Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 10:27:27 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Garage Mechanic part 11

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so the sex will be unprotected.
Closing the door softly behind him D.T. took my hand and led me down the
corridor to the fire escape. I was dead on my feet and yawning continually, but I
managed to take in what D.T. was telling me as we went along. Boys only had
the special herbal cocktail about once every 10-14 days. Either for film making,
special public shows or, at a high price, for private client parties.
Continuing to explain he opened the fire-door and helped me up a flight of stairs. He
was sleeping with a client tonight, someone who liked to take his last, and
first cum of the day. I was a little disappointed, I'd hoped he'd be sleeping
with me. Upstairs, on the right he'd told me, was the boys dormitory,
consisting of 20 cubicles containing a bed with a reading lamp above it, a wardrobe
with full length mirrored door, a chair, and a mini safe. At the moment I would
be boy number 16. Facing the stairs were the showers and toilets. On the left
was a small kitchen/diner with a dumb waiter to the main kitchen, and two
small lounges. One with a music centre, the other with a T.V. As we reached the
top of the stairs we stopped.
"Do you want the bathroom?" asked D.T. Noticing me yawn again he continued, "
I think you'd better leave your shower `til in the morning."
"I just want my bed thanks."
D.T. opened the door to the dormitory, which, I just about noticed, had a
sign "CHICKEN RUN" on it. He led me to a bed and pulled down the covers. I sat
on the bed shrugging off the robe as  D.T. pulled off my socks. The last thing
I remember is him tucking me in and kissing me softly on the lips and wishing
me Good Night.
I slept like the proverbial log.
"Come on Mark," a voice in the distance, "wake up sleepy-head. You've got a
busy day in front of you." Then someone shook my arm.
I suddenly realised where I was, as I knuckled my eyes and opened them I saw
Earl stood by my bed, in jeans and a jeans jacket, no shirt, just his
beautiful coffee coloured, muscled chest.
"Sleep well?" he asked, smiling that smile down at me.
"Like a top." I told him. I scratched my balls and was pleasantly surprised
to find that my cock was soft.
"I want you to go and do your ablutions and come back here. Try and be quiet,
the other boys are still asleep, it's only 7:30."
As I threw the sheet back the smell of sex hit me, I needed the shower bad. I
slipped on a pair of flip-flops that were by my bed and went into the shower
room, there were 3 cubicles, 6 hand basins with cabinets above them, and 3
showers. Everything was stainless steel or white tiles. There were several
shelves of towels. I went to the toilet, then had a good hot shower and towelled
off. I approached the basins, there was a long toothbrush holder, enough for 20,
number 16 had my name on it with a brand new toothbrush in it. The toothpaste
was on the basin along with a bar of antiseptic soap. When I'd finished my
ablutions I returned to the dormitory. Earl was sat on my bed, he must have made
it up. Washed and ironed, my tight white nylon shorts, baggy black T-shirt
were laid out next to him, along with an athletic support (jock-strap these
days). My white pumps were on the floor. I put on the athletic support, shorts and
pumps and glanced in the mirror, I looked so young and really sexy. I giggled
as I pulled the T-shirt on. Earl took me into the kitchen and I had 2 Weetabix
and a glass of the Health supplement, Earl explaining that Mr W******** took
good care of his boys and that we all saw a Dietician after our regular
medicals. When I'd finished I went and brushed my teeth again, then Earl led me down
the stairs and we took a lift to Reception. Mr. W******** was waiting for us.
"Good Morning Mark," he said, patting my head, "if you're ready I'll drive
you to your cousin John's. Slight change of plan, Earl will follow in a Land
Rover, not his lorry, and park up behind John's house to wait for you."
To cut along story short as we drove to John's Mr. W******** explained that I'
d be having my medical when I got back and see the Dietician. Then I'd meet
Samuel who was in charge of all the boys. As we drove through town Mr W*******'
s Roller was noticed by a couple of policemen who saluted. We pulled up
outside my cousin's and after I'd taken my bike from out the back Mr. W********
waved and drove off. When I got to the front door I parked my bike against the
wall and knocked loudly, I knew John would be having a lie-in. On my second
knocking I heard a muffled voice.
"All right, all right. I'm coming!"
The door opened and John was stood in the hallway. He was just in pyjama
bottoms, his hair was tousled and he'd just finished yawning. I could see his
softening morning woody tenting his pyjamas. He's about 5ft 9, stocky with a few
hairs on his chest.
