Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 18:58:56 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The real garage mechanic, part 1

THE REAL GARAGE MECHANIC. Part One.

THIS IS A GAY FANTASY. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ IT FOR ANY REASON
PLEASE LEAVE NOW. THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS ARE FICTICIOUS. THE SEX WILL BE
UNPROTECTED. PLEASE PRACTISE SAFE SEX.
It was the summer of 69, I was 14 and a half. It was the school holidays and
I was depressed. Tony my best friend had gone on holiday with his parents to
his Aunt and Uncle's cottage in Wales. I couldn't go with them like I had for
the last 3 years, to a Guest House in Scotland, because there was no room for
me to sleep at the cottage. Tony was going to have to share a bedroom with his
twin cousins, Peter and David. They were 18, and almost grown up. They were
nearly 6ft. tall, with well-developed bodies from working on a farm.
Tony and I lived in a little village outside Sutton Coldfield. The only other
kids there were all under eight. The nearest person to our age was a lad
called Steve who was 17 and a bit, obviously he was too old to play with us. He
worked at the local garage come-junkyard which backed onto my back garden. The
owner was called Frank by everybody, nobody seemed to know his surname. My Dad
called him the Gypsy and warned me not to go playing in the junkyard. I lived
alone with my Dad, my Mom had run off when I was three, I couldn't really
remember her. I loved my Dad who was manager of a Menswear shop in Sutton
Coldfield. When I was at school and he was working he'd get me ready for school and
drop me off. Then his sister,  my Aunt, who lived a couple of streets away,
looked after me until he came home. After I turned 14 he trusted me to look after
myself after school, and during school holidays. He'd told me he thought I was
old enough and responsible enough and if there was a problem I could go to my
Aunt.
Tony's house was opposite mine and we'd been best friends since starting
school together at 5 years old. Tony was three months younger than me, but he
took the lead in everything we did. I'm Mark by the way. I was 5ft 3, thinnish,
apart from a rounded little belly, but, because we both played football a lot,
when we weren't wanking off, I had strong legs and a bubble butt. My cock was
just about 4 inches long when stiff, and not very thick. I had brown hair and
eyes, and a very few  pubic hairs, and a few hairs under my arms. Tony was
5ft. 5 with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, he was a bit bigger built than me.
Tony's cock was 5-1/2 inches long and uncut like mine, it was thicker than mine,
he had some pubic hair, but no other body hair apart from a fine down on his
legs.
Tony had discovered wanking before me, after a visit to his cousins, that was
some 18 months ago. He quickly showed me what to do and whenever we were
alone we were soon tossing side by side until we dry orgasmed. Just over a year
ago Tony came for the first time while tossing off in his bed one night. He
couldn't wait to show me, so the next day at lunch time we went back to my house.
We quickly stripped off and lay side by side on the bed tossing our own stiff
cocks. I was transfixed when he groaned loudly, closed his eyes, and his white
boycum shot from his cock slit onto his belly. He shot four times, then a
fifth that sort of bubbled from his cock slit and ran down his hand and shaft. I'
d stopped tossing as I watched him continue to play with his sticky cock so
that it stayed hard. He asked me if I wanted to wank him off, we could always
dry orgasm/cum again if we kept wanking. It was the first time either of us had
touched each other, but I'd wanted to hold his cock for ages, so I wordlessly
reached over and began to stroke his sticky cock, it felt great in my hand. I
gasped when he licked his hand clean and reached for my rigid cock, he winked
and told me he'd tasted last night's first cum and it tasted salty sweet but
nice. As we wanked each other Tony began to scoop his spunk up with his free
hand and lick it of his fingers. The last bit he offered me saying he'd eat
mine when I finally made cum, so I tentatively opened my mouth. He put two
fingers in my mouth and I licked them and swallowed. I loved the taste immediately,
salty, honey-sweet, fishy even. Tony continued to wank me, it felt really
good, my best friend was tossing me off and I was doing it for him. We speeded up
our wanking and my hips were soon bucking off the bed as I dry orgasmed. I
wanked Tony faster, gripping his cock tightly, he groaned, closed his eyes again,
and I felt his spunk pulse up his cock shaft and saw it shoot from his cock
slit. He came as much if not more than the first time and, as before, his last
shot bubbled out, covering my hand this time. I didn't hesitate, I licked my
fingers clean while Tony cleaned his body off. The next day we were a bit
ashamed of what we'd done, Tony thought my eating his cum might mean we were queer,
so we agreed I wasn't to do it again. I was really disappointed, but, like I
said, Tony led, I followed. He said we could keep wanking each other off
though, as that was only like wanking yourself when we did it together. That
pleased me, and I thought I might be able to secretly get some of his boycum into my
mouth when he had his eyes shut.
