the dark
hallways; the mechanic gruffly nodded hi and walked on, checking the
showers, the theatre room, and passing by the pitch-dark maze-like dungeon
room, where he prayed Danny was not at. Then he entered the big sauna,
which had several sections.


Within seconds, Roberto regretted not taking his clothes off; the humid
heat made him sweat profusely. Wafts of steam obscured his vision, showing
only groping hands and faces sucking cocks up close. It was a busy night.


He heard a laugh and knew it was Danny's. Following the sound urgently, he
turned a corner and saw the object of his waking dreams on his knees,
giving a blowjob to an older, hairy man lying back on a bench.


Roberto walked right up to Danny and tore him away from the languid body he
was pleasuring. Their eyes met. As soon as the young man realized who just
grabbed him, he wrung his arm free and bolted.


"Danny!" the mechanic yelled, giving chase through the hazy, sweltering
sauna. A foot came out of nowhere and tripped him; he landed on his
forearms and knees, yowling in pain. "Danny! Come back!" He got up and
hopped in pain for a few steps, then pushed open the sauna door and sped
down the hallway.


"Excuse me, what's going on??" an employee with a cleaning cart asked,
grabbing Roberto's arm. "Oh, it's you, Roberto," he said when he got a
closer look.


"Oh, Ian! Young guy, mixed Asian, uh, skinny...he's wearing tighty
whities?"


Ian looked at Roberto's fully dressed form and frowned. "He went towards
the dungeon room."


"Shit," he muttered.


"Roberto, is everything..."


"Yeah, I'm just going to get my boyfriend. He hates the dark. Thanks, Ian!"


Roberto navigated the corridors and soon found the rubber curtains that led
to the dungeon room. He brushed the curtains aside and yelled Danny's name
in the complete darkness. Immediately he heard shuffling and astonished
gasps; he headed towards the commotion, bumping into elbows and backs on
the way.


A few blind turns later, his outstretched hands hit a wall. He stood
frustrated for a moment, then grabbed his cell phone and turned on the
screen.


Naked men, some kneeling, others bent over, cursed and hollered as he shone
the lit screen all around. The mechanic saw Danny's back for a brief moment
before he slipped behind a nook. Dashing that way with his phone light up
front, he rounded the corner and found the young man with his back against
the wall. They were in a small stall-like space.


"Don't come closer!" he screamed. Danny was now facing two of his greatest
fears: darkness and the mechanic. He wanted to go home.


"Danny, please..." Roberto took a step.


"Don't!" he squeaked.


They stood a few feet from each other. The phone cast a dim, ghoulish glow
over Danny's shuddering figure. When the light shut off, Roberto pressed
the screen to relight it.


`Shut it off!" Danny commanded. Roberto did as told. The they stood
silently in the pitch blackness.


After a long moment, the mechanic asked, "Can I talk to you?"


Danny didn't reply. Roberto waited a bit more, then stepped forward.


"Stay back!" Danny screamed, flattening further against the wall.


"I'm not gonna hurt you..."


"No!"


"Please!" Roberto implored. He was losing his mind. He finally, finally got
Danny in front of him, but it felt like the young man was forever out of
his reach.


"I'm sorry, Danny. Please..." Uncontrollable sobs wracked his breathing,
interrupting the crucial words he needed to say.


"I'm sor-ry...I hurt you. I...I shouldn't have..."


He hung his head as warm tears fell on the floor.


"I'm so-sor-ry..." He wiped his face furiously. "Can you...can you forgive
me-e?" he begged.


Still, silence.


"Tell me...what to do. I-I'll do anything, Danny...gi-give me another
chance...oh Danny..."


Roberto burst into tears. Was this it? Was this the best he could do? He
felt so desperate that he couldn't think straight. So his emotions took
over.


"I love you..." he blubbered.


And then...


And then he felt arms embracing his torso. He hugged back, fast and hard.


"Dan-ny...oh Danny! I-I love you!" he choked in the dark.


