Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...I must have gone through six cars between 1978 and 1984. I always bought old clunkers for a cheap amount, and because of that, I spent a lot of time hauling them to repair shops.
During the summer of 1980 I owned a little hatch back that never went into reverse. I considered it a quirk since aside from not going backwards, it did everything else just fine. Actually I had the car for almost three months before it ever conked out on me.
One sultry afternoon in late July, I was driving my car down the street and suddenly it began to hitch and jerk and then every damn light on the dashboard glowed until the car came to a rolling stop.
Luckily I managed to break down near a small store that had a pay phone in front of it. Cursing my luck I flipped thorough a dog-eared copy of the Yellow Pages and found the closest car repair shop I could find, Three Amigos Towing and Repair .
I dropped in a dime and called.
About a half an hour later a tow truck arrived.
A very tall man, who I guessed to be in his mid 40's, climbed out of the truck and
made his way ... the closer he got, the better he looked; his salt and pepper hair combed into a sort of pompadour, his face, ruddy, masculine and handsome, and his pants; just tight enough to show that he was packing, but not so much as to cause a scandal.He must have seen me staring at his crotch when he said, "Where's the body?" I laughed a bit too loudly and pointed to my dead auto.
Ten minutes later I was riding shotgun in the pick up truck. The driver wore a crisp clean work shirt with a sewn on name tag that read, "C.B." The short sleeves of his shirt were rolled up revealing impressive biceps that got my blood boiling ... also, his shirt was unbuttoned and I noted a nice tuft of fur that peeked through ... I wanted him to pull the truck over and fuck my brains out. Instead, he asked, "You from around here?"
I told him where I lived and he told me that he grew up not far from the small town that I had grown up .
All the while he talked I noticed his broad smile and his playful eyes ... I also noted that he had on a wedding ring. Just my luck.
We pulled into the service station and as soon as I got out of the truck I saw a striking woman with long black hair storming out of the front door of the garage. She stormed over to the truck and yelled at CB, "Tell that boss of yours that If he so much as sets foot on my door step I'm going to call the police!" And with that she turned and made her way to her car, a BMW. She laid rubber as she pulled out of the lot.
C.B. looked at me and said, "The boss's ex wife, a real bitch if you ask me."
I followed him into the garage's waiting room where he told me to take a seat.
As I waited I absently glanced up at the black and white television that was bolted to the wall. A rerun of Bewitched played.
Just then, another employee strolled in and smiled at me. He seemed a bit younger than C.B. but he was built just as nice. I saw his name was "Mac" and he asked me to fill out some papers.
As I jotted down the information needed, I stole a look at Mac. He had a conservative hair cut, a great body (from what I could tell) and a gorgeous bubble butt that was accentuated by the work pants he wore.
"Scott will be out in a minute to talk to you as soon as he takes a look at your car, make yourself comfortable, there is coffee if you want some", and with that, the handsome stud picked up a pile of papers and left the waiting room.
After he left I found myself day dreaming ... Stu was long gone, New England ... Andy was in New York City and Chris was still working at the warehouse. I was ready to get on with things, to get back to school, but I'd made Chris a promise, that I'd wait for him ... so here I was waiting, working a part time job and twiddling my thumbs while the parade passed me by... not that I could really complain, all things considered life was pretty good, and I was living with my folks again, so I did not have to pay rent ...
"OK, are you the one with the hatch back?"
A stocky man with a slight beard asked from behind the counter.
"That would be me" I said.
"Alright, come here, got something to show you".
He stared at me, his face somewhat stern, but it could not hide how handsome he was. He must have been almost fifty, and he was built like a pro wrestler; compact, muscular ... yeah, I always had a thing for "daddies". As I followed him into the garage, I marveled over how broad his shoulders were ... damn, I was getting a hard-on.
"Look here", he said pointing down at my car's engine which was now revealed as the hood was up, "See those hoses? That's your problem, son, those bastards are holier than Vatican City."
I laughed, maybe a bit too much, but his joke struck me as funny.