We decided we had to find somewhere private to play our sex games and Tony
suggested the junkyard, so one afternoon after school we went to the bottom of
my garden, which was shielded from my house by some raspberry bushes, and crept
into the yard through a gap in the high wooden fence that surrounded it. The
yard was full of abandoned old wrecks, some piled three high. We sneaked
around and found an old Rover stood on its own, it was quite close to the last
garage workshop, but there was a line of other cars piled two high between it and
the workshop. We climbed in, it was quite clean, and we could see the last
workshop clearly through a gap in the cars in front, so we'd be able to keep a
look-out for Frank or Steve. It had a comfortable back seat and that became our
sex hide-out. One afternoon after school, about 3 months after Tony started
spunking, we were in the Rover our shorts and white Jockeys round our ankles,
our school shirts rolled up and tucked under our chins. We'd been wanking each
others' stiff little cocks for about 5 minutes when I felt the most intense
sensation building in my balls and I stiffened, arching my back. Tony guessed
what was about to happen and to my astonishment he stopped tossing himself and
dropped his head into my lap and took my rigid 4 inches into his mouth. He only
sucked once when I almost screamed as my first boycum erupted from my cock
into his mouth. I could hear him noisily swallowing as my body was wracked with
pleasure every time I came. Tony kept sucking even when my cum finished until I
had to beg him to stop, my knob was so tender.
He raised his head and smiled shyly, I grinned back, and, taking the
initiative for once, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He responded
immediately, opening his mouth and sucking in my tongue. I did the same and our tongues
were soon duelling. I could taste my cum in his mouth, I couldn't tell the
difference from his, it was just lovely. When we finally broke apart I told him I
didn't care if it made me a queer, I loved him and loved having sex with him.
He actually blushed as he agreed with me, saying how he regretted what he'd
said 3 months ago. Then he admitted he'd kept on eating his own cum when he
tossed off at night. So, grinning broadly, I told him I'd been doing the same,
and I'd even managed to sneak dollops of his boycum to eat every time we jacked
each other off. After that we were even closer, if that was possible.
Two Sundays ago his cousins, Peter and David, had dropped by on their way
back from a concert in Amsterdam. They only stopped for half an hour for some tea
and to remind Tony's Dad of the route to their cottage, he was very
forgetful. Peter called Tony outside to look at something in the car, he gave him a
magazine, telling him to hide it from his parents, so Tony stuffed it down his
trousers. As soon as they'd gone Tony called for me and we made our way to the
Rover. It was a sex magazine, but it was full of men and boys. It turned us
both on as we slowly went through the pages. There were photos of men and boys
sucking each other off, and even more amazing photos of men putting their big,
veiny cocks up the boys' bottoms! We looked at each other in amazement, we were
speechless. I said that it must really hurt, but Tony told me he thought you'
d get used to it, and that, at night, when he was tossing himself off, he'd
started to poke a finger up his bumhole and that it made his orgasm more
intense. I was intrigued, and just before we 69'd I asked if he'd like to finger my
bumhole while we sucked. He said he would if I'd do it to him, so, after
wetting our fingers in each others mouths, we did. It hurt me a bit at first, but I
quickly got used to it, and when I came it did make it feel even better, and
we both produced the most cum yet, which we greedily ate. We decided the
safest place to hide the magazine was in the glove compartment of the Rover. So
from then on finger fucking became part of our repertoire, within days we were
both taking three fingers, it made cumming incredible, Tony said it was
something to do with an organ inside our bumholes. I only had one worry, he'd be
sleeping in his cousins' bedroom, I hoped nothing would go on, but I didn't know
how to tell him that.
And now I was losing him for nearly three whole weeks, and to crown it all,
his Mother had kept him so busy yesterday afternoon, Sunday, we hadn't been
able to bunk off together for sex. All we'd been able to do was have a quick snog
and a grope in his bedroom. As they were leaving at 4 in the morning his
parents had made him go to bed at 6p.m.! I was devastated, I actually cried myself
to sleep last night, and couldn't even muster up any enthusiasm for a wank.
The same this morning, I never even woke up with a woody, which I've done for
ages, and I'd overslept and missed Dad going to work.
It was a beautiful day, so after I'd done my chores I put on a pair of baggy
shorts, a T-shirt and a pair of pumps (they're trainers now). I decided it was
no good moping about, so I got my bike out and went for a ride. I got back
home, had some lunch and decided I was feeling a bit horny, the resilience of
youth! I went up to my bedroom and got a stool which I took into the bathroom,
this had become a ritual once we'd started finger fucking. I filled the sink
and stood on the stool so my arse hung over it and I washed my bum hole out,
giving myself half a hard-on in the process. Although it was only coming up to
1:00 p.m. I headed off to the junkyard. We normally never went until later in
the day, but I knew that Frank closed the garage about now and re-opened about
2:30, so I guessed he and Steve went and had lunch, no need for a look-out. The
junkyard seemed deserted, so I went to the Rover and climbed onto the back
seat, shutting the door gently behind me. I breathed in deeply, savouring the
smell of boy sex that permeated the air. It was warm in the Rover, we kept the
windows shut, which heightened the funky smell. I reached over the front seat
and took the porno mag from the glove compartment. Then I took my T-shirt and
shorts off, leaving me in just my pumps.
