Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 12:14:30 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Garage Mechanic part 2

This story is submitted to nifty under their story guidelines and is
copyrighted to myself the author and cannot be copied in any way shape or form without
my express permission. If you are underage or don't like stories of a
homosexual nature please press the Back button now otherwise enjoy. It is a fiction
so the sex will be unprotected.
Walking into the garage Earl turned and pointed to some old coach seats set
against the fence, there was a piece of carpet in front of them.
"Sit down over there kid, they are clean, enjoy the sunshine. And why don't
you take your T-shirt off, it's really warm now."
I felt myself blush yet again, but I welcomed the opportunity to try and hide
my troublesome prick. I went to the seats and before I sat down I stuck my
hand down my tight white shorts. Easing my foreskin back I ran my thumb over my
knob collecting my precum. I eased my hand out and licked my thumb clean, I'd
been eating my precum and spunk for ages, I loved the taste of it. I pulled my
T-shirt off, and when I sat I draped it across my shorts to hide the bulge of
my half hard prick.
I heard the door bang and Earl came out carrying a tray with four cans of
lager, and a cut up pork pie, but I soon ignored that. Earl had changed from his
dungarees into a pair of thin, black cotton shorts. They weren't tight, but
they were very, very short. As he came up to me I could see that the outline of
his big prick stopped just above the hemline. I felt my prick twitch.
"Here you go kid," he said, handing me a can, "you are allowed to drink aren'
t you?"
"Sure," I lied, "my Dad let's me have some wine with dinner."
Earl sat down on my right hand side his leg resting against mine, I trembled
and took a swig of lager, it was ice cold and refreshing. Three or four of my
mates and I had been drinking a few cans at weekends for a couple of months. I
liked the buzz it gave me. Earl's leg was warm against mine, and when he
moved it gently against me my prick stiffened to it's full length, thank God for
my T-shirt. Earl held the plate of pork pie out, but I shook my head.
"No thanks Si .. Earl," I told him, my voice breaking. "I'm not hungry, but
the lager's nice, thanks." I took another swig.
"I'm not hungry yet either." He replied, and he put the plate down by his
side. He turned and looked me up and down. I got embarrassed and finished off my
can of lager. Wordlessly he passed me a second. I pulled the tab and took a
big swig, I was feeling very nervous.
"You've got a nice body kid," he continued, "even though you're thin I can
see some muscle tone. Take care of it and it'll develop nicely. Here let me
drape your T-shirt over the back of the seat to stop it creasing."
And before I could protest he'd taken my T-shirt off my lap and draped it
over the back of the seat. You've guessed it, I blushed. I took a bigger swig of
lager to hide my embarrassment.
"Mind if I feel your muscles kid?" My jaw dropped.
Without waiting for my answer he ran a strong calloused hand up my arm
squeezing gently, when he continued on down to my chest and rubbed back and forth
across my small brown nipples I gasped. I looked at my shorts and saw a large
damp patch of precum, as I looked it got bigger and wetter, I was dribbling
precum, and you could almost see my stiff prick through the wet, white nylon. I
turned and looked at Earl's crotch, the knob of his stiffening prick had come
out below the hem of his shorts. It was black with a long foreskin. In panic I
finished off the second can of lager.
"You like this don't you kid?" Earl murmured softly; he was rubbing my
nipples between his fingers, and they'd gone stiff. His other hand was now stroking
my thigh. Precum was still dribbling from my prick. I just sat there
mesmerised.
"Er, .. er .. yes sir." I squeaked eventually. My heart was hammering and I
was totally confused and light headed, the lager had kicked in. I hadn't
really thought this big "butch" bloke would do anything, even though I'd wanted
him to. I was too frightened to move as he took my hand and placed it on his
prick. I didn't know what to do so I squeezed it gently through the soft
material. It felt much thicker than mine and from the sponginess I knew it wasn't
fully hard. Earl moaned softly.
"This your first time with a man?" he asked.
"My first time with anybody." I managed to reply.
"Oh baby, baby, baby," he said gently, "are we going to enjoy this!"
I felt a sense of loss as he took his hands off my body. Earl knelt in front
of me.
"Stand up kid." His voice was firm. "Legs a little apart."
I stood and my legs wobbled. Automatically I put my hands on Earl's broad
shoulders for balance, they were firm and strong, but his skin felt wonderfully
silky. I looked down and our eyes locked. I felt Earl's hands on my hips, he
put a couple of fingers into the waistband of my shorts and began to take them
off, lifting them away from my stiff prick that was pointing to the sky. My
foreskin had peeled back and was lodged beneath my knob. As I felt the air hit my
knob I looked at it, precum leaked out. Then Earl leant forwards and ran his
tongue over my knob collecting the precum.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, it felt incredible. My whole body was trembling now and
my heart was beating wildly. He leaned back and bought my shorts down to my
ankles. Lifting one foot at a time he took them off, leaving me standing there
in just my white pumps. My body trembling and my rigid prick quivering.
Leaning forwards his mouth engulfed my prick, he licked my knob sending shivers
through my body. He took more of me into his mouth, it felt incredible. I gasped
as he worked his throat around my knob and swallowed my prick until his nose
was buried in my sparse black pubes. I was shaking from excitement, this was
better than anything I'd every dreamed of. His big, rough hands were on my
buttocks, each large hand full of one of my small tight cheeks, he was roughly
kneading them. When he started to swallow and I felt his throat muscles on my prick
I lost it completely.
"OH SHIT!" I shouted as boycum erupted from my prick into Earl's throat.
Earl pulled back until my knob was in his mouth and greedily swallowed my cum,
sucking hard at the same time. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, I
thought my whole body had cum! As my spunk dried up I slumped across his
shoulder, my eyes shut, my heart still hammering away, my breathing ragged. When I
couldn't produce any more cum I whimpered, Earl's sucking was starting to hurt
my sensitive knob. Earl released my prick which was still very stiff and laid
me on the seat where I slowly came back down to earth.
"Enjoy that kid?" he asked grinning down at me.
"It was incredible," I gasped, "I couldn't have believed anything could
make me feel that good. I came twice as much as usual!"
My eyes travelled down his strong muscular body, and my eyes widened. Earl
had removed his shorts and was languidly stroking his prick.
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath; as I saw it in all its glory. Earl's
prick was uncut with a lot of foreskin, dark brown it was at least nine inches
long, and it was twice as thick as my little boy cock.
"Good." He laughed, seeing my expression. "And now you can pleasure me."
End of part two, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSIVAL92@aol.com)
Paul.
This work is copyrighted to the author January 2005.