Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 09:11:17 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Real Garage Mechanic part 7

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.
Dad remarked on what a nice car Mr. Dev had, I detected a trace of envy in
his voice, Dad only had an old mini, and we went back inside. We watched some
TV, one of the programmes had an interview with Omar Sharif whom we both agreed
Mr. Dev looked like. When I went to bed I resisted the temptation to wank off,
I'd got an idea that I'd be having a lot of sex tomorrow, and I wanted to
save all my spunk until then. I dropped off fairly quickly and awoke at
eight-thirty feeling fully refreshed. We had breakfast and after I'd been to the
lavatory I used the douche bottle then showered as Dad packed. In case he checked I
put a pair of pyjamas into my sports-bag along with a couple of pairs of
underpants, but I didn't think I'd be wearing them. I added a pair of clean
shorts, a couple of T-shirts and my toilet-bag. Because my cock was stiff and I didn
't want to wear my Speedos to hide it I pulled the chord from an old pair of
pyjamas and tied it around myself trapping my throbbing cock against my belly.
I pulled a baggy T-shirt over my head then put on a baggy pair of shorts, my
pair of pumps finished my outfit.
As we waited for Mr. Dev Dad gave me a fiver and told me to have a good time
and enjoy myself, and reminded me to be a good boy and to do everything Mr.
Dev told me to do. I certainly meant to do that I thought. The Jag pulled up at
ten-fifty, just as Dad was starting to worry. We walked to the car as Mr. Dev
got out, he shook hands with Dad and tousled my hair and I felt my cock
twitch. He was wearing a dark blue suit and white shirt and blue tie. His dark skin
was highlighted by the shirt, he looked very handsome. As I stood by his side
I realised he was much bigger than Frank, he made me look really small beside
him, well I was only 14. He put Dad's suitcase in the back along with my
duffle-bag. Eagerly I asked if I could ride in front and they both laughed at me,
before Mr. Dev tousled my hair again and told me of course I could. As Dad got
in the back Mr. Dev held the passenger door open for me, he sort of pushed my
bottom when I got in, sending another thrill through my body. I was pleased
that Dad didn't seem to notice anything untoward regarding Mr. Dev touching me.
As we drove Dad and Mr. Dev chatted, I was fascinated with the car and was
studying the dashboard and running my hands over the black leather upholstery.
Mr Dev drove very well and I admired his big hands and long thick fingers as he
held the steering wheel. We were going through a posh area close to the
station when Mr. Dev pulled over.
"That's my house." He said.
He pointed out a large house at the end of a long drive. I whistled and
croaked.
"Crikey Sir it's massive!"
"Five bedrooms and only my wife and I in it now that my son is in the USA at
university. That's why we have my nephews and nieces over such a lot."
As Mr. Dev pulled away I turned to my Dad, the look on his face said it all.
"What a brilliant house Dad, did you like it?"
"Yes son, looks like I'll have to go into the grocery business."
Mr. Dev chuckled.
"My father was a doctor, he left it to me when he went back home to India to
retire."
We got to the station just as Dad's train was pulling in so we had a brief
goodbye and he was gone. Mr. Dev and I got back into the car and Mr. Dev openly
ran his big left hand up and down my thigh, squeezing it and making me wriggle
about a bit, my cock, which had softened a little, became stiff instantly.
There was nobody around thankfully, but I was surprised at Mr. Dev's words.
"You've got beautiful skin Paul, so soft and silky smooth, why don't you
take your shorts off so that I can get a good look at you, see if you're excited
to be alone with me."
"Er … um." My voice breaking as I stammered out a reply.
"Somebody will see me." I protested.
"Nonsense Paul, there's no one around, and you can always let your T-shirt
hang over your lap to cover yourself up if anyone passes us when I'm driving."
