by Robert Neilson
The day didn’t begin well; my exhaust blew. I phoned work, told them I’d be late and stopped off at a garage my mate recommended.
There was a dark guy in his twenties bent over working on an engine, nice blue t-shirt under his blue overalls. He looked fit. The guy that came to meet me was taller, in his thirties and had dirty blond hair, a trim beard and hairy arms. He was wearing a white t-shirt, which had some chest hair sticking out the top and his overalls were tied round his waist. I told him the problem. He asked if I had five minutes, and I said, “Sure, as long as it’s not ten.” He took my keys, drove my car onto the ramp. I watched it being hoisted.
He got under the car to take a look and then nodded me over. “See, it’s here,” he said, pointing to a spot on the exhaust. I couldn’t really make out anything in the gloom. He snorted. “You all distracted by the sight of my buddy there? Thinking about fucking him as he’s bending over that engine?” But there was a laugh in his voice, so I decided he was teasing, and I’d josh him back. “No, I was thinking about YOU fucking ME.” He laughed and got one of those lamps with a metal cover, pointed it at the exhaust. I saw the hole. “Come to the office, we’ll see what I can do for you,” he said, laying the lamp down.
One hand on the PC mouse, the other playing with a nipple, he seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on me. His hand strayed down inside his overalls; was he tugging his dick? “What do you think, price-wise?” he asked. I had no idea he’d mentioned a price. I gulped. “Not concentrating too good there, buddy. Let’s see if we can release some of that tension.” His hand came out of his overalls, and he put it on my crotch. I knew that my hardening dick had given me away, so I let him get on with it. After a good feel at my package, he got both hands to it, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly, letting my trousers fall, pulling my briefs down. A jerk or two at my dick, then he was blowing me. I got my hands on the guy’s nipples and gently played with them. Occasionally he took my cock out of his mouth and rubbed the end gently on his beard… Boy, it felt good!
After a minute I got my hands under his armpits and lifted him up. He pulled his t-shirt over his head as I untied his overalls. He wore only boxers underneath, no jeans. I got my mouth on the bulge of his shaft then turned him round, having a good feel of his dick while I mouthed at his arse under his boxers. Pulling them down, I parted his arse cheeks and got my tongue right in there. His dick was thick and veiny, his balls felt heavy and the musky smell from his arse was amazing as I got my tongue deeper into it.
He grabbed hold of his ankles as I stood up, putting some spit on my cock. I eased the head of it into the pucker of his arse. A gentle thrust or two, then I was in. “Fuck me, man! Harder! Harder!” he said. I did, but the moment I began to pant, he reached his hand back and pushed me out. Roughly, he bent me over and got his tongue up my arse. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed his buddy watching us. He walked over, got his cock out and I swallowed it greedily as I felt his mate’s thick cock stretch my arse and then start pounding away. It didn’t take long for the three of us to cum, and I soon felt them both spunk into me, with my own load splashing on the garage floor.
We gasped, our breathing slowed, we straightened our clothes.
“So, mate,” said the older guy. “We’ll give you a lift to work, sort the car out, come back for you later. No special prices but you’ll get another fuck with us… How about it?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, and grinned at him.
It wasn’t going to be a crap day after all.
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