It was the first day of August and I was, as always when the sun hung around for any length of time, ridiculously horny. I had just retuned from studying at university and was job hunting at the time, living in a converted garage at my parent's house in the south of England. Summer had been with us for a while, and the weather had remained mainly sunny; something of a treat for this part of the world.
Since I returned I hadn't had a chance to do anything about my nearly constant horny state: the small town I lived in isn't exactly known for having cosmopolitan' inhabitants. Having phoned my job agency that morning to see whether they'd found me anything (the answer was no as always - why the fuck am I so bloody unemployable?' I asked myself for the umpteenth time) I went over to my laptop which was on a table underneath a large window that overlooked the road out front, thinking I might find someone half way round the world I could jerk off with - thank god for broadband!
But just as I was about to log on I saw him. and nearly died. Fucking hell he was beautiful - he just seemed to pop up from nowhere right across the road from my window, and something else a little closer to home seemed to pop up from nowhere too. I involuntarily squeezed my suddenly rock hard 7" cock, my heart pounding faster as I stared at this vision of loveliness that was standing before me.
After a second it dawned on me that he was a mechanic, working on the four by four of the woman opposite. The car's bonnet was open and he was standing the other side of it polishing some bit of metal with a dirty rag. But it wasn't what he had in his hands that interested me. He wasn't exactly your typical grease monkey; he looked about my age (21) and could have just stepped from the pages of the Abercrombie quarterly - he had thick dark hair that flopped seductively yet dirtily on his face, which he kept pushing back by shoving his grease-covered hand right through it. I couldn't see what he was wearing in his legs, cos the car obstructed my view, but over his obviously beautifully sculpted chest he had on this dirt-smeared white wife beater. His chest - what I could see of it - was perfectly smooth and his arms could have been hairless; I couldn't tell from that distance. His skin was an amazing golden honey colour, the colour you only see on models for sun beds. And he had this gorgeous face, clean shaven with a chiseled jaw and dark eyebrows. And, as if it was painted on to make him look the part, he had streaks of dirt and grease all over the exposed parts of his flesh. Fuck, I was close to cumming just from looking at this guy!
He then moved round to the front of the car, bending over to look at something in the engine (yeah, I at least know which end the engine is) and I saw that he was wearing these navy blue sweatpants that clung to a magnificent ass - I actually found myself clenching my teeth as if I was biting into one of the juicy mound that was on display in front of me. And, I don't know if this was just the way his sweats hung, but he certainly seemed to have quite a bulge in the front of them, but I only caught a glimpse of it for a second before he was pushing his groin into the front bumper of the car. Fuck, I so wanted to be that bumper right then!
I felt some dampness in my own groin, looking down to see whether t was sweat or precum, decided on closer inspection that it was both, and brought my fingers up to my mouth. The sweet taste of my precum was as delicious as ever, and I inhaled deeply the musky scent of my groin on my hand, closing my eyes briefly as I did so. When I looked back at the mechanic I almost died - he was lifting up his top to wipe his sweaty forehead, Roddick-style, giving me a sight of his amazing six-pack abs. They were as golden as the rest of him, and almost perfectly flat, just with a tight little indent at the edges of the muscles and not a trace of hair on them whatsoever. I moaned out loud with a mixture of disappointment and lust as he let his shirt drop down again, sitting down as he did so on a trolley and sliding under the front of the vehicle. After a minute I surmised that he wasn't going to emerge again from his hiding place under the car for a little while, and took the chance to go get a cold beer from the fridge in the mini kitchen. As I passed the mirror I noticed how disheveled I suddenly looked, the flies on my jeans half undone, my tight t-shirt actually tucked into my boxers somehow, my hair a total mess and a look of desperation and lust plastered over my face. I laughed at myself, buttoning my fly and removing my shirt - the temperature seemed to have increased, and it didn't take much to guess why. I ran the beer bottle across my chest; I wasn't exactly a stunner, certainly not in the league of my mechanic, but I liked the way I looked; on the thin side by still tightly muscled, slightly tanned with dark, nearly black hair in an unkempt style, and a smooth body, except for a nice trail from my flat stomach down to my groin and trimmed hair in my pits. After a second of narcissism I realized who it was I should really be staring at and promptly returned to the window.
My mechanic was just emerging from under the car, with something of a bemused look on his face, probably trying to tell which bit was the exhaust. Sorry, no - that's me, innit? But he did look bemused, wiped his forehead with his arm, creating a fresh smear of grime across his face as he did so. Again my hand was on my cock, whilst I stared at this hunk of a man. And then I looked away sharply as he looked straight at me; at least I thought he had, couldn't be certain but I was pretty sure. I looked back just in time to see him grab the seam of his shirt and yank it with one hand over his head - OMG I almost jizzed there and then! Fucking hell, I thought to myself, this is a wet dream come true. He had a perfect chest, broad and smooth with big brown nipples that I sooo wanted to sink my teeth into. Surely today couldn't get any better. I was just sitting there, slowly stroking my cock and trying to think of some excuse to go over and talk to this Adonis when all of a sudden he turned from the car he was working on and started walking - straight towards my front door!