I was turned on by the thought of sitting half naked in the car so I quickly
pushed my shorts down and kicked them off my feet, then I removed the pyjama
chord so that my stiff little cock sprang free, and I pulled my T-shirt up to
my nipples. Mr. Dev ran his big brown hand over my nipples, chest and belly.
"Mmmmmm, what a beautiful little cock, all stiff and ready to go, and what a
lovely young body you have. I suppose the chord was to hide your hard cock
from your Dad."
I blushed and nodded yes as Mr. Dev continued to stare at my cock and body, I
noticed the gleam of lust in his eyes. I was getting more turned on by Mr.
Dev than Frank or Steve, he seemed gentler, kinder, and he called me by my name
which I liked. I guessed that sex with him would be different to sex with
Frank and Steve, all that name calling and the new physicality was beginning to
bore me. He reached down, grasped my cock and pushed my foreskin back, I
produced a pearl of precum which he collected with his thumb and put it in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," he drooled, "nothing tastes as good as young boy. I hope your
spunk tastes good too, and your little bum-hole."
I was bright red with embarrassment by now, but also very turned on, Mr. Dev
was a handsome man and I was flattered by his attentions. Mr. Dev let go off
my cock and started the car up and drove out of the station. I noticed we were
going a different way and mentioned it to Mr. Dev.
"Don't worry Paul, were going to go somewhere a lot better than my house,
somewhere where we can really enjoy ourselves. You're not frightened are you."
"No Sir, you're an old friend of Frank's and I trust him implicitly."
When we turned onto a motorway he got me to drop my T-shirt so that my
drooling cock was hidden from view. The car was an automatic and he drove it
effortlessly, occasionally letting go of the steering wheel with his left hand and
playing around with my cock as we drove along. He also rubbed his big hand over
my belly and toyed with my balls, and after telling me to raise up he even
managed to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. He stuck his long, thick middle finger
into my mouth. His voice was deep, melodious, mesmerising.
"Wet my finger Paul, I want to push it up into your bottom."
I blushed again but eagerly coated his finger with my saliva.
"The road's relatively clear so raise off the seat and pull your arse cheeks
apart."
I did as I was told and I felt his finger tip against my tiny pucker.
"Sit on my finger Paul."
I pushed down, giving a little gasp as his finger penetrated past my
sphincter, until I was impaled on the thick digit. He started to move it around inside
my warm moist channel, all the time telling me what a beautiful young boy I
was. I was really turned on by his words and the attention he was giving my
body. My cock was oozing precum as he probed and stroked my channel walls. This
went on for several minutes until he told me to lift off the intruding digit, I
did so very reluctantly.
He stuck his finger into his mouth and noisily sucked on it.
"Mmmmm Paul," he almost purred, "that was delicious. I can't wait to get my
tongue up there!"
Then he put his hand under my T-shirt and began to toss my cock and I had to
gasp out.
"If you keep that up Sir I'll cum."
He stopped tossing my cock, put his hand back on the steering wheel and
glanced at me.
"We don't want you messing the car up do we Paul? And we don't want to waste
any of your lovely young boycum either do we?"
"No Sir." I stammered, a bit disappointed that he hadn't finished me off and
disappointed that his finger wasn't still up my bum.
He began to chat and asked me how much did I like the things I did with Frank
and Steve. I was a bit embarrassed, but I told him I really liked it, that I
loved the taste of cum and I really liked having a cock up my bum. Then he
asked me if Frank and Steve had ever took photos while we were having sex. I told
him no, so he asked me if I'd mind someone taking pictures today and
tomorrow, they'd only be for him, Frank, and Steve to see here in England, but they
would be sent to Asia, so no one I knew would see them. I thought a bit and told
him I'd probably be too embarrassed. He reached into the glove compartment
and took out a bottle of tablets.
"These are prescribed to help me relax. Another young boy, who, like
yourself, was very self-conscious used to take two to give him confidence when we had
our little orgies. You can have two if you like," he pointed into the
compartment, "there's a bottle of squash in there to wash them down with. Frank knows
all about the tablets, he was with me and the boy lots of times when the boy
used them."
