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Two o’clock in the afternoon and my dick was hard in my jock strap as I texted Joe “Right by your house. Wanna fuck?” It took about two minutes for him to answer the text. “YES!!” I put the car into drive and headed over. Knowing his partner’s schedule, I knew we would have about three hours of fucking ahead of us before he got home. When Joe answered the door he was surprised to see me dressed in scrubs with my hospital badge on. “Are we going to play doctor?” “We can if you want,” I said, “but I’m dressed like this 'cause it was the only way to get out of the house. I told Tom I picked up an extra shift. He thinks I’m at work.” “Nice,” he commented as he slipped a finger in my waistband and pulled me close to him, kissing me hard. As we kissed he untied the drawstring on my pants and let them fall to the floor, rubbing my ass and snapping the elastic of the jock against my cheek. He moved his hand to the front of my jock and took great pleasure in knowing my pre-cum was flowing. Joe snared a strand of pre-cum from my cock head, and fed it to me. “Mmmmmmmm,” I said tasting my sweet cum mix with his salty skin, but adding “I’d rather taste yours though.” With that he pushed me down to my knees, undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled out his thick seven inch cock. As it slid on my tongue I could taste his excitement. He forced my head down to his thick bush, making me gag a little on the head of his cock. Every time that I coughed on the size of his cock it would make him harder and harder. After a few minutes of sucking him to a rock-hard state, he lifted be up, took my scrub top and the t-shirt under it off. I managed to get my pants off using only my feet. He leaned me over the back of the couch and spent a few moments feeling the warmth of the crack of my ass. “You know just what I like: jockstrap, sneakers and tube socks.” He loved those striped gym socks from the 70’s that came-up to the knee. Joe knelt behind me, shirtless, his jeans undone, and started to furiously tongue my ass. He had one of those tongues that could go deeper than some dicks. He was a sloppy eater too, getting his spit all over the crack of my ass to the point that it would run down my legs so there was never the need for lube when Joe fucked me. He obviously loved eating ass, because I could see his rock hard cock sticking out of his jeans. After I was good and wet, Joe stood up and positioned his thick cock at the entrance to my ass with the order “Push back on it boy.” Slowly, I pushed against the couch and felt his cock slide into me. It seemed like an eternity as I slowly got used to Joe’s mammoth girth. Finally I could feel his bush against my ass his long heavy balls touching mine, which earned me the remark “Good boy.” At first Joe started out slowly pumping his cock in and out of me, sometimes letting it slip all the way out and shoving it back in, making me whimper a little as my ass had to stretch out again around his cock. As he fucked me he picked up his pace and his pre-cum was taking over the job that his spit had started. The more he fucked me the faster he would go and the more pre-cum he would produce. Every time he pulled away and slammed back into me I could feel his pre-cum and spit spatter between us. My whole ass and his entire crotch were covered in a mixture of pre-cum, spit and ass juice. I knew what was coming next from past experience with Joe. As he got closer to coming he fucked me so hard that it bordered on violence. He had no regard for any pain or discomfort that I might be in and only cared about releasing his load within me. This was when I loved getting fucked by him the most. Faster and faster the strokes came. Every now and then he would accidentally pull back to far and his cock would pop-out completely, and then he would shove it back in with a tremendous force. I could feel our juices dripping down my legs as he grunted “Fucking little slut. Fucking little bitch. Who’s fucking whore are you?” “You are, Sir.” “Fucking right. You’re my whore. My little fucking whore.” Suddenly his strokes got even harder and faster until he slammed into me and pinned me against the back of the couch and held me there. I could feel his balls emptying into my ass. After the first few initial spurts he did a few slow strokes in me to get the rest of the load out, shuddering as the head of his enormous cock rubbed along the inside of my ass. Once he fully withdrew, he snapped out the same order he always gave, commanding “Clean it off bitch.” Instantly I spun around and knelt in front of his dripping engorged cock and took it in my mouth. I could taste his cum, his spit and my ass all mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail. Suddenly I could taste his piss in my mouth. He always gave a little warning shot before giving me the full stream. “Don’t spill any bitch.” He let go with a hot stream in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, which