Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 10:16:22 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Real Garage Mechanic part 15

THE REAL GARAGE MECHANIC. Part fifteen.

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.
I was embarrassed more than anything else, I didn't like being dirty. I gave
myself an enema having to insert the tube gently, because Steve had given my
boy-hole a really rough fucking. I dried off, picked up the dildo and went into
the last workshop and got dressed. As I made my way home I walked gingerly,
my bum was quiet sore. I took a good look at the dildo, it was almost as thick
as Frank's cock, and it had a tapered bit by the base, which was a suction
pad, in total it was 10 inches long. When I got home I went up to my bedroom and
applied some of the cream Mr. Dev had given me around and into my aching
bum-hole. It made it feel better almost immediately.
I didn't know what to think about Frank's new attitude, it bothered me, I
even thought of not going again, they couldn't make me. The only trouble was
that once I was into the sex my lust took over and I enjoyed it, I was getting
hard again just thinking about today. I decided to go tomorrow, but be sensible,
if it got rougher I wouldn't go again.
The phone rang, it was my Aunt; my Granddad (my mother's Dad), who lived with
my Gran in Bournemouth, was ill, nothing serious, but they wanted to see me.
My Aunt was going down on Wednesday and would be coming back on Sunday. She
asked if I'd like to go with her. I said yes straightaway, I'd always got on
well with them even after Mom ran off. My Dad didn't get on with my Gran though,
so I only saw them on the odd occasion. Aunt told me she'd phoned Dad and he'
d left it up to me, he'd got to go training Friday and Saturday anyway. She
told me that she would pick me up in a taxi at 7 a.m. Wednesday morning to take
us to the train station. It would also mean I wouldn't have to see Frank and
Steve for a few days after tomorrow, that made me feel better. I put on a pair
of Speedo's, got a book and went and lay in the sun until Dad came home with
the fish and chips he'd promised to bring.
When I went up to bed I used the bathroom and cleaned myself out. In my
bedroom I greased the dildo and my bumhole well. It took a few minutes, but I
eventually managed to take all the dildo up my bumhole. I got a good fucking motion
going and had a very satisfactory wank. I came all over my chest and belly, I
scooped up all the boycum I could and eat it. As my sphincter was holding the
dildo securely inside me I decided to leave it there. I quickly dropped off
to sleep and dreamed of Tony.
Once again I slept like a log and only woke when Dad called me to say it was
nine-thirty and he was going to work, and that he'd left me a pot of tea. I
was glad I was alone in the house, I'd got a raging hard-on, my foreskin had
even peeled back, and I was dying to piss. I walked carefully into the bathroom,
the movement of the dildo sending thrills through me, causing me to dribble
precum, which I caught in my hand and ate. I climbed into the shower and started
to piss up the tiles, at the same time I started to fuck myself with the
dildo, I shivered with pleasure at the sensations. When I'd stopped pissing I
continued to fuck my bum-hole with the dildo, I didn't touch my bouncing cock, I
wanted to fuck the boycum out of my cock. Also the longer the dildo was inside
me the more stretched my ring would be, ready for later on. I must have fucked
myself for all of ten minutes before my cock swelled and blast after blast of
sweet boycum splattered onto the tiles as I continued to fuck myself. When I'
d finished cumming I pushed the dildo all the way back inside and let my
sphincter tighten around it. I cleaned my boycum off my cock-shaft and knob and ate
it. Then I showered and went down for breakfast. My cock wouldn't go down
because of the stimulation from the dildo, and I realised if I came again I might
not please Frank so I reluctantly went back into the bathroom and slowly
pulled it out of my bumhole accompanied by a loud plop. I used the toilet then  I
gave my bumhole a quick douche and applied some more cream. It was coming up
to eleven o-clock so I decided to clean the bedrooms and the bathroom, being
upstairs I could stay nude, which I liked.
By twelve-thirty I'd finished, so I made a ham sandwich and a glass of milk
for my lunch. When I'd finished I went up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth,
then I eased the dildo back up my bumhole, causing my cock to stiffen. I took
myself in hand and examined my cock, I was sure it was a bit longer and
thicker, then I went to get dressed. It was another fine day so I only put on a
baggy pair of shorts and a pair of pumps. My cock tented the material obscenely
and there was a precum stain almost immediately. I carefully made my way
downstairs and slowly made my way to the junkyard. By the time I got to the last
workshop I had a real stiffy. I stripped off and went into the shower room. I
removed the dildo and using the enema showerhead I washed myself out maybe 6 or 7
times until the water ran crystal clear. I dried myself off and returned to
the workshop, I'd just placed the dildo into my shorts pocket, I didn't want
to forget it, when Steve walked in. He was naked but for his work boots and he
was playing with his balls and stiff, bulbous knobbed cock.