"OK kid, what do you want?" then he did a double take. "Christ Mark, I didn'
t recognise you, you look about 12!"
"Hi John." I said and grinned up at him.
He was still half asleep and trying to work out what was going on, so I
pushed him back into the hallway, dropping the letter to my parents on the
telephone table. He was about to start asking questions as I dropped to my knees and
pulled his pyjama's down exposing a half hard uncut cock.. I hefted it, fed it
into my mouth, and started to suck.
"Shit Mark, what are you doing?" John gasped putting his hands on my head to
push me off.
But his cock was stiffening rapidly as I worked furiously at it and his hands
just held my head in place and he began to moan.
"Yes, yes, yes. That feels great! Yes, yes, yes, ..."
By now his cock was rigid, about 6 inches and quite thick. I squeezed his
balls and he groaned louder. I was pleased to feel my own cock stiffen in my
jock-strap. I managed to push my finger into my mouth to moisten it and when I
forced my finger into his hole he grunted, shuddered and his cock exploded in my
mouth. John moaned as I continued to suck and swallow, he shot about 6 large
loads of juicy cum, I swallowed it all without losing a drop, it tasted
delicious.
"Jesus Mark!" he gasped collapsing onto the bottom stair. "Where did you
learn to do that? It felt incredible!"
"Tell you later, I'm just going to make coffee while you come round."
I went into the kitchen, unlocked the back door, ran down the garden and out
of the back gate. Earl's Land Rover was parked about 50 feet away. I ran to it
and got in. Just as I was closing the door I heard John calling my name.
"Duck down." Earl told me, throwing a travelling rug over me to hide me.
I heard a tap at the window, and Earl rolled it down, I stayed as still as
possible. John asked him if he'd seen a little kid running about and Earl said
he thought he'd seen someone run into the park. John left.
"Just to be on the safe side you'd better stay under the blanket until we
get back to the Manor House."
"O.K." I said quietly.
Earl drove off and I snaked my hand into his crotch, I rubbed his cock and
felt it harden. Earl pulled some of the blanket over it to cover his crotch. I
pulled his zipper down and eased my hand inside, his cock was stiffening as I
eased his ample foreskin back. When I rubbed my thumb over his cock slit he
moaned sexily, and produced a pearl of precum. I'd got my taste for cock well and
truly primed after taking John's hot load so I wormed my way until my head
was in his lap. I took his knob in my mouth, his cock was now rock hard and my
hand was holding his foreskin back. I was just about to put my other hand into
my shorts when Earl spoke.
"You can play with me all you like." His voice was serious. "But, whatever
you do don't play with yourself. If you cum before you have your medical I'll
get shot."
I reluctantly took my hand away and wormed it into Earl's jeans to fondle his
big balls. I was lapping at his knob and sucking. Earl was producing a load
of precum which I eagerly swallowed. It was warm down there and the manly smell
of Earl's crotch was almost overwhelming. I tried to move my hand from his
balls and into his sweaty crack, but Earl squeezed his thighs together and gave
me a tap on the bum.
"Hold on you little tart," he said playfully, "we're going through town and
I can't concentrate on my driving. We don't want to have an accident. Just
suckle on my cock quietly. I'll let you know when you can finish me off."
So I released my grip on the thick shaft and contented myself with gently
sucking his beautiful 9 inch cock until it was at the back of my mouth at the
entrance to my throat. Remembering D.T. and the way he'd deep throated Gramps's
monster cock I forgot Earl's instructions and tried to relax my throat muscles
and force Earl's cock down my throat. I gagged of course and got a harder
slap on my bum.
"I told you to just suckle, remember?" Earl said with a deep chuckle. "And
anyway, you'll be trained properly to suck cock, and you'll start on something
a bit smaller."
I went back to suckling and breathing in Earl's hot manly smell. After ten
minutes or so Earl opened his legs wider and moved forwards in his seat.
"O.K. Mark, you've got ten minutes to get me off before we get back to the
Manor House."
I lost no time in grasping  his rigid shaft and pulled his foreskin right
back. As I licked his big purple knob I sucked hard. I wormed my other hand
between his legs into his sweaty crack until my middle finger found his pucker. I
pushed it straight in as far as I could go, then pulled it back and, adding my
index finger, I began to finger fuck his hot moist channel. Earl only grunted.
