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Romancing The Mechanic
By Simon Peter
Sammy sighs. The guy working on his car is beautiful. Sammy watches as the guy moves around, bends, checks the engine, tightens a screw, whatever. The guy is hot in whatever position. Sammy feels the stirrings in his groin as he watches.
Sammy is proud of his car. He has brought it in for oil change and brakes check. He usually uses this mechanic shop, but today there is this new guy that he has not seen before. He must be one of the dark-skinned refugees who have been flooding the country because of the war in their own country.
Sammy sighs again, staring at the guy's behind, firm and bubbled, as he bends over the engine.
Sammy's Subaru Impreza is his pride. He loves the small but powerful car. When he is driving, he feels the power under the hood and this invariably gives him a sexual reaction, as if he is riding a hard, vibrating cock, in a way. He sighs again, visualizing the dark-skinned, slim but muscled guy in his arms, naked, sweaty, hard.
Sammy's imagination is also powerful, sometimes even more powerful than his Impreza. As he watches the young mechanic's butt, he shivers. How would it feel if the guy was on top of him, his cock deep inside him, thrusting; he would cup the guy's buns, feeling the tautening of the muscles as the guy thrusts deeper into him? He is already feeling his own dick lengthening. He is wearing sweats and a pair of boxers. He glances down and notices his bulge as his cock hardens. Shit! It's going to show if he keeps thinking about the hot guy working on his car.
Sammy averts his gaze in order to put a stop to his erecting penis. It wouldn't do to walk around with an outlined erection, not confined by tight briefs or tight jeans. The boxers and sweat pants do nothing to hide his cock. And he is fairly hung, compared to the other men he's been with. He knows that his cock would definitely be obvious to whoever is looking. He closes his eyes and wills his cock to settle. But the image of the hot dark-skinned guy jumps into his head. Ah, for someone this hot to take home to bed. If only!
"It's done."
Sammy jumps, opening his eyes, to find the young very, very, very hot guy a couple of meters away.
He glances down the slim body, the flat stomach, the nice bulge under the overalls, then back up at the face, the dark brown eyes, boring into him, as if reading what is going on in his mind. He can just glean one of the guy's nipples peeking out of the opened overalls top, the chest smooth and glistening with sweat. There is a smudge of grease right under his chin, making him irresistible.
"Oh?" Sammy grunts, his heart starting to race. He can feel the heat emanating from the guy, standing close to him.
"Your car. It's ready."
The guy is handing Sammy the car keys. Sammy reaches for the keys and brushes the guy's hand as he takes them from him. He shivers. Is that a smile on the guy's face? Sammy shoots a glance down his own body, and sure enough, his dick is starting to tent the sweats. He looks back up at the guy's face.
The dark brown eyes stare back at him; there is something there. Could it be...? No way.
"Thanks," Sammy mumbles.
"Here. Let me show you something. You need to check the oil every now and then. Let me show you."
The guy guides him towards the Subaru. Sammy very well knows about how to check the oil. Duh!
But... the guy's butt is right there, right in front of him. He is dying to grab it, turn the guy around and kiss his lips, press on his crotch, feel the butt muscle tighten under the palms of his hands. His erection throbs.
Sammy bends over the car's engine, next to the guy who is explaining to him... whatever. Sammy's mind is not on the Subaru. Sammy's mind is on the guy.
"My name is Daro," the guy says in a low voice, almost a whisper. "And I like you."
Sammy feels dizzy. Is it his imagination? Has this hot guy just made an advance? Sammy knew that these guys boast about their masculinity and would never admit to anything close to a relationship with other guys. In a daze, as if in a dream, he stares at the dark-skinned hand moving slowly to touch his, pressing, caressing. How could he have known? Is Sammy's lust spelled out across his forehead or something?
"I can see you are interested in me, too," Daro whispers. "Your cock is hard in your sweats. My cock is hard in my overalls. Do you want it?"
Do I want it? Do I want it? Jesus in heaven, how I want it. I can push him back against the hood of the car, pull down his overalls, and suck his brains off. I can eat him, grease and sweat and all.
