Message-ID: <014302Z23121994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an11658@anon.penet.fi (PghDude) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an11658@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 23 Dec 1994 01:36:24 UTC Subject: Southern Mechanic (M/M) Lines: 191 Hi guys, Here's a new story for you to enjoy. It is FICTION, which means it is invented, imagined; you know, made up. And, remember to use a condom! Comments, suggestions, and dates are always welcome! PghDude ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ It was hard to believe: my junior year of school was over. As I lugged the final load to my car, I had to reflect on the muscle-fucking experiences I had during this past year. All of those hot bodies in the weight room and the occasional stare that turned into a blow job in the locker room. Men who loved the feel of my boner up their tight asses. Luckily, it'd only be two months or so before football camp started up, along with the return of other hairy, muscle men. "Hey, Scottie, I finally made it!" It was Sheila. I had agreed to drop her off at her parents place since it was on my way back to Charlotte. We managed to squeeze her things into my Mustang Convertible and then we were off. We had a good time shooting the breeze as we passed through Maryland and Virginia. I just couldn't comfortable enough, though, to rip off my t-shirt or remove my sweat pants to let the early summer sunlight warm my bod. After dropping her off in some small, out-of-the-way town in southern Virginia, I quickly stripped off my tee and my sweats along side of the road. With the top down, I must have been a sight to see: I weight in at 190 pounds set on a 5'10" solid muscle frame, with very well developed pecs and arms. My thick, chiseled legs were well displayed since the neon yellow running shorts rode up high into my groin. Sporting a pair of shades, I hit the road again, trying to find the highway. I finally conceded to myself that I was lost after highway hunting for twenty minutes. Man, there was *no one* in sight! Great, just what I needed. At 1:30 I pulled into a non-descript gas station to ask for directions. As I stepped out of my car I realized that I should have pulled a shirt on, since the gym socks, Nikes, and the running shorts didn't cover much. But what the hell, who really cares anyway, ya know? I began to think that this dingy gas station was deserted until the mechanic sauntered out from the garage. "Hey, bud, anything I can do for ya?" he asked while giving me the look-over from head to toe. In fact, I was checking him out too! He was shorter than me, maybe 5'8", with dark, buzzed hair and these great smiley eyes. And a little older than me, in his mid 20s. Although we had his overalls on, he had pushed the straps off his broad shoulders, so that his torso was complete exposed. Maybe he was as much an exhibitionist as me? Like me, his pecs and abs showed quite a bit of muscular development, although he sported dense, brown hair on his chest and forearms. He raised an arm to scratch his neck, looking at me as if to wonder when I would answer his question. I just took the opportunity to drink in his V-shape physique. Then I realized that I my cock was beginning to stir in my very short shorts. "I guess I'm lost. I can't find I-95. Do you have a map I could look at?" My words sounded dry in my throat as I began to feel uncomfortable standing nearly naked in front of his southern hunk. "Yeah, guy, I've got a state map hangin' on the wall in my office. You're more than welcome to look it over." His words sounded genuine and friendly. Almost personally inviting! I began to babble about how hot it was and how glad I was to find this station as I followed him around the gas pump to the office. My hard-on stiffened a few more inches as my eye caught the deep wedgie he sported in the seat of his overalls. His narrow hips and bubble butt looked like the perfect refreshment for this sultry summer afternoon. I intentionally let my hand graze his his as he held the door open for me. He caught the hint and flashed me a knowing man-smile. His office was really small: two old wooden seats, a desk with a multitude of newspaper clipping pressed under a glass desk cover, and the drone of a 1960s fan oscillating in the corner. On the wall behind his desk was the Virginia map. Although there wasn't much room, we both managed to wiggle our way around the desk to the map. "Am I far from the intersection?" I asked the question as I traced the route that took me to Sheila's place. I could feel the mechanic's warm breath on my left shoulder as he stood behind me. My dick, which had already snaked itself up to the waistband, was beginning to pulse anew. The mechanic drew his left arm up to the map to explain, "No, guy, you're only a couple of miles away." Then I felt it: his right arm encircled my waist, pulling me back against his hairy chest. I lowered my right hand to play with the hairs on his arm while he dropped his other hand into my running shorts. "Do you have to be leaving soon, guy?" A deep groan escaped my lips in response to his question. While his hands groped my chest, nipples, and crotch, I wrapped my arms behind me and under his overalls to cup his ass. My fingers dug deeper into this stud's ass to find he wasn't wearing any underwear! I soon had his muscular hairy ass-globes in my hands. He was busy too, fishing my 7.5" erection out of my shorts while tongue-fucking my ear. We stood in front of the window of his office, his callused hands wrapped around my fuck-stick and pinching my nipples while I kneaded his bubble-butt. Talk about Southern hospitality! I broke free of the mechanics loving hold to turn around and face him. In no time I buried my hands back under his overalls, fitting my hands against the wonderful curves of this man's ass. While he felt up my back from my ass to my lats, I manages