Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:06:27 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Real Garage Mechanic part 16

THE REAL GARAGE MECHANIC. Part sixteen.

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.
When I got home I ran a bath, added some Radox, and soaked for a while. It
eased my aching muscles but my bumhole and throat still ached. Luckily there was
still some cream left which I gingerly applied to my bumhole. I didn't know
what to do about my throat, then I had an idea, I made a solution of TCP and
gargled with it, it seemed to help a bit. I lay in the garden sunbathing, I was
too knackered to read, until it was time to cook our dinner. When we'd eaten
Dad did some paperwork in the kitchen while I went upstairs to pack. I packed 1
pair of black trousers and a smart shirt, in case we went anywhere posh to
eat, and a pair of black socks and shoes to go with them. I decided I'd better
wear a pair of Speedos tomorrow under some baggy shorts to hide my rampant
cock, I always got hard when I travelled by train. I packed another pair to wear
on holiday and several T-shirts and a couple more pairs of shorts. I
contemplated packing the dildo, but I knew I'd be in the box-room, which was so small
there was only room for a single bed and a small wardrobe, there wasn't even
space for a bedside cabinet, so I'd have nowhere to hide it. My Gran was lovely
but she was forever tidying up, she'd be sure to find the dildo if I took it.
By now it was getting on for eight-o-clock and I was continually yawning. I'd
have to be up at six, so I went downstairs and said goodnight to Dad telling
him I had to be up early. He told me he was getting up at five thirty to get
to the office early and asked if I wanted calling. I told him yes and went back
upstairs. I used the toilet then gently washed my bum which was still a bit
tender. When I got to my bedroom I applied some more cream and fell into bed. I
quickly drifted off, once again thinking of Tony.
I woke to the sound of Dad calling me. I looked at my clock, it was just six.
I scrambled out of bed and went into the bathroom, because of my usual
morning woody I stood under the shower and pissed up the tiles, I didn't dare have a
wank, Dad might have caught me! When I'd finished pissing I had a quick
shower, went back to my bedroom, applied the last of the cream to my bum, which
seemed normal now thank God, and put on my Speedos, a pair of baggy shorts, a
T-shirt, and my pumps. I carried my case downstairs and put it by the front door.
As I walked into the kitchen Dad was coming out. He ruffled my hair, gave me
a fiver and told me to enjoy myself, then he left for work. By the time I'd
breakfasted and brushed my teeth it was coming up to seven so I picked up my
case, locked up the house and went to wait at the gate for the taxi.
As I looked up and down the street you can imagine my surprise when I saw
Frank's truck parked at the bottom of the street. Just then the taxi pulled up
and I let the driver take my case and with a sense of relief got in the back
next to my Aunt. We were soon at the station and as my Aunt paid the driver I
picked up our cases and started to walk into the ticket office. I heard a grating
noise and turned, it was Frank's truck pulling into the parking lot. We went
in and approached the ticket hatch, there was one other couple being attended
to. Then there was a cough and I went bright red when I turned around and saw
Steve standing right behind my Aunt. He didn't speak he just winked and leered
at me, I quickly turned away. It was our turn next and my Aunt asked for
tickets to Bournemouth leaving today and returning Sunday. As soon as he heard the
details Steve turned and left, but not without kicking the back of my right
pump first, I hated him.
The journey to Bournemouth was uneventful, my Gran was at the station to meet
us and I was soon unpacking my things in my tiny bedroom. Granddad was a lot
better but he wasn't allowed out for too long so I spent most of my time on
the beach, which my Grandparents' house overlooked from the cliff top between
Bournemouth and Boscombe. It only took me a couple of minutes to run down the
path to get to the beach. When you got to the promenade if you turned towards
Boscombe there was a little used public convenience back from the prom behind
some bushes. I used to be in there about 3 times a day, locked in a cubicle with
a couple of fingers up my bumhole as I wanked off while reading the dirty
stories on the walls or imagining it was Tony's cock up my bum! I knew that some
men and boys had sex in toilets, but I didn't have any sexual experiences in
there, which was quiet disappointing. Several years later I learned that any
cottaging went on in Landsdowne Park which was situated between a Boys' Grammar
school and a mixed Comprehensive.