With that, all of Danny's walls came tumbling down. Painful sobs spilled
forth. It was useless: he'd tried to run away from the man he loved, but
Roberto was everywhere: in his dreams, in every Japanese car he saw on the
road, in every glance Richie exchanged with Trevor, in every moment driving
from one group of acquaintances to another. He hated Roberto because even
though he left the mechanic that Sunday morning, the mechanic never left
his mind. He still remembered every kiss, every muscle, every push of his
cock inside. He still remembered how he tasted.


Now the mechanic has finally caught up with him, and said the words he'd
stopped hoping for since that day. It was over; Danny was back at square
one: ready and willing to open up and give all he had to Roberto.


"Please don't hurt me again..." the young man sobbed, gripping Roberto's
wide, solid back. "Please don't..."


"Never," the mechanic replied.


-----


Danny opened his eyes. Bright sunlight streamed in from the window. He
yawned, then turned to check the time on his phone. It was around eight in
the morning. Sunday.


It felt a bit like déjà vu. The young man's thoughts clouded over
briefly. And then Roberto snorted and coughed behind him.


"Danny?" He awoke with a start, sitting up. His lover turned around and
looked at him. It wasn't a dream; Danny was really back, in his bed. The
mechanic blinked and rubbed his eyes.


"You okay?" Danny asked. Roberto gazed at the young man's slender,
fair-skinned body, clad in white briefs. Then he looked at his lover's
face.


"I dreamt this wasn't real," he replied. "I dreamt I woke up and you were
gone."


Danny reached up and stroked the mechanic's chest, the firm, bulging, hairy
pecs he masturbated to while they were apart. Roberto closed his eyes and
sighed.


After their episode at the bathhouse last night, they had a long talk at
Roberto's apartment, about the past and the future. Roberto apologized,
asked for forgiveness and another chance; Danny made it clear he wanted
them to be monogamous boyfriends. They would try. Then, for the first time,
they fell asleep without having sex.


The mechanic leaned down and kissed Danny on the forehead. "How are you
feeling?"


"Good," he replied, circling his arms around Roberto's neck. The bigger man
moved on top of Danny's body. They were both hard.


"I dreamt about you every day," the younger man said.


"What were they about?"


"Sex. Then it turned into a nightmare."


"Guess I better work on my technique," Roberto offered, rotating his
pelvis. They shared a chuckle.


"You kept me up. I couldn't sleep." the mechanic admitted after a while,
playing with Danny's shortened bangs.


"Sorry. Go back to sleep." The younger man furrowed his brows.


"No, I mean, when you were gone," Roberto said. They returned to quiet
thought.


Danny broke the silence. "I wanna be with you, Roberto."


"I want that too," Roberto affirmed, kissing his lover. Then he confessed,
"...I've never done this before."


"It's easy. Just don't cheat!" Danny offered, smirking. The mechanic cocked
his head and began to tickle his lover. Danny yelped in surrender.


"No, but seriously..." he said, his smile fading.


"I haven't had sex with anyone since that night," Roberto said, his
forehead resting on Danny's.


"Really?" the younger man exclaimed.


"Slut," Roberto teased.


"You're the one to talk!" At Danny's accusation, the mechanic flipped his
lover onto his stomach and pressed his weight down on Danny's back. The
younger man laughed and flailed his limbs.


"What's wrong, Danny? I thought you liked it from the back," Roberto
breathed into Danny's ear while tickling his sides.


"STOP! AH...you know I like it every way with you..." The mechanic stopped
his antics and stared at his lover. Lust lit up in both of their eyes.


In a second, they were kissing each other, kicking off their underwear,
hungry for each other's tongue and lips after months of separation. Their
hands didn't know what to touch first: cheeks, neck, nipples, abs, or
dick. So they flew everywhere, manic, greedy, possessive. Amidst the heated
commotion, Danny pressed his palms against Roberto's pecs and pushed the
bigger man down onto the bed. He then proceeded to lick and bite his way
down the mechanic's rippling torso, sucking on the thick treasure trail
that coated his eight-pack.


