SCOOTER AND TIM
I guess I should give a little background on Tim so you'll understand. He's twenty-eight, tall, slim and rather lanky in build. He has curly dark brown hair which he wears rather unstylishly long, and dark, earnest brown eyes. Tufts of hair showing at the color of his shirt suggest a mildly hairy chest; his arms are covered with sexy fine hairs.
He's sort of your classic loner. His parents were both killed in a car accident a half a dozen years ago and he lives with an elderly aunt in town.
Although he doesn't talk much, from what I've been able to piece together, Tim had his first experience with another guy when he was about sixteen. It was a one-time thing as far as the other guy was concerned, and they had never spoken of it again when his friend went off to school a couple of years later. Tim never forgot it, however, and he agonized about it for some time.
He had a second experience, this time with a stranger at the bus station, and in recent years he has satisfied his male urges either by himself or by frequenting the bus station or one of the other cruising spots in the medium-sized town in which we live.
He was distinctly not proud of being gay, if he even thought of it that way. He confessed to me that he'd never told anyone his right name, and had never given anyone his telephone number. He was just anonymous, and he was terrified at the prospect that anyone might actually know who and what he was.
There was one gay bar in town, but Tim only got up the nerve to go there once. He explained to me that he'd talked himself into going after several beers at a neighborhood party he'd gone to unwillingly.
The place, called without much originality The Bar, was unremarkable as gay bars go, but to Tim it was a real adventure. He'd never imagined that such a place existed, nor that this was a genuine part of gay life.
By ten o'clock that Saturday night, it was really jumping. There were well over fifty people there when Tim arrived and they just kept arriving in the time it took him to drink two beers nervously.
He admitted later than no one had spoken to him at all, but that he was content just standing in the corner watching. The guys were every shape and size, younger and older, and Tim stared like a kid at a carnival for the first time.
He was just finishing his second beer when a guy got up on the small stage in the front and began dancing to the music of the juke box. As if by magic, the crowd parted to give him room and a space opened just in front of where Tim stood in the corner.
Tim's eyes finally adjusted to the strobe lights and he suddenly realized that the guy dancing up on that stage was me. We'd worked together a couple of years by then, and Tim first stared in disbelief, then panic overtook him and he started toward the door in a hurry. In the process, he knocked over a bar stool and caused quite a stir. People turned to look, more importantly, so did I.
I recognized him right away and finally caught up to him just before he got to the door.
"Hey, Tim, don't go," I said, grabbing Tim's arm with my hand. At the sound of his name, Tim stopped and then slowly turned around to face me.
"I don't believe it," Tim said in a whisper. "You...I mean here...well, you know...."
He continued out the door with me right behind him, and once we had moved twenty feet or so away, Tim finally stopped.
"Sorry I startled you like that," I said, trying not to smile. Tim just shook his head.
"What is it, man?" I asked. "You mean you never guessed I was gay?"
"I never even thought of it," Tim answered, still shaking his head in disbelief.
I took charge of the situation easily and soon we were having coffee in a little place nearby. Tim never let our conversation get to his own presence in the bar, but listened intently as I spouted off on myself.
"I'm gay and guess I always have been," I said quietly, not wanting to upset Tim. "That's just the way it is, and I'm not ashamed of it at all."
When we parted a half hour or so later, I tried to reassure him that this would have no impact on us working together, and in truth it didn't. We still get along very well, though I admit I can't resist kidding him from time to time.
For example, when Tim casually slipped into jargon, I couldn't help myself.
"Give me that box," Tim had said a week ago, referring to a gear mechanism.
"You can have this box any time you want," I answered gleefully, openly groping my crotch. Tim flushed instantly and didn't speak for an hour or so.
But he's a good guy and I'm glad to be working with him. That's what made the story of him and Scooter so much fun.
Several weeks ago, on a Monday morning, Tim came back to work from a week of vacation, and that's when he met Scooter, the new guy who worked at the cashier counter in the gas station office.
Scooter had started the middle of the preceding week so I'd already had a chance to scout him out. He wasn't my type as a matter of personal preference, but he was certainly cute. He was in his early twenties and rather short, standing only about five-feet-eight or so. He had blond hair, cut in sort of an updated Prince Valiant cut being somewhat spiky on top. His most notable features were his clear blue, almost iridescent eyes, surrounded by long dark lashes, and his dimpled smile which revealed almost perfect white teeth. Of course, one couldn't fault his sleek young body which showed bulges and muscles in all the right places.