"I'm Sammy."
Lame. Has he just responded to an invitation to cock by giving his name? He couldn't believe himself.
Lame. He is shaking all over, the heat from this hot mechanic's thigh, almost touching him now, is intense. Involuntarily, he moves closer, the two thighs press. Daro turns sideways, glancing over at his boss as he does so, finding his boss engrossed in another car. Daro's hardness presses on Sammy's thigh. Sammy almost faints as the mechanic's erection prods his thigh muscle.
"Come to my place for a coffee," Sammy croaks. For coffee? Jesus, Sammy can't be lamer. Coffee?
More like cock and semen and fucking and deep-throating and ... God, sexing.
"I finish in a couple of hours," Daro says, pressing harder on Sammy, grinding, and Sammy feels the throbbing of the mechanic's manhood, insistent, lusting.
"I want you in my place five minutes after the couple of hours," Sammy says throatily, his whole body saturated with sex hormones.
Sammy pays, leaving a hefty tip, gets in the car, doesn't dare look at Daro for fear of shooting a load right there and then, if he only looks into those brown eyes. He drives away, the humming of the Subaru's engine giving him shivers, not helping with controlling the erection in his sweats. He imagines Daro's body glued to him, plastered onto him, driving inside him, fucking him.
It takes Sammy a few minutes to calm down. His head takes over his thinking from his balls and dick.
His erection subsides. What the hell has he been thinking? What has he just done? He can't believe that he has invited a stranger, one of those immigrants, to his home. The guy is hot, true. The guy rubbed against him, true. But still. These guys are known for their horniness. In their culture, they don't stand much chance of getting laid until they get married. The womanfolk are extremely prude, and licentiousness is a crime to be punished by their fathers and brothers, sometimes by death.
Guys like Dori would be extremely lucky if he could get one of the girls to let him rub against her, often ejaculating in his pants. She might let him touch her breast, just might, if she happens to be that forward. But holding his penis in her hand? That is totally impossible. If word goes out, she would never get married and would be ostracized. Suck cock? What? That is the meanest thing a girl would do. Not her wildest dreams would she ever consider such an act. She would rather die.
Sammy knew that in many instances, these horny guys like Dori found release by masturbating and sometimes by finding another guy who is willing to give them a blowjob. But that cannot be often. So, perhaps Dori is straight but has noticed Sammy's interest and is thinking about money.
That is very possible, even probable, Sammy thought. Would the guy get to his house, fuck his ass, take his wallet, and then go back to his friends and tell them about his victory? But Dori is working in a garage where Sammy is a customer. He wouldn't dare do something to endanger his livelihood, especially since finding work is extremely difficult for the young immigrant men. No. But yes, he might ask for money.
Well? Sammy reflects. He has accepted gifts from boyfriends, bottles of perfume, a necktie, a leather wallet. He has also given a few to his boyfriends. Are these items any different from a one-hundred- dollar bill? He is more than willing to pay Dori one hundred dollars to spend a night with him. That is not really prostitution. It is more like services rendered. Sammy knows that his rationalizing. But what the fuck? A good lay is a good lay!
Two minutes into his apartment, Sammy rushes into the bathroom and shoots one of the biggest loads he has ever had. Squirts of cum hit the toilet seat as well as the floor around it.
Sammy is spent. He is also still shivering. He gets into the shower and watches the water running over his body, his dick, his nuts. He wants Daro, in Daro's sweat and grease. But he has to be spotlessly clean for the young mechanic.
Lying on the bed, naked, breathing heavily, Sammy ponders the situation again. This Daro is definitely hot. But he is a refugee. He is sure of that after hearing Daro's accent. But that makes him even more exciting. Sammy is the clean-shaven, eye-glasses, academic-looking guy. His editing job at one of the prestigious publishing houses has enabled him to buy his beloved Impreza. The only time he allows himself to wear sweats is on Saturdays. On other days, he wears dress pants and buttoned-down shirts. Daro, however, is exactly the opposite. Is this why Sammy is so excited by the young refugee mechanic? Opposites attract?
