This is the second installment of Southern Garage guys. I actually am beginning to like it and hope you are two. I also hope that I didn't crank these stories out so fast that no one likes the first and didn't bother reading this one. Umm I don't really have much to say... but email me if you like at iwnt2burb@yahoo.com
I sat down on it and rested my right foot on the arm of it. Still pumping my cock, I allowed my idle hand to move once again, this time between my legs. I teased my whole, whimpering all the while, and finally pushed my finger in. This finger was joined by a second, and I fucked myself on them while pumping my cock. I moaned more and felt my cum building, and then I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop. I dug my fingers all the way to the hilt and moved them around. I began cumming, and my anus started tightening around my finger. My moans were getting louder, and louder. My cum spilled out and onto my chest, cock, and hand. Slowing, I stopped, breathing heavy. Looking down I smiled, I always did that after I finished...
I woke up and got ready to work for Dad. It was summer so there was no school. I'd laid in bed for a second before getting up and thinking about what I'd wear. I knew what I wanted and almost how to get it; I just had to make a choice about it. I couldn't quite decide if I wanted to go for the way the clothes looked on me or the accessibility to what was under the clothes. I went for the look hoping that it was like fishing and I had to hook him first.
The pants I put on were my infamous Freak'um Pants in school. They'd been dubbed that since I came out and everyone began listening to Beyonce's Freak'um Dress. They were Express jeans and the only pant I could find in my size. My exact size that is. 28 by 32 is hard to find, and because of my body size, I filled them out perfectly. I looked better than most girls who tried to pull of the look.
Problem was, getting the waist of the pants over my ample amount of butt. Being black was a blessing at times, and a curse at others. I shimmied into the pants and made sure I looked the same as I had the last time I'd worn them. Boxer briefs, or just plain briefs were the secret. There still was the outline of my cock, but not as obvious. I turned around and looked at my back in the full-length mirror. Since I hadn't put on a shirt yet, I was making sure that my underwear weren't showing. I then squatted, and looked at my back again to make sure that when the low cut jeans moved, my underwear still didn't show. They did, so I adjusted them so they didn't. I stood, now happy with myself and turned on my computer, it was my personal entertainment center. I started Beyonce's Freakum Dress and sang with it while putting on my clothes,
"To be, or not to be, NOT!" I started, making y way across my room and to my dresser. I stopped in front of the mirror,
"Hold up bring that beat back," I did it every time I wore the pants. It was ritual.
I was sitting on the ground, again organizing papers when Trevor knocked on the door. I'd locked it on purpose, partly because no one should be coming in, and partly because I'd wanted to be standing when Trevor came in. I smiled at him through the glass window held up a finger and walked over to the desk. Bending at the waist so he could get a good look, I reached down and retrieved the key from the bottom drawer. I then walked to where he was, squatted and unlocked the bottom part of the door. I looked up at him from my squat to find him staring. I straightened myself, and then opened the second lock I then opened the door,
"Sorry, I kind of forgot," I told him, ushering him in. He stuttered before giving me a minimal,
"Oh," His feet propelled him across the room and out the back. I smiled to myself. This time it was he, looking through that window every couple of seconds. Around lunch, i went to the door, and began talking to him through the open door way,
"I'm ordering subs, do you want something," he didn't answer. He probably couldn't hear me. I could see his legs coming from under the car. I walked over and pulled him from under the car. He looked up at me, first in question, and then with some other emotion I couldn't place. I'd pulled him in such a way tha he was now between my legs. I brought my hands up to my waist and ask again,
"I said do you want a sub, I'm ordering," His eyes were on my package as he fumbled for an answer. Finally he moved his eyes away and mumbled a yes. I asked him what he wanted on it and he said whatever. I moved from over him smiling. I was sitting down at my desk before he returned to his position under the car. I picked up the phone and dialed the sub place down the street. I was halfway done with my order when the door opened.
I looked up to find Charlie. He was this big guy that went to my high school. He had orange hair and freckles. He was on the football team, a lineman I think, so I think he had to be big. He wasn't fat, no, on the contrary he was built. This was because he was also a wrestler. Right before we'd gotten out of school, I found out that he might be gay. He'd only been to the garage once before, and then he hadn't even come in. He stayed in the pickup while his dad came in. The pick up was now Charlie's and he was bringing it in for some reason, I was pretty sure it wasn't broken though. He worked on cars, and so if it was broken, he most likely wouldn't be driving it here.
I held up a finger to him smiling, and finished ordering. The guy assured me they'd be there in fifteen minutes or the order was free and I told him thank you, and pulled out a stopwatch. It was something I did every time I ordered from the place and after the first two free orders, they always made sure to get my order in on time. Pressing the button, I turned my attention to Charlie,
"Hey Charlie," I said smiling up at him, "Watcha need?"