When Joe, the boss, introduced him to Tim, Scooter stood and extended his hand with a friendly grin, and Tim stepped forward quickly to shake hands. The moment their fingers touched and Tim's eyes met those of the shorter young man, I could see Tim flush deeply, the color rising quickly from his collar to the top of his head. Tim withdrew his hand shyly, smiled slightly then quickly looked away.
The boss asked about Tim's vacation, but Tim barely answered, and instead headed for work as quickly as he could get away, ducking through the doorway which led to the large auto shop beyond.
Tim half shuddered as he hung up his jacket and put his lunch in his locker. He could still see Scooter indelibly in his mind and still felt the heat of embarrassment on his cheeks.
"Get to work," I heard Tim mutter to himself, as he moved quickly to the repair desk to pick up his work orders for the day. The other guys in the shop greeted him cheerfully, and I shook his hand, welcoming him back. We worked in a buddy system, sharing jobs to produce greater efficiency.
"How ya doin'?" I asked with a wide grin, adding "Stud," under my breath. Tim chuckled very softly but didn't answer as we went to work.
Later that morning, we stopped about nine-thirty for coffee and walked into the station office to get some from the machine. Naturally, Scooter was there, and I couldn't help notice how nervous Tim seemed to get. He fidgeted with his change, eventually dropping most of it on the floor before getting his cup of coffee from the machine.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked in a joking whisper, "You got DT's or something?"
Tim didn't answer, but got his coffee and quickly walked outside. It was a nice morning and both of us liked to sit on the grassy area on the side of the station when it was warm outside. I could tell he was bothered, and thought I'd try to find out what it was.
"You have a good time on your vacation?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and not like I was prying.
"Uh-huh, sure," Tim answered in his shy, noncommittal way. He didn't elaborate so after a moment or so I changed tactics.
"That new kid's something a looker, isn't he?" I said as we sat down on the grass. "If you like 'em young and blond, I mean."
"Uh-huh," Tim answered again, still noncommittal. He was even more quiet than normally.
"Wonder how he got a name like 'Scooter"?" I wondered aloud. Tim just sort of grunted but made no other answer or comment.
I looked at him out of the corner of his eye but knew better than to go any further with the questions. I had already learned that Tim would only talk when he was ready and not before.
So we just sat and drank our coffee, while I munched on a doughnut I'd brought from home and rattled on eagerly.
"By the way," I started to report, "I met a real stud from Hinckley on Saturday night. He was a great looking dude and had a dick that just wouldn't quit."
Tim nodded but said nothing, though I could see the color rising in his face from embarrassment.
"He left my place about three o'clock yesterday and by that time we'd both had our dicks in every hole the other had to offer. It was really wild, man."
Such talk almost always got a response from Tim, but today it was very mild.
"Shh," he whispered fiercely, "somebody will hear you."
"Who's goin' to hear?" I countered. "Everybody else is inside."
Tim sat quietly and said nothing, so I tried to bluff it out, knowing that sometimes if I got Tim upset he would talk.
"Anyway, this stud had about seven inches of...." I said, lowering my voice to save being rebuked again. When that got no reaction I paused before going on.
"And, as they say, what he had was 'choice.'" This time Tim couldn't help but chuckle and I grinned at him in return. I loved getting a reaction from Tim, though it didn't happen often.
Even after we went back to work, finished the morning and had lunch together, Tim still wasn't talking. Neither did he talk for the rest of the day.
Two more days went by like this - Tim not saying much at all, and me getting more than a little bit puzzled about it. I did notice one thing that caught my attention because it was so unusual. As long as we'd worked together, when each job was done, Tim handed the paperwork over for me to put in the Service Manager's file. This week, Tim had walked over there three or four times a day himself to put it away. I began to wonder why, then the next morning it happened again when we finished work on the first car of the day.
"I'll take it," Tim said, gathering up the paperwork and heading over to the office. I walked along with him, all the time talking about the job which had been rather complicated. I stopped a couple of steps away from the office and watched the scene.
Tim stepped up to the window and elaborately shuffled the papers together, securing them with a paper clip. I saw Scooter, who was sitting behind the desk, wave and smile as Tim put the papers in the file, and then I couldn't help but giggle, watching Tim turn bright red and grin as if in reply.
That's when I knew what had Tim so bent out of shape. I was sure he was hot for the kid, but the question was what could or should I do about it. I confronted him about it as we were getting ready to go home that night and though he denied it at first, he finally did admit his feelings for the kid. On Friday night, after listening to him talk about the kid all week, I persuaded him to stop by my place for a couple of beers, thinking I might get him to realize that it was becoming an obsession. We never got to that part ...
