Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 09:31:50 +0100
From: jaggedhal0 <jaggedhal0@hotmail.com>
Subject: Car Jacked!

It was a warm summer's afternoon. I needed my car
repaired. Something underneath was rattling. I
was worried what it was, and if whatever it was
fell off, what damage it might cause elsewhere. I
used the motorways a lot. The last thing i wanted
was to be the cause of a high-speed pile-up. I
was away on business and had to get from B back
to A again. I had no idea nor recommendation
where to go to get the car fixed, so took my
chances with the Yellow Pages. I was in luck.
There was a local garage that had a booking
cancelled. They could fit me in after lunch. The
tom-tom navigator got me there straight away. A
suit in this weather was not the most comfortable
of clothing to wear, but i thought a businesslike
manner and appearance might win me a discount. A
suit carried authority, especially over those who
don tatty jeans. Despite what many think, class
does matter. So as i climbed out the alfa spider
i refastened my top button, straightened and
tightened my tie and threw my jacket back on.

I walked across the forecourt towards the
workshop, keeping shoulders back, chest out,
displaying positive confidence. As i entered the
office door to reception i tripped over a low
unmarked step. Shit! So much for positive
posture! But fortunately the office was unmanned.
Straightening myself out, regaining my composure,
i rang the bell for assistance on the counter.
Nothing happened. I rang several times before i
gave up, frustration beginning to boil up within
me. And damn that step! I tripped over it on my
way out as well! Grr!

I walked into the workshop, despite a large
notice saying: no unauthorised persons beyond
this point. It's seemed so stupid stopping
customers finding assistance when no one could be
bothered to answer the reception bell. I made my
way towards the sound of metal clattering against
metal and the singing of a radio station. Under a
car with bonnet up i noticed a pair of legs
stretching out from under the engine. "Hello!" i
called.

No answer or response. I continued towards the
mechanic and slipped on a patch of grease on the
floor. It was like stepping on dog shit. I nearly
fell over as my foot instantly slid out from
under me. "Shit!" i yelled. Luckily again, this
mishap hadn't been noticed either. Such
clumsiness shatters any illusion of power in
one's character if seen. Frustrated as i was, i
got away with it. I reached the mechanic, who's
splayed legs were only visible from waist down.

These legs gave me a solid hard on straight away.
They were opened in a V shape and covered in
crinkled, dirty, greasy, bright blue overalls. On
his  feet were very old and worn heavy duty ankle
boots. The leggings and footwear along were
enough to give me my hard-on, but it was the top
part that caused the pre-cum to flow.

It must have been a one-piece overall being worn.
But due to the heat of the weather, the top half
had been undone and tied round the waist. Between
the knotted sleeves i saw smooth pale flesh with
light wisps of fur-like hairs. The undoing of the
overall had been low, so the flesh i saw almost
reached the pubic area. I closed my eyes and took
in a deep breath, sensing my bulge tightening
inside my CKs. Open legs always drew the eyes to
the groin. I must have stood there staring for
several minutes, forgetting any sense of time.
The hips were narrow, probable only a 30" waist
size, and the flesh was of youth. I tore myself
out of my trance.

"Hello!" i said again." I phoned earlier?"

Still no response, other than the slightest of
shuffles from the waist. How i wished i could
wrap my hands round those hips and drag them out
from under the car. More precum oozed. So i
gently tapped the inside of the mechanic's thigh
with my foot. The legs jolted and i heard, almost
felt, a hard thump from under the car. The legs
slid out exposing a grease smeared, pale skinned,
wash-board stomach. My brain soaked in his
sexiness so quickly, the whole movement was
perceived as being in slow motion. As the small
pout circles of fresh pink nipples slid into
view, balanced on small but firm pecs, i thought
i would shoot my load there and then. Above the
neck came a smooth, dark fluffed chin followed by
a straight, narrow and moist-lipped mouth, topped
with a line of dark fluff on the upper lip. The
nose was small and cute, leading to the eyes that
were bright with large widened pupils. Then the
rest of the head beautifully shaped and hair
trimmed to a grade one maybe. He must have been
fresh from college or uni. As he slid into view
his eyes screwed up against the bright light of
the sun filling the workshop. As they focused,
his gaze seemed to follow up the length of my
body standing before him. I'm sure he must have
noticed the size of my bulge, which must have
been tenting my flies like a circus marquee. When
his eyes met mine he said, "Sorry, Sir. Have you
been waiting there long?"

"No, no, not at all" i said. "I phoned earlier?"

"Oh yes" he said, getting up onto his feet.
"You've got a rattle around your front off-side
wheel".