earned me a bit more praise: “Good boy. Stand up.” As I stood he cupped the front of my jock with his hand and licked of the copious amount of pre-cum that had gathered during my impalement on his cock. He kissed me, backing my up to the couch and pushing me over so that my legs were in the air and he had full access to my used hole. He pulled by throbbing cock out from under my jock and let it rest against me as he stuck two fingers in my sore hole. Each time he went in and massaged my prostate, my cock would jump. I went to reach for my cock and got slapped across the face. “That’s my cock to play with, not your's, Bitch. Touch it again and I’ll have to restrain you.” To make sure I didn’t go for it again, I put my hands behind my back and just let him pleasure me. It seemed like forever as he played with my hole and stroke my cock using the cum he had deposited within me. He would get me almost to the point of coming and then let my cock go before I had the chance, repeating this over and over until he knew that the next time I would have no choice but to spew my load all over his living room. Then, just before I blew, he leaned over, took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off, even as he continued to finger my ass. It was all too much for me and I suddenly felt myself coming in his mouth. Once he was sure I was done, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me up to a sitting position. He then kissed me and released all of my cum into my mouth. We must have kissed for ten minutes, exchanging my load back and forth between our mouths. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up so you can go to work,” he remarked, enjoying the lie I would give Tom. Of course once in the shower he got hard again so he pinned me against the wall and again impaled me with his thick member. As my hole was swollen from his first attack, the pain was unbelievable, but so was the pleasure. Being a bit of a sadist, he took great pleasure in knowing how painful it was for me as he fucked me faster and faster. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment of his fucking, he came in my ass, remaining lodged in my hole until he went soft. Upon withdrawing, a pool of blood and cum dumped out of my ass onto the shower floor. And, as before, he commanded me to swallow his cock until it was thoroughly cleaned. We were in the living room and I was getting dressed when he asked what I was going to do with the rest of my evening. Normally, my partner wouldn’t see me until the following morning. “Guess I’ll go get a bite to eat and see a movie or three,” I said. “I got a better idea. Bend over.” Thinking he wanted to fuck me again, I remarked “We don’t have time for another session.” He slapped me across the face. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.” I bent over the couch, wearing only my jock. “Spread your ass.” I spread my ass and suddenly there was a camera flash behind me. “Got it. Get dressed.” As I got dressed he explained his plan. “I’m going to make a Craigslist ad for you and you’re going to go to whatever address I tell you for the rest of the night. After every stop the guy will take a pic of your hole and send it to me. Once I feel you’ve been fucked enough, I’ll send you a text letting you know that I’m satisfied. At this point you can go home, go eat, or do whatever you want.” When I was finished getting dressed, Joe told me to go to the grocery store down the street from him and wait in my car for instructions. It was about a half hour when I finally got an address texted to me from Joe. I couldn’t help but get hard in my jock again thinking about what or who might be awaiting me at this mysterious address. The address ended up being a mechanic’s shop that I recognized from their advertisements in the local gay magazine. As I pulled into the lot one of the bays opened and a man in his early 50’s wearing a blue mechanic’s overalls unzipped almost to the crotch motioned for me to drive in. Once my car was in the bay the giant steel door closed behind me and the man opened my door and asked “Are you Joe’s whore?” “Yes Sir,” I replied as I got out of the car. He smelled like he had worked hard all day and my eyes couldn’t help but to follow his open zipper down his hairy body to a little patch of pubes sticking out where the zipper came together. “Good answer. Get undressed to your shoes socks and that jock I saw in the pic.” I did as instructed and the mechanic took a minute to fondle me briefly and check out the merchandise. “Follow me.” The mechanic led me to a back room that was dimly lit, all around us were shelves of car parts and in the middle of the room was an empty engine hoist. He took a piece of steel chain that had a clasp at one end and a big ring at the other and put it around my chest. He got the chain pretty tight on me then hook the clasp onto a link of the chain and the ring dangled from the center of my chest. He