It was rather intimidating walking into that shop for the first time. It was an older shop. The floor was grimy with the ground in dirt and grease of hundreds of trucks. Mechanics looked up at me with an air of indifference. I was to be the shop bitch. My dad got me the job for the summer. Empty garbage cans, sweep floors, fetch parts. Meh, it is a summer job.
After Roy showed me around, I started to work. For a young man it was rather overwhelming to be around so many gruff guys. My jeans tenting as the smell of sweat and old oil filled my nostrils.
I was helping Mark, an older mechanic, handing him tools and stuff. I was kneeling beside him, his legs sticking out from under the giant truck. Blue coveralls near black with grease, scuffed giant boots had me mesmerized. Good thing he was working underneath. I was having a hard time hiding my boner. As he pulled himself out I looked at his weathered mug, he hadn't shaved in a while, not sure if he was trying to grow a beard or just didn't bother shaving. Faded blue tattoos peeked out from the collar of his workwear.
He must have caught me, "what you staring at"
I jumped, stammering and shielding my tented coveralls with a coil of air hose. "nothing... just ah... I was just looking at your tattoos..."
"Hmph," he grunted "got them long time ago"
Keep in mind, I had zero experience and my balls were aching at this point. I asked "can I see them?"
"got them all over you know but come on down after work, I will show you." In hindsight he was looking at me rather wolfishly.
"M' Kay " I stammered.
After work I put my bike in the back of his beat up pick up and got in. "You want a beer?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer he handed me a warm can from under the seat and cracked one for himself. The inside was filled with crushed cans, cigarette packs and empty dip containers. A short time later we arrived at his trailer. It was like something out of a movie set. Canadian flag with a pot leaf for a curtain and a rusty hulk of some truck in the yard. The trailer looked like it should be condemned.
Inside was definitely a man's space. Takeout containers, empty beer bottles, overflowing ashtray. THe smell of coveralls, man musk and pot was in the air. He grabbed two more beers from the fridge and lit up a joint. After taking a big pull he handed it to me. Nt wanting to disappoint, I took a hit and nearly coughed my lungs out. Laughing, he hit my back as I choked. "You good buddy?" he said Nodding I tried again, less deep of a drag. It hits me hard. Mind floating I sink to the chesterfield. Mindlessly we chatted, smoked and drank for a while when he asked, "you of age there buddy?"
Nervously I said yes in that stoned but panicked voice.
"Good" he said wolfishly "back in prison, I could pick out some like you real easy"
His rough, stained hands started pulling off my work clothes. I returned the favor, hands shaking. "I've never done this before"
His eyebrow arced, "Good, then I don't gotta use a condom and I get to bust me a cherry." My foggy brain couldn't process this. Was I about to lose my virginity to white-trash, ex-con who smelled like he put on another layer of deodorant rather than shower? Yes... yes I was
He pushed me towards the bedroom. The disheveled bed with grey, or used to be white sheets. Clothes covered the floor and the open closet showed nothing but empty hangers.
He pushed me down by my shoulders and I took his cock into my mouth. I have never tasted a cock before so I didn't know what to expect. It was salty and meaty tasting. His bush mashed into my nose. Before his cock blocked my throat, I drank in his musky smell. After a little while his rough hands gripped my ears and he pumped in and out aggressively.
He was shuddering, rising to his toes as he got close. "Gotta stop" he gasped, "need that little bitch ass"
He guided me up and on to my back. "I want to see your face when I punk you out"
Black nailed hands gripped my ankles. Pushing them up over my shoulders he guided his cock to my little bud. He snorted like an animal, hocking a loogie and spreading the slime on his cock. I felt the slippery mushroom head press against my hole. His hard yes met my slightly panicked gaze. Unflinching he pressed into me. I whimpered a bit as my virgin hole gave way and he popped in. Crying out as it felt like a log was thrust into me.
"Shhhh, shhhhh there. It will feel great in a sec there" He held his position for a bit as I got used to the intrusion.
Sawing back and forth he seemed to be looking for something. Then it happened. His cockhead hit something in me and my cock lurched. It felt amazing. I reached for my cock but he bat my hand away grinning devilishly. Deliberately, and methodically he hit that spot over and over, my cock leaking into my belly button. Then, almost by surprise, I shot. Cum hitting the wall behind us as he groaned and I swear I felt his cock pulse and unload deep inside me.
Head swimming, he unceremoniously pulled out. "Thanks bud. Needed that. You want a ride home?"
Nodding dumbly, confused I got up on my elbows. "Yea, please"
Wiping his cock off on my underwear he handed them to me to put on. Later I found myself exiting his beat up truck a block from my house (I lied where to drop me off)
Once I got home I saw my dad. He looked at my disheveled body and said "rough first day? No mind, you'll get used to it"
"Yea, I'll get through the summer"
"Just don't tell them you're my son. Those lowlifes will fuck with you if they find out you're the owner's son.