"Ah, at least you're on time today Boy, and from the water in the shower I
presume you've cleaned yourself out?" I just nodded. "Lie on your back on the
table and I'll get you ready."
I did as I was told and watched as Steve set up the usual apparatus, my cock
was pointing straight at my face, quivering in anticipation. When Steve had
set the apparatus up he pulled my legs until only the small of my back was on
the table. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back.
"Hold onto these Boy."
I grabbed my legs round my shins and Steve passed a leather strap between my
legs and body, over my belly, and tightened it off. He did the same across my
chest just below my nipples, in fact the edge of the strap was pushing into
them causing them to harden. Then he did one in the middle trapping my arms. I
was a bit concerned about being strapped down, but I reasoned that they wouldn'
t do too much to me in case I told on them or wouldn't come back. Then he took
my legs and pulled them wide apart and tied them to the cross bar so that my
bumhole was totally accessible. Lust was taking over and I could feel my
precum dribbling onto my belly.
"Frank's told me to grease you up, but personally I'd give you a gob of spit
and that would be that, your boy-pussy should be well used to cock by now."
With that he went into the shower room and came back with a jar of Vaseline
and proceeded to smear some around and some into my bumhole. I was glad of
that. Frank came in, like Steve he was naked but for his workboots, I saw that his
cock was so stiff that his foreskin was pulled back, and I could see the
veins pulsing along the shaft. As he walked over to join us I noticed a thin,
black leather strap tied around the base of his thick 7 inch cock. He gave my arse
a hard slap causing me to jump.
"Ah a nice little boy-pussy to fuck, good."
He saw me staring at his cock.
"You looking at my cock ring Boy? That's to keep me from cumming to soon
while I'm fucking your boy-pussy, and Steve's taken some of that aphrodisiac you
had the weekend, so he'll be stiff and ready for it all afternoon. O.K.
Steve, you can fuck him first while he sucks my cock to get it nice and slimy."
Steve wasted no time, he grabbed my hips, placed his bulbous knob onto my
pucker and just slammed his thin 6 inch cock all the way home. I moaned as the
big round knob broke past my sphincter. Frank was fiddling with the table until
he'd removed a piece, this allowed my head to drop back. Thoughtfully he
placed some material under my neck to stop the hard edge of the table digging into
my neck; that action eased my mind a little. As he stood by my head I opened
my mouth, and Frank fed me his uncovered knob and some shaft, his cock was hot
and throbbing.
"Suck my big man cock boy, get my juices flowing."
Steve had started to fuck my bumhole like he did yesterday, fast and furious,
his balls slapping into my arse cheeks every time he slammed his cock home. I
was glad of the strapping holding me down as I clung to the sides of the
table as Steve's cock slammed into me. Then Steve started moving his cock around
inside me, fucking into me from all angles, I squirmed as I was getting more
and more turned on. Frank was now producing precum and it was trickling down my
throat as I continued to suck and tongue his big juicy knob. Steve was fucking
my bumhole so fast his cock would occasionally pop out, and I'd groan even
louder as he rammed it back in hard through my sphincter. Steve was covered in
sweat and so was I. My heart was racing and I knew I was going to cum soon, the
savage pounding my prostate was receiving from Steve's bulbous knob was
making sure of that. Sure enough I shuddered, stiffened and jet after jet of sweet
boycum shot from my cock landing under my chin and all down my body. At the
first jet I clamped my sphincter tight around Steve's shaft and that did it for
him. Crying out he buried his cock as far as it would go up my bumhole and I
felt blast after blast of his hot cum coating my insides.
"Let me know when you've finished filling his boy-pussy before you pull out
Steve."
"I'm done!" Steve gasped as he gave one last shove.
Frank whipped his knob from my mouth and went to Steve's side. As Steve
pulled his cock out Frank rammed his thick hot cock all the way home, I gasped as
the breath left my body. Before I could protest Steve was stuffing his slightly
soft cock into my mouth and straight down my throat.
"Keep me hard pussy-boy!" he snarled.
As I struggled to control my breathing I began to work my throat muscles
around Steve's shaft and it was stiff in seconds. Meanwhile Frank had buried his
thick, veiny cock deep inside me, he wasn't moving, but when he heard me start
to breath more easily he pulled back to his knob and slammed his cock back
home. He started to fuck me hard but at a steadier pace than Steve had. My cock
had gone soft after I came, but it soon started to stiffen up. Frank must have
been steadily fucking me for 20 minutes when Steve cried out.
"I'm going cum again in pussy-boy's mouth!"
He eased his throbbing cock from my aching throat until his knob was in my
mouth and I felt the blasts of his cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I started
to swallow and managed to eat all of his cum without spilling any. As he
finished cumming he pushed his still hard cock back down my throat, causing me to
struggle with my breathing once more.