then pushed me back towards the engine hoist and hooked the ring to it. The whole time he was getting me ready I could see his massive cock growing in his overalls. Once I was secured to the hoist, he unzipped his overalls the rest of the way, slid them off his shoulders and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was longer the Joe’s and about the same enormous girth. “You still got Joe's load inside you?” “Yes Sir.” “Push a little of him out or this is going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.” With that the mechanic lifted my calves onto his shoulders and I carefully released a little bit of Joe’s cum. “Good boy.” The mechanic rubbed his hard cock all around my ass and then with one hard motion shoved his cock into my swollen sore hole. I couldn’t help but scream, but he didn’t care all it did was make him harder the more that I screamed. “Yeah, fuckin’ little whore. Like hearin’ you scream like a little bitch.” I would have thought that Joe’s cum would have lubed my ass up better, but there was still a lot of friction between the mechanic’s cock and my innards. With every pump inside of me my cock oozed out more and more pre-cum until it looked as if I had pissed myself. After a good twenty minutes of non-stop pounding the mechanic let out a big scream and I could feel his load shooting inside of me. He didn’t wait to go soft inside of me, instead he pulled his cock out, wiped it off with a blue shop towel and threw it on the floor. He then came over and undid the chain around my chest. “Lean up against that bench over there so I can send Joe his pic.” “Yes Sir.” I bent over the bench and spread my cheeks until I saw the flash of the mechanic’s camera. He led me out to the bay where my car and clothes were waiting for me. As soon as my ass was covered he opened the door and walked back in towards his office. I got in my car and checked my phone for Joe’s instructions. He sent me a text with my latest pic and told me to go to an adult theatre in a seedy part of town. I was to go to the part of the theatre that had the private booths and enter the third one on the right. Arriving at the theatre, I found the third booth on the right and opened the door. A tall skinny redhead was standing in the room playing with a guy’s cock that had come through the glory hole from the booth next door. “Who owns you?” “Joe does. He sent me.” “Lock the door, then come over here and help this guy out.” He waved the partially hard cock coming through the wall at me. I slid the lock in the door and reached for the cock in the wall. The redhead grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face towards the cock. “Suck it you stupid bitch.” I took the cock in my mouth. It was obvious from the saltiness and the pungent odor of sweat that this was somebody who worked outside all day and was just getting off before going home. While I sucked on the cock in the wall, the redhead undid my drawstring and my pants fell to my ankles, murmuring to himself “Nice.” He then spat on my hole then jammed a few fingers in. The next thing I heard was his pants unzipping and him spitting on his cock. Then he slammed the entire length of his cock into my hole, making me tense up and squeeze his cock with my sphincter. “Relax whore. It's not like you haven’t had any cock in there recently.” With him still balls deep inside of me I slowly relaxed and he started to fuck me hard and fast. All the cum from the earlier deposits was sloshing around and making his dick super slick. Meanwhile, there was no longer any question about how hard the cock in my mouth was: it was rock hard and the guy's balls were growing tighter and tighter against the base. Behind me the redhead was breathing hard and telling me how he was going to pump my ass full of jizz. After a few moments more the redhead came in my ass, yanking out his hard cock once he was done pumping his load in me. “Clean off my cock and get that cock inside of you.” As I started to suck the redhead I positioned my ass on the cock coming through the wall and backed up onto it until my ass was firm against the wall. The anonymous partner then started to fuck me hard and it wasn’t long until I heard him moaning on the other side of the wall while his cock pumped another load in me. “Now clean of his cock while I get a pic for Joe.” Once again the familiar flash went off behind me as I cleaned off the stranger’s cock, followed by him unlatching the door and exiting with the door wide open for everyone to see what a whore I was. Just then the manager of the theater happened to walk by and came into the room. He cleared his throat and I stood straight up with a startle. “We don’t allow that sort of thing in here. You’ve got two choices as I see it: I call the cops or I fuck you before you leave.” I didn’t say anything; I just bent over in front of the manager exposing my used hole. “Fuckin’ whore, I knew you’d choose that.” He unzipped, letting his hard cock flop out and hit my ass. He stuck a few fingers in my hole and spread some cum around my hole then he shove his cock in and went to town on my ass. It didn’t take him long before he was squirting jizz in my hole. After he had pulled out and I had cleaned off his cock I asked, “Can you take a pic and text it to my owner?” “Fuck yeah, why not?” I bent over and he took a pic of my ass to send to Joe. This time I was quick to get my pants up and followed the manager out of the booth. When I got back to the car and sat down I could feel my sore hole under me. It was aching from all the use it was getting. I was half hoping Joe would be satisfied when I received his next text. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU LET SOMEBODY USE MY PROPERTY WITHOUT ASKING!! THAT’S GONNA COST YA!” About fifteen minutes later I got a text from Joe. It was to an address on the western edge of town and message saying to speak to Bill at the gate. I put the car in gear and got on the highway headed for my next assignment. To my surprise the address led me to the gate of the state prison. I pulled up to the guard shack and a uniformed officer came out. “Can I help you son?” “I’m looking for Bill.” “I’m Bill.” “Joe sent me.” A smile crept over Bill’s face. “Just a minute.” Bill went back inside the guard shack and talked with the other two guards sitting inside. They both got up and got a good look at me before Bill came back out with the instruction “Park next to that black Chevy over there and I’ll let you in. Make sure your pockets are empty and leave your keys in your car.” I drove over and parked next to a lifted Chevy truck. Then I placed my wallet, keys and phone in the glove box and got out of the car. Bill was sauntering over as I got out. “Put your hands against the vehicle and spread your legs.” Upon hearing this I instantly got hard in my jock again. Unfortunately, Bill was only making the request in order to search me. He patted me down everywhere and when he felt my erection under my pants he said under his breathe, “Fuckin’ faggot.” Once he was satisfied I wasn’t carrying any potential weapons he motioned for me to follow him. We walked for a while passing through two chain-link gates and finally into a building made of concrete block. Towards the end of a long hall we entered an office door with a plaque that read 'WARDEN'. Inside was a modest office suite with two chairs facing the desk, “Sit here and wait for the warden.” I sat down and Bill left the office, locking me in behind him. My erection was still going strong at the thought of being fucked by a warden in a prison. Little did I know what the warden had in mind for me. After a few minutes had passed I could hear shoes against the concrete hallway stop outside the door and then the tumblers in the lock start to turn. The door opened to reveal a mid-fifties man in a suit and tie who proceeded to walk over to the corner of the desk and sit with his legs apart so that one was on the floor and the other dangled off the edge of the desk. This position allows for the thin fabric of his pants to rest tightly against what looked to be an enormous cock and balls. I could help but stare at this man’s big package. He lifted my head by my chin to meet his gaze. “Joe said you were a whore.” “Yes Sir.” “He also said you needed to be punished for letting a stranger use his property.” “Yes Sir.” “Best way I can think to make a whore quite giving it away is to use it up.” “I don’t understand Sir.” “You will, but first I want to use that ass while it’s in one piece.” The warden got up and sat in his big leather office chair. “I want you completely naked and on your knees in front of me.” “Yes Sir.” I stripped and knelt in front of the warden who, meanwhile, had unzipped and pulled his big cock and balls out of his pants. I was absolutely fascinated by his balls as they were bar far the largest, lowest hanging set of nuts I had ever seen on a man. In fact they actually came out of his fly and draped down to the point that they rested on the leather of the chair. “Play with my balls while you suck my cock. I like ‘em pulled on.” Happily I obliged the man and started feverishly sucking on his cock while yanking and twisting his big balls. He didn’t say much except to instruct me to slap his balls a little. Whenever I gave them a light paddle with my free hand his cock would jump in my mouth a put out a drop of pre-cum. After a half hour of sucking his cock the warden wanted my ass. He turned me around and had me lean against the desk long enough to spit on my hole and work some of the loads out of my ass to use for lube. While his dick was only five to six inches in length, his mushroom cock head was amazingly large, and was even more menacing as he was wearing a gauge '0' PA through the hole. It felt awesome as I lowered my sore ass down onto this massive mushroom head and his piercing rubbed exquisitely against the inside of my ass. He let me ride it for twenty minutes, just