Tim started telling me again how much he wanted Scooter, while I tried to switch the subject to something else to get his mind off the kid. Maybe it was jealousy, or that I'd always had the hots for Tim myself, but a few beers into the evening, things took a different turn.
Tim had just come back from the bathroom and was showing a big bulge in his pants, like he was fighting a serious hard on. He started to say something about Scooter again and I guess I'd had enough to drink to say what I really thought.
"Tell you what," I said, standing up to my full five-foot-nine next to his six-foot-two, "Since you're getting horny, maybe I should take you out to get laid."
"Knock it off," Tim answered, but he wasn't as steady as usual either and we were standing pretty close to each other.
"Or maybe we should just get it on here," I said quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood next to the kitchen table.
"I just can't quit thinking about him," Tim answered, almost in a whisper. "It's driving me crazy."
"Don't stop thinking about it," I countered with a flash of inspiration. "In fact, let it all out."
"What do you mean?" he asked simply, his face showing his frustration.
"Tell me how you feel," I said. "Just say it and get it out in the open. You'll feel better."
"I don't know," Tim said, his face starting to flush. "No, I couldn't."
"Tell me what you want to do with him," I went on. "I mean, maybe that would help." He demurred again, so I kept after him.
"Sure you can," I said, "let it all out." I found his right nipple and just pinched it gently. He didn't flinch. In fact, he moaned softly.
"Come on, Tim, " I whispered, moving even closer to him, "tell me...Hell, show me what you'd like to do with the kid." Tim hesitated so I pushed closer.
"Come on, Tim, you know you need to get some relief. He's been frustrating the Hell out of you."
I was close enough now to feel his stiffening cock through his uniform pants. I must say it felt damn good and not tiny either.
"What would you want him to do?" I whispered, trying to sound seductive. Tim didn't answer.
"He looks really hot," I went on. "Come on, Tim, tell me how you want to make it with him." I paused and worried that I'd gone too far, but finally I got a response.
"So damn many things," he said finally, his voice hushed but tense. I waited, and then was surprised when he started talking almost like he was in a trance.
"I'd like to strip him out of those damn clothes, first of all," Tim muttered, "and get mine off too."
"Yeah, okay," I said, grabbing my zipper and undoing my belt in a single move. I pushed my pants down to the floor and reached for his belt.
"I wanna feel him pulling my pants off and groping my dick," he half moaned, continuing as I pulled his pants down to his ankles. I'd expected him to stop me but when he didn't, I thought maybe we were on a roll. I started with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and pushing it back and down off his body. His chest hair made a tingly sensation against my fingers.
He kept moaning when I groped his bulging crotch, but he didn't stop me. His cock was getting plenty hard now and it showed long and pointy in his thin cotton shorts.
"Then I'd like to feel him wrap those luscious lips of his around my whang and really take it all the way."
I'd waited a long time for this moment and wasn't about to waste any time. I pulled his shorts down and his cock and balls swung free. It had been worth the wait.
His dick was a real beauty, standing right up at attention. A good eight inches long and while not overly thick, it sure wasn't skinny either. His heavy balls were already pulled up pretty tight, and it was my time for action.
Leaning forward and getting my hand partway around his huge nuts, I ducked down and gulped the top half of his big cock into my mouth. It was hot and just what I was hungry for.
He tasted of the day's accumulated sweat but it was a good taste and set me on fire.
I'd heard what Tim had said about feeling the kid take his dick all the way down and I sure wasn't going to let down my side of the deal. It was a real pleasure lubing it all up and down with saliva. I moved my head just a little bit to let that monster cock of his slide down into my throat.
"Oh yeah, take my dick," Tim moaned, ramming his dick even further down my throat. "That's what I want. Suck it, man!"
I sucked his dick for all I was worth, using every trick I knew to get him hot. I teased behind the head of his meat with my tongue, and let myself choke as his long pole found the bend in my throat and slid past it till the whole shaft was deep in my mouth.
"Oh yeah. I want to feel that hot stud takin' my dick just like that," Tim muttered, so quietly I could just hear it.
"That's really hot," he went on, continuing to fuck my face with his rod. "Suck that man's dick like that, stud."
Tim was clearly in his own fantasy and I was having a hell of a good time getting a mouthful of his big, delicious meat.
I kept sucking until I felt his body start to tremble slightly and feared he might be getting too close. I wasn't ready for this to end that soon. I held his balls tightly but slid back off his cock.
