Used Car Man
Things had not been going well in my life in recent months, and when my old junker of a car collapsed completely on the curb in front of my house, I almost cried. I didn't have the money to fix it again, and certainly didn't have the money to buy another one. I called my brother for a loan, but he was tapped out too. He suggested I call our uncle who might be able to help. I screwed up my nerve, and dialed.
"Uncle Joe, hi." I could picture his overweight frame in his shiny gray suit with the poorly knotted tie askew around his neck. I could almost smell the cigar he always had shoved in his slack mouth.
"Hey faggot." I just knew he loved me dearly. "You must need money or somethin'. I never hear from you unless you do. What is it this time?"
I explained as briefly as I could, but could tell my woes were falling on deaf ears. When I got to the part, where I explained that I was waiting to hear if I'd been cast in a play that would be touring the county, I could actually feel him bristle over the phone.
"Tell you what Bunny." He was full of nicknames for me, but didn't seem to remember my real name at all, which was the same as my dad, his brother, dead now for eight years. "I'm not going to loan you any money, but I will give you some information."
"What's that Uncle Joe?" It would be a relief to get the rejection over with and get off the phone.
"Tow your car down to Jake's Auto Sales, and tell him I sent you. He's a good buddy of mine, and I'm sure he'll work something out for you. He owes me a few favors."
"Thanks Uncle Joe. I appreciate the suggestion."
"Let me know what happens." He laughed heartily before hanging up. I wondered why at the time, but shrugged it off, and went to find my friend Allen, who would help tow my junk heap to Jake's place.
Jake came out of the little shack at the back of his property when Allen and I drove into the lot, towing my car. He was a middle aged man who affected a swagger. He actually carried a swagger stick, which he constantly whacked against his leg. I noticed he wasn't whacking it in a particularly gentle way either. His flesh must be red from the beating he's giving it all the time, I thought.
"What can I do you out of boys?" He grinned, showing a mouth full of gold. His slicked black hair was black with oil, and looked like a cap on top of his head.
I told him my uncle had suggested I come down to see him about a car. He listened to my story, nodding, and rubbing his chin. He looked at Allen, and asked if he was part of the deal.
"No. He just helped with the towing."
"Then bye bye sonny," he waved at Allen, while he whacked his leg. "I got to work out a deal with your friend here, and we don't need you here to gum up the action." Jake was one strange dude. I shrugged at Allen, and told him I'd get myself home, if we couldn't work out a set of wheels.
"If you're sure man," Allen said. I could tell he didn't think much of Jake either.
"I'll be all right. I'll call you when I get home." Allen jumped back into his old pickup, and threw it in gear. He looked relieved to be away from Jake's Auto Sales.
"Come with me," Jake commanded, and turned and headed for the shack. He whacked his leg with every step. In the shack, he closed the door, and locked it. The door had a permanent closed sign nailed to it, so if the door was closed Jake's was closed. The only window in the place, was filled with a muttering air conditioner, that was only partially cooling the office. The top part of the window had been boarded up with a sheet of unpainted plywood. A large gray desk occupied the center of the small room, and a four drawer filing cabinet stood in the corner behind the desk. Jake sat down in the rotating chair behind the desk, and pointed to one of two uncomfortable looking chairs that faced the desk just inside the door. I sat down.
Lighting a cigar, Jake put his feet up on the desk, and whacked his leg a few times before he spoke. I didn't actually pay much attention to what he said, I was too taken with the obvious outline of his massive hardon running down the leg he kept whacking.
"Hey kid!" His rough voice brought my attention back to him.
"Yeah?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Uh...No sir. I guess I didn't."
"You like my dick? That's what I said. You like my big fuckin' dick?"
"Oh." I dreaded what was coming, and I knew that someday I'd get even with my fucking uncle.
"Joe, owes me a few favors, and I guess he thinks you can help him pay one or two off."
"And how's that?"
"Well now, let's pick out a suitable automobile for you, and then we can work out the deal and how you'll pay for it."
"Fine." I stood up and walked to the door.
"Where you going kid?"
"To pick out a car."
"I'll pick out the car. When I see how high a payment you can make." He whacked himself a couple of times.
"I told you I don't..."
"Have no money. I know that. But you've got other resources don't you?" He looked my body up and down, leaving nothing to be imagined.
"What do I have to do?" He grinned when I said this, and his gold teeth glittered in the dim office light.
"How `bout strippin' off yer clothes."
"Here?"
"Yes here. Nobody's gonna see nothin' I'm closed for business right now." I started unbuttoning my shirt slowly.
"Hurry it up. I ain't got all day." I finished the shirt, and left it hanging open while I released my belt and kicked off my shoes and pants. I laid them on a chair, and took off my shirt. I still had my underwear on, and to spite my chagrin, my cock was beginning to stiffen up.
"Shuck them shorts." As I approached being naked, Jake's eyes had become more steely and piercing, He puffed on his cigar, filling the office with reaking smoke. I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. All I had on was my tube socks.
Jake took his feet off the desk, and stood up. He whacked himself a couple of times, and stepped around the desk toward me. His cock was huge, and he pressed it up against my bare hip, and reached for my left nipple and pinched. I winced at the sudden pain, and he whacked my butt cheeks hard with the swagger stick.
"Ouch! Shit! What did you do that for?" The stick whistled through the air against my butt cheeks again and again. He still had my nipple in a vice grip, and was humping my hip with his heavy cock shaft. He said nothing, but finally stopped swinging the stick against my flesh.
"Get up on all fours on the desk. I want your ass in my face. And get them socks off." I stooped to remove my socks, and he had a perfect shot at my ass. He let the stick trail over it, and switched it a few tiny strokes.
