Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 10:47:53 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Garage Mechanic  Part 1

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enjoy. It is a fiction so the sex will be unprotected.


It happened during Spring Break 1969. I'd just turned 16 a couple of days
before. My parents; who were from Scotland originally, but had moved to the
Midlands before I was born, had bought me a new Raleigh pushbike. I'd decided to
cycle over to my cousin John's, he lived with his widowed Mother, Aunt Margaret,
near Tamworth, about 40 miles away. John was a year older than me and we got
on really well. I was going Friday and coming back a week later.
Me? I'm Mark. I was 5ft 6, with a slim, my parents said thin, body. I ran and
cycled a lot, so, although slim, my body was toned. My hair was jet-black,
which contrasted with my white skin, and I had grey eyes. I'd been wanking off
for over a year, ever since my first wet-dream. My uncut prick was just over 5
inches when stiff, and it got very stiff! When it was very stiff my foreskin
rolled back and exposed my pink knob. Although I had hairy legs, and even a
little in my ass crack, my chest was hairless. My pubes were sparse, but I had a
trail of fine black hair running up my flat hard stomach to my navel, which
was an inny.
I'd never touched another boy's prick, but I couldn't keep my eyes off them
in the changing room at school. I was desperate to have sex with another boy,
I just knew it was the right thing for me. As I said John and I got on really
well, and I was going to be sleeping in the same room. He always made
innuendos when we got together and he was always touching me or putting his arm over
my shoulder when we were walking. And when we were mock wrestling I was sure he
kept getting hard. So I was hoping and praying that something would happen
during my stay.
My Dad was in the Merchant Navy and had gone back to his ship the day before.
My Mom was going to visit her Mom in Scotland, so that's why, with lots of
being told to be careful, I was allowed to cycle to my cousins. You must also
remember, this was before mobiles. In fact we didn't even have a telephone at
home, but my Aunt did. Anything important we used next door's phone. Mom had
given me a pound note and I had about ten shillings in change.

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It was a beautiful, warm Spring morning, and the forecast was for a hot
week-end. Mom left for the Railway Station as I was having breakfast, she warned me
once more to be careful. I was wearing white pumps, tight white nylon shorts
and a baggy black T-shirt. I wasn't wearing any underwear, I loved the feel of
the nylon against my skin, especially on my prick and balls. I got my bike
out of the shed, put a bottle of water and an apple in the saddlebag and set
off. I'd decided to get off the main roads as soon as possible, I didn't like
cycling with heavy lorries whizzing past.
I'd gone about 15 miles, and was well into the countryside, when I ran over
something sharp in the road, there was a muffled bang and I realised I'd got a
puncture. I wheeled my bike onto the grass verge and opened my saddlebag to
get my puncture repair kit out. It wasn't there!
"Damn it!" I thought, "what am I going to do now?"
I looked up and down the road. I couldn't see a phone box, and didn't
remember passing one. Wearily I picked up my bike and started wheeling it towards
Tamworth. Hearing an engine behind me, I stopped and looked round. A truck was
approaching, as it drew level the driver stopped.
"What's up kid?" a deep voice asked, "lost?"
"No sir" I'd been well brought up. "I've got a puncture."
"Hang on kid."
With that the door opened and a bloke jumped out. He was a half-caste guy of
about 25. At 6 ft 2, he towered over me. He was wearing a pair of denim
dungarees so I could see he had a well developed, hard, hairless, muscled body. His
hair was in a short Afro. He was smiling what I can only call a beautiful
smile, it lit up his whole face. I felt my prick twitch and I blushed.
"I'm Earl," he said, extending his big hand, "and lucky for you I work in a
garage just up the road a bit."
I took his hand and shook it, his grip was firm and his skin was hard with a
few calluses.
"I'm M M Mark." I stammered. "Can you look at my bike please, and fix the
puncture? I've got a pound and some change, I hope that's enough to pay you?"
"We'll sort the payment out later," he laughed, "let's get the bike in the
back, and you get in the cabin."
While he drove I was so embarrassed by his closeness and manly smell I
babbled away telling him where I was going and where my parents where. My prick
seemed to have a life of its own and was half hard, I was sure Earl could see it.
I kept glancing at is body and could see through a slit in the side of his
dungarees to the top of his leg, I was sure he wasn't wearing underwear. As I
babbled away I tried not to think about his body, I didn't want to get an
erection in my tight nylon shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide it. My prick was half
hard already, I glanced down at my crotch, horror of horrors I saw that there
was a large wet spot where I'd leaked precum. I went bright red and tried to
sit so I hid it. As I looked back at Earl I saw him turn away, a big grin on his
face. Then he reached down and adjusted himself. I could see the outline of
his prick running down his leg, it looked enormous. I continued to babble away.
After 5 minutes or so we turned of the main road, half a mile later I saw a
two storey building with a sign saying "TONY'S GARAGE" above the ground floor.
There were no petrol pumps outside, so I guessed they only did repairs. The
building was in good repair and the upstairs windows had blinds.
"Almost there kid," Earl said, "and just about time for my elevenses."
He sounded his horn as he turned the truck and drove through two wooden
doors. He braked and killed the engine. We were in a large courtyard, surrounded by
a high wooden fence.
"How'd you like to get out and shut the gates?" Earl asked.
"OK, sir." I replied.
"Earl." He said smiling broadly.
"Um, sorry, Earl."
I jumped down and ran back to close the gates, taking the opportunity to try
and adjust my prick so that it was less conspicuous; I wished I'd worn
underpants. The gates were a bit stiff, it took me a good five minutes to close them.
As I walked back to Earl he was talking to an old man of about 55. The man
was dressed in black trousers and a white T-shirt. He was about 5ft 8, he had a
beer belly, and although balding he had strong looking, very hairy forearms.
He turned to look at me as I neared them, and I blushed again. I was also sure
he licked his lips as he looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my
crotch.
"Mark, this is Tony, the owner," Earl said, "he's agreed to let me help you.
"
"Hello Mark" he said holding out his hand, "it should be no problem fixing
your bike."
"Hello sir," I replied as I shook hands, "Thank you."
He had a strong dry handshake and spoke in a cultured voice, which surprised
me.
"But there is a slight problem," Tony continued, "you've buckled your
wheel. I'm going to take it to a friend's to get it straightened, I was going to
see him anyway, but I won't be back until late afternoon, and I wouldn't want
you cycling at night."
My face dropped.
"However," he went on, "I think we have a solution. You telephone your Aunt,
tell her what's happened and let me speak to her. Earl lives above the garage
and there are three other bedrooms, so you can stay the night. Earl will run
you over to your Aunt's in the truck tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"
"I .. I dunno," I stammered, "I don't think my Aunt would allow it sir."
"We'll see." Tony said. "If she agrees are you happy to stay the night?"
"Y .. Y .. Yes." I stammered, as I blushed when I thought of sleeping in the
same house as Earl.
To cut a long story short, I don't know what Tony said to my Aunt but she
agreed to my staying the night, telling me that she'd probably be at work when I
got to the house, and that John would be waiting for me.
Earl took the wheel off my bike and gave it to Tony, who went out front and
drove of in a big Rover.
"Right kid," Earl said ruffling my hair, "I'm going to close the garage so
we can have something to eat and drink, and whatever." He winked and patted my
bum as he walked away. Obviously I went bright red again. I wondered what was
in store for me.
End of part one, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)
Paul.
This work is copyrighted to the author January 2005.