"What else you want?" I questioned in a whisper. Silence.
"What else do you want with Scooter, Tim? What do you want to do with that sexy stud?" Momentary silence again, and then he groaned when I squeezed his balls and he finally spoke again.
"I wanna suck his dick till he's begging me to get him off," Tim half muttered, "God I'll bet he's got a hot rod on him, that little fucker."
I wasn't quite sure what to do then, but I needn't have worried. Tim knew what he was doing.
"Get up here," he ordered, and pulling me up against the wall, he lowered himself to a crouch, running his hands down the front of my body, roughly grabbing my nipples as he moved. He made a grunting sound as he pulled my shorts down.
"Oh yeah, a real nice dick," Tim whispered, taking my rod in his hand. From the excitement of sucking his hard cock, mine was standing at full attention and reaching all of its seven plus inches. My cock is pretty thick, but Tim didn't seem awed by that at all as he stroked on my cock and fondled my nuts at the same time.
"I really want to eat his hot dick," Tim muttered, while he kept stroking mine. I wasn't sure just what was going to happen so I held steady and just waited. Almost half a minute passed as his talented hand action got my dick even harder.
"I bet his dick needs sucking really bad," Tim moaned as he moved his mouth closer and closer to my dick until I could feel his hot breath on the head of my rod. I was hotter than hell and I had to fight to keep from shoving my dick into his mouth.
I didn't have to wait long. Tim lunged forward and slurped most of my dick into his mouth which was hotter than a blast furnace. In seconds, I realized that Tim knew a lot more about sucking cock than he'd every let on.
He'd swallowed over half of my dick on the first gulp and by the third or fourth stroke, had the whole length deep in his throat. He sucked firmly and knew lots of little tricks with his tongue that had me writhing hotly right away.
Still with a mouthful of my dick, he suddenly grabbed me around the hips and sort of hoisted me up onto the kitchen table, kneeling between my legs which dangled off the edge. With his arms around my legs and his face buried in my crotch, he kept sucking the whole length of my rod.
Finally coming up for air, he mumbled, "You've got a hot fuckin' dick, man." Then he started licking my nuts, taking first one and then the other into his steamy mouth. He groaned and I did too when he got both of them in his mouth. Then he started sort of humming which made my balls feel like they were being held in a vibrator. It about drove me crazy.
"That's wild, man," I cried out. I mean the feeling was really intense. Although it felt good in a strange way, I was glad when he let my balls slip from his mouth and went back to sucking my dick.
He kept at it for a couple of minutes, then with a low moan, he started licking further down between my legs, pulling my legs up and giving himself access to my asshole. I admit I was surprised when he started rimming and tonguing me there.
"You've got a sexy ass just like he does," Tim said, running his hands all over me excitedly. His touch was strong but tender.
"God, how I'd love to chew on his sexy ass like this." he said, moving quickly back to rimming me again.
"Oh God, yeah! That's hot," I cried, feeling his tongue poking into my hole. He kept at it for several minutes until I almost fell off the table, first squirming against his invading tongue then moving away from the intensity of the scene.
"You're driving me nuts, man!" I cried finally, trying to move away from his invading tongue, but he held me tightly, and stood up again between my legs.
"After I chew up his sexy ass, I'm gonna fuck him till he hollers 'Uncle.'"
Now we're talking words I like to hear.
"Oh yeah, man," I answered, "Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Let me suck it some more first."
Pushing him back a little, I bent forward and sucked his rock-hard cock back into my mouth. Sliding that long, thick meat into my mouth, I tried to get it thoroughly wet with spit, hoping that would be enough.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and he quickly went back to rimming my asshole, obviously trying to get my hole wet with his saliva too.
This sexy stud had me so turned on I really wanted him to fuck me all night.
Standing again, he pulled my legs up and brought his saliva-dripping cock to my ass.
"Just take it easy, Tim ," I whispered.
"Uh-huh," he answered, "I'm gonna take this nice and easy, stud."
I felt the head of his dick at my hole, then he pushed forward slightly and the head and the first inch of his cock went into my hole. I couldn't help but gasp.
"Oh yeah, man, a hot, tight ass," he said. Then, feeling my body get stiff, he whispered "Relax, man. I'll go easy."
He took almost five minutes for him to slide his big cock up my ass, and the momentary pain began to subside after his cock passed my sphincter. Suddenly, it was all in, and I felt his pubic hair against my ass.