"A blow job," he said in his heavily accented southern drawl. My jaw dropped a little.
"What?"
"A lube job I said," my eyebrow raised. I didn't know what that was and wasn't sure if he couldn't do it at home. I dropped my eyes to the computer screen, and entered in his name. It came up, as expected, and I entered in the job, and pressed a button that sent it to the back. Charlie moved to wards the desk, and I looked up, his package bulging obscenely towards my face,
"What did you think I said?" He asked, I looked up to see him smiling,
"I-I don't know," I stuttered,
"Cause who knows, I may have said it," his bulge was now on the desk. My eyes were glued to it,
"I-I thought, I thought you said," I looked up at him, my mouth watered, and I swallowed. I couldn't say it, I'm not that bold. I stood, looked through the window to find Trevor under the car still, and walked over to the sign. I turned it to out for lunch, clocked the door and went into the restroom. Charlie followed me in. We hadn't even gotten the door closed, and he was already unbuckling his oversized belt buckle. He pulled the belt out with one strong yank, and dropped his pants.
I turned around to find him puling his shirt off. His muscles were crazily developed. His orange hair wasn't restricted to his head. He was covered in the orange fur. So were his freckles. They were around his shoulders and chest. It was as if someone dumped cinnamon was over him. I reached over and ran over his chest and then tweaked his nip. He lifted me, one of his mammoth hands under each of my armpits, and set me on the counter surrounding the sink. I looked into his green eyes for a second and then he leant in and kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, but he didn't wait for me to adjust, his hands were at my waist tugging at my shirt. I raised my arms and allowed him to take it off.
His lips dropped to my nip as soon as he flung the dress. I moaned, and sort of cradled his head for a moment, then he let it go and unbuckled my pants. His muscled arm tightened around my back and picked me up, while attempting to pull the pants off with the other. It didn't work, so I stopped him,
"Let me down," I whispered into his ear. He lowered me to the ground and I unzipped my pants. The key was three different pulls in three different places. A tug at my thigh, a tug at my knee and a tug at my shin. After that, the pants came off easily. As soon as they were off, I was again in the air. His lips latched onto my neck and he used his right hand to take off my briefs. He ripped them in the process. He let me stand on my own, and I dropped to my knees and began sucking on his cock. Bending at the waist, he played with my ass. I took his balls in my hands and fondled them. Both his balls and cock were over sized. His balls were like goose eggs, and his cock was pretty thick around. I had to deep throat him before burying my nose in his ginger colored pubes. I swallowed, causing him to moan. His knees even buckled. I pulled off of his cock and took each of his egg-sized balls into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around each of them, I extracted a moan from them. His balls were covered in my saliva.
I started to go back down on his cock when he picked me up again. Bringing my mouth to his, he kissed he again. This time, I was ready for it, and kissed him back. Reaching down, I stroked his nice sized cock. He sank to the ground, taking me along with him. I moved him onto his back, and turned around. I spread my legs, placing one nee on either side of his head, effectively putting us into the 69 position. Fondling his balls, I sank onto his cock. It took a second before I felt him do the same. I deep throated him, and causing him to moan on my cock. This caused me to moan on his cock, making him quiver. I pulled off of him and began licking on his balls. Seconds later, I dipped my head down and dug my tongue into his crack. He was quivering and shaking. I came back up, and placed his cock back in my mouth.
Wrapping my fist around his base, I began bobbing up and down, my hand following my lips. I twirled my fist every time I reached the top. He began panting and moaning so much he hand to pull my cock from his mouth. His voice filled the room. Dropping my hand, I continued to bob on his cock while he pumped into my mouth.
"Aww, fuck!" He moaned, "Ooohhh!" I repositioned my self until I was between his legs and went at him with gusto. Putting pressure on his balls I pursed my lips together as I came over his head. He quivered yet again, this time so hard I thought he'd cum. I looked up into his eyes to find him looking down at me. Moving his cock out of the way, I suckled on his balls. He moaned again. He was sitting up straight, his hands holding him up from behind. Returning to his cock, I allowed him to ram into my mouth,
"AWWW, AWW FUCK! OOOHHHH OHHH I'M CUMMING!" he yelled and came, I latched onto his cock and began swallowing his spunk as quickly as it came out. I licked up the drops that escaped my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled. He let out a sigh and smile back at me. We were there for about 3 seconds before I heard the bell of the first door. I stood and pulled on my jeans without the ripped underwear. Holding my package, I zipped them up, and then slipped on my polo,
"Stay here," I said turning to Charlie. I took one glance in the mirror, before unlocking the door and leaving. I walked to the front door and unlocked it for the sub man,
"Sorry," I said smiling at the woman who'd brought the food. I walked over to the desk, picked up the money and handed it to her, taking the bag of subs. When I turned back around, I found Trevor, staring at me through the window.