Chapter One: The mechanic R.A. Swain
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The Games Men Play Chapter One: The Mechanic By. R.A. Swain
"So do you want me to wait for you?" Todd asked.
Gary shrugged. "Nah. I know the car is done. I just needed the lift here."
"Sure, just like always, taking advantage of your little brother."
"Fuck you. You drive by my office and this station every day. I figured the ride would give us a few minutes to catch up."
"So how come you didn't talk the whole way here?" Todd asked.
"I wasn't in the mood to talk." Gary didn't even try to look into his brother's hazel eyes. He knew Todd would see through him if he did.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Wrong?"
"You know, at work, or at home?" Todd's voice carried genuine concern. He tried to catch a glimpse of Gary's blue eyes, but he kept looking out the side window.
"Nah, work's fine, and home is, well, home is home."
"Linda giving you shit again?"
"Linda's always gives me shit. If I could divorce her I would, but I can't afford it." Gary had already said more than he wanted to about his marriage. "How about you?"
"Still single and still happy. You really should try the single life again."
"Yeah, wouldn't Linda love that? Just taking time off from the marriage," Gary mused. "I can see the divorce papers looming on the horizon."
"I see your car looming on the horizon," Todd said. "Here's your stop. You sure you don't want me to wait?"
"No, I'm just picking it up. I know it's done. They close in a couple minutes so, thanks for the ride and for caring."
"I'm your brother. I'm supposed to care, it's in the job description."
"I must've misplaced my copy," Gary joked.
"Love you too," Todd said.
Gary stood and watched Todd drive away before turning and heading into the repair station's office. "Hi John."
"Mr. Winston, glad you got here. I was just closing up." "Yeah, we hit some traffic tonight." Gary caught John's baby blues locking with his own. The crew cut and angled cheeks made for a nicely defined head, he thought. His eyes drifted down over the greasy navy blue T-shirt stretched over some nice looking pecs, and leading downward over a flat stomach to the top of dirty cargo pants.
"I can just ring up your bill and I'll get you right out," John said.
"About that," Gary interrupted. "I know I promised you cash, but I'm kind of short right now, and I was wondering if we could make a payment arrangement."
John's eyes narrowed, but his perpetual grin never left his face. He closed the register down without a word and gestured for Gary to follow him into the mechanic's bay. "I gotta get cleaned up a little," he said. "We can talk in here, if you don't mind while I wash up?"
"No, that's fine." Gary said, following him into the dimly lighted area.
John walked over to a deep sink against the far wall and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. He took a hand full of soap from a canister marked Goop, and began lathering up his arms. "Gary, I know you're having money problems, but I have to get paid."
"Oh, you will."
"Yeah, but if I hold your car, there's storage fees, and if I make payment arrangements, there's interest." He put his arms under the running water and rinsed them off. Then he stepped back from the sink and peeled his greasy T-shirt over his head, revealing a smooth chest and flat stomach with a blond trail leading from his belly button down into his pants. "Hope you don't mind, but I really hate to be this dirty when I go home."
Gary's eyes were glued to John's chest. "No, it's okay. Look John, I'd do anything to avoid all those charges. I really need a favor right now. I'm kind of in a tight spot."
"Favor? Anything? Those two words could get you into trouble Gary."
Gary licked his lips. "John, I mean them. If you can let me take the car tonight, and pay you Tuesday for everything, I'll owe you big time. You name it, and I'll do it for you."
John's eye's lit up. He noticed Gary's eyes concentrating on his crotch, but he wanted to be sure. "Gary, exactly how grateful would you be?" As he said it, he brushed his wet hand down his bare chest and brought it to rest on his crotch.
Gary felt his mouth going dry. He nodded yes. "Like I said, anything to avoid all those charges."
John laughed. "Cool. Hey, how old are you?"
Gary looked puzzled. "Does my age matter?"
"No. I'm thirty-five. I just wondered, that's all," he said.
"I'm forty-six."
"You look to be in good shape for a guy your age. You know, I think you might want to take off your pants, since we're gonna be here for a while. You don't want to get them dirty," John said.
Gary opened his mouth, but closed it again. He reached for his belt and undid it. Then, stepping out of his loafers, he felt the cold concrete through the thin brown material of his dress socks. His hand paused for a moment at his zipper and then he pulled it down and stepped out of his trousers, revealing blue silk boxers.
"You can put them on the front seat of that car over there," John said, his tone was more of an order. "While your there take off your jacket and shirt, but leave the tie on."
Gary did as he was told and soon stood before John wearing brown dress socks, blue silk boxers, and a red and brown silk tie. He felt a little foolish, but excited as well.
John smiled again. "Good. You really are in good shape." he stepped toward Gary and reached out, his clean hand rubbing through the hair on Gary's chest, and then roughly pinching his left nipple. Gary pulled back a little, and John pinched harder. "I'm doing you a favor. Now you're mine for the next hour." His eyes locked with Gary's and both men understood each other. He brought his other hand up to Gary's cheek and caressed it. Then slid it around his neck, and to Gary's right nipple. He pinched it as hard as he'd pinched the other, but this time Gary was expecting it. He let out a slight moan.
"Oh, you like nipple play after all?"
Gary nodded.
John stepped back. "Take the boxers off."
Gary obeyed. He tossed them on the car seat behind him. He was a little self-conscious of his partial erection, but he didn't try to cover it.
"You're hung for and older dude. Touch it. I want to watch you play with yourself," John ordered. His own hand was caressing his own chest and nipples, and he'd undone his belt and was opening his fly, as Gary wrapped his fist around his growing cock and began stroking himself.