I considered Mr. Dev's words, I wanted to enjoy myself as much as possible, he
'd said orgies so I guessed there'd be other men involved the thought of
which gave me an extra thrill. And they'd be seeing and using my body which I
enjoyed, and Frank knew all about it, so what were a few photos that were going
to go abroad?
"OK Sir." I said taking the tablets from him and reaching for the squash, "I'
ll have a couple."
I shook two tablets into my hand and took them, followed by a long drink of
squash.  Of course nearly twenty years on I know I was being drugged, but at
the time all I wanted was sex with Mr Dev and whoever else was going to be
there.
"Good boy Paul, you won't regret it. You can finish the bottle if you like."
After a few minutes I felt myself relaxing and my cock seemed to get even
stiffer, the squash tasted good so I continued drinking it until it was all gone.
I found out later from Steve that the squash had contained a powerful
aphrodisiac. As well as relaxing me the tablets seemed to embolden me.
"When can I see and feel your cock Sir?"
He chuckled.
"It seems the tablets are working then. You'll see my Indian elephant soon
enough, we turn off here."
He indicated a left turn and we left the motorway, taking a deserted road
running through some fields.
"We'll be going into an Industrial Estate in a couple of minutes Paul. There'
s a security guard on duty and I don't want him to see you, so I want you to
take off your T-shirt and put it and your shorts into your bag, then get that
car rug from the back seat and lie on the floor and I'll cover you with the
rug."
I complied and reached for the bag and rug as Mr. Dev ran his hand lovingly
over my exposed buttocks.
"Mmmm, you've got a beautiful bum Paul. Give me the rug, hold your bag to
your chest and kneel sideways in the well with your bum facing me."
When I was in position Mr. Dev arranged the rug over me, then I gasped as he
pushed his finger back inside my bum-hole. When he started wiggling it about I
giggled, then began to moan as he gently finger fucked me.
"Ssshhh!" he admonished.
I had to force myself to be quiet. The car turned and braked and a voice
greeted him, he answered back and then we drove off again. We stopped after a
couple of minutes and I heard metal shutters being raised before we drove forwards
to come to a standstill and Mr Dev pulled his finger from my bum and turned
the engine off.
"Stay where you are Paul."
I heard him exit the car, then my door opened and he scooped me up in his
strong arms and carried me off. All I could see from under the rug was a concrete
floor, until he paused, opened a door and we entered a carpeted room. He set
me down and removed the rug, I put my bag down and looked around. We were in a
reception area, there was a desk with a phone, a chair either side of the
desk, and a filing cabinet. There was a door behind the desk and another in the
corner. Along one wall were a row of clothes hooks with various clothes hanging
from them. I looked up, the room had no ceiling, I could see the factory roof
high above me.
"Any good at acting Paul?"
"I think so, I like it and take part in all the plays at school, why?"
"Well, this part of the unit is set up a bit like a film set, that's why
there's no ceiling to any of the rooms. And it enables us to mount strong lights
for  the pictures. We'd like to act out an examination scene set in a Doctor'
s surgery. There's no need for a script, the sound will be dubbed later, but
to help you along we'll improvise, but if you need to ask a question feel free,
we're not recording sound remember. There will be myself, who you can call
Sir and another man who you can call Dr. K to save anyone getting confused.
There will be two men with camcorders who you must try to totally ignore unless
they give you an instruction, it makes it more "natural" if you can forget the
camera."
I interrupted, "Camcorders Sir? You said photographs."
"No Paul, I said taking pictures. Is it a problem?"
I considered for a couple of seconds, shrugged and replied.
"Not really I suppose Sir, it's the same thing really. Er, this isn't a
problem either Sir, I like older men playing with me, but I just wondered how old
is Dr. K Sir."