With my other hand I started to toss him as I continued to avidly suck him
off. My own cock was stiff and throbbing in the confines of the jock strap. I
loved the taste of him and his man juices as his plentiful precum trickled down
my throat. His breathing became laboured and he was squirming in his seat. I
felt his ball sac tighten against my wrist. Earl was sweating profusely between
his ass cheeks making it so easy to finger fuck him. His bum raised off the
seat a little, and his sphincter tightened around my fingers.
"OH SHIT, YES!" he shouted.
His cock swelled even more and a rope of hot man cum hit the back of my
mouth. I swallowed rapidly, desperate not to lose any of his precious mancum. He
shot time after time, his sphincter clamping vice-like around my fingers every
time he shot. He must have shot eight times and I swallowed every drop, I was
getting good at this. After his last shot he stopped the Land Rover and slumped
back against his seat. I withdrew my fingers, pulled the foreskin back from
his knob and licked it clean. The blanket was thrown off me and I sat up
licking my lips and savouring the taste of his cock pervading my mouth. I looked out
of the window, we were in the Manor House car park.
"Christ Mark." Earl gasped. "You're getting good at that."
After he put his softening cock away and straightened his clothes he reached
into the glove compartment and handed me a green wrist band.
"I nearly forgot to give you this." Earl said. "While you're training keep
it on at all times, then, if a client sees you and likes what he sees, he can
pay a fee and watch you at a training session, but not join in. You get a
percentage of the fee. O.K.?"
"Yeh." I replied with a chuckle. "I'll be retiring in a year at this rate."
Earl tousled my hair. "Come on you sexy little bugger, let's get you to the
Doctor for your medical."
Earl led me into Reception and down the stairs to the basement. On the way we
passed a couple of middle aged clients, one gave a low whistle. I blushed,
but straightened my back and wiggled my bum at him, his friend laughed, and I
heard him tell his friend they'd better get tickets for the show, I wondered if
it was because they'd noticed my green band.
In the basement Earl explained that the Doctor didn't get a fee, he got a
free stay at the Manor House and the use of the boys he was examining, so I was
to do whatever he told me to, my cock twitched. He would be seeing four boys in
two days, I would be the first. Like the first time I was fucked there would
be paying clients behind a one-way mirror. My cock twitched again as I guessed
I was the show the two clients had spoken about. When he asked if all of that
was O.K. I smiled widely and told him yes. We arrived at a door marked
SURGERY, Earl knocked and a voice said "Enter." Earl pushed the door open, patted
my bum, and left.
I entered the room and looked around. The one-way mirror took up most of a 20
ft wall, there was a chair in front of the mirror. The room was about 15 ft
wide. Opposite the door was a shower, toilet and wash basin, all stainless
steel and open to the room. I could see a shower head and a 2ft. rod which seemed
to have holes in the last 6 inches In the centre of the room was an
examination table with stainless steel attachments like in Gramps's room, I could see
that if I was put in it my bum would be facing the one way mirror. Hanging from
the ceiling above the examination table was an angled mirror which would
obviously give the clients a full view of what was going on. A similar mirror hung
from the ceiling over and to the side of the shower. By the other wall was a
cupboard, then a long desk covered in dildos, instruments and other
paraphernalia. Stood in front of the desk was the Doctor. He was wearing a white coat
with a stethoscope around his neck, I guess he was naked underneath the coat
because his legs were bare as was his neck. The only other thing he was wearing
apart from a pair of slipper shoes was a light and backing mirror attached to a
strap around his head. He looked to be in his 30's, about 5ft 10 and stocky.
He had short brown hair and brown twinkling eyes.
"Good Morning Mark, nice to meet you." He said, smiling broadly. "You may
call me Doc."
"Good Morning Doc." I replied, and smiled back at him. "I think I'm going
to enjoy this." I thought to myself.
The Doctor took my blood pressure and checked my pulse. He breathed on the
stethoscope before he tested my heart and lungs. Then he held my tongue down
with a spatula to check out my mouth.
"Bloody hell," he exclaimed, "your breath reeks of cum. What did you do?
Suck off a football team?"
I went scarlet with embarrassment, there were people watching and listening
to this, perhaps I wasn't uninhibited enough without the help of the herbal
drink. I'd been O.K. with John and Earl, but it was just beginning to sink in
what I was actually going to be doing. I felt my cock shrink in my jockstrap as
Doc handed me a small bottle.
"Go over to the mirror and strip off for me please Mark, everything. Put your
clothes on the chair. Then go over to the toilet and give me a sample of your
urine. When you've done that come back and stand by the examination table."
End of part eleven, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
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Paul.This work is copyrighted to the author copyright April 2005.