Gary touched himself gently while John watched, pulling his own seven-inch cock from his fly. He was circumcised, and had a large purple mushroom head on a beer can thick cock. He wanted John to fuck him with that cock, but he wasn't going to ask for it. He knew John would do it.
John matched Gary stroke for stroke, moving closer until their cocks were touching, and John was now fisting both erections, rubbing them together. He leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly against Gary's. His tongue forced it's way into Gary's mouth and explored his throat.
He pulled back. "You've kissed guys before," John said.
"A few. Corporate America is very educational."
"Yeah? Get on your knees and show me how much you leaned in the office." His hand rested on Gary's should, and gently pushed downward. Gary went with the flow, kneeling before John. He opened his mouth and took as much of John's cock as he could. John began thrusting, fucking Gary's mouth. Gary breathed through his nostrils and swallowed John's Cock all the back until his nose was buried in John's sandy blond pubic hairs. He felt John's cum filled balls slapping against his chin, and then he felt John arch upward, and knew he was coming.
The first spurt tasted beefy, like a thick stew, and salty. He swallowed, and took more, and more. John finally stopped coming after about seven spurts. He exhaled.
"Oh man, you are a good cocksucker." John stepped back and leaned against the side of a red sports car, his pants around his ankles. It was the first time Gary noticed John wasn't wearing underwear. "I see you're still hard up. Finish up the show you started. I want to see you shoot your load all over this car. Come over here."
Gary did as ordered, and stood next to John, stroking his cock, while John caressed his back and ass. It only took a few strokes, and Gary was pulsing his load out on to the hood of the sports car.
"Yeah!" John shouted. He reached over and began stroking Gary's shooting cock, as well as stroking his own growing erection. He pumped Gary's cock a few more times and smiled. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you mechanic's style. Over the hood of the car." he stepped out of his shoes and pants. "I just gotta get some lube. You got a preference? WD40 or Axle grease?" he asked with a grin.
Gary didn't say a word, and John returned with a bottle of oil. He opened it and poured some into his hand. Then he fisted his cock and took some and poured it in the crack of Gary's ass. As the oil ran down his legs, Gary felt John's weight against him, and then the pressure of that monster cock pushing into his waiting hole. Slowly, steadily, he kept pushing, not letting up, but not forcing either. He soon felt his balls being slapped by Johns, and then felt John's lips against the back of his neck and his ear lobe.
John began to thrust, out and in, very slowly, holding tightly to Gary. "Oh yeah, man! You're tight. YES! Your ass is so tight on my cock it almost hurts!" He began thrusting faster and harder, putting more force into it, until he could take no more. "I won't cum in your ass," he hissed the words between short breaths. "I'll shoot on it."
Gary felt the emptiness as John pulled from his ass and then he felt the hot cum landing on him. He closed his eyes and inhaled as John's free hand reached around him and found a hard cock to hold on to and begin pumping again. As John's other hand became free, and he pressed his body against Gary's, he began exploring again, caressing, touching, using both hands to stroke Gary's cock, and pinch his nipples. Soon Gary could take no more and shot a second load across the hood of the sports car.
Both men stood exhausted, John still touching Gary. "Man you're great. We've got a shower in the back. Let's both get cleaned up, and then you can get going. But Today's Wednesday, so you're gonna owe me. What have you got planned for Saturday afternoon?"
Gary looked down and his oil covered cock and the hood of the sports car. "I'm paying you the interest I owe for the favor you're doing me?" He asked.
"You're a smart guy, now let me wipe down the hood of this car, and then I'll join you in the shower. I expect you'll drop the soap at least once for me." He grinned and watched Gary's hot tight ass walking away.
When John got back to the shower stall he saw Gary standing under the showerhead, hot water streaming over his naked body. He was soaping himself up, paying special attention to his ass, which was facing John. He stepped into the stall, and pressed his body against Gary's. He took the bar of soap and began lathering up his hands then dropping the soap, he ran his lathered hands over Gary's chest and down his stomach to his growing cock.
"So, do all guys get successive boners like you do when they reach your age?" John asked, his fist stroking Gary's soaped up cock.
"No, only when something turns them on like you're turning me on with that hard cock of yours pressing against the crack of my ass." John looked down to realize his cock was hard and sticking in the crack of Gary's ass. He reached down and fisted his own erection, soaping it up before letting it slip back between Gary's cheeks. "You up for another ass fucking?" He asked, pushing the tip forward against Gary's puckering hole.
Gary didn't answer, instead pushing back against the hard cock, and feeling the tip slip inside of him. He let John do all the work, bracing himself against the shower wall, while John slowly thrust forward, into Gary, inch by inch, causing Gary's ass to tingle with excitement.
Gary hadn't enjoyed sex with a man this much in a long time. The office sex wasn't rewarding, even if this was a trade off for not paying interest on what he owed. This was great sex, and his ass was going to take another pounding willingly.
He felt John's hand fisting his cock while John's cock thrust in and out of his ass. John's hand explored his balls, which were pressing close to his body. John grabbed him roughly, and tugged at his balls, Gary knew he was going to shoot another load soon. John pulled out and turned Gary around to face him.
"Jerk me off, man!" John ordered. He continued to pump Gary's cock while Gary took hold of his cock and began to pump him, squeezing gently every time his hand touched the tip. "Yeah!" John moaned and blasted a white-hot load up between them, and then watching the hot water wash away his cum from their bodies. Gary felt John's hand squeezing his balls and he too shot again. John leaned in and kissed him again, hard and long.
They finished their shower in silence, and dressed quickly.
"Remember Saturday," John said. "You'll owe a lot of interest by then. Figure on spending the whole afternoon. Meet you here around two."
Gary nodded, and smiled. "I'll be here."
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