Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 08:15:26 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Real Garage Mechanic part six

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 Frank finally pulled my limp, sweaty body up and off his flaccid cock he
had to carry me into the bathroom and we all showered again, and I got
another enema; which was thankfully very gently administered. After we'd dried off
Frank applied some more ointment to my ravaged, aching  boy-hole, giving me a
tube to use at home. I was utterly spent and Frank seemed concerned, but as I
dressed I told him I'd be OK, I just needed to get home and lie down for a
while. Frank gave me a card with a telephone number on it, telling me I could
contact him there tomorrow if there were any problems with my bum. I put it into
my pocket, then Frank escorted me to the workshop door and watched as I wearily
headed for the back fence. My arsehole was sore and ached and I had to walk
gingerly to minimise the pain. I didn't care, I knew my boy-hole would get
better and I'd had the time of my young life; I'd been fucked by TWO cocks at the
same time.
I let myself into the house, but before I lay down on the settee I prepared a
salad for our evening meal and laid the table. I lay down and within seconds I
'd drifted off into a deep sleep. Dad's key turning in the lock woke me, I
hurried as quickly and as carefully as I could into the kitchen. I splashed my
face with cold water, got the two salads out of the fridge and onto the table,
and I was just sitting down very gingerly as Dad walked into the kitchen.
After we exchanged greetings Dad remarked on how carefully I'd sat down. Thinking
quickly I said that I was a little saddle sore from all the cycling that I'd
been doing and that I'd met some lads from school and we'd had a strenuous
game of football, so my muscles were aching. That seemed to satisfy him and we
finished our meal in companionable silence. Dad told me to go into the lounge
to watch some TV while he cleared up.
After a while Dad joined me, bringing me a cup of coffee, he seemed uneasy.
We watched TV for a while then Dad turned the sound down and said he'd got
something to tell me, I sensed it wasn't going to be good. He told me that he had
to go on a course from Friday morning, about 11a.m. until Sunday evening. I
waited for what I knew was coming; he continued saying that he thought it would
be better if I went and stayed at my Aunt's house until he got back. He didn'
t think it was right for me to be in the house on my own. I protested that I
could look after myself, and already did, I was nearly 15 I reminded him, and I
could always go round to my Aunt's if there was a problem. His mind was made
up he told me, I would be staying at my Aunt's, he was telephoning her later
on to arrange it. I didn't know what to do or say, so I sulked for the rest of
the night and went to bed at 10 o'clock mumbling an angry goodnight. I used
the bathroom and applied some of Frank's ointment to my aching boy-hole. When I
got into bed I knew I wouldn't sleep but I was that exhausted after my sexual
adventures that after a couple of minutes fidgeting I went out like a light.
I awoke to bright warm sunlight, I looked at my bedside clock and was amazed
to see that it was past midday! After using the bathroom and applying some
more ointment (my boy-hole was almost back to normal I noticed happily) I threw
on a T-shirt and some shorts. I retrieved Frank's phone number from my dirty
shorts and went downstairs to ring him. Frank answered after the third ring and
I rapidly, and probably incoherently, began to tell him everything that had
happened last night and what Dad had said. He told me to calm down and tell him
again more slowly, when I'd finished he told me not to worry and to hold on
while he talked to someone else. I waited a couple of minutes, when he came back
he praised me on my quick thinking and he asked if I'd told Dad any names for
my fictitious foot-balling friends. I told him no, he said good and to tell
my Dad that I'd played with them again today and that one of them was an Indian
lad called Sunil Dev. I knew a 16 year old called Sunil who did go to my
school and Frank confirmed that was who it was, saying he was Rahul's nephew. I
told him I didn't understand what he was getting at; Frank said he'd explain
everything tomorrow, I wasn't to worry, he'd sort it out, but I must remember
to mention Sunil Dev tonight, and that he's Rahul's nephew if my Dad asked.
Then he told me to try and not wank today, to save it for tomorrow, I said I'd
try. Frank said he had to go and was looking forwards to tomorrow then he hung
up. I was intrigued but left it to Frank, I trusted him.
The rest of the day I spent sunbathing and reading in the garden. I got hard
a couple of times but managed not to go indoors and toss-off . I made Dad one
of his favourite meals and he said he was glad I'd stopped sulking. When he
asked what I'd done I told him I'd played football again and mentioned Sunil Dev
's name. Dad said that there was a mini-market 2 shops down from his shop,
the owner was a Rahul Dev and Dad wondered if they were related. I told him that
Sunil had mentioned an uncle Rahul who owned a mini-market in town, so it
must be him. Dad told me that Rahul seemed like a nice man and that he spent a
fair bit of money in Dad's Menswear shop, and he always bought the better
quality stuff. Dad had used the mini-market occasionally and remarked that it was
well stocked and spotlessly clean.