"That's right" i replied. "Think you can sort it
for me? I have a long motorway drive back home".

"No problem, sir. Bring it in and i'll see what i
can do" he said with a smile, AND a wink! "just
park it up on this ramp" he said, pointing to a
vacant ramp to the left of the workshop.

I headed back to the car feeling very hot round
the collar. As the mechanic stood before me
chatting, the faint smell of deodorant, grease
and sweat teased my nose no end. My hormones
where racing in overdrive. I hadn't had sex for a
few days and was rapidly realising how
desperately i needed it. And if ever i needed it,
i needed and wanted it now!

I parked the car up on the ramp as instructed and
got out. I had made my impression, so i threw off
my jacket and tie, throwing them onto the
passenger seat, and undid my collar button. "Hot
isn't it sir?" he said.

"Yes. It's a pity there's only so much one can
take off in such heat" i replied, risking the odd
flirt and tease. "At least in your line of work,
you don't need to worry so much about protocol".

"What do you mean sir?" the mechanic said, as he
moved to the buttons to raise the ramp. "I'd look
silly here in swimming trunks, or just a thong!"

It seemed he was now flirting with me! Was i
reading this right? I unfastened my shirt
completely and pulled it out from under my belt.
The air felt so good and cool as it got in
beneath my sweat soaked shirt.

"You'd better come and stand over here sir" he
advised. "Strictly speaking you're not supposed
to be in here. Health and safety."

So i went over and stood beside him as he
operated the switches to raise the car into the
air. I reached over and dared to place my hand on
his small but broad shoulder. "I'm sure no one
would make much fuss if you were in just a thong"
i said with a chuckle. It surprised me he didn't
try to shrug me off, so i gave his shoulder a
gentle squeeze. Gosh, the heat was having a
strange and daring effect on me! "Mind you" i
added "what you're wearing now and the way you're
wearing it can't be bad for business?"

"I'm always looking for business sir" he said.
"Bills have to be met".

Fuck, was this what i'm thinking he meant?

"I suppose you are" i replied. "We all need
business and I'm always ready to offer it". I
watched his expression carefully. I was sure i
noticed a twitch of a smile. Then his gaze
suddenly changed and fixed to a point on the
floor next to my rising car. I followed his gaze
to something shiney on the floor. "What's up?" i
asked.

He released the button from under his thumb and
went over to relieve his curiousity. God his body
was gorgeous, all soaked and dripping with sweat.
His physique was one of someone who knows how to
keep himself fit. With his overall undone and
tied around him he looked like a very apperticing
piece of half peeled fruit. I wanted to eat him,
slowly. As he bent down to pick up whatever was
on the floor i saw the perfect triangle shape of
his back narrowing down to his slim waist and
round firmness of his buttocks. I was in agony.
If i died then i'd be happy.

"Are these your's sir?" he turned and asked,
holding up the shiny metal object/s. Suddenly, as
i snapped out of my daydream again, i recognised
what he was holding up to me. And with a broad
smile that made me blush he added, "They must
have fallen out your jacket sir as you took it
off".

I reached out as he placed my two pairs of fallen
hand-cuffs into the palm of my hand. But he
didn't just give them to me. He let his fingers
linger in my hand, just as gay barmen do with
your change if they like you. I was very much
aware of my boner again. As he returned to the
ramp controls he gave a little giggle that i
could have swooned to.

"Well" i said, "you have to be prepared, don't
you?"

He laughed. "For all eventualities sir".

Shit! I suddenly felt so small. The best way to
get over embarrassment, i thought, was to tackle
it head on. So i bounced the ball back into his
court. "Do you ever use them?" i asked.

"What? Handcuffs, sir?" he asked with another
giggle. "Can't say i have sir". Then he added, "I
wouldn't know where to get them or what to do
with them".

"I'm sure you'd think of some way to use them" i
said with a wink. "It's a great way to learn your
levels of trust in a partnership. And," i added,
"a novel way to meet new friends".

The car stopped and the mechanic went underneath
to examine the wheel. He reached his strong arms
up, shrinking his flat stomach, opening the gap
between his flesh and the tied sleeves. As i
stretched my eyes over i could see no eleastic
band of underwear. More precum oozed.

"As i suspected sir" he turned and said. "It's
the stone guard cracked. It'll need replacing.
Unfortunately i don't hold alfa spare parts".

"What am i going to do?" i asked, fearing i
wouldn't be returning back tonight after all. In
which case i was stuffed. If i didn't get the
package i had picked up and handed over by
tonight, my boyfriend back home would be wasted.
He had got himself into deep shit and held
hostage. I didn't want to ask or know details. I
just wanted to pick up whatever it was that was
going to get him out of trouble. Shit! My heart
missed several beats.