enjoying myself and having a good time. Then he started to swell up like he was going to cum, that’s when he bent me over the desk and started to really fuck me hard. Within ten minutes or so he was pumping a hot load in my hole. He held my head down on his desk as his cock went soft inside of me. As he was waiting to pull out I heard his desk drawer open and then a sharp stick in my right butt cheek. The next thing I remember was waking up against a cold floor and my hands being cuffed together around something metal. As my eyes gradually cleared I was able to make out that I was in the communal showers. I tried to get up, but whatever I had been drugged with still had an effect over my muscles. Suddenly there was an alarming sounding off and what sounded like a stampeded of men coming towards the recesses of the shower where I was positioned. Sure enough, it had been the morning wake-up bell and the first thing the inmates did apparently was head in for a morning shower. Gradually I mustered enough energy to get myself to standing position just as the first of the men came in. They filled the room like swarming cockroaches and I was suddenly surrounded by muscled prisoners who were all laughing at me. “Hey look what the warden got us for good behavior,” said a tall white skinhead feeling the crack of my ass. As he pulled out a finger with shiny cum all over it he laughed and said, “Fuck it’s been used already.” All the men laughed at me as they stroked their morning hard-ons. “Here’s the deal whore, you’ve pissed off somebody pretty badly and you ain’t gettin’ out of here till we all get a chance to fuck you. So bend that ass over and take what you got comin’ to ya.” I did as I was told and the instant my ass opened up a cock was shoved in it. These guys weren’t so much as fucking me as they were using my asshole in place of their hands. One by one every one of shoved his cock into me, pumping furiously until he came. Given that they all had wanted to fuck me, but also had only a few minutes to also get a shower, the line of men moved quite quickly. As each man came, he would withdraw, soap up his softening cock, rinse off and leave. After an hour of constant fucking by a seemly endless number of men, another bell went off and the inmates left as quickly as they had come in. I stayed frozen in the shower, bent over and watching cum and blood pool at my feet. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye was a familiar pair of leather boots. It was Joe, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform. I must have looked surprised to see him. “Yep, I’m a guard here.” In his hands were my clothes. He took a key from his belt and undid the handcuffs. “Here, get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” I got dressed quickly. “Come on.” Joe led me from the showers and out of the prison through various doors and gates until we finally ended up at my car. “Same time next week and next time I whore you out I better only get pictures from people I’ve given permission to be in that ass.” “Yes Sir.”
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This is my first attempt at writing fiction, erotic or otherwise- it turned out a lot longer than I was expecting. Bear with me, though- and let me know if there's anything I could do to improve my style. {Versipellem} The craziest thing I ever did? What the hell, I'll tell you. It started a long while back. Near the end of another hard winter day, freezing my ass off in the workshop ten hours straight. I was finishing up a PCV valve replacement, and my mind was already at Jack's; stool at the bar, my buddies playing pool, and a bottle of bourbon with my name on it. Tightened the valve hose, slotted it all in place, and slammed the manifold shut; midnight, quitting time. Grabbed a rag for my hands and headed out front, only to have a voice pull me up short. "Davis!" It was the night foreman, Hank- had a nasty temper and no time for us mechanics. "Wrench monkeys", he called us in private; was always lying to the boss about us, trying to get us fired if we gave him any attitude. Pushed his head through the side-window, gave me that unfriendly squinty stare of his. "Got one last job for you, Davis- you ain't off just yet." Ugly bastard was always getting my back up, calling me by my last name, for chrissakes. Everyone else, even the owner, always called me Pete. "Come on, man," I tried a grin. "My shift finishes in five; Gary and Steve are gone already." He gave me another dose of that ugly squint. "Guess what, Davis- I don't give a fuck. A fuel filter needs changing- you're the only grown-up wrench monkey on site." My blood boiled whenever he spoke to me like that; chubby fuck probably never lifted a wrench in his life. I got a brief flash of slamming my fist into his face, smashing those giant glasses; but I knew sure as anything if I gave him any trouble, I'd be out a job with no reference, quick-sharp. The way the economy was, I