"Good I'm glad the photography's  not a problem. Dr. K? he's 30, and before
you ask I'm 46. Now I'm going to go next door to change and set the scene
up. I'm going to give you a costume to change into, and when you hear me shout "
Next!" I want you to come through the door behind the desk. We'll give you a
minute to familiarise yourself and then we'll start filming"
Mr. Dev took a hanger of clothes from a clothes hook and handed it to me.
"Your costume Paul, you can leave your pumps on, and remember, improvise and
try to forget the cameras are there."
With that he went out of the door in the corner. I took the clothes off the
hanger and put them on the desk, there were a pair of white y-fronts, a pair of
grey flannel shorts, a white shirt and a school tie. I was so horny I
wondered if I'd got time for a quick wank, it felt like my balls were fit to burst
and my little cock was as hard as it had ever been, if not harder. I knew that I'
d cum with just a few tosses. Then I came to my senses, realising that a) Mr.
Dev would know from the state of my cock, and b) I'd probably get a real
bollocking, so I began to dress. The y-fronts were too small and my cock bulged
out obscenely and no sooner had I put them on than my cock oozed precum and
produced a tell-tale stain. I shrugged, it was probably what Mr. Dev wanted
anyway. I put the shirt and tie on next and finished off with the shorts. I was so
horny I couldn't wait for the sex to start. I didn't have to wait long, about
two minutes after I'd finished dressing there was a shout from behind the
door.
"NEXT!"
I moved to the door, I suppose I was a bit apprehensive, the acting and all,
but mainly I was horny. I opened the door and went in, taking in my
surroundings as I closed the door behind me. The room was about the same size as the
other one. Facing me was a desk, Mr. Dev was sat behind it and stood by his side
was a much darker Indian, thin and 5ft 10 tall, he had long black hair. They
were both wearing white nylon smock type shirts with watches pinned to the
breasts, and white nylon trousers, the type you put on over your proper trousers.
But Mr. K was naked under his, and I guessed Mr. Dev was too. I knew that
because the fly of Dr. K's trousers was partly open exposing the dark skin of his
thigh, the covered side showed a big bulge. They both had stethoscopes around
their necks.
There was a door and then away from the wall, an adjustable, green leather,
examination table. To my right there was a small table with camera
paraphernalia on it. Stood by it were two guys who must have been twins, they were
identical. I'd put their age in the 60's, they were about 6ft tall, average build,
and they had longish white hair and were wearing safari shirts and shorts. They
had thin white hairless legs. Around their necks were a variety of
instruments and they each held a large, expensive looking camcorder. I nodded to them
but they ignored me.
"If you're ready Paul we'll start?"
I nodded, I was too excited to talk.
"Right Paul come over here and stand in front of my desk. This is Dr. K, he
will be assisting me in your examination, he's new to paediatrics, and when he'
s had some months practice he'll be going to be the doctor at a hostel for
delinquent boys back in India. While I explain your problem to him, you can get
undressed down to your underwear, that includes removing your pumps."
As I began to strip Mr. Dev continued talking to Dr. K.
"Paul's father contacted me, he's worried about the boy's sexuality. On a
recent camping weekend together, they were in separate tents, he heard Paul
wanking himself off at least six times both nights. So the second day he kept an
eye on him and whenever Paul "went to the toilet" in the woods he followed,
and Paul always had a wank after finishing. He wanked four times during the
day. The night they got home after Paul had gone to bed, his dad listened at the
door, and sure enough he wanked off again. His dad couldn't stay by the door
all night, but he'd heard and seen enough to be worried."
As I'd undressed I'd listened fascinated to the story, imaging me doing all
that and my Dad watching. It never occurred to me that there was an awful lot
of dialogue for film that was going to be dubbed, I was totally relaxed
mentally by now, and totally unembarrassed. When Dr. Dev finished I was stood in
front of the desk in just my too tight y-fronts and there was a large wet stain
at the end of my outlined cock. Mr. Dev looked over at me.