On the journey back on Sunday I considered my options for Monday, I couldn't
make my mind up whether or not to go back to see Frank and Steve. When I got
home at 5 Dad wasn't back, so I was soon on my back fucking my bumhole with the
dildo as I wanked off. As I scooped up my boycum and ate it I decided I would
go to the junkyard, solitary wanking, even with the dildo up my bumhole, was
nothing like having sex with other boys or men. Dad rang at 6 and asked if I'd
like a Chinese, I said yes, I'd just looked in the fridge and pantry and
couldn't find much to cook, I'd have to shop tomorrow. We had dinner, I told Dad
about my holiday and he told me a bit about his new job. When I'd got ready
for bed I inserted the dildo up my bumhole, had another wank and dropped off to
sleep. This time I dreamed of Tony.
Nine o-clock the next morning I heard Dad calling me that he was off to work
and that he'd made me some tea and toast. My cock was really stiff and as I
walked carefully to the bathroom the motion of the dildo made my cock leak
precum. I had to piss under the shower again, but I didn't wank, I was saving my
cum for Frank and Steve to fuck it out of me. I slowly removed the dildo, used
the toilet then got back under the shower, as I showered I cleaned my bumhole
out. I felt really sexy so I found the smaller butt-plug, covered it in
Vaseline, and inserted it into my bumhole, then I put on a pair of tight Speedos, a
pair of baggy shorts, a short T-shirt, and my pumps. When I went downstairs I
could feel the precum cooling against my skin. After breakfast I slowly
strolled to the local grocery store, I didn't dare try and cycle there with the
butt-plug up my bumhole. Feeling the butt-plug moving about inside me as I strolled
along was very sexy and was making me produce loads of precum, and I was sure
my foreskin had peeled back sending even more thrills through me as my knob's
sensitive skin rubbed against the fabric of my Speedos..
At the grocer's I filled a shopping trolley with what we needed and went to
the till. Mr. Jones, the grocer, did the bill; Dad had an account. Mr. Jones
asked me if I wanted the groceries delivered, but warned me that the delivery
van was out so the groceries might not be delivered until the afternoon. I told
him that was OK, I had other things to do, so sometime after three would be
OK. By the time I got home, around 11:30 (I'd had to walk very slowly and
carefully with the butt-plug up my bumhole) my Speedos felt as if they were awash
with precum. I gingerly climbed the stairs and walked into my bedroom. I dropped
my shorts and started to peel my Speedos down, I stopped, my knob was
actually stuck to the material! Very carefully I peeled the material away and took
them off, they were wet with my precum and there was a drying patch on my belly.
I put the wet patch to my mouth and sucked up what precum I could. It was no
good I decided, the butt-plug would have to come out for a while, having it up
my bumhole was turning me on too much. I eased it out, then cleaned my knob
of precum, I was going to sponge my belly clean, but I decided to leave the
stain, it might turn Frank and Steve on.
I went downstairs to the kitchen in just my T-shirt and pumps, my hard cock
bobbing about as I washed up and had some lunch. It was almost half past twelve
by now so I ran upstairs, brushed my teeth then went and re-inserted the
butt-plug up my bum hole after greasing it up again. I pulled on my baggy shorts
and slowly made my way to the junkyard. As I approached the last workshop I was
surprised to see that the door was closed. I could see a piece of paper
pinned to the door, I walked up and read it.
SORRY BUT WE WON'T BE BACK UNTIL TUESDAY, SO NO MILK DELIVERIES TODAY, BUT DON
'T BE LATE TOMORROW!