He ignored my guffaw and began yanking at something deep within the recesses of the engine. I bent down closer to get a look ... a bit too close as it turned out, as he lost the grip on whatever he was pulling and his arm shot back rapidly causing his elbow to smash me in the face.
It hurt like hell, and the force of the impact knocked me to the floor.
"JESUS, SON!" he said genuinely alarmed, "Are you alright?"
He immediately crouched down in front of me, and gently cradled my head, "I am so sorry, oh man, I am so sorry".
"I'm OK," I said a bit stunned as he continued gently holding my head.
"CB!" He barked, "Get me some ice and some towels, pronto!"
"Can you sit up?" He asked, his eyes so gentle and caring that I wanted to just get lost in them.
He helped me up and over to a bench and sat next to me. and brushed the hair from my forehead and studied it...all the while, I studied his sweaty, furry chest that I could see through his open work shirt. His nipples were erect and looked like they could cut glass ...
"Are you beating up the customer's again, Scott?" CB asked carrying some towels and a bucket of ice.
Scott looked up at him with a no nonsense expression, but nonetheless, CB smiled at him and handed him the towels and set the ice bucket down next to the bench, "I know a good lawyer", he said winking at me as he left the room.
"I've known him for years", Scott said as he took one of the towels and filled it with ice, "He's always been a comedian".
Then he put the towel to my forehead and pressed firmly where earlier his elbow had connected. I could feel a dull pain as he did this, but the cold from the ice felt great.
"Come on, let's go to my office, there's a sink you can wash up a bit", he said. And I as I prepared to stand up, he put a beefy hand on my knee and squeezed it. I glanced down and smiled and then saw that his work pants were tenting. I gulped and looked away.
The office was very cool, a box air conditioner hummed merrily from the wall. In the bathroom, I saw a pretty healthy bruise on my forehead, but other than that, nothing really disturbing. Nonetheless, I washed my face and hands and then went back to the office.
Scott was standing near his desk with the ice towel. His face still full of concern, "Do you want me to call someone, do you need to go to the hospital?, he asked.
I shook my head and said, "Just give me the ice and get my car running, and we'll call it even".
Suddenly he smiled, and his handsome, rugged faced seemed to glow, "CB and Mac are working on your heap, should be ready in about an hour", he said sitting down at the chair behind his desk. "Why don't you relax? Would you like a drink?"
He poured us two glasses of whiskey and then sat back and for a while we made small talk. I found out that CB, Mac and Scott had known each other for some thirty years, and had started this business with money the three of them had pooled together. I also found out that CB was married with two kids, Scott was in the middle of a messy divorce, and Mac was single.
He was working on his second glass when he asked me if I had a girl.
"No", I replied plainly and with little explanation.
"Smart guy," he said, "they are nothing but trouble". And with that he stood up and once more I saw that he was sporting a major hard-on.
I was feeling brazen so I just said what was on my mind, "So, Scott, that's a hell of a piece you seem to be packing".
He smiled back and said softly, "Never had any complaints".
And then he got up from behind the desk and took his shirt off. It took me a minute to drink in his magnificent chest. It was rock solid, hairy and made my mouth water.
I put my drink down instantly and made a dash for him. He did not say a word as I grabbed him and started nuzzling his chest. He smelled of Old Spice and sweat.
I licked at the sweat for a bit, and then instinctively made my way to his tits and started nibbling on them until I felt his hand pushing my head in closer. Then I bit his left nipple lightly and heard him say softly, "That's a good boy".
He pulled me back by my hair and then forced his mouth onto mine and began kissing me violently. My head started spinning and I went with it ... he tore at my t-shirt and ripped it from me and then stopped for a second looking at my naked torso; "Nothing like some young flesh."
With that he pushed me down to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch.
I wasted no time and unzipped his pants yanking his thick weapon out and attacking it like the horny bastard that I was.
"Oh, son, that's how it's done", he said sighing
I pulled off for a second, "Can I get a free set of white walls?"
He chuckled and said, "Keep sucking like that, and I might give you a Cadillac".