"God, a hot, tight ass just like his, buddy," he whispered, "Hot ass taking my dick."
"Oh, yeah, Timmy. That feels good, stud," I moaned.
He started fucking slowly in and out of my ass and it felt like his cock got harder and harder with each stroke. He set a rather slow pace, but stroked his cock carefully and steadily. It was like he was trying to find what felt best to both of us.
"Oh, yeah, this is great," he said picking up his fucking pace. "What a great ass you've got, babe."
Our eyes met briefly and then he half closed his, focusing on the work at hand. My God, Tim's a hot, sexy guy. His curly hair fell in some patches across his forehead, and the hair on his chest now was matted with sweat. I reached to touch his nipples but he kind of shivered and pulled back from my touch. Instead I swabbed his chest all over, tickling him. His eyes opened and he smiled broadly. Wow, this is some stud, I thought.
He fucked faster now, every stroke stretching my hole and banging away at my tender insides. Soon my whole body was tingling from the wild sensations.
He was hot to fuck and I was hot to take it. Best of all, he knew how to fuck and he knew how to make it last. Once he got started, he fucked faster, harder and deeper, every stroke driving his eight inches of stiff cock deep inside me. He pounded my ass for at least fifteen minutes or more, and I was in ecstasy.
I was really getting turned on now and reached for my cock which was getting hard again.
"Oh yes," I called out, "Fuck me, man! Drive that big cock in me! It feels great!" I tried to stroke my cock in rhythm with his fuck strokes, and moved my ass back to meet him each time he drove his meat into me.
"Oh yeah, babe. I'm really getting hot fucking your sexy ass," he said, banging away at my hole relentlessly as I bounced on that damn kitchen table. The look in his eyes was making the whole thing even wilder.
"Fuck me," I cried, "Plug my fuckin' ass like that. Oh yeah!"
The words seem to get him even more excited and he rammed his dick into my ass harder and harder, churning up my insides and driving me crazy.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass and fill it with hot cum, buddy," he almost shouted. "That's what this sexy fuckin' ass needs, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah," I answered as best I could. He was going wild now, and I felt my own climax nearing as he punished my delighted ass channel.
"Fuck me!" I was almost shouting now myself as I jerked my cock faster and faster, hoping I'd get to the finish line when he did.
"Fuck me, man! Let me feel your cock explode in there!"
On and on we fucked, both of us shaking with the wild excitement. Suddenly he rammed his cock even deeper than before, and cried out.
"Here it comes!" he shouted as his cock pistoned up my ass again in a final lunge, "Take that dick! Take it all!"
I felt his long, thick cock spasm violently deep inside me then that wild sensation as it started pumping out his hot load. That always drives me wild, but the incredible look on his face as his orgasm hit and his eyes glazed over drove me even wilder. This was a Tim I'd never seen before; a hot, dynamic, unbelievably sexy man.
"Oh yes! Shoot it, Tim," I cried, "That's really hot feeling you shooting up my butt."
His cock continued to shot hot bolts of cum deep in my ass for what seemed like a couple of minutes, and I cried out again as I reached the brink myself.
"I'm gonna come too!" I stopped beating my cock as the first shot of my load hit almost up to my throat.
"Shoot that fucker, man!" Tim cried, watching as volley after volley landed in pools across my chest. His eyes were now as big as saucers as he felt my ass clamp down around his cock and my dick shower both of us with cum.
He leaned down and licked up my cum, moving from side to side as he lapped up every drop of my juices, making me flinch as his hot tongue touched my over sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as much as lying on that damn, hard table would let me.
"Mmm," he moaned. I shuddered, and suddenly felt concerned about just how this would end. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me intently, still holding my legs and with his softening cock still firmly planted up my ass.
"Wow," he said softly, "Guess we got a little carried away, huh?" I smiled at him.
"It's just what I wanted to happen," I answered, almost in a whisper and still breathing hard. "You really are hot stuff!"
"You are too," he countered, grinning a little helplessly, and getting somewhat embarrassed at what had happened.
We got cleaned up and dressed again in relative silence, but just before he looked like he was heading to the door, Tim stopped and walked over to where I stood combing my hair.
"I may have been thinking about Scooter in the beginning," he said quietly, "but I never forgot it was you." I guess he felt he needed to say that. He kissed me rather tenderly and we clung together for several minutes before he quietly said his good-byes.