Because I was on my holidays Dad let me stay up until midnight to watch a
Hammer horror movie, but he went to bed at ten-thirty. I was yawning by the time
the movie finished so after my ablutions, and another application of ointment
to my boy-hole, I tumbled into bed and dropped off immediately. I awoke around
three o'clock with a raging hard on. I kicked my sheet off, opened the
curtains and by the light of a full moon I spat on my hand and started to wank my
throbbing cock. I wet two fingers of my left hand and carefully eased them into
my bum-hole, there was only the slightest discomfort, and I began to gently
finger-fuck my bum-hole as I continued wanking my rigid little cock. I thought
of everything that had been done to my young body over the last few days to
excite me more, and within minutes my cock was shooting warm boycum high into the
air where it arced and landed on my heaving chest and belly. I shot 6 times,
the last a dribbler that ran down my cock shaft and over my wanking hand. I
withdrew my fingers from my bum-hole and used both hands to scoop up all the
boycum from my body, eagerly licking my fingers clean. When I'd cleaned up as
much of the cum as I could I sighed contentedly, turned over and went back to
sleep.
I was awoken at eight-thirty by the sound of Dad shutting the front door. I
got up washed, used the loo and cleaned myself out with the douche bottle, then
I showered. When I'd dried off I checked out my bum-hole, it seemed fine but
I applied some ointment anyway. My cock was stiff the whole time so I put a
pair of Speedos on to hide it before I put on a pair of baggy shorts, a T-shirt,
and my trainers. I had breakfast, did some chores, got my bike out and rode
to the shops to get the groceries. By the time I'd done all that it was nearly
time to go to Frank's, my cock had softened a bit so I removed the Speedos and
put my shorts back on. I did a last check of the house and set off down the
garden, by now my cock was tenting my shorts in anticipation.
Frank was waiting for me just inside the work/sex room, he was naked and his
thick veiny cock was stiff. He roughly groped me and chuckled when he felt my
stiffy.
"Up and ready for it then cum-puppy, and clean inside?"
"Yes Sir!"
I squeaked as I squirmed when he squeezed my balls.
"Come on then we'll get to it right away."
As he led me towards the table, which I noticed had a cushion at one end,
Steve came in from the bathroom, he was naked and his cock was stiff too. Frank
told me to strip off, and as I ripped my clothes off he told me that today he
didn't want me cumming more than 4 times, and that all the sex would be oral;
he wanted my boy-hole well and truly rested because he'd arranged something
special for me tomorrow. I protested, reminding him that I would be at my Aunt's.
He slapped my now naked bum hard, causing me to cry out. He reminded me that
he hadn't given me permission to talk, and that he'd told me he'd fix things.
Then he  continued his explanation. I was to tell my Dad I'd been playing
football with Sunil and some other lads from school again, and somehow I had to
work into the conversation that Sunil's uncle Rahul was taking his wife, Sunil,
and one of the other lads, John to Whipsnade Zoo bright and early Saturday
morning. While Frank was talking Steve had knelt down and pulled my foreskin
back to expose my precum dribbling knob which he was now licking like a lollipop,
sending shivers through my body.
"You don't need to know any more pussy-boy, just expect a visitor tonight.
Now let's get on with it, we haven't got a lot off time today. We'll start
with you and Steve 69'ing."
Steve stood up and lay on the table with his head on the cushion, and as I
climbed up and over him my mind was racing, I couldn't work out how Frank was
going to get my Dad to change his mind, and was he going to call on my Dad
tonight? Then Steve guided my cock into his expert mouth and I forgot everything
except sex as I scrambled to get his twitching cock into mine. We 69'ed four
times in all, which meant that Frank and Steve came twice each and I came four
times, but the sex was different. While Steve and I were 69'ing Frank would be
roughly pinching my nipples, then squeezing my balls or slapping my arse cheeks
quite hard, then Steve would do the same as Frank and I 69'ed. I didn't
really like it, it was painful, but what could I do or say, and it made it harder
for me to cum, so I more or less came when whoever I was 69'ing with came. But
I have to admit during the last 69 I was starting to enjoy the pain a little
bit, until Frank kept trying to force his big thick cock down my throat. I
couldn't take it, and after I'd gagged until I was crying he stopped trying.
When we'd finished Frank smacked my bum hard, once on each cheek, as I got off
the table. It hurt!