I went back at his cock and gave him the best blow job I could. I knew he was digging it, because he started shoving himself into me, almost knocking me down to the floor.
Then he stopped for a second and told me to get up. He then said, "Wait, just a second", and with that he picked up the phone on his desk, pushed a button and said, "I'm gonna' be busy for a bit, no calls". And then he hung the phone back up and smiled at me and said, "Now let me have a look-see at that cock of yours".
In a flash, he yanked my jeans down, shoved me onto the sofa and started sucking on my cock.
It may have sounded like a cliche, but all I could do was say, "Oh yes, Daddy!" And with that his hands went up to my tits which he started tweaking.
I closed my eyes and felt myself being drawn into the pleasure that Scott was inflicting on me.
He continued blowing me, and I found my self shifting on the sofa, my legs kicking and my body wracked by bliss ... he was doing crazy things to my cock, his tongue seemingly wrapping itself around it and sending me over the rainbow.
And then, as if the cock sucking wasn't enough, he started fingering my ass ... and that was all I needed. Once he had a couple of digits inside of me, I let out a yelp and shot my load into his mouth.
Out of breath and covered in sweat, despite the air conditioner, I pulled him up to me, and kissed him, tasting my cum in his mouth. He kissed me deeply and urgently and held me tight.
And then he said, "Mind if I have your ass?"
I nodded my head and said, "Fuck me raw".
He shifted himself over me and said, "I want to see that beautiful face of yours while I'm fucking you".
Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...
While the muscular mechanic was righteously pounding me into kingdom come, his pals starting to get it on. CB never took his eyes off us, as he grabbed Mac and shoved him down on his cock. The smaller man, obliged his pal and started sucking off the tall stud with the pompadour.
Now my brain was filled with all kinds of erotic overload; being fucked by this seemingly straight, middle aged gas jockey while I watched a married man getting head from his buddy ... man, what had the sexual revolution wrought?
For a few minutes, the only sounds were heavy breathing, groans, and grunts blunted by the calming hum of the air conditioner.
Then I heard CB say, "Time to get fucked", and I turned my head and
watched as Mac hunched over, Scott's desk, offering up his bubble butt to CB.I turned back to Scott and saw that he was long gone, his face serene yet determined, the muscles in his arms bulging, his chest heaving. Suddenly, he glanced down at me and said, "How's it feel?"
"The best I've had in a long time", I replied. And he smiled at me leaned forward, and once more he kissed me.
Now I felt my cock swelling again and I was about to reach for it and begin jacking it, when all of a sudden, Mac was sucking me off.
On his knees by the sofa, the hunky stud was blowing me, while CB arranged himself to continue fucking him. I made eye contact with the tall man, and he gave me a wink and big smile and then said, "Alright, here it comes again!" and then started to pile drive his buddy.
It was so intense, in that every time Scott thrust into me, it would drive Mac's head down harder onto my cock ... I was in fucking heaven!
I was so overcome by the smell of musk, sweat, and sex that I felt myself almost overwhelmed by everything. No matter where I looked there was flesh, and it was beguiling and exciting.
Just then Scott let out a hearty, deep groan and he yanked out of my ass, and shot a monster load of juice all over my chest, and Mac's head ... this was followed by CB yelling out, "MOTHER FUCKER" as he creamed into Mac's ass ... and then, Mac growled in pleasure until finally, I had another orgasm, this time shooting my load into Mac's mouth ... and all the while, Scott smiled down on me, his face scarlet and dripping in sweat.
And then finally, the four of us just lay there in a heap on the sofa, gasping for breath.
***
An hour later, I was still in Scott's office, Mac and CB were back in the garage finishing up on my car. Scott gave me a t-shirt to wear that read, "Three Amigos" since he had ruined my shirt earlier in the day.
"So," he said eyeing me up, "What are you doing tonight?"
"Not a thing", I replied already feeling my cock starting to stir again.
"How would you like to share a Spartan meal with a lonely divorced man?"
I was about to answer him when CB peeked his head into the office and said, "OK, hot-stuff your car is ready".
I looked back over to Scott and met his eye and said ...