to unfasten his overalls so that they fell to his knees. With our stiff dicks rubbing against each other, I pressed my lips against his to make out with this studly stranger! His moans of delight were muffled as I drove my tongue harder into his mouth, enjoying the warmth of his tongue greeting me. It felt so incredible to have another man's body pressed tight up against mine, his hard tits poking my chest and his chest hair scratching me felt so manly. We were both grooving to it when I lowered my hands to his thick traps and pushed him to his knees with my veiny cock dripping before his eyes. "Yeah, mechanic-man, let me see you work on his cock!" I demanded of him. Even without my hand behind his head he eagerly moved forward to lick the underside of my rigid tool. I began to moan loudly as he literally slurped up the precum from my dick spout. He continued to lick the underside of my dick and my hairy balls so that they were well tongue bathed before he plunged his mouth over my dick. "You're a good cocksucker, man! Keep it going!" His lips were tightly sealed around my dick as he bobbed his dark-haired head up and down, sending those electric jolts through my body like only another man can do! I looked down to realize that his dick was also rock hard and dripping long stringy pears of man-juice on the floor. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the Virginia map, massaging his rounded biceps with my hands while he continued to work my dick in front of the office window. I could feel the spunk rising down at my cockroot, and pulled my mechanic boy off of my dick. With a husky voice I thought I left at school as told him, "Kneel up on your desk, grease monkey, so I can suck that hairy butt of yours." Soon his 5'8" lean frame was supported by his knees and hands on the desk top, with his little winker teasing me. Running my hand along his hairy thighs up to his ass, I took a seat in the chair as I began to feast on this stud's ass. Now when I tongue fuck an ass, I don't dodge around the focus of attraction, but instead dive right into it hard and deep. I had to steady his hips with my hands, since he was squirming and moving around so much. His baritone voice encouraged me to continue between the loud, throaty moans. The whole fuckin' scene was too much. Two well-built guys getting down dirty and nasty in a gas station office in front of the window with the door open! He was clearly getting off on this as much as I was, and a continuous rope of clear pre-fuck juice dropped from his hard-on to the desk top. The underside of my tongue was beginning to tire from the deep fucking it was driving into him, so I slowly pulled out and replaced my tongue with two saliva-coated fingers. "Yeah, you like to be finger fucked, man? Come on, let me hear how much you love it!" My middle finger found his prostate gland, causing him to squeal in delight! I backed off of it, though, cause I wanted to pound it out of him another way. After I worked three fingers inside of his warm asshole, I spat on my hand to slick up my dick. "You want an oil check with my dip stick, mechanic?" I asked him while I gently nibbled on his muscular ass. "Oh, come on man, give it to me! I haven't had it for so long! Oh, yeah! Come on guy, fuck out my ass!" My southern mechanic was roaring and ready to go! I pressed my dickhead up against his wide-open hole while I massaged the inside of his thighs. Slowly I sank into him, causing him to tense up as the crown of my dick snuggled past his sphincter. I leaned over his bod, pressing my chest against his back and gently stroked his dick to ease the sensation. (I've learned that fucking another dude is doubly intense if you remember to work his dick as well! Remember this, guys!) In no time our bodies were slick from perspiration and my dick had found a home inside of his ass. Man, sweet and tight! Thinking back, now, I'm surprised that his wild moans and groans didn't call other southern boy-toys in to play! When my pubes ticked his hairy ass-crack I began to pull out, slowly but steadily. Most men are driven insane when you pull out almost all the way and then drive it back home until your balls slap together; he was no exception! While my one hand stroked his dick, the other hand fondled his sizable pecs and pinched his nipples. When his dick suddenly surged with blood, I could tell he was soon to explode! I removed my hand from his cock, since I wanted to pump it out of him from inside. I grabbed both of his shoulders from underneath and plowed deep into him, fucking his tight man-ass for all it could take. As my dick spewed its sticky spunk inside of his ass, he arched his back and let loose with a load that coated my arms and his chest in hot fuck juice! Ugh! Our screams and moans of pleasure could only have been interpreted by other guys who get into other men! I wrapped my big arms around him and held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of our bodies as the wave subsided. My dick was still pulsing hard as I withdrew from his fucker hole. I must have pumped quite a load into him, since some had trickled down his thigh during the thrusting I gave him. Seated in the chair, I tenderly licked him clean of my spunk, tongue bathing his balls and legs to get it all up. As I finished, he collapsed on top of the desk. Turning over to lie on his back, he motioned me over to him. I crawled on the desk to join him, and after cleaning his pec hair free of his cum, joined his mouth in a final embrace. Our hands were all over each other, caressing each others necks, shoulders, and sides. We were joined lip-to-lip, chest-to-chest, dick-to-dick as we made out anew. I felt his fingers prod at my fuck shoot when I heard a rough, masculine voice ask, "You boys too tired to help me out with the pump?" Needless to say, I didn't get home until *very* late that night! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.