"You see Dr. K? He's leaking precum like a tap! Take off your y-fronts Paul
and place them on my desk."
I did as I was told and my little cock sprang up as soon as I peeled them
off. It was throbbing and my foreskin peeled back it was so stiff, of course I
was still leaking precum. Mr. Dev picked up my y-fronts when I placed them on
his desk. He held them to his nose where they were precum soaked  and inhaled
deeply. Then he licked the wet patch.
"Mmmmm boy smell. You'd better get used to it too Dr. K."
He passed them over and Dr. K did the same thing sighing after he'd finished.
"Right Paul," ordered Mr. Dev, "hop up onto the examination table and lay
down flat on your back."
When I was settled Mr Dev rose from his desk and they came and stood either
side of me by my flagpole cock. Dr K's bulge was about an inch above the table
and I could just make out the outline of what looked like a big thick cock and
a pair of tight balls; there was a precum stain where his knob was. Mr. Dev's
cock was outlined across and down his thigh and he'd got a precum stain too.
My cock twitched and throbbed. I was getting so carried away I'd totally
forgotten the twins who I now noticed were busy recording the whole proceedings. I
glanced up to the top of the wall opposite and I was sure there was another
camcorder clipped to the wall between the powerful studio lights. I risked a
look back and could just make one out on top of the opposite wall. So there would
be full length pictures from either end of my young boy's body as I lay prone
on the table while the two older men abused me.
All that was forgotten as Mr. Dev took hold of my cock with a finger and
thumb. He pulled my foreskin fully back and squeezed my shaft, obviously I oozed
some precum.
"Now we're going to taste the boy's precum Dr. K. You need to know what a
randy young boy's precum tastes like."
He leaned over and took my whole knob into his mouth and he ran his tongue
over my knob collecting my precum, then he lifted off, smacking his lips. I lay
there and moaned.
"Your turn now Dr. K."
Mr Dev squeezed my shaft again as Dr. K's warm, wet mouth enveloped my knob
and he lapped up my precum. He squeezed my shaft again to give Dr. K an extra
taste. When Dr. K lifted up I was actually trembling with lust as well as
moaning softly. My whole body was tingling, and my cock was ready to explode, I
wanted desperately to cum. Mr. Dev let go of my quivering cock.
"Well Paul, from the state of you I think you're ready to cum aren't you?"
"Yes Sir, please!" I managed to gasp in a reedy, squeaky voice.
"You may have the honour Dr. K, you need to learn how to masturbate young
boys."
Dr. K placed two long, bony fingers and a thumb around my little cock,
angling it slightly towards my head, and started to toss me off. He'd only done half
a dozen strokes when I groaned, my body stiffened and a jet of boycum shot
from my cock went high in the air, and landed on my nose, lips and chin. I
lapped up what I could reach with my tongue. The next four jets landed all over my
body and as Dr. K continued to toss my cock two more shots oozed from my
cock-slit and ran down my shaft and over Dr. K's hand. When no more cum was
forthcoming Dr. K stopped tossing me and started to lick his hand clean.
"Well done Dr. K, get to know what a horny young boy's cum tastes like, in
fact why don't you tongue his body clean while I wank him off again. Young boys
like Paul can always cum at least  twice in quick succession. Notice his
sweet little cock is as stiff as it was when you started tossing it off."
Knowing Mr. Dev was going to toss me off again sent a thrill through my body.
I looked at Dr. K's groin and saw that his cock was stiff now and his torpedo
shaped cut knob and an inch of shaft were poking from his fly. The knob was a
deep purple, glistening with precum, there was a red circumcision scar and
his shaft was dark brown. It looked like his cock was a thicker than Frank's. I
turned my head as Mr. Dev grasped my cum sticky shaft; his cock was still in
his pants, but now it lay across and slightly up the top of his leg, there was
a large, wet, cum stain.