Come Saturday morning, my alarm jolted me from my reverie and reminded me it was a work day. I woke up with that delicious throbbing in my butt that told me I'd gotten a great fucking. I love all kinds of sex, but nothing else leaves me with that great feeling as when a guy's really pounded my ass with a big cock. I squeezed my ass muscles tightly, still remembering the feel of Tim's giant pole deep inside me. I stroked my stiff meat slowly, remembering every detail of the night before.
As I showered, and later driving to work, I tried to decide if I'd taken unfair advantage of Tim. I decided in the negative. I mean, the way I saw it, he needed relief and I needed action and we both got what we wanted. And then some. I also decided that I should probably try to help Tim somehow in his quest for Scooter, if I could figure out a way to do so.
Tim was off on Saturday, but the Service Manager had asked me to help out with the gas pumping up front. I didn't mind, particularly since I could sure use the extra cash.
Working out front, I got a closer look at Scooter that day and had to admit that he was a cute guy, even though I prefer them taller and darker. What sure was a turn-on was his great body, especially to a devoted crotch-watcher like me. He must wear the kind of shorts that hold your dick up, because a couple of times I could see a clear outline of a very healthy sized cock in his pants. For the rest, he appeared not to have an ounce of extra fat on him and looked hot.
I figured that morning I'd try dropping a few remarks with double meanings, just to see how he'd react. I wasn't particularly concerned about him figuring out that I was gay, so I thought I had nothing to lose. It didn't turn out quite as I'd supposed.
We exchanged greetings when he came in and I gave him the once-over.
"You ought to be working the pumps," I teased as he took off his jacket and I saw the tight jeans and form-fitting knit shirt. "Dressed like that, you'd probably be getting tips from both the women and the men." He blushed crimson but didn't answer.
When a guy walked out after paying his bill for a new water hose, I spoke up again.
"Sure glad I don't need a new hose," I said with a smile, "I'm might fond of my old one!" He blushed again.
After about the fifth customer, I started kidding Scooter when I'd bring the money in to him. Each time I'd say something slightly skewed, and after a few times, Scooter joined in.
"Gees, I'm paying you all this money and not getting anything for it," I said with a grin.
"You haven't got enough money to buy it anyway," he answered with a broad smile of his own.
"You mean you can't be had, huh?" I joked.
"I didn't say that," he answered, sounding more ironic than funny, "I said you couldn't buy me."
"Oh sure," I answered, "You're one of those high-minded types, right?"
"Not high-minded," he countered with an easy grin, "but some things are more fun to give away then sell." He had me there and I couldn't do anything but chuckle with him. Of course, payback always comes and mine came after lunch.
I'd grabbed a sandwich and a coke for lunch, sitting out by the tree and enjoying the nice day, only regretting that I couldn't just skip off to find some fun. When I'd finished and walked back into the office, Scooter looked at me and spoke very directly.
"Can I ask you question?" he said quietly, not meeting my eyes. I shrugged and answered of course.
"Are you and Tim a couple?" he asked. I almost choke as I stood there stunned and silent.
"My sister says she thinks you guys are a couple and I just wondered if she's right," he went on. Just then the gas pump line rang and I took advantage of it to head outside, answering him over my shoulder as I walked.
"No," was all I said, "No, we're not."
Three cars in a row came into the station which gave me a few minutes to think about Scooter's question and how I should answer him. Several options presented themselves, but I wasn't sure which way to go. I reached my decision just before I walked back into the station office.
"Your question surprised me," I said, not able to stifle a grin, "What makes your sister think we're a couple?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said, "she gets these silly ideas all the time. She's been after me to find a steady guy and that's when she said she thought you guys were, you know, together."
"Scooter," I said, "Can we start this whole thing over again at the beginning? For instance, did you just tell me that you're gay?"
Scooter nodded but said nothing, so I went on myself.
"Okay," I answered, "I am too. I'm not involved with anyone. Tim and I work together and though we're friendly, we're sure not a couple. That answer your question?" He said nothing and I probably should have done the same, but I didn't.
"Tim's a great guy but he's not really my type and I don't think I'm his type either." Oops. No sooner had the words left my lips than I realized I'd done just what I'd never intended to do.
Had I implied that Tim was gay? As I said earlier, I don't care who knows that I am, but I knew that sure wasn't the case with Tim.
"You mean Tim's gay?" Scooter asked very quickly.
"I didn't say that at all," I countered, "I just said I didn't think I was Tim's type."
Saved by the bell again, I went out to service another car. When I brought the credit card in for Scooter to run through the machine, he was smiling his great smile again and looking really cute.
"You sure look sexy in that uniform," he said with a twinkle in his eye. I grabbed the charge slip and headed out the door.