"Not to worry sir" he said confidently. "A quick
weld will hold the bracket in place temporarily.
It'll get you home."

Relief washed through me like a crashing wave of
cool water in this stifling heat. I ran over to
him and just hugged him hard, tears in my eyes.
"Oh thank you, thank you" i said. "You're a
star".

"Blimey!" he responded, "it's not that big a job!
Are you ok sir?"

His care and concern was so consoling. "Sorry" i
said, "It's just that i need to get back
tonight."

"How far have you got to travel sir?" he asked.

"It'll take at least three hours, depending on
traffic".

"Oh you'll have plenty of time then sir. This
wont take a jiff. Have you going in no time sir.
You may have time to use your handcuffs before
you head back yet" he added with another giggle
and wink.

"Chance would have been a fine thing" i said.

He got his gear together and i watched closely as
he got to work. God, he looked terrifically sexy
with his head guard/goggles on and bright
white/blue sparks flying everywhere. I kept going
through my mind the way things had gone here. Was
he flirting with me or just entertaining me? He
was so hot and the more i watched him, the more i
wanted him. He was right, i would have time first
for some well earnt fun. But could it be with
him? How i groaned in anticipation and feverish
lust. After just a few minutes the sparks stopped
and he raised his face guard with a broad smile.

"All done for you sir" he said. "This'll get you
home and back again".

"You'd like me back?" i asked, without thinking.

"As i said before sir, i'm always open for
business".

If these hints weren't as subtle as an air raid,
then i'm a virgin.

I rushed over towards him and hugged his solid
sweaty hulk long and hard. Again he didn't try
and shrug me off. In fact I felt his hard-on
digging into me. I pulled back and saw the
tenting in the front of his overalls. I was in
luck!

I held him in front of me and just stared for a
moment into his eyes. He stared back and i don't
think he even blinked. I reached my lips for his
mouth. As our lips touched he remained still,
just slightly opening his lips, allowing my
tongue to enter. And boy did my tongue enter. I
must have felt and explored every cravice in his
mouth. And he tasted so beautiful. As i pulled
away to test his face for reaction, a long
slither of saliva stretched between our lips like
a rope bridge. His expression hadn't changed. I
suspected i had myself a virgin here. I closed my
lips onto his again and this time his tongue
bagan to respond back. Soon our tongues were
wrestling and my mechanic was getting more
forceful. I felt him pushing me back up against
the car ramp's central column. Pressed hard
against the steel shaft he pushed his tongue
deeper into my mouth. He seemed so hungry and an
explosion of pent up passion was being released.
And it was me who had the pleasure to receive it
all.

Eventually he pulled back. With a serious
expression forming on his young face he asked,
"So you like to play with trust? Do you want to
find out how well you can trust me?"

"You want to play with my cuffs?" i asked.

"Yeah" he replied with a cheeky grin, digging the
ball of right hand into his groin, as if to stem
an uncontrollable drive within. "But where and
how?"

Pinned against the column i looked around. "Here"
i said "right here. Do it here!"

He looked me over. His tongue ran round his lips
catching a run of saliva dribbling onto his
bulbous chest. "I'll have to close up shop first"
he said. "Don't move".

He quickly turned all the machinery off and let
the forecourt doors descend like a curtain at
last call. Enough light came through the
skylights, so he switched off the lights too.

"Ok" he said "show me".

I fastened a handcuff to each of my wrists. I
reached up and locked the end of one of them to
the frame of the ramp. But i couldn't quite reach
the other side to do likewise. "Hang on" he said,
and he dashed off. I next heard the rumbling of
metal wheels on concrete. He reappeared with a
pallet trolley and pallet board. He placed it
under me and said, "here climb on. It'll help you
reach better". It did the trick.

"Right" i said, "you'll have to lock my wrist
here because i can't do it myself with just one
hand". Next thing i knew i was handcuffed,
fastened tight under the car ramp. Suddenly i
felt extremely vulnerable. But then again, this
sexy mechanic was so hot, i'd happily die with
him. "Now i'm entirely in your hands" i said with
a smile. "But be gentle. Nothing rough".

"Ok" he said. He came forward and reached out for
me. He placed his hands each side of me and
gently ran them up and down my torso, seemingly
amazed that he was freely feeling up another man,
and with no restriction. I felt his warm wet lips
against my stomach and the tip of his tongue
pressing, poking and licking. He pulled back and
giggled in disbelief.