Sammy closes his eyes and brings the garage scene back. He can clearly visualize Daro: the slim body, the dark skin, the brown eyes, the cute butt, and, God, the pressing erection on his thigh. His body trembles. How is it going to be when Daro finally appears at his doorstep? Is it going to be romantic?
Perhaps sweaty and greasy? Or maybe rough? Guys like Daro are known to be rough.
Fuck! Sammy's sexual relationships so far have all been emotionally saturated. He loves the sex, sure, but the emotions are a must for him. Will Daro kiss? Will Daro touch him tenderly, rub his hands over his body? Will Daro plunge into him at one huge thrust without preparation, or will he ease his way inside slowly, with plenty of lubricant, whispering endearments, possibly bending over and kissing his lips as the cock stretches his rim muscle and penetrates? Daro might very well want to be topped, though, although this would not be in line with what these guys lust for. Will Daro take Sammy's 8-inch cock in his mouth? Up his ass?
Sammy's erection returns. Fierce. He doesn't know what to make of the young mechanic. Maybe the guy is after money. Should he offer him money? He has never paid for sex before. He has never needed to. With his looks and cock size he has never lacked for a partner. But there have been the gifts. Besides, Daro could do with more money, of course. Damn it. He wants the guy, lusts for the guy, but he also wants the romance and the dignity.
Sammy sighs. Again. It is as if this relationship with the young refugee is going to be full of sighs. Will it?
Will he regret it? Daro has been very forward back there. He has pressed his fucking cock onto Sammy's thigh, and rubbed, for Christ's sake. He has humped Sammy like a dog in heat.
Sammy wonders: what has made the mechanic so forward. How has he known that Sammy is interested? In guys? But he has known and has immediately acted on it. In a perverse way, Sammy is glad that Daro has been aggressive enough to initiate a meeting. He, himself, would never dare be as forward, no matter how much the body signals are encouraging.
Sammy rubs his dick. Oh, man, very soon he is going to get laid. No, he is going to get fucked! Sammy gets up and stands in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom. He has a great body and he is fully satisfied with it. His big cock erects horizontally with a small curve along the middle of the shaft. The cut head is mushroomed and knobby, the shaft vein-y. The hair on his chest is manly, trailing down to thick pubes. The blackness of his body hair contrasts with the whiteness of his skin. Daro has dark skin.
Is he hairy? His chest looked smooth from the glimpses Sammy has had through the open-neck overalls. How big is his dick? Those guys from across the border are known to be well-equipped.
Turning around, Sammy studies his butt in the mirror. Nice and bubbly. A fuzzy male ass. He runs one hand over the cheeks, and he smiles at their firmness, knowing that those cheeks are going to be fucked soon.
The doorbell! He is here! Sammy feels weak in the knees as he quickly wraps a towel around his waist, aware of his bulge. He has decided on the towel because he doesn't want to play around at pretending. He wants sex and the guy is here to give it to him. So why dress up and go through the motions? It would be nicer to have Daro undress him as they kiss, of course. But perhaps Daro is not into that? Maybe he is too macho for that?
Sammy silently and fervently prays that there would be some romance with the sex as he walks over to get the door.
"Hi."
Oh, those brown eyes. Sammy can cream himself just by looking into these eyes. Daro is smiling. He looks so cute, the fucker, now that he has washed off the grease from his face cheeks and his hands.
Sammy welcomes him in and notices Daro studying the fact that all Sammy has on is a towel, tented.
It takes Daro only a few seconds to take in the scene, reach for Sammy, grab him by the arms, and bring him in, into a tight bear hug, lips meeting hungrily. Sammy opens his mouth to the aggressively probing tongue. He tastes some grease and sweat, which makes the kiss even more erotic. Since when has he become aroused by the earthiness of a lover? Sammy is a stickler for cleanliness, but Daro is exactly the opposite of that. Where has the smell of soap, of shampoo, of after shave, gone?
Not that Daro is dirty, but the body scent and the mouth taste are anything but soapy or shampooed or perfumed. It is masculine. It is earthy. Damn, it is fucking erotic.