"Now get me hard again you dirty little cum-puppy." He ordered.
So I started massaging his shaft with my throat muscles yet again. Frank was
grunting away as he continued to pound his big thick cock in and out of my
aching hole, thankfully he always left his knob inside me. My own cock was stiff,
but I couldn't feel an orgasm building yet. I know they were using my body
and bumhole badly, but once again lust had taken over and I didn't want the
session to end. It must have been 10 minutes later when Frank called out.
"Are you ready to fuck pussy-boy's hole again?"
I thought Steve was, his cock was stiff and oozing precum down my throat.
"Yeh Frank, I'm ready to give his boy-pussy another good banging."
"Good, come and unclip my cock-ring, I want to fill his boy-pussy with my hot
mancum."
Steve whipped his cock from my throat and mouth, and as I gasped for breath
he went and knelt behind Frank. When Frank pulled back Steve must have released
the cock-ring because as Frank grabbed my hips and buried his cock deep I
felt loads of his hot mancum filling my insides. He came that much that at one
time I almost thought he was pissing inside me! I was still trying to regulate
my breathing, and trying to swallow as much saliva as I could to ease my tender
throat. Then Frank was done and he yanked his softening cock from my abused
bumhole. Needless to say, Steve buried his cock straight back inside me, but
not before I felt some of their combined cum trickle down my arse crack. I was
about to protest when Frank forced his knob and some shaft into my mouth.
"Right pussy-boy, let's see how good you are, get my big cock hard again
ready for me to fuck your little boy-pussy a second time."
He'd pulled his foreskin back again so, once more, I concentrated on his big
juicy knob. Steve was fucking me as fast and as furious as before and his
fucking was now accompanied by a squelching noise as his cock ploughed through the
accumulated mancum that filled my boychute. As his bulbous knob banged into
my prostate from all directions I felt my second orgasm building. The workshop
was filled with the smell of man sex, the sound of their moans, groans and
grunts, the sound of Steve's loose ballsac slapping my arse cheeks, and the
squelching noise Steve's fucking was producing. Suddenly, before I was ready for it
boycum blasted from my cock, joining the drying boycum that already covered
my trembling body from head to foot. I tightened my sphincter every time that I
shot, but Steve still forced his cock in and out, causing me to cum more than
the first time.
All in all Frank fucked me twice and Steve fucked me three times as well as
cumming in my mouth twice. I came a third time, this time when Frank was
fucking me. By the time they'd finished abusing my young body I was totally spent
and truly `out of the game'. I just lay there exhausted as Frank began to
unstrap me, and I could feel their mixed cum dribbling from my battered boyhole. I
winced slightly when Steve squatted down and began to lap up the spunk
dribbling from my boyhole. I jumped and winced even more when he stuck his tongue
into me then placed his lips onto my puffy arse-lips and started to suck the cum
out. When Frank had unstrapped me I looked down my boycum covered body. There
were angry red weals where the straps had been where I'd struggled against
them as my young body was being used so roughly.
Steve finished what he was doing and stood up to help Frank untie my aching
legs. They were both talking to me gently and soothingly, I think they thought
they may have been too rough with me, which gave me some comfort, I was
beginning to dislike the dirty talk. But, although I was totally knackered and ached
all over, I'd still enjoyed the sex.
When I was untied Frank put my limp body over his shoulder and took me into
the shower room. Both he and Steve supported me as I stood under the warm
shower and got clean. Then, ever so carefully, Frank gave me an enema. All the time
they kept telling me what a good boy I was, what a sexy boy I was, and how
much they enjoyed their sex sessions with me. I hadn't got the energy to
respond. When we'd finished Steve quickly dried off and went to look after the shop.
Frank dried me off tenderly and carried me back to the workshop where I
started to get dressed.
"We're closed as usual tomorrow Mark, but don't be late on Thursday."
I looked up at him, coughed, then hesitantly spoke.
"Er .. um .. er, I won't be here Thursday, I'm going with my Aunt to visit
my sick Granddad in Bournemouth, we won't be back until Sunday night, sorry Sir.
"
Frank bristled and the tone of his voice hardened as he raised his voice.
"What do you mean you won't be here? You've been too quiet since the sex
finished. What's the matter, getting tired of our games? I bet you've made that
up."
I lost my temper a bit then and surprised myself by shouting back at him.
"I don't tell lies, my Granddad is ill! If you don't believe me watch my
Aunt picking me up tomorrow morning at 7 in a taxi to take us to the railway
station!"
With that I turned and started to run home, but I had to slow down to a
steady walk, my bumhole and body ached so much.
End of part fifteen. Any constructive comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com
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