"We've got stuff to do cum-slut, so get dressed and bugger off home."
And he and Steve disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me stood there naked,
half hard and totally confused. I dressed and went home. I went for a shower
and, using a hand mirror, I looked at my bum, my arse cheeks were still hot
and glowing red. I checked my pucker out and it seemed normal. I needed to
think, so I got my bike out and went for a long ride. I was worried about the sex
getting rougher and I was confused by what Frank had told me. Eventually it was
time to go home and get the evening meal ready, so I pedalled home feeling a
bit downhearted.
After our meal Dad and I washed up and I mentioned that I'd played football
again with Sunil and the others, which gave Dad an idea and he asked:
"Why don't you invite Sunil to your Aunt's Saturday for a meal? I bet she'd
like to try out her curry making skills."
Dad had given me my opening.
"That would be great Dad, but Sunil told me his uncle is taking him and John,
from school, to Whipsnade Zoo on Saturday and they're leaving very early. I
think John is sleeping over at the uncle's as is Sunil."
There! I'd obeyed Frank's instructions. We finished washing-up and took our
drinks into the lounge to watch some TV. Around forty minutes later there was
a knock at the door which Dad got up to answer. I heard voices at the door,
then the lounge door opened and Dad ushered someone in with the words:
"Go on in Mr. Dev, Paul's in there already."
The man who entered was around 6ft 2, in his mid forties I guessed, with a
full head of thick black hair and a full moustache. There were a few grey hairs
at his temples and in his moustache. He looked very fit with a well made body,
he approached my chair and stuck out a large, thick fingered hand.
"Hello Paul," he said as we firmly shook hands, "I'm Sunil's uncle Rahul, he
's told me all about you."
My Dad was stood behind him and didn't see Mr. Dev giving me a knowing wink
as he tickled my palm with one of his thick fingers.
"Hello Sir." I answered in a squeaky, breaking voice.
Mr Dev was dressed in light fawn cavalry twill trousers, a crisp white shirt,
a smart OB tie and a dark blue blazer. His voice was deep and melodious. They
both sat down and Mr. Dev started to talk. He explained to my Dad that John
had come down with a bug and wouldn't be able to go to the Zoo on Saturday, and
that Sunil had suggested they take me instead. I caught on and pleaded with
my Dad to let me go. Before Dad could reply Mr. Dev explained that because they
were starting off very early in the morning and wouldn't be back until late
John and Sunil would have been sleeping over at Mr. Dev's house for the
weekend; if I was going to go would I be able to sleep over as well he asked. Dad
hummed and hawed but finally agreed, adding that because he was going to a
conference Friday morning for the weekend I should have been stopping with my Aunt.
Mr. Dev asked him what time he had to leave and Dad informed him that he had a
taxi ordered to take him to the railway station at 11a.m. Mr. Dev proposed
picking me up in time to take Dad to the station too, adding that on the drive we
'd pass his house and Dad could see where I'd be staying, which Dad agreed
to.
Dad then asked me to keep Mr. Dev entertained while he telephoned to cancel
his cab, and to let my Aunt know the change in the arrangements. Our phone was
in the hall and as soon as he heard Dad pick up the receiver Mr. Dev spoke to
me in a quiet voice.
"Well Paul, I hope you're going to enjoy the weekend and what I've got in
store for you?"
While he was talking he opened his legs and flattened his trouser leg so that
his cock was outlined, I stared. Even allowing for the material I guessed it
must have been almost as big as Frank's cock was when it was hard. As I
continued to stare, unconsciously licking my lips, it began to thicken and lengthen
down Mr Dev's leg.
"Do you like Indian elephants Paul?"
I blushed furiously at the lewd innuendo, while I was aware that my own cock
was stiffening as I watched his cock growing bigger and bigger. I stammered
out a reply.
"I ... think ... so ... Sir."
Mr. Dev chuckled.
"Good, I'll make sure you get a good look at one, and maybe get to ride one
too!"
The image of me sitting on a cock that looked as big as Mr. Dev's flashed
across my mind, causing me to shiver in anticipation. But the spell was broken as
we heard Dad put the phone down, and we both managed to make ourselves
respectable by the time he came back into the room. After some chit-chat Mr. Dev
said he had to go. We saw him to the door, me with my hand in my pocket holding
my throbbing cock to stop it showing, and he managed to wink at me again as he
spoke.
"It's been nice meeting you both, I'll see you tomorrow."
We both said goodbye and watched as he climbed into a black Jaguar XJ12 and
drove off.
End of part six. Any constructive comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com
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