My cock had started to stiffen in anticipation, so I flipped to my favourite
photo, one of two older guys with a well endowed lad about18 years old. He was
on his back 69'ing with one of the guys while the other guy held the
teenagers legs wide apart with his big veiny cock just about to enter his bumhole. It
really turned me on. Something I'd noticed was most of the men seemed to have
really big, thick cocks. A lot of the 18 year olds did too, but none of them
were as small as mine, and only a couple were the same size as Tony's. Tony'd
told me not to worry, with the workouts our cocks were now getting on a
regular basis they'd soon start to grow. I had to admit that they were slightly
bigger than when we first started playing with ourselves.
I spat into my hand, took hold of my cock, and tossed it to its full 4 and a
bit inches. I spat again and began to wank in earnest, while looking at the
photo and imagining I was the 18 year old. To complete the effect I sucked my
middle finger and eased it into my boy-hole as far as it would go and started to
wiggle it about. Suddenly I heard voices and I stopped wanking, but I still
held onto my stiff boycock and kept my finger buried in my hole. Peering
through the cars towards the last workshop, who's doors were wide open, I saw Frank
and Steve come into sight. My jaw dropped, apart from their workboots, they
were completely naked! Unconsciously I resumed a slow wank of my cock, the
precum I was producing lubricating my knob and foreskin. I think the details of
their naked bodies will be etched in my mind for ever. Frank, who's 6 foot, with
long, greasy black hair and a swarthy complexion, was idly playing with a 7
inch, thick, veiny, uncut cock. His compact built body and legs were very hairy
and he had a load of black pubic hair. There were much bigger cocks in the
magazine, but Frank's was the biggest I'd seen live. Steve, who's around 5ft. 9,
looked thin beside Frank, and his white skin highlighted the contrast between
their bodies. Although slightly built, Steve's muscles were defined, he had
red hair in a crew-cut, but no body hair except for red pubes, and his long
reddish ball bag was also hairless. His 6 inch cut cock, which had a bulbous red
knob on top of a very white shaft, wasn't very thick but it stood really
stiff, pointing skywards. It also had a pronounced curve into his pale body and I
could even see dark blue veins under the white, shiny skin.
They walked up to a long low workbench and Steve dropped to his knees and
opened his mouth. Frank walked up to him, put his hands on Steve's shoulders and
sank his thick veiny cock into his mouth until Steve's lips were resting on
his abundant black pubes. I gasped, realising that Steve must have taken some of
Frank's cock down his throat, and the easy way it went down meant he must
have been doing it for ages. I scrambled into the front seat to get a better
view, my cock was throbbing, and I left a snail's trail of precum across the back
of the seat. Steve's cock looked to be as stiff as a poker, he wasn't playing
with it as Frank fucked his face, he had his hands around Frank's muscled
bum, but it kept twitching. From the position they were in I'm sure he was
playing with Frank's arsehole.
I was pressed against the door, frigging my boy-hole and wanking furiously, I
was going to see live what I'd seen in the porn mag! Frank pulled out of Steve
's mouth his cock glistening with saliva, Steve stood and lay on his stomach
flat across the table offering his bum to Frank. I groaned again, this was too
much, I was going to see him get bum fucked. Frank pulled Steve's arse cheeks
apart and spat at his hole, then he pushed a thumb straight up Steve's hole,
causing Steve to groan loudly enough for me to hear. I couldn't tell if it was
from pain or pleasure. Frank spat again and worked that saliva in, then he
grasped his cock and pushed it straight into Steve's bumhole. I could hear Steve'
s sigh of pleasure even from the car. It was too much for me and my cock
exploded time and time again, covering the car door with hot, boycum. The next
thing I knew I was lying on the ground, my cock still in my hand shooting the
last spurts of cum. The door to the Rover had given way, and was swinging to and
fro as my boycum dripped from it onto the ground. I wasn't hurt, I'd landed
on one of the many patches of grass scattered around the yard, I was just dazed
and shaken up. I'd just eased my finger out of my hole when I saw two shadows
fall across my body; I looked up, Frank and Steve were staring down at me,
and, frightened as I was, I noticed that while Frank's cock had softened a
little Steve's was still stiff as a poker. It was twitching and the bulbous red
knob glistened with precum. I hoped they hadn't seen my finger in my hole. Frank'
s face was really stern, but Steve was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes
focussed on my cock, which I quickly tried to cover up.
"Well, well, well! What have we here?" Frank's voice sounded cruel. "It's
young master Mark, trespassing, spying, and messing up my cars."
He pointed to my cum dripping off the car door. He yanked the back door open
and the porn mag fluttered to the ground.
"And reading pornography!" he shouted at me.
"Please Mister Frank, don't tell my Dad." I pleaded. "I'll get into real
trouble. I'll do anything you want Sir, anything, but please don't tell my Dad."

They put their heads together and had a whispered conversation while I sat up
straight and covered my cock and balls with my hands.
End of part one. Any constructive comments to Paul at
INSILVA92@aol.comCopyright