"You like this, don't you?" i said. "it's quite
scarey being at the mercy of a complete
stranger".

He came forward again saying, "and so you ought
to be" he said with that cheeky grin he had, "i
could do anything now".

"True" i said. "That's where trust comes in".

"But i'm a stranger" he said. "You don't know if
you can trust me". I began to feel concerned.
I've never been a champion on judgement of
character before. My heart began to race more
than before. "I mean i could do this with you".

Fuck! What did he mean? What was he going to do?

He began to undo my belt and flies. He opened my
trousers and let them drop. "Oh this is big!" he
said, eyes popping out at the bulge behind my
CKs. I felt his warm moist mouth round my bulge,
sucking at my wet patch threw my boxers. Then i
felt him pulling at the elastic. "No" he
muttered, "that's would be too easy". What would,
i thought? What's he up to? He went off only to
return a few seconds later with a large pair of
sharp scissors. Fuck!

I felt the cold metal blades slipping round my
elastic waist band. Suddenly the elastic and
linen gave way to the slicing of the blades and
as my shredded CKs fell to the floor my nakedness
was vulnerably exposed. "Mmm..." he moaned. He
took my meat in his hands and played with it, as
if he had never ever seen another cock before.
"What have we here sir?" he asked.

"Take it" i said. "It's all your's"

He took it in his mouth. I felt his lips close
round my cut nob and his tongue massage my slit.
Precum oozed and he sucked it all. Next he untied
his overall sleeves so that it fell open and
down. His hard erect cock poked up at me and a
stream of precum fell from its tip to floor as if
an invisible spider was lowering itself down off
his cock head. Then he stepped out of his
overalls. Only his boots remained.

"Aww man you're so beautiful" i said.

My mechanic looked up at me quizzically, as if
wondering, should he, shouldn't he. A grin spread
across his face. He stood in front of me again
and held our cocks together, side by side, and
began massaging them against each other. I
thought i was going to come too soon. This was so
hot!

"Fuck me" i begged him. "Take my arse".

He went off again across the floor and came back
with a tool box. What the fuck? But when he got
back he just placed it in front of me and stood
on it. It put his cock at the level of my tummy
button.

"I need a piss" he said, and a stream of hot
golden fluid spurted from his cock down my
stomach, over my groin and down my legs. He
climbed down and went behind me. I couldn't see
him, but i could feel the heat of his body. His
hands held onto my sides and i felt his cock
rubbing up and down between my arse cheeks. His
precum was oozing, providing plenty of lube. Then
i felt his cock pressing against my hole.

"Yes! yes!" i urged him. "Fill me with your
cream!"

Holding me firmly he suddenly thrust him self in.
I yelled out in pain. I wasn't expecting him to
enter so soon and quick. He said nothing. He just
starting pumping at my arse.

The feel of his arms round me as i hung there,
powerless to his whim. His penis inserted deep
within me. The side of his face pressed up
against my back. I was being fucked by this
gorgeous angel. As he fucked away at my arse, he
reached round and grabbed my cock, pumping away
at that as well. As he did so i felt my arse grip
his cock tighter. The tighter i gripped the
warmer and harder i felt his cock to be.

Suddenly he gave out a loud grunt and i knew he
was releasing his load. I couldn't hold back any
longer and shot my load too. I was exhausted and
ready to be released.

"That was awesome!" i said between deep gasps of
breath, "you can take me again any time".

"Thank you sir" he said. "You'll know where to
bring your car next time you need anything done".

"You're on" i laughed. "You'd better let me loose
now. I'd better head back"

"Yeah sure sir. Right away".

"The keys are in my jacket pocket" i told him.

"As with the jacket in your car sir?"

"Yes" i replied, acknowledging the problem.

"No worries sir. I'll just climb up and get
them".

Watching him haul himself up was a magic moment
in itself. He had such a fantastic body. I was in
heaven for sure. I heard the car door open then
close.

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Other jaggedhal0 stories...

in the adult/youth category i got 2 stories
but they been put into the 1 directory called
"swimming pool encounter"
4th feb 2007

in the college category i got 1 story
"it should never have happened - but it did"
2nd march 2007

in the encounters category i got 2 stories called
"coach trip to keswick"
10th feb 2007 and
"alan tries cottaging"
24th feb 2007

and in the young friends category i got 1 story
"precum during maths class"
9th feb 2007

they're all true except "it shouldn't have
happened" which was purely fiction
and "alan tries cottaging" which was based on
alan's experiences

hope you like them lol ;)
Comments welcome - but note the 0 in my email/msn
addie is a zero and not an oh