wouldn't have another coming my way any time soon. I unclenched my fists resignedly. "Fuel filter, you say." Could be a quick job, depending. Might make it to Jack's by one; the guys never went home until two. "Carbureted?" I asked hopefully. Hank's face split in a yellow grin. "No such luck, wrench monkey- it's fuel-injected. Guess you're not gettin' home any time soon." Could feel the anger rising, but did my best to keep my voice calm. "That's bullshit! It'll take too long! Plus," I tried to appeal to his rules, "Union regs say if I stay late I get a partner. Two-man job." That yellow grin of his turned into a sharp scowl; I knew if I pushed it any farther, he'd get me for it. So I did my best to pull up a calm, polite face while he hesitated. "Fine," he snapped. "Two man job, alright." Since Gary and Steve were already at the bar, I figured that was me safe; I could do the job tomorrow on day-shift, when Hank wasn't around to make things shitty for me. He smiled darkly. "You can have the new kid, then- he's degreasing parts in the back. Get to work." He yanked his head back out of the window and waddled off, glad to get his nasty parting shot in. I heard him yelling for the new kid, rattling his keys as he got ready to lock up the doors and windows. The new kid. What was his name, I wondered- Jake? Josh? Something like that. Whatever it was, he was seriously starting to compete with Hank as the most annoying thing about the job. Fresh out of some state technical college at twenty one, he strolled around cocky and grinning, like he owned the place. Always slacking off, thought he knew it all, bullshitted when he didn't. Someone needed to tell him a fancy diploma didn't make him a mechanic; at thirty-six, I had twenty years of experience. Problem was, he was that young and good-looking, it made my cock jerk when he strolled by. None of the other guys made a big deal of me being bi; back in the day when I was new on the job it might've been, but by 2010 it was just another quirk, like how Gary drank his whiskey with Red Bull or Steve wore checkered shirts a size too big. Anyway, it was becoming one hell of a problem. Couldn't get too close in case someone noticed the reaction downstairs, if you catch my drift; a seven-inch hard-on gets noticed in the dumb fucking overalls the company makes us wear. In fact, I hadn't worked with him at all, now I came to think about it. I made my way round to Bay Three, hearing Hank's keys jangle as he started locking the doors. I had a quick look over the bulky black Honda I was supposed to change the filter on, before the new kid arrived, walking that same easy lope like he hadn't a care in the world, blond hair tousled as if he'd just rolled out of bed. "Oh, hey," he said. "Pete, right? Steve mentioned you the other day." I nodded at him with a grunt, trying my best not to look anywhere but his face. "I'm Jake," he said, heading round to the hood. "So what we got here?" There was a click from the front as Hank left, locking us in. By the time we got the engine exposed and the car positioned, I had to admit he might know what he was doing. Inexperienced, maybe- but talented; quick and careful hands that went exactly where they were needed. Did my best to focus on the task at hand, instead of imagining those skilful hands down the front of my underwear. "We'll have to relieve the pressure in the fuel line before we disconnect it," I said. I'd hardly finished talking before he was at it; checked the engine was off and took out the fuel pump fuse, giving me a cocky grin and a nod. I'd hardly even clambered into the seat and checked the emergency brake was on before the problem started- I glanced out through the windshield and saw him bending over to grab the new filter. Seeing the way the overalls stretched over his butt was too much; I had an instant cock-stand, swelling under the suit, instantly noticeable. I turned the ignition and the engine started up; the new kid jumped and looked round. I hurriedly looked away; had he seen me checking out his ass? Probably not. I tucked my hard-on away as best I could and waited until the engine stalled before turning it off. I had to get out for the next part, so I grabbed my checking clipboard and climbed out carefully, doing my best to keep my crotch screened. He didn't look like he noticed; he unpacked the new filter while I disconnected the fuel lines from the old one and eased it free. I turned around- only to catch Jake looking away like a jumpy cat. Had he noticed I was hard? Was he freaked out? Shit- the last thing I needed with Hank breathing down my neck was a harassment complaint. It was fuckin' disgusting, but the only thing I could think of- I pulled up an image of ugly-night-foreman Hank showering, feeling sick just thinking about it. That did it- the swelling downstairs eased away a bit as I turned back to Jake, relieved. "Uh, which way does this go?" Jake bent over the hood, fiddling with the filter. "The arrow'll show