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!
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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