As the doorbell rang my heart was pounding. I quickly shoved my cock back into my jeans and grabbed the nearest shirt I could - it happened to be a long sleeve slightly see-thru scrumpled dress-shirt that some ex had given to me for a birthday. I did up two buttons by the time I had got to the front door (I wasn't gonna keep this guy waiting!) and reached for the latch, shaking slightly.
As I opened the door I had to prevent myself from just jumping onto this guy - for all I knew he was completely straight. In fact it was almost a certainty, I thought to myself. I mean, when was the last time you heard of a gay mechanic? Exactly. So I opened the door with a smile and a "hi, can I help you?" although it may have come out slightly disappointed - my mechanic had reclothed his torso. Even so, I nearly drowned in his blue-green eyes, and I swear that my tongue doubled in size as it does every time I talk to a really fit guy.
The mechanic gave me this big shit-eating yet slightly wry grin that made my knees almost buckle and my heart double in pace. "Hi. Sorry about this," (fuck, even his voice turned me on - he was clearly local but he had these tones in it, maybe his mother was Irish or something) "but I was wondering if I could use your lav," he asked.
"Yeah, sure" I replied, whilst stepping back from the door and letting this guy in; like I was gonna say no to this demi-god!
"Mrs Stevenson went out, so I can't use hers. My name's James by the way, I'm working on her Jeep."
"Yeah, I . er, gathered. The bathroom's just through that door. Oh, I'm Rob by the way," I said, barely managing to keep eye contact with James, tempted by the knowledge that a sight of his amazing body was just a glance away.
"Cheers," James replied, walking away. He was - if it is possible - even more stunning close up. I could tell now that his arms had no hair on them whatsoever, and when he ran his hand through his hair again I saw that his armpits had just a few dark hairs in them. And his shoulders were amazing - really wide and bronzed. As he walked past me I got a strong whiff of a manly, sweaty scent that I could have bottled and perfumed my whole house with, if I'd wanted a permanent hard-on. And then staring at that amazing ass as he walked away from me; what a behind! I sooo wanted to grab it and slap it and bite it and bend it over and fuck it. I went over to the kitchen, which was right beside the bathroom and stood there listening to James piss, imagining his soft cock in his hand, the way he pushed down his sweats under his balls to pee, the way he shook his cock when he'd done. I heard the tap running whilst Jams washed his hands and I quickly retrieved two fresh beers from the fridge: I wasn't gonna let this one leave so easily.
I popped both beers and turned around holding them just as James open the bathroom door. "Fancy a beer?" I asked, sporting my own shit-eating grin.
"Yeah, that'd be great, cheers mate. I could do with a breather," the hunk replied.
"You wanna go drink these out the back?" I asked. James just nodded in reply, taking a bug gulp of his brew.
We sat down in the private courtyard of my parents' back garden on two big reclining chairs. "Nice place you got," said James.
"Yeah well it's not really mine - my parents live here, but they're away for the summer."
"Well that can only be a good thing!" said James. I gave him a raised eyebrow as if to say `oh yeah, why's that then?'
"Well this way you have the place to yourself - you can invite over whoever you want and do whatever you like, can't you?" explained James. I can now at least, I thought to myself, remembering the time when I still lived in the house and my Dad had walked in on me blowing a wad over some guy I'd met the day before. Dad had just apologized and backed out, but not before the slut fucking me had invited him to join us! After that I got mad and literally threw the kid out. I was now praying that this scenario with the mechanic would end up a little better than that! I don't remember how we got onto the subject of James's girlfriend - he had been talking at me whilst I got lost down memory lane, and somehow he'd begun telling me about how his bird had left him a month ago and how he hadn't had a good seeing to since the night they'd split up. "I'm so horny at the moment; I think it's something to do with the hot weather," he said.
"Too right," I agreed. "I always get seriously horny when the sun comes out," and sexy mechanics work outside my window.
At that moment James sat up and, for the second time that day, tore off his shirt. "So fucking hot!" he said, looking right at me, with a glint in his eye. I couldn't tell whether he was talking about the temperature, himself, this situation or even me. I couldn't take my eyes off his body, it was just fucking amazing. "Aren't you hot?" he asked me. "Er . pardon?" "You hot? Why don't you take your shirt off?" "Oh, right! Yeah, I guess I could." I undid both buttons, sitting up to slide the shirt off my sticky back. After a minute James asked "so what about you?" "Er, what about me?"
"You get any action recently, or are your balls just as blue as mine?" he said, wrapping a big dirty fist around his nutsack through his sweatpants We both laughed a little at this. "Yeah I guess you could say that. Last time I copped off with anyone was back at uni. And that was a fucking mistake too." "Yeah? What happened?" asked James, sitting up suddenly interested.