"Oh fuck YEAH, Danny!" Roberto moaned helplessly, curling his toes as his
lover got closer and closer to his lengthening prick. The younger man
hissed salaciously when he reached the base of the mechanic's shaft,
surrounded by a thick, untrimmed bush of black hair.


"Did you miss my lips?" he asked, kissing the insides of Roberto's sturdy,
furry thighs. The older man threw his head back against the pillow in
frustration.


"Fuck, Danny, just suck it!" he demanded.


"You have to ask nicely," his lover teased, tonguing his hairy balls.


"Argh...please suck my cock!" Roberto yelled. Danny stopped fooling around
and dove down on the longest, thickest dick he ever did see. When the back
of his throat pressed against Roberto's cockhead, the mechanic had to
clench hard to stop himself from ejaculating. His lover's flicking tongue
and sucking mouth felt too good to be true; he was close to the edge.


"Oh God Danny I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed. His lover sucked harder and
faster, driving him over the edge. Roberto clawed the bedsheets as he
unleashed volley after volley of hot, slick, flying semen in Danny's
starving mouth. "OH FUCK! OH FU...DANNY!" The young man kept sucking.


Danny was delirious. No longer did he have to try to remember how Roberto
tasted like; it was splashing plentifully right into his mouth. He sucked
and sucked at the glans while his muscular stud twitched and writhed below
him.


"Oh baby, oh Danny, please AH!" With the cumshots slowing down to a slow
oozing, Danny released Roberto's swollen dick with a pop and smiled proudly
at the mechanic. His older lover grabbed the back of his head and pressed
their lips together for a cum-flavoured kiss.


"Ready for round two?" Roberto asked with a horny grin. Danny squealed as
he was flipped onto his back, and he squealed some more when his lover
crouched between his legs and started rimming.


"Ah! I missed your tongue Roberto!"


The mechanic backed away and asked, "Is that all you missed?" He started
fondling Danny's cock and balls.


"I missed you so bad...OHH!" The younger man grabbed Roberto's hair as the
wicked tongue resumed its plundering.


It took several minutes for the mechanic to loosen up his lover; he gave
Danny an exquisite blowjob while stretching him out with his fingers.


"Just give it to me, Roberto," the younger man whined, taking three fingers
with ease.


"You been pounded loose by other cocks now?" the mechanic challenged,
spreading lube on his slightly bent, nine-inch shaft.


"My ass was always yours. Make me yours," Danny pleaded. Roberto growled at
the task.


"Ready, baby?" he asked, placing the younger man's legs on his shoulders.


"Yeah, just thrust it in. I can take it," Danny replied, biting his lower
lip.


Roberto did just that. He slammed all nine inches inside with one big push;
Danny shrieked but took it all. When the mechanic paused, watching his
lover's clenched face, Danny grabbed the bigger man's hips and implored,
"Fuck me."


The mechanic went into overdrive. Danny held on tight to Roberto's meaty
buttocks as the powerful top pounded his open hole, wailing
breathlessly. Meanwhile, his fervent lover grunted and laboured. His sweat
dripped onto Danny's creamy skin.


The bed squeaked and bounded. Roberto gave one last hard thrust inside
Danny's rectum, then pulled out and lifted his lover's smooth, compact
body, reorienting him onto his hands and knees. But Danny's mouth was
hungry again.


"Wait, I wanna taste it!" the younger man blurted. Roberto raised his
eyebrows and chuckled.


"You hungry for your lubed asshole?" he sneered, crawling around to Danny's
face. He fed his throbbing prick to his lover's impatient mouth.


"Mmm hmm..." Danny affirmed, first sucking around the crown, then deep
throating the girthy cock. The taste of lube and precum mixed together was
nasty...and addictive. Roberto cursed and drilled his shaft deeper down his
lover's throat; on the third thrust, Danny gagged.