When I got my socks off, I crawled up onto the desk, with my ass facing him. My cock was hard, and my balls were churning in their bag.
He laid his cigar on the edge of the desk, and I could see the chewed end of the tobacco, wet and slimy. He blew on my asshole, and I could smell the hot smoke he'd exhaled onto my pucker. He ran a finger up and down my crack, and then laid the stick on the desk next to the cigar. He gripped both my ass cheeks in his hard hands, and spread me roughly apart. The pain sent a shudder through me, and it continued when I felt his scraggy unshaven face force its way toward my asshole, scratching my tender skin on either side. His long hot tongue slathered my hole with reeking saliva. He pointed his tongue, and drove it into me hard. I shuddered again, never having experienced a rim job quite this forceful before.
He sucked and rimmed my asshole until it was loose and relaxed. I could feel the copious amounts of saliva he'd left oozing down my ass channel. He suddenly picked up the swagger stick, and slapped the desk top twice like cracking a whip. I jumped from the shock of the noise. He reversed the stick, and presented the handle to my opening, and pushed it into me without pausing. It wasn't large, and I took the intrusion easily, even enjoyed it a bit. I do like to be fucked.
He fucked it in and out of me until I was wiggling my butt with pleasure. He pulled it out suddenly, and stuck the handle between his gold teeth, and replaced it with four of his fingers in my tender ass. Two from each hand. He pulled and tugged at my opening not caring if he hurt me or not. With my right foot, I could feel his massive boner throbbing in his pants, and I wondered if he thought he could get that monster cock inside my hole.
When he had me stretched open, he spit the stick out onto my back, and with my butthole pried open, he inserted his tongue further into me than any had been before. I trapped his hardon between both my bare feet, and began to use my toes to massage his raging boner. He was grunting and moaning into my butt, and lapping my ass juices like honey nectar. Finally, after this had gone on for twenty minutes, he stood upright, and started ripping at his belt and zipper.
"I got to fuck you kid! Look in that top drawer for a rubber." I hurriedly searched the mess of litter in the drawer for a condom, and found one just in time. He was so worked up I think he'd have forced himself into me even without protection. He stripped the rubber out of its foil, and rolled it onto his massive shaft. He wasted little time before he put the giant mushroom head at my opening and pushed into me. The rim job had left me open and well slicked. I was amazed he slid into me without resistance.
He fucked into me a few minutes, then forced a finger from each hand past his cock into my steaming hole. The added pressure felt like I was being pulled apart. The sensation was not one of pain, but rather incredible fullness. He fucked me for another few minutes, before he inserted two more fingers. Eventually, he had all four fingers from each hand in my asshole surrounding his huge cock, sliding in and out of me like a piston. I was shuddering with every stroke, and before long, he was shuddering too.
I realized I was about to lose it, and tried to warn him. I found I couldn't speak, only groan. I raised my head and looked at him in my peripheral vision. He was fucking in ecstasy, his shirt tail flopping in the way, getting stained with my ass juices. My cock began to contract, and my nuts exploded streams of jism across the desk and room. I splattered the back of his chair, and watched bleary eyed as my cum oozed down to the leather seat.
My contracting cock and tightening assring, brought him to the edge of his orgasm. He began with a series of pig like grunts, and kept it up, plowing my tunnel deep with each thrust.
"Take my fuckin' spunk fairy! Suck my fuckin' spunk outa my dick cocksucker!" I felt my guts turn liquid as he filled the cumtank on his rubber, and stretched it to beyond capacity. The hot burning spot in my belly was overwhelming to my senses, and I wavered between light and dark shuddering in ecstacy.
When I became aware again, I was still naked, and sitting in Jake's old leather chair. I could feel the sticky trail of my cum against my back, and a puddle of sticky fluid that had oozed out of my stretched asshole onto his leather seat. I was alone in the office, and the door was closed. But not for long.
Jake opened the door, and strode over to me. He whacked my leg lightly with the swagger stick, and asked if I'd come around yet. I opened my eyes, and he grinned at me puffing on his cigar.
"You tell that uncle of your's I said, your a better fuck any day than he is." He blew smoke in my face, and I started coughing.
"What?" I didn't think I'd heard right.
"I said you're a damn sight better fuck than that sorry assed ol' uncle of yours."
"You and Uncle Joe fuck around?"
"Have been since we was kids together. He ever fuck you?"
"No. He and I don't really get along too well."
"Probably `cause he wants to get in yer butthole, and doesn't know how to ask. I know since ol' Mabel yer Aunt died three years ago, he's been horny as hell. Me an' him's gettin' tired of fuckin' each other. Ain't got nobody else though." He threw a set of keys on the desk, and puffed on his cigar.
"Those are to the best piece of machinery I got on the lot. I hope you like it." He puffed, and whacked his leg once with his stick. "All you have to do to pay for it, is to be over at my house Friday nights by ten o'clock. I figure you'll have it paid off in a year if you don't miss any payments.
I hurriedly dressed, and opened the door. Parked in front of the shack was a bright red Corvette convertible. It looked new, but he told me it was three years old. He showed me a few things about it, and then reminded me not to miss any payments, because people who missed payments pissed him off.
He whacked his leg hard three times, and grinned at me with his golden teeth. I got into the car, while he stood in the doorway of his shack and puffed on his cigar.
The car drives like a dream, and when Allen saw it, he said, `What a fuckin' car!' I told him he didn't know the half of it. He doesn't understand why we can't get together on Friday nights to party anymore. I told him I work on paying the car off on Fridays. He's asked to come along.
Jake seems interested, and wonders if Uncle Joe ought to be let in on the deal. I'm thinking about it.
End