Sammy moans into Daro's mouth as the mechanic presses his body on him, the erections of both men grinding. Sammy feels Daro's erection against his crotch. He can't tell the size exactly, but does that matter? The guy is hot and horny. And Sammy wants hot and horny, badly. Sammy shivers as he feels Daro's cock throbbing from inside his pants onto Sammy's crotch. He needs sex. They both need sex.
The kiss lingers as Daro caresses Sammy's lower back and butt. Sammy wants to get to the sucking and fucking part desperately but he is enjoying the romantic kiss and caressing and grinding even more.
They move towards the couch and slump down onto it, not breaking the kiss. Sammy gropes Daro's crotch. The guy is rock hard inside his pants. Sammy rubs the manhood slowly and feels Daro's hands exploring his ass under the towel, sending shivers up his spine.
In no time, the towel is off and Sammy is totally naked, his body a bundle of nerves, electrified. Daro stands up and starts taking off his clothes. He is wearing a t-shirt and briefs. Sammy's eyes widen at the bulge inside the briefs. That's one big tool in there. But more surprisingly is the young guy's torso as he pulls off the t-shirt. A beautiful torso by any standard. Smooth. Flat stomach. Fantastic abs. Pink circular nipples, surrounded by a few hairs. The skin is dark and silky, almost shiny, as if Daro has applied some kind of lotion or oil on his smooth chest. His pecs are defined, showing him as a working man. It is not that Daro can afford going to the gym. But with Daro's kind of work, who needs a gym?
The whole body is toned.
The briefs go down and Sammy is amazed. He freezes. What he sees is beyond all his expectation. The trail from the belly button is thick and black, growing to a much denser patch of pubic hair, masculine, black, and curled, encircling the most gorgeous cock Sammy has ever laid eyes on, whether in real life or over the Internet. He is used to describe hot naked men as "eye candy.' But this mechanic is all kinds of dessert. Sammy drools.
Daro stands naked as Sammy gazes at his body with wide eyes, trying to take in the beauty. From the waist down, Daro is hairy. There is hair around the cock, like a crown; the balls are hairy, so are the muscled thighs and the legs. Unlike the smooth chest, the mechanic is all man. But it is the cock that is the center of all this beauty.
Daro's dick is at least nine inches by Sammy's initial estimate. Sammy has seen big penises, but nothing comes close to this tool a few centimeters away from his face. It erects upwards at a 60-degree angle, exposing the hairy balls in their tight sack. They don't dangle under the scrotum, but they fit tightly at the base of the vertical rod. The head is cut and mushroomed and glistening, with a pronounced ridge.
The skin is a shade darker than the rest of the body. All in all, this man-tool is chiseled to perfection.
Sammy cannot breathe. As if in a dream, he reaches out and touches the mechanic's chest, his eyes mesmerized on the erected cock as it points upwards directed to his face, inviting, enticing, magically drawing him closer and closer until his lips touch the throbbing head.
Sammy's mouth burns as the cock head presses between his lips, hard but satin-like. He licks. The taste is tangy, a bit funky, but masculine and erotic. He reaches for the balls, cupping them as his lips wrap around the knobby cock head, pressing, the tongue flicking round and round. He feels hands holding his head by the ears. He feels the hardness of cock pushing toward his throat. He gags but swallows, his eyes clinched closed. He brings his hands down and holds onto the hairy thighs, and he swallows more, breathing through his nose, praying that it wouldn't be clogged with snot but knowing that it soon would be. He swallows, it seems for ages. Is there a base for this hard cock? Daro keeps pushing and Sammy keeps on swallowing, the throbbing cock keeps on sliding deeper.
He opens his eyes and is greeted with the thick curly black hair patch, his lips one inch away from the base, already being brushed by the pubes. He keeps on swallowing, his throat on fire, his nose buried, the man scent strong in his nostrils, making him dizzy.
Daro arches back giving Sammy more cock as Sammy breathes in the masculinity of the mechanic.
Sammy feels as if the cock has penetrated his throat and snaked all the way down to his stomach. He moans with lust. Then he lets go. The cock glistens and throbs as it springs out of Sammy's mouth, dripping spit and the beginning of precum. Sammy gives it a couple of strokes, looking up at Daro's beautiful face, his saliva making it slick.