It wasn't addressed to anyone, but it was obviously meant for me. For some
reason I was livid that they'd stood me up. I wanted man/boy sex so badly. I
carefully walked back to my house in a temper, then I had an idea, I'd take off
my T-shirt, remove the butt-plug and go to the park and hang about the men's
toilets and see if anyone would pick me up. I'd just got back in the house and
pulled off my T-shirt when the front doorbell rang. Without thinking about my
hard on, which was tenting my precum stained shorts, I went and opened the
door. My mouth dropped open, a good looking half caste guy of about 20 was
standing there with a large box of groceries at his feet. I looked him up and down,
he was so sexy, dressed only in a pair of ragged, cut-off denims, and a pair of
sandals. He was 5ft 9, with black, cropped, tightly curled hair, he had a
firm, slightly muscled, pale brown body, no body hair apart from a trail from his
navel that disappeared into his shorts. As I stared at his crotch trying to
imagine his cock I saw movement. Then he coughed.
"Mark is it? I've got your groceries here."
Remembering my hard on was tenting my stained shorts I blushed, put a hand in
front of myself to try and conceal my cock and the stain, and stammered out a
reply.
"Ur .. yes .. um .. yes I'm Mark. I wasn't expecting the delivery until
after three. Er .. you're not Joe the usual delivery man. Er .. um can you bring
the box into the kitchen for me please, it's too heavy for me."
He grinned down at me as he blatantly adjusted himself, causing me to go even
redder, especially when he kept his hand on his crotch.
"I'm Dave, Mr. Jones's nephew. Joe's got a dental appointment, I'm off
shift, so I'm helping my uncle out for today. I was just about to stop for lunch,
and I called on the off chance that you'd be at home."
He leered at me as he squeezed his crotch  lewdly, he'd obviously got my
number.
"I'll bring the groceries in for you if I can scrounge a coffee, or
something? My flask's broke."
I was beginning to regain my composure, and a plan was forming; I moved my
hand away, openly adjusted myself, and answered him.
"Sure Dave, I'll make you a coffee, follow me."
I turned to lead the way and I'm sure Dave's hand brushed against my bum,
that made my mind up, I was going to seduce him. I heard Dave grunt as he picked
up the grocery box, then he spoke again.
"Don't worry about your hard on Mark, when I was your age I wanked off at
every opportunity I could get. Oh, and judging from the precum stain I'm sorry
if I interrupted you having a wank!"
I looked over my shoulder and tried to look at him sexily, but the way things
were going I wasn't going to have to seduce him, I guessed we both knew what
we wanted. I took a deep breath.
"Actually Dave I was going to have sex with someone, but they haven't turned
up, so I was going  to go up the park and try and pick a man up!"
Dave's eyes gleamed, he ran his tongue over his lips, leered at me, and his
voice went husky.
"Forward little bugger aren't you Mark, let's put this box away and I'll
save you the trouble of going to the park."
When we got to the kitchen he put the box down in a corner and came over to
the table where I was standing. He took hold of my shorts and yanked them down,
kneeling in front of me as he did so. I put my hands on his crinkly hair to
steady myself as he eased my foreskin back and licked my knob clean.
"Mmmmm, sexy little cock, and so much precum, looks like you're really up
for it. Now turn around and let's have a look at your cute bum."
I turned, he was going to have a shock when he found the butt-plug. He rubbed
my cheeks then parted them.
"What the fuck's this Mark!" he exclaimed.
"It's a butt-plug. I like getting fucked, so I was making sure I was well
loosened up." I shrugged my shoulders.
Dave stood up.
"You like a cock up your arse then do you kid? Well turn around, get on your
knees and get my cock hard and wet."
He'd taken control immediately, that was turning me on. He dropped his shorts
and kicked them off as I dropped to my knees. His uncut cock was half hard
already and I eagerly eased his foreskin back and attacked his knob, I put my
other hand on a hard, muscled arse cheek to balance myself. Within a couple of
minutes his cock was rock hard and I'd tasted precum. I sat back on my heels
and let it plop from my mouth to admire it. It was uncut, but now it was stiff
Dave's foreskin only covered half of the flared, dark purple, knob. About 7
inches long his cock was bow shaped, the tip of the knob almost touching his
belly. The shaft was dark brown with a couple of prominent veins, it wasn't quite
as thick as Frank's, and it glistened with my saliva. Dave had a big pair of
balls in a tightish ball-sac and his pubic hair was shiny black and very
crinkly.