"Yeah, right," I said with a laugh. "Don't you be hittin' on me, dude."
Later that afternoon, one of our regular customers, Mark Stevens, came in. He stopped in often to buy gas and had us tune up his car regularly. He's good looking enough to be a model, but he was the golf pro at the country club. He was a good guy, but I was darn sure he was totally straight. It's not that he didn't know about the scene, but there was no evidence that he'd ever even been close to it. Mark went into the cashier's station to buy a pack of cigarettes, and I happened to walk in just as he was walking out. Scooter obviously didn't hear me come in, but I was just in time to hear him sort of mumble under his breath.
"Damn, that's one fine-looking man." I glanced up to see what was going on and laughed.
"He sure is," I countered as Scooter blushed, "but if he's ever available you're gonna find yourself standing in a long line, behind me."
"Oh," Scooter said quietly, "I didn't know.... I'm sorry."
"No need," I said with a smile, "Every gay guy in the county would like a go at Mark Stevens. It's just not gonna happen." Scooter giggled and grinned.
"The same with Tim?" he asked. "I think he's one of the sexiest guys I've ever seen."
"You'll have to find that out for yourself, buddy," I countered, trying to keep from chuckling aloud.
It stayed pretty busy the rest of the day, and frankly I was rather bushed as it approached the end of my shift. One thing plagued me, though, and I had to find the answer.
"Tell me," I said as I walked into the office, preparing to wash up and leave, "Who is your sister and how does she know me and Tim?"
"Oh, she's Joe's wife," he answered with a smile, "I thought you knew I was his brother-in-law. I just moved here and will be living with them while I go to law school starting in the Fall."
So, that cute, friendly little woman who stopped in often to get gas and see the boss had been checking out the mechanics and was certainly more observant than most.
I finished getting washed up and shouted good-bye to Scooter, but he came out of the office and walked with me to my car.
"I'm sorry if I said the wrong things today," he said very earnestly.
"Not at all," I replied. "My philosophy is if you want to know something about me, just ask. But you can't expect me to answer questions about anyone else. That's not right."
As I started to drive away, I saw the smile on Scooter's face get a little wider and noticed that he started to flush. I hoped he'd gotten the message.
The extra day took its toll and I was all set to crash and spend a quiet evening at home. The phone rang about seven o'clock as I was sucking up a beer and relaxing after a nice hot shower, and remembering which muscles ache when you work the front.
"I saw you yakking away with Scooter today," Tim said when I answered the phone, "You puttin' the make on him? You think he might be....., you know."
"Well, hello, Tim, how nice of you to call," I answered, ignoring his question.
"Okay, okay, sorry about that," he went on, "How are you, you bastard?"
"That's 'You sexy bastard' to you," I countered. "What're you up to?"
He answered that he was doing nothing in particular and was considering going to The Bar and asked if I wanted to go along.
"No, not tonight," I said. "I'm kind of wiped. Want to come over for a beer?"
"Oh sure and then you'll try to seduce me again, huh?" He said with a laugh. I pleaded innocence, but after a bit he agreed to come over in about an hour.
I found myself in a real dilemma. I'd avoided telling Scooter that Tim was gay, I thought, or at least as best I could. Should I now avoid telling Tim about Scooter? And if no one ever said a word, how the Hell were these two ever gonna get together?
After several minutes, I picked up the phone and quickly made two phone calls. I could only hope I'd done the right thing.
Tim arrived a bit early as I was just finishing getting some clothes on. I grabbed us a couple of beers and we sat down at the now familiar kitchen table.
"This okay?" I asked. "Or you want to go in the living room?" I was glad when Tim laughed.
"Returning to the scene, huh?" he said, before gulping a mouthful of beer.
"I don't know whether to say I'm sorry about last night or just to admit I enjoyed the hell out of it," I said. He kind of shrugged and shook his head a little.
"No reason to feel sorry about it," he said, "But it was what it was -- great, hot sex."
"You've got that right," I answered. "You were dynamite." Tim blushed a bit.
"Well, it might happen again sometime when we're both that horny, but you know we're not what either or us wants on a regular basis."
"Yeah," I said quietly, "I know it. I wish it was different, but--" Tim interrupted me.
"But, it's not, so let's not worry about it," he said. I decided I liked this new, more open attitude. He asked how work was, but avoided mentioning Scooter, and I answered him directly.
"You know, working the front is really a pain in the ass," I said. "Though it is more fun to talk to Scooter when you're not busy than it ever was talking to Madge. Madge had left the month before when her husband was transferred.