Daro picks Sammy's head up by the hair and they kiss, Sammy barely able to stand on his shaky wobbly legs. They move back onto the sofa and Daro lies on top of Sammy, two naked bodies glued on each other.
"You turn me on so much, white boy," Daro whispers into Sammy's mouth.
"Oh," Sammy can hardly say anything.
"You love my dick, white boy, don't you?" Daro asks. "Don't you?" he persists, pressing his body down.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sammy stammers.
"Want it inside you, don't you? Don't you, white boy? Say it. Say how much you want me, you want my dick up your hot white ass." Daro is pulling on Sammy's hair, grinding his body down, Sammy now barely able to breathe.
"Want you," Sammy croaks, unable to be more coherent. "Wantyouwantyouwantyou. Oh, fuck, I want you."
Daro stands up and Sammy feels lonely as soon as the weight is lifted off of him. This mechanic is a god. He can't be human. Naked, erected, smiling down at him. Real hot dark flesh. Suddenly he is aware of his own whiteness as Daro reaches down and strokes his hard cock. He reaches for the mechanic's god-like tool, but Daro takes one step back, out of reach, fisting the white cock harder, slapping Sammy's hand away.
As if on cue, Sammy turns over on his stomach, regretting losing Daro's grip on his cock, but desperately desiring for Daro to get on top of his bare ass. He lifts up his butt, invitingly. Daro climbs on. The dark cock slides into the fuzzy crack as the weight presses down on Sammy. There is warm wetness on Sammy's neck as daro licks it, his cock moving up and down the crack.
"Want me to fuck your white ass?" Daro is still taunting, teasing, driving Sammy wild.
Sammy nods without turning around. Yes. He wants Daro to fuck him. He aches for the hard huge man cock to split him open, to fill him. But where is the romance? This is happening too fast.
"Wait," Sammy whispers as he feels the cock knob against his hole, already pressing.
"What?" Daro whispers back, nudging, the head starting to spread the ass muscle, eager to penetrate.
"Please," Sammy begs. "Let's go slow. Let's enjoy this."
Daro rises. "So you don't want to get fucked, white boy, huh?" Daro strokes his own cock. "You bring me up here, get me excited and all, and then leave me stranded? No way, white boy. I'm going to fuck you."
Sammy feels the slap on his butt, hard. It stings. He also feels tears build behind his eyeballs. He wants to be fucked, there's no question about that. And to be fucked by this hot guy. Of course, he wants it.
But it seems that the young mechanic is not used to romancing guys.
Sammy turns over onto his back, still laying on the sofa and gazes up into Daro's brown eyes.
"Daro, I want you to fuck me. But baby, let's just do it slowly."
"Are you afraid that I am going to hurt you with my dick?" Daro asks stroking, slapping his cock onto the inside of Sammy's stretched thighs, teasing under the balls.
Sammy glances down at the beautiful cock. Yes. This will hurt. He's never taken a cock this big up his ass. Not that he is a virgin, but there must be limits to how wide his hole can stretch. At the same time, he is ready to do it. Fuck. He is more than ready. He is dying to do it. Still the cock is huge. He needs some romancing.
Sammy stands up, his own cock settling halfway. He holds Daro's hand, pressing on it, bringing it up to his lips, kissing it.
"You're beautiful, baby, and I want you more than anything in my life. Yes. I want you to fuck me. Yes.
I am scared of the hugeness of your dick, man. Look at the fucker. It's huge. AND I want it."
Daro smiles, pulls Sammy towards him, hugs him and kisses his face.
"You want me to get you ready, white boy, is that it?" he says seductively. "You want me to make love to you, huh? Like a girl? Like your ass is a pussy?"
Sammy nods. He has never thought of himself as a girl or as feminine in any way. But with Daro he was willing, if this is what turns the refugee hunk on.
"You got it. I will fuck you, have no doubt. But I will fuck you as if you were my girlfriend."