"Sorry, baby," Roberto apologized, taking his gooey cock out and bending
down to give his lover a soft kiss. He stroked Danny's cheek, then crawled
back to the young man's ass.


"Wait! I'm not done with it yet!" Danny complained.


"Well, I'm not done fucking your ass either!" Roberto retorted, giving
Danny's perky little ass a good slap and more lube before thrusting himself
back in. Danny squeaked, then pushed back onto the mechanic's veiny
pelvis. His lover fucked him with long, slow strokes, aiming at slightly
different angles each time to further stimulate the panting bottom. Then he
let Danny fuck himself on the massive cock, as he took a little break and
smoothed his hands over his lover's moist back, reached under and wrapped
his palm around Danny's glans. The young man sang the mechanic's name in
wavering pitch.


When he was ready, Roberto steadied Danny's delectable bum, climbed onto
the bed, bent over the younger man's back, pressed his palms on the
mattress, and gave the bottom a fast, feral dicking. His hairy balls
smacked wetly against Danny's crack.


Danny began one long, rising moan. When he ran out of breath, he broke into
a series of falling, agonized sighs. "Roberto..AHH! You're gonna make me
CUM AH!"


"Cum for me, yeah!" Roberto grunted, biting his lover's neck and left ear.


"Omigod ROBERTO! AHH!!" The younger man screamed his release, firing long
threads of fresh cum onto the bed sheets. His clenching sphincter milked
Roberto's dick ruthlessly. The mechanic kept impaling his hole, making
Danny whimper from the hypersensitive stimulation as his cumshots went down
to a dribble.


"You want me to cum on your face?" Roberto demanded, still fucking hard.


"Umm hmm," Danny moaned with eyes closed, his face resting on the sticky
sheets as he came down from his orgasm.


"Take it. Take my cum," the mechanic muttered, pulling out of his lover as
his cock started leaking cum. He brought the cockhead to Danny's face just
in time: the first blast fired off, a rope of viscous liquid streaking from
his lover's mouth, to his nose, to his shut eyelid, all the way up to his
hair. Subsequent blasts covered Danny's content face with messy lines of
goo. The young man kept his mouth open, his eyes shut, and whipped his
tongue all around, trying to lick up every drop. He ran his hands up and
down the sweat-soaked fur on the mechanic's brawny pecs and sculpted core.


Roberto sat back and enjoyed the view of his handiwork: Danny's cum-glazed
visage. Then he jammed his deflating dick into his lover's waiting mouth
and endured the torturous bliss that was Danny's favourite pastime:
cleaning cock. He wiped off the semen from his lover's eyelids as best he
could, then collapsed forward onto the pillows, groaning and hissing as the
younger man kept working on his spent dick below.


After a while, he asked wearily, "Aren't your jaws tired, baby?"


"Umm...cock's so good though," Danny replied, giving Roberto a few final
sucks.


"I'm glad you like it," the mechanic sighed. Danny hesitantly released his
soft member, wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently.


"I'm covered in cum, Roberto," he groaned, not wanting to move his head.


"You like that."


"In my mouth, not all over my face," he whined.


"Picky eater," Roberto teased, moving his body to face Danny. He began to
sweep the cum on his lover's skin into his mouth. The younger man swallowed
it obediently.


Danny ate all of his cum and sucked Roberto's fingers clean. That made the
mechanic smile. "Good boy," he said, patting his lover's soft head of hair.


"I'm not a boy," Danny grumbled.


"You're my boy." Roberto corrected, kissing his lover's nose.


They jumped into the shower right after. Under the hot water, they washed
each other's body quietly.


The graduate and the mechanic found their way back together, now wiser,
more committed, and with more understanding than before. Many challenges
still lay ahead: approval from Danny's parents; discovering and dealing
with each other's flaws and issues; temptation.


They would try.

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Roberto's relationship. More to cum...in a while lol. Comments and feedback
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