"His boycum tastes wonderful Dr. D, but he's such a messy young boy, shouldn'
t we undress before we stain our uniforms any more?"
Dr. K's voice was a little high and sing-songy.
"What a good idea Dr. K."
Mr Dev released my cock and they began to undress. I didn't mind that I wasn'
t being wanked, I desperately wanted to see their naked bodies and hard
cocks. They were both naked in seconds, Mr. Dev was well built, but not fat. He had
a hairy chest with a few grey hairs sprinkled amongst the black ones. His
arms and legs were hairy and from a mass of black pubic hair, his big cut, veiny
cock stood out proudly. It was the biggest I'd seen live yet at 9 inches long,
and maybe very slightly thicker than Frank's. The flared purple knob with a
long cock-slit was followed by a jagged, pink circumcision scar, and the shaft
was a pale brown colour slightly darker than his skin. I licked my licks and
turned to look at Dr K who was grinning down at me. His cock was a good 7-1/2
inches long and, as I said, thicker than Frank's. He was very dark skinned, thin,
but his body looked hard, and he'd shaved all his body hair off including his
pubes which made his cock look even bigger.
"Adjust the table Dr. K, then when you've eaten all his boycum you can see
how it feels to have a young boy's mouth around your cock."
With that Mr. Dev started to toss me off again, as Dr K fiddled with some
controls and the head of the table lowered until my head tilted back. Then he
started to lap up my boycum starting with my face and working down my body,
worrying my erect nipples with his teeth as he went past. I was really turned on
again and my second orgasm was fast approaching as Mr. Dev expertly wanked my
cock, my still abundant precum making it ridiculously easy for him. Dr. K had
lapped up all the boycum from my body and he came and stood by my head, cock in
hand pointing toward my mouth. I didn't need telling, I opened my mouth wide
and he fed me his knob and an inch or so of shaft. I started to suck his cock
and was rewarded with the taste of his precum which trickled down my throat. He
reached forwards and started to play with my erect nipples, while Mr. Dev
continued to wank my cock, playing with my balls with his free hand. I was
becoming more and more worked up, and in my lust I reached behind me, grabbed a
hard, surprisingly well muscled arse cheek in each hand and pulled towards my head
so that more of Dr. K's 7-1/2 cut cock was forced into my mouth. I was writhing
around as my senses reeled with all the wonderful sensations I was
experiencing, my whole body a tingle like one gigantic cock, and I deliberately forced
more of Dr. K's cock into my mouth and then gagging only once I forced it down
my throat.
"My goodness," gasped Dr. K, "the little bugger's swallowed my cock."
I was swallowing hard as Dr. K began to gently fuck my throat with short one
inch strokes. I was loving it, because of the aphrodisiac I wanted cock and
more cock, wherever, down my throat, up my bum, in my hand. Mr. Dev was
squeezing my balls even harder and he quickened his wanking until, muffled of course,
I groaned and shouted as my second load sped through my tubes and once again
shot up in the air and landed on my sweat covered, heaving, little-boy's body.
As I started cumming I swallowed and sucked even harder on Dr. K's throbbing
cock, I wanted to eat his cum so badly. I came six times and just as the last
load of cum dribbled from my cock-slit and ran down my stiff shaft Dr. K pulled
back from my throat until his knob was back in my mouth.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yessss!" he gasped squeezing my nipples even harder.
A jet of hot, thick mancum hit the back of my throat, it tasted strong and
salty and I started swallowing it straight away. Dr. K was cumming so much that
my mouth began to fill up with his cum and I actually gagged and some came
down my nose. When he'd finished I held onto his buttocks to keep his knob in my
mouth while I cleaned it up, he'd released my nipples and he squeezed his
shaft to give me the last drops of his mancum. Mr. Dev meantime was cleaning my
boycum from my body, his tongue tickling my over-sensitive body.
End of part seven. Any constructive comments to Paul at INSILVA92@aol.com
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