Sammy sort of does not appreciate being treated like a girl. But, damn it, he wants to get laid by this hunk of a guy. So what the fuck? He will not act girly, but will allow Daro to think of him as his girlfriend if that is what it is going to take.
They make out. Slowly, nicely, for the longest time, kissing, groping, stroking, until their bodies are all nerves wired for sex, sweaty, hungry. Finally, Sammy feels that he can't keep stringing Daro along. The guy needs to fuck. Sammy lies on his back and spreads his legs, inviting the hot mechanic to climb on top of him.
"I want to see your face as you fuck me, baby," he moans as Daro gets on top.
Daro is rubbing his cock inside Sammy's crack. The heat is amazing. The man-scent is powerful. The mechanic is a god. Sammy reaches for the gel tube and applies some on the huge meat and onto his crack. Daro bends and kisses Sammy as he presses harder onto the rim. Sammy's muscle stretches and stretches. The pain sets in even when Daro's monster is still not penetrating the muscle. Daro applies more force and Sammy grunts, willing his body to take in the beautiful cock.
Finally, with a strong thrust, Daro penetrates. Sammy has to cover his mouth with his arm to stifle a scream. The pain is unbearable. It is just the head that is inside him, but it feels like a cannon invading his body. He writhes under Daro.
"Hurting, white boy?" Daro says, realizing fully well the size of his equipment and the pain it can cause to a tight man ass. "Fuck. You're tight. Open up, bitch."
"Uhmm. Uhmm," Sammy mumbles in a muffled voice. He doesn't dare open his mouth for fear of letting out scream after scream. He's a guy. Jeez, he can surely take a cock up his ass without screaming like a girl. He whimpers, though.
The next thrust sends the knob and about one inch into Sammy's body. Sammy is now biting his arm in pain. It is a searing pain, and Sammy feels as if he is going to faint.
"Oh, baby, your white ass is so fucking tight," Daro taunts, keeping the pressure, supporting himself on his arms on both sides of Sammy's hips.
"No, you fucker," Sammy almost screams at the top of his voice. "It's your fucking monster cock."
Daro laughs. "You're such a whiny bitch. Fuck." He pushes further into the tight cavity.
Willing his body to relax, Sammy takes in the manhood as it slides further into him. Daro is getting wild.
He bites on Sammy's lips, licks his neck, nibbles on his nipples, pulls on his hair. He keeps the pressure until the full length of his cock shaft is buried in Sammy's ass. The insides are stretched. The rim muscle is stretched. The veins in Sammy's neck are almost popping out as he tries to accommodate the hugeness of the cock buried inside him.
Daro waits for a little while, waits for Sammy to relax enough for the fuck tunnel to engulf his cock, and then with long, slow thrusts, he starts his fucking.
This white boy is sure very tight, Daro is thinking.
This dark refugee fucker sure is huge, Sammy is thinking.
But after the first few thrusts, the two young men mesh, regardless of color, and the fucking begins in earnest. For every thrust from Daro, Sammy meets him with a push. The pain is miraculously gone.
Sammy is on fire. His ass presses on the beautiful rod pounding him. Daro's balls slap Sammy's butt noisily.
"Oh, yea," Daro grunts as he thrusts deep. "Fucking sweet. Yes, baby, take my fucking cock. All the fucking way. Fucking tight bitch. I'm going to fuck your brains, bitch. Take it. Ahh. Ahh."
Sammy reaches both his hands behind Daro and grabs the mechanic's firm butt. He can feel the muscles tighten with every thrust. He digs his fingernails into the muscled butt cheeks, forcing the cock to plunge into him deeper and deeper. He can't get enough. He needs this fuck desperately. It's not about romancing anymore. It's about fucking. Bare-ass fucking. Plundered by a 9-incher, hard and throbbing, unrelenting, in and out, balls slapping.
As Sammy holds onto Daro's butt, guiding the fucking, he feels the buildup in his own nuts. Daro's firm and muscled abs are rubbing on his cock, and the tempo is increasing. It is as if Daro is masturbating Sammy with his belly. The warm stream of cum squeezes out of Sammy cock between the two naked, sweating bodies, making the fucking movement slicker. As soon as Daro feels the warmth and stickiness of Sammy's juice, he shoots his load. Arching his back, throwing back his head, he squirts inside Sammy, grunting with every jet of cum shooting from his balls.