"Like it Mark?" Dave asked softly.
"Oh yes, very much, now fuck me, please!"
"Just one thing Mark, how old are you?"
"I'm nearly 15, and I've been doing this for ages." I lied. "Please fuck me
now Dave, I'm desperate for it."
"OK, OK. Get up, open your legs and bend over the table, fold your arms on
it, and rest your head on them."
When I was in position Dave moved my legs a little further apart.
"If you're really used to being fucked Mark, when I remove the butt-plug I
want to fuck all of my cock up your arse in one go. Is that OK with you?"
"Oh yes Dave! Please fuck me hard."
Dave pulled the butt-plug out with a plop and placed it on the table.
Immediately I felt his knob on my pucker, then he grunted as he pushed forwards and
all of his cock went straight into my bumhole until his crinkly pubes were
scratching my arse cheeks. I'd moaned as his knob had breached my sphincter giving
me that wonderful pain/pleasure sensation. Dave grabbed hold of my hips and
started to fuck me in a slow, short stroke fashion, I was soon moaning in
pleasure and my precum was dripping onto the tiled kitchen floor. I cried out:
"Faster, harder Dave, I want you to fuck the boycum right out of my cock."
Dave gripped my hips tighter and speeded up his stroke bringing his cock back
until just his flared knob was left in my bumhole. He grunted every time he
rammed his cock back into me. Soon we were both breathing heavily and I felt
the occasional drops of Dave's sweat landing on my back. The curve in Dave's
cock was doing wonderful things to my insides as he banged away. Because I hadn'
t wanked off that morning I knew I was going to cum quickly, but I think I
surprised Dave how quickly. He'd only been fucking me for a few minutes when I
tensed up and called out.
"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!"
Jet after jet of sweet boycum spurted from my twitching cock, some hit my
chest, but most of it shot over the kitchen tiles. Dave had paused as I started
to cum, his cock buried up my boy chute. I was gasping as I called out.
"Don't stop Dave keep fucking my bumhole, I want to cum again, when you do
if possible."
"OK kid, it's your arsehole my cock's battering."
And he resumed fucking me forcing his way past my sphincter every time it
tried to clench shut, which made me moan loudly with pain/pleasure. When I
eventually stopped cumming my cock stayed hard, I spat on my hand and began to toss
off so that I could cum when Dave did. Several minutes later Dave gasped in a
sexy, husky voice.
"I'm getting close kid, are you nearly there yet?"
"Not .. far." I panted, and I speeded up my wanking.
I was moaning, Dave was grunting and we were both dripping with sweat. I
could feel my climax building as Dave cried out.
"I'm going cum kid, I'm going fill you with my cum."
Then I felt the first licks of his mancum hitting my insides, he didn't hold
still as his cock kept shooting, he just kept fucking my bumhole at a slower
pace. The second time he shot I cried out and my second load of boycum pumped
from my cock and splattered on the kitchen tiles. My spasming sphincter seemed
to urge him on. Eventually we both finished cumming and Dave collapsed on top
of my back. When we'd recovered Dave flexed his cock, it was still stiff. He
tongued my ear, then whispered into it as he flexed his cock again.
"Do I get seconds too?"
"Oh yes." I replied, hoarsely, but emphatically.
Before I realised what was happening he yanked his cock from my bumhole and
turned me onto my back.
"Lift your legs into the air kid, then rest them on my shoulders when my cock'
s back up your arse."
When I did as he said I could feel his mancum trickling from my bumhole into
my arse crack. Dave placed his knob against my slightly open pucker and
punched his cock back inside me until his pubes were scratching my ballsac. He got a
squelching, steady rhythm going then, placing his hands either side of me, he
leaned forwards until we were French kissing. Because I was on my back his
curved cock was really banging into my prostate, sending shivers of pleasure
through my young body. Dave broke the kiss and straightened up.