you," I said, keeping my distance. "Arrow?" he asked. "I don't see one," A little pissed, I leaned past his shoulder and pointed at the arrow on the base, almost hidden between the Japanese characters and logos. "Sorry," he turned his face to mine and gave an embarrassed grimace. We were so close, all I could smell was him; that unique young-guy scent, with a hint of sweat and machine oil from the work. And that mouth of his- it probably tasted better than anything I knew. Before I could stop myself, I got the briefest fantasy of coming hard into that mouth. Goddamn, it would feel so- My cock jerked up instantly, hard and erect, leaping past my underwear waistband and pressing hard against Jake's ass. Oh, shit! I jerked away hurriedly. For an instant I thought about getting the hell out of there, but it was impossible; the job had to be finished, we had to lock up, a dozen chores needed me. I couldn't just leave him on his own- but fuck, what was he going to say? Or do? It'd be difficult to explain to the guys if we ended up in a fight. He kept working as though he hadn't noticed, reconnecting the lines and turning back to me, nothing in his face but open friendliness and enthusiasm. "Go on, give it a shot," he said. For a moment, I thought he'd read my mind; all I could think about was- then he said, "The ignition. Go on, give it a shot." Did he just wink? Half-dizzy, not even trying to say anything, I slid back into the seat and started it, hazily checking it was in neutral and the emergency brake was on. My mind was racing. It was fine. It was going to be fine. Jake was cool about it; he'd just pretend nothing had happened, or maybe he hadn't noticed at all, busy with the engine. We were going to finish up, I'd lock up, then go straight home for a shower and jerk off. That was what I was going to do- I repeated it under my breath. Finish up, lock up, go home, jerk off. Fine. I pushed the starter, and the engine started up straight away. Jake glanced down at the engine then gave me the thumbs up through the windshield. 'Looks like the new filter's doing fine," he said. I turned it off, and leaned against the wall as Jake finished all the final checks, locked up the car and put the key in the office. He strolled back to the car as I headed over, and gave me that cocky grin. "So, we're done," he said, nodding at the clock. "Only fifteen minutes- won't be late after all." He looked up at me, "Unless there's anything else?" Was he- surely- No, that's just damn crazy, my mind said. You're thirty-six, built like a linebacker and divorced, for chrissakes. That was about when I lost it. I couldn't resist anymore. My whole world had shrunk; it was just me, Jake, and my throbbing dick begging for some relief. Whether he was going to slug me, get me fired or call the cops, I had to find out what that mouth tasted like. Even just once. Trying to breathe steady, my hands were up before I could control them; they landed heavily on those firm shoulders, rough fabric under my palms. My pulse was racing; I could hear it throbbing in my ears. Surprise was all over his face; thinking it might be the dumbest thing I ever did, I leaned in and kissed him, feeling that breath. He moved immediately; I guessed it was to pull away, push me, grab a wrench. Instead, his hands wrapped round the back of my head, pulled me in. His lips opened; it was every bit as good as I'd imagined, tasting that sweet mouth, our tongues moving, touching. I pulled away for the briefest of moments, worried, looked at him; there was nothing on that face but fierce lust. He slid his hand over the crotch of my overalls, feeling my cock, squeezing the full length. It felt so amazing, I groaned aloud, reaching for him instinctively. A firm hard cock was straining against the material of his overalls just as urgently as mine was. I couldn't think straight; swamped by tidal waves of lust. In one easy movement, I turned him and grabbed at the fastening of his overalls; in my frenzy to get it open it tore and ripped downwards to his waist. He yanked his arms out of it, panting hard and groaning as loud as I was. In a brief moment of panic I glanced around; but the windows were all barred and shuttered, all the doors were locked. Hank's way of making life harder; I laughed inside at him. Bet you didn't see this, did you, fucker? Jake leaned on the hood of the car, torn overalls round his knees. Underneath them he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans; frantically he unbuckled his belt and I yanked them down with his underwear, exposing that perfect bubble-butt. I could feel myself leaking through the overalls just at the sight- it'd take far too long to get them off properly. I grabbed a pair of shears from the tool-chest beside us and cut straight through the crotch; I was so reckless it was dumb luck I didn't cut myself. I reached through the opening and unfastened my pants, pulled my cock free; the relief was fantastic. It stuck straight out