I thought for a second then decided to take a chance. I mean, what was he gonna do when I told him I was a poof? He didn't exactly look like the queer-bashing type, not that I really know what they look like. "He was an ex boyfriend."
James stopped mid-gulp, his beer bottle still at his lips. "Boyfriend?" he asked, with a raise of the eyebrow. "Yeah," I replied. "Fucking stallion between the sheets though!" I bragged. "Dude!" James said, in a congratulatory American jock accent. "Dude!" I replied, and we high-fived and collapsed in a fit of giggles. Somehow it felt that I'd known this guy for more than ten minutes.
"So," James said, downing the remnants of his beer and putting his hands behind his head, "you feel like helping out a horned-up straight guy?" OMG I almost died again. This actually was a wet dream come true! "Are you asking what I think you're asking?" I enquired.
"I could really do with a blow job right now," James said, locking my eyes with his.
I looked down to the sizeable bulge in his sweats, and then noticed that I had a hard-on that matched. Was I really just about to suck off this guy? James reached down to his groin and adjusted himself, letting out a slight moan and closing his eyes. They didn't re-open and I wasted no time in kneeling down beside him. I reached over and hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. I slowly ran my fingers across the top of his groin, causing James to let out another soft moan, and then teasingly began to pull down my mechanic's dirty trousers. As I went I saw his really low-slung boxers, with just a hint of hair crawling over the top of them. He lifted his ass off the chair to help me with stripping him and as he did I blew on the exposed top of his groin, then started gently nibbling on his hardening shaft through his boxers as it emerged from under his sweats. James started moaning more loudly now, offering me gentle encouragement. I was in no hurry though, and once I'd completely removed James's sweats I started stroking and nibbling on his hairless thighs, pushing his oversize boxers up tight to his groin. I kept up my teasing as I pulled down this hunk's underwear, finally revealing his hardened cock to the slight breeze. Like the rest of him it was beautiful: not huge, a little longer than mine but a lot fatter, uncut and with a lovely red purple head. I firmly ran my fingers through the sparse hairs at the base of his cock, whilst I sucked one of his large balls into my mouth. James was clearly loving this; one of his hands was pressing into my scalp, the other squeezing his swollen shaft. I took that hand and placed it on my neck - one of my sensitive areas - and then went to work on his head.
After my teasing I decided to drive go crazy and all of a sudden changed tempo, gulping his thick head into my mouth and sucking on it like a hoover. "Oh, fuck yeah Rob, that's.fucking good. Oh yeah!" groaned James, his groin thrusting slightly into my face. I took more of his cock into my mouth, moving my hands quickly over the hard muscles of his body, my tongue exploring under his hood. I sucked for all I was worth for a good few minutes, James almost shouting now "suck me, dude, that's so fucking good, oh fuck yeah, that's fucking good.I' gonna fucking cum soon dude, oh yeah." I grabbed James's balls and gently pulled them down as he grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. "Suck my dick dude, I'm gonna cum! Oh yeah!! Fuuu." Suddenly my mouth was filled with jizz, I felt James convulse under me, his cock hitting the back of my throat as jets of cum sprayed over my tongue and down my throat. "Oh, fuck, dude that was . amazing," said James, still clearly out of breath, his hands gripping the chair behind his head, his big chest rising up and down. I let his cock fall from between my lips, panting a little myself. I grinned up at James, feeling his hot cum drizzling down the back of my throat, seeing a layer of sweat that made his amazing body shine in the morning sun.
"You're fucking gorgeous," I told him.
"Thanks dude. That was some amazing head you just gave me." I grinned again then looked down at his softening cock. I saw a drop of cum just about to drip off the tip if his cock and quickly licked it up, not wanting to waste any of this stud's juice. His tender cock twitched from the soft lick I gave his head, and James groaned slightly. I sat back onto my lounger, my hard cock tenting in my jeans, my body slightly sweaty. All I could say was, "you're fucking gorgeous."
"Yeah, thanks, Rob. You're kinda attractive too, you know. For a guy." I could tell he was only saying this cos I'd just made him cum, but it was still good to hear. "You wanna go inside? Clean up, get another beer?" he asked, as if it was his house, not mine.
"Er, sure." I said, adjusting my stiff cock as I stood. James reached down in front of me to pick up his boxers. I squeezed his ass, half involuntary - it was fucking fine, just like the rest of him. He stood up, but he didn't look angry, he just said, "lets go inside, then we'll decide what to do, yeah?" As I walked in I caught a glimpse of my mechanic's reflection in the full-length mirror in the bathroom; I couldn't believe I'd really just sucked off this beautiful straight guy, and that he was walking butt naked back into my room.
To be continued.please feel free to email me with comments etc. esp as this is my first story. Nothing too harsh though guys - I'm not intending to make a career of this.