"Take my junk, white boy," he groans with each squirt. He is holding onto Sammy legs, his cock buried to the hilt, and stream after stream of hot semen eject into the tight cavity, filling it and starting to spill out of the tight hole. His upper body is arched and sweat is running down his smooth, dark chest. He keeps fucking. His cock is still hard. His whole body is shivering but he wants more. For a few minutes of extended pounding, he shoots again as Sammy's hole squeezes and milks him.
"I love fucking you, white boy," Daro says as he slips out and lies next to Sammy, breathing hard.
"I love you fucking me, dark boy," Sammy moans, feeling the two loads of cum as it is squeezed out of his body. His ass is burning, but the pleasure is indescribable. He cups Daro's still semi-hard cock tenderly, lovingly, thinking, this huge dick has just plundered my ass and it is beautiful.
"I want to fuck you again and again," Daro moans under the ministrations of Sammy's hand, his cock still dripping, still throbbing. This has been the hottest fuck he has ever had. With men, Daro usually did the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am (more aptly thank-you-man, he thinks): in and out, in and out, shoots, slips out, says goodbye. But now as he feels the hand stroking him he thinks, oh yes, this is the real fucking. Romance, and then fuck. Let the bitch alternate between the kissing and the pounding.
Sammy feels the cock come back to life and without hesitation guides it back towards his ass. Daro doesn't hesitate. He wants this ass over and over. He thrusts and enters, this time without forcing, helped by all the cum. Sammy's rim muscle is still stretched from the first fuck and now it is welcoming the invasion with desire. They fuck lying on their sides, with one of Sammy's legs raised up. Daro explodes, and for the second time fills the tight hole with his love juice.
They stay in this spooning position for a few minutes, Daro's cock flexing inside the wet tight hole, his sweaty chest glued to Sammy's back, until finally he pulls out. Sammy sighs. Yes, this relationship is going to be full of sighs. Sammy loves his mechanic.
"Stay the night, baby," Sammy tries to sound not too begging. He hates the idea of watching Daro leave.
"You mean you need more engine tuning?" Daro jokes.
"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. All night, if this tool can keep up," Sammy says as he squeezes the now soft cock.
"Then let's feed the tool, white boy. I can buy the pizza," Daro offers.
This takes Sammy by surprise. The refugee boy is offering to buy dinner!
"No way, my beautiful mechanic. I have drawn enough juice out of this tool into my body, and I intend to draw out a lot more. And it's not pizza. That's for wimpy tools. This tool needs real nourishment."
Sammy orders sushi.
As they wait for the order to be delivered, they take a shower, soaping each other, with Sammy watching wonderingly as Daro's cock rises to its majestic erection, pointing out and up. Sammy sucks the offered cock hungrily as the hot shower sprays hit the back of his head. And he is rewarded with another kind of hot shower: of cum shooting down his throat as Daro holds onto his wet hair and dumps another load.
They eat sushi, naked. Sammy watches Daro as the mechanic, who has never had sushi before, gulps down the raw salmon and tries not to gag. But soon, Daro falls in with gusto, relishing the new taste.
Sammy cannot believe that he has scored so fantastically.
Daro cannot believe that this hot well-to-do white boy has taken him in and has let him fuck his ass.
Daro wants a lot more of the white tight ass and he is sure that he will be getting more. Of course, more does he get as the evening wanes. The two young men fuck like rabbits. Sammy will be sore as hell, he knows. He will not be able to walk straight for some time, but he loves it. Every time the huge cock slips out of his body, he feels empty and he can't wait to have it thrust back into him again.
Daro leaves in the morning, totally spent. He will be back after work, he promises, and the dinner is on him this time. It goes without saying that Sammy will not offer money. He decides to buy his hot stud some nice shirt and a bottle of after shave lotion. This is romance, he smiles, as Daro disappears, as his own sore ass twitches with anticipation.