"Yeah, I'll bet there are lot of things more fun with Scooter than with Madge," Tim said with a broad smile. This time I saw no sign of a blush.
"You really think so?" I asked, trying to sound amused.
"You know it," Tim answered, "I still have the hots for him, but of course if he's straight arrow, then it doesn't matter." I kept silent, hating myself a little bit for seeing how anxious he was.
We did move into the living room after a bit and I put some music on to play. We talked about lots of things, but somehow the subject of Scooter cropped up with amazing frequency. I bided my time but was startled to see Tim actually jump when the doorbell rang a little before eight o'clock.
"Oh, I didn't know you were expecting company," he said with a start, standing. "I'll be on my way."
"Sit down," I countered and walked over to open the door.
"Hi, you wanted to talk to me?" the guy at the door asked. I opened the screen door and gestured him into the living room. You should have seen the looks on their faces.
"Oh, I was just leaving," Tim said, rising again.
"No you weren't," I countered.
I was about to offer Scooter a drink when the phone rang. It was Joe who said that the emergency alarm had gone off at the station and he and his wife had a house full of company. Would I mind going down and turning it off and clearing it with the cops? Of course not, I said.
What could I do? I explained to the guys about the call, told them to help themselves to drinks and food and said I'd be back in a bit. Actually the call was a bit of luck that was timed perfectly.
It made perfect sense for Joe to call me about the alarm going off. I live closest to the station of all of us who have keys and it had happened once before. I climbed into my car feeling very lucky; I'd wondered how I was going to make an easy getaway so Scooter and Tim could be alone.
Funny thing. Even as I neared the station I couldn't hear any alarm. It wasn't going off when I got there, but I did note a car parked on the side of the office. I pulled up next to it and glanced over at the driver. He smiled broadly at me and rolled down his car window.
"Tell me," Mark Stevens said with a grin, "Where's this line of guys wanting to meet me?" I felt myself so red but caught it just in time.
God, he looked gorgeous. Tall, with dark curly hair and incredible blue eyes, he was the picture of manliness.
"Right here," I answered, totally puzzled and just as excited. He climbed out of his car and walked around to the window on my side.
"You know, I've always thought it would be hot to make it with a mechanic on the floor of a garage, and you're the one I've thought about the most often."
"I, I didn't--" I stammered.
"But, I think we'd be more comfortable at my place, don't you?"
"Yeah, sure," I said. "Is this for real?" He opened the car door, took my arm and gently pulled me from the car.
"Is this?" he said, as he drew me toward him and our lips met in a hot, deep kiss. The area was deserted at that hour, but I don't know that either of us cared much about that as we tasted and savored each other. I had a hard on immediately and I could feel a very large hunk of flesh pressing against my abdomen as the tall man kissed me intently.
"Let's drop your car off at your place, then drive out to mine," he said when we finally gave up the liplock. I just sort of mumbled and nodded.
I turned off the lights on my car before I pulled into the driveway, closed the door as quietly as I could then started to walk back out to the street where Mark waited. As I passed the front door, I realized that the door was standing open and though the lights were dim I could hear a voice.
"Oh God yes, Tim, take my dick like that," I recognized the voice. "Sit on it, man! All the way down!"
I laughed to myself. Tim was more versatile than I'd realized. Hmmm...such a good line too. Hope I hear this handsome dude out in the car say that later on tonight!!!
Epilogue
Well, Tim and I still work together in the shop, fixing cars and swapping double entendres. They're pretty mild anymore, though. I mean, you don't tell stories about your lover; it just isn't done!
Tim's aunt went to live in a nursing home a few months ago and just after that Scooter moved in. He doesn't work at the station any more because he's too busy going to law school and keeping Tim happy at night and on week-ends.
It took several days for me to pry the whole story out of Mark and everyone else involved. You see, the two calls I made that evening were first to Joe's house to talk to Scooter. Instead I got his wife, who told me Scooter was out. She gave me the number for Scooter's mobile phone, so the second call was to him, asking him to come over.
The part of the story I didn't know was that Scooter had shared with his sister my remark about Mark who, it turned out, was a very close friend. She then hatched the plan for the call about the emergency alarm after finding that Mark had wanted me all along. It turned out to be the best night of my life, one that has been repeated with delightful frequency ever since.
Actually, today's my last day at the garage. I'm going to work at the country club keeping all their golf carts and other vehicles in top running order. It's closer to home, you see.