through the tear in the overalls, thick and heavy- it felt like I hadn't come in years. Jake was already stroking himself, rock hard, sitting on the car hood. Did he think we were just jerking off together? No way- I needed more than that. I grabbed him, pulled him to me, tasted that mouth before turning him around. I yanked the top off a can of silicone valve lubricant, greased my thumb and pressed it between his ass-cheeks. He gasped in shock, "Dude, I've never- I mean, not-" I was barely listening, lost in the urgent need. Gently but firmly my thumb entered him, slid up inside him. He groaned aloud, "Oh, man, that's-" I could feel how tight he was- never even had a finger up there before. But he was relaxing more and more, easing the way as I fingered him with the lube, opening him. He was moaning hard, jerking himself. Thank God- I didn't want to stop now. I couldn't. Switching to two fingers, then three, I slid them deeper and deeper, listening to him groan in pleasure, my cock dripping hot pre-cum on his butt. Finally I withdrew my fingers, bending him firmly over the car hood. greasing my dick generously with the valve lube. It felt so hard it'd shatter. I grasped his hips with one hand and pressed forward with the other wrapped around my cock, prodding at his tight, virgin entrance, greased and ready. He gave another jolt of shock, looking back at me. "Oh, man- I've never had a- I can't- we need a rubber and- it'll hurt!" I needed to fuck him more than anything I'd ever wanted- it would be impossible to stop at all, let alone go to find a condom somewhere. I pressed up against him full-length, pulling him upright so his ear was beside my mouth. "Didn't my fingers feel good, boy?" I whispered. "Yeah, man, that was-" he managed, panting. "And doesn't this feel good?" I slid my right hand, thick and oily with the lube, down his stomach, sliding my fingers over smooth muscle to wrap around his hard cock, stroking back and forth. He moaned helplessly, trembling against me as I gave him a firm, steady reach-around, watching the contrast between my hairy, muscular arm and his toned, smooth body. Then I took my hand away. "Don't stop!" he breathed desperately. In answer, I pressed my greased cock between his cheeks, lube and pre-cum leaking into him. "Yes," he breathed after a pause. "Yes what?" I teased, stroking my thumb along the base of his cock. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Fuck me raw, man." I felt myself grinning in triumph, bending him forward over the car, grabbing my cock with my right and sliding gradually into his ass. Goddamn, it felt good- he was tight, greased and clean, tensing at first but relaxing gradually, accepting my dick. I started slow at first, firm but gentle, sliding in and out until he was taking it easily up to the hilt, panting and grunting. Then I started faster and harder, long deep strokes, my balls pressing hard against his ass., his legs pressed against the cold metal bodywork of the car. "Please, dude," he groaned. "Please..." I leaned forward over him, tucking my hand around and grasping his cock, still hard and throbbing. I fucked him hard over the hood, gauging his reactions, slowing down when he winced in pain and speeding up when he groaned for more. Gripping him firmly, I gave him that final slide with my hand, pushing him over the edge; he screamed as he came, splattering across the black, glossy paintwork. This was too good to be true, I told myself. It had to be a dream. But if I had dreams this amazing, this fucking hot, I'd never come to work at all. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I pounded in harder, hearing a loud groan of ecstasy; I was almost surprised to realize it was me. There were fireworks exploding in my head; I plunged in and came in an explosion, crying out, spurting warm cum inside him, pulling out for a moment then plunging in again full-length, wet and slippery and fucking fantastic. We collapsed gently onto the concrete floor, panting hard, his head in my lap. Before we knew it we were both roaring with laughter, delirious and worn-out, catching our breath. Finally Jake laughed, "I thought you were a crabby asshole," giving my sticky cock a long lick. "And I thought you were a cocky little shit," I chuckled, ruffling his blond hair. I waited a moment, thinking, then glanced up at the clock. Nearly one am. Plenty of time to get to Jack's and meet the guys before they headed home, I figured. "I don't know about you," I said, "but I could sure as hell use a drink." So that was how it all started, strange to think about it as years ago now. Funny as hell how life throws you these coincidences sometimes; after all the shit I've had, it was one heck of a surprise to get something good for once. Last Sunday we had a lazy morning in bed when I found myself thinking about that day. "I'm glad I did it," I said to myself. "Did what?" asked Jake, smiling up at me. I grinned happily. "The craziest thing I ever did."