"Christ kid, you're so sexy. If you'd got tits I think I'd swap you for my
girlfriend!"
I just grinned up at him, secretly pleased at what he'd said. I curled my
fingers over the edge of the table to hold myself in place as Dave began to fuck
me in earnest. Dave took his time, fucking my bumhole with long languid
strokes, my own little cock had hardened again and he reached across and pulled my
foreskin back until it lodged behind my slightly flared knob. Dave grinned at
me.
"That's so I can see your precum oozing from your cock slit, I find it very
sexy."
I smiled up at him as my precum started to do just that. Dave had been
fucking me for a good fifteen minutes and my cock was stiff again pointing at my
chin. There was a good dollop of my precum pooled on my quivering belly with a
couple of rivulets going down my sides. Dave never took his eyes from mine and,
from the expression on his face, I could see that he was getting close to
cumming. I breathlessly croaked.
"Toss my cock please Dave, I can't I'm holding onto the table, I want to cum
with you again."
He didn't answer, he just spat on his hand, grasped my cock, squeezed
slightly, and started to toss it to the same rhythm he was fucking my bumhole with. A
couple of minutes later I felt Dave's cock swell inside me, he began wanking
my cock faster and faster, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cried out.
"Oh, Christ, get ready kid, I'm going to cum again."
This time he buried his cock fully up my bumhole and I felt his mancum start
splattering my insides. That did it, with a loud "YES!" my cock jerked and
jet after jet of sweet boycum shot over my body, the first jet even reaching my
hair. I shot about seven times, Dave must have cum eight or nine, cuz after I
finished he grabbed my hips, pulled his cock back to the knob before ramming
it home to its base. Then his body shuddered and he hoarsely whispered.
"Fucking ace."
When we'd both regained our breath and some of our composure Dave spoke as I
lay there watching him, not wanting to speak..
"Kid, that was one of the best fuck sessions I've had. You're one very sexy
boy. I hate rushing off but I have to get back to work."
"But you'll need a shower." I protested.
"I'll clean up at the shop, I'll be able to smell you all the way there. I'
ll just take my souvenir and I'll have to go."
At that he eased his cock from my bumhole, and he pushed the dildo straight
back in. He looked at me and grinned.
"Don't want you making any more mess do we?"
I actually blushed. As I pondered on what he meant by `souvenir' Dave pushed
me further back onto the table and lowered my legs. He licked his hand clean
of my boycum, stepped carefully over my boycum on the kitchen tiles, and
picked up his shorts. He pulled them on, and took his wallet from his back pocket.
He extracted a tiny pair of scissors and a small, sealable plastic bag. Dave
looked at me and smiled.
"I take a sample of pubic hair from everyone I fuck, you don't mind do you?"
I shook my head no, and propped my body up on my elbows to watch as Dave
carefully selected a lock of my sparse pubic hair that had some of my boycum on
it. He looked at me and smiled again.
"Much better to have a souvenir with love juices on it."
Dave clipped it off and carefully inserted it into the bag and sealed it. He
placed the bag and the scissors back in his wallet and put it into his pocket.
He moved to my side, licked up a dollop of my drying boycum from my body and
leaned over to kiss me. I tasted my boycum as we French kissed. Dave stood up
and ruffled my hair.
"Sorry Mark, I have to go, maybe we'll meet up again sometime."
I watched as he walked out of the kitchen, licking his hand clean of my
boycum that he'd picked up when he ruffled my hair; I never saw him again.
I lay there until the table started to dig into my legs when I gingerly got
off it. My body was covered in drying boycum and the kitchen floor was a right
mess. I decided to clean myself up before I tackled the kitchen. Under the
shower I eased the dildo out and pushed a couple of fingers into my bum hole. I
managed to get some of Dave's cum out and ate it, delicious, warm and mixed
with my body juices. I douched then showered. Putting on a long, baggy T-shirt,
no shorts, I went downstairs to clean the kitchen.
End of part sixteen. Any constructive comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com
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