The Garage

Sam had built one of the most respected Mechanic shops in the city.  So when he offered to sell me his business on his retirement, it was hard to refuse. Having worked here 20 years, I knew the shop as well as anyone. Beside being a profitable business, the shop has become part of me. I loved our team, they were like family. I've the years,  Sam had hired a great crew of guys who not only knew what they were doing but were loyal.  It helped that he had hired some of the hottest mechanics in town.

As a young pup, I met Sam at a leather bar over 25 years ago. He was 15 years my senior, but I liked older men. He invited me back to his and I eagerly agreed.  After giving me one of the best fuckings of my life, the next morning we chatted over breakfast and realized we had a lot in common. We both had fathers who were mechanics and grew up in working class neighborhoods. As gay kids, it wasn't really an accepting environment and even a little hostile.  As a result we came out a little later in life. However, growing up around cars, and the men who loved them, had clearly shaped our sexuality. We both were turned on by all things hyper masculine. Things like, the revving of a souped up ford mustang, the feel of leather seats, the shine of chrome on a well cared for motorcycle, and even the smell of cigar were just some of things that got us horny as fuck.

Despite being gay, given our working class backgrounds and fetish, it was not surprising we both gravitated to a career as mechanics like our dad's. We worked at different shops around the city, but we loved working on cars.  It helped that our colleagues we worked with were hot, young, and testosterone fueled men.  Although most were straight, we both had stories of guys who gladly accepted a blow job in the rest room or let us give them some road head when we test drove the cars. Although, this was not that common, and, overall, it was not the most supportive environment for an out gay mechanic.   

Sam and I continued to hook up on an infrequent basis. Over the years he had become a great mentor. He helped me explore my fantasies that included wearing leather, smoking a cigar at truck stop while I blew him, getting fucked over the hood of his car in a parking and lots of road head in different cars.  Often after we had sex we talked about our jobs, and usually ended up talking about how we were tired of how homophobic the environments were.  We fantasized that one day we’d build the gayest repair shop in the city.  Over the years, we talked more about our ideas, until one day he saved up enough to make it a reality. 

A repair shop run by two gay mechanics was an oddity 20 years ago, but it was a winning formula. We were less intimidating to our clientele, which quickly became mostly women and gay men. When he hired me, we agreed our relationship needed to be more professional, although in reality I think it was that Sam didn't want anything serious and just wanted younger men. I was fine with this.  So we returned to becoming just great friends who worked together. We quickly become well known in the gay community.  Guys were always coming to us to get their car serviced… and often more. It was here,  where I met my husband when he brought in his Benz for oil change. 

We slowly grew larger than we can handle,  and so started hiring others to help us out, including Flora, a lesbian mechanic who helped broaden our clientele.  The men we hired were mostly straight but we had a clear bias for hot rugged men, who were good eye candy for us and our customers.  The guys in the shop all knew the score when hired and were all respectful.  Although given the work ethic at the shop, I think they appreciated the company culture, not to mention the admiration they received from our clients, and the occasional fringe benefits. 

Sam initially made it clear that any action was just phone numbers and after hours hookups to occur off site. However I started to suspect that Sam was not living up to his end of the bargain. For starters, he made it clear that whenever a young gay twink came by he was to be given first dibs. And often he would work overtime on these boys' cars. The way these young first time car owners were always nervous around our burly mechanics when they brought in their cars really turned him on.  He liked the intimidation aspect but also knew he was great at making them feel relaxed and safe.  

As one who experienced his charms as a young man myself… I knew he lived for the challenge. His flirtation around these young twinks was electric.  His broad shoulders, gruff grey beard,  dirty overalls and daddy charm always seemed to win them over.  I was sure he got himself a regular supply of young arse and even popped a few cherries.  I always assumed he took them back to his, until one day I came back after work and found him in a compromising position.  

I had come back to get my phone I left in the office.  I saw a car was still in the garage and his motorbike was in the driveway.  For some reason I decided to go into the office from the back so no one would see me.  When I was in the office, I looked out of the office window that faced into the shop and saw he was talking to a young blond client about his car.  The kid had to be 18 or 19, tall lanky with boyish good looks, dressed in a skin revealing  tank top and short running shorts. He was hot and clearly Sam thought so too. 

Sam was leaning against the car, one foot on the tire with knee up,  clipboard in hand, talking to the boy.  This pose showed off Sam's muscular physique to optimum and made him look imposing.  And, the kid looked intimated initially,  but I could see that Sam was talking in his reassuring daddy tone. The boy became more relaxed, almost reassured.  This was Sam flirting magic.  He would lean into his imposing image, but slowly he got the boys to feel safe, like he was some parental figure. Sam knew once you had a horny twink shift from seeing him as scary to someone safe, it was only a little bit further to become fuckable in their eyes. 

Sam could see this twink was more relaxed, his shoulders were down, he was making more eye contact and just smiling more. Reading the cues, Sam started to give him a more intense long stare back in silence, shifting slightly back to be a little intimidating.  He ended with a wry smile and brief wink. You could almost see the shift in the boy’s face as his mind picks up the flirtatious clues. The boy went from relaxed to very aware of his own body, his exposed skin in those short shorts and revealing tank top. Although, you know he came here with the fantasy of being fucked by a mechanic, he was suddenly shocked that this could now be a reality. 

Sam saw what was going on and continued to flirt while talking about the boy's car and repairs needed. I was not sure the boy was listening at this stage as he tried to work out next steps. He shifted closer to Sam, and then, rather clumsily, leaned forward on the hood against his car, putting arse in air and stared into Sam's eyes.  Although not the sexiest move, Sam could read the signals and knew he had caught his fish.  Sam then stood up and casually continued to talk about the car. The boy looked shocked as he thought he was rejected, until Sam came closer to the boy, leaned down, mirroring his stance, to hand him the clipboard for his signature, but then placed his other hand on the boy's arse to support himself. The boy just smiled.

As the boy nervously signed the paperwork, Sam hand began to explore the boy's arse. He ran his big hand up and around those beautiful orbs. He then slowly let them travel down between his thighs feeling his taint. The boy was quiet as they both held their position. Sam's hand then went back up and reached over the shorts elastic band… exposing the boy's jockstrap,  before running his hand back down inside his shorts. You could see the hand move through the fabric as he went for the boy's hole. The movements showed he was aggressively fingering he was giving the boy. From the look in Twink's face he was clearly enjoying it. Sam pulled his hand out, brought the finger to his nose, and took a long sniff. He then fed the boy his finger, who sucked on it longingly.

Sam then stood up and slowly began to unbutton his overalls. The boy mirrored Sam's movements as he stood up to face him.  As the boy watched,  Sam pulled his arms out of his overalls and let it drop over his shoulders and down to his waist, revealing his muscular hairy chest. The boy just stared wide-eyed at Sam, waiting for him to make the next move. He stepped closer to the boy and reached forward to cup the boy's crotch in his hand. With a firm grip on his cock and balls he leaned forward to kiss the boy, who eagerly parted his lips, locking them with Sam's, as they explored each other's mouth with their tongues. 

After an intense embrace,  Sam stepped back, but continued to caress the boy's groin area. You could see the boy's cock grow in his shorts. Sam ran his fingers along the length of the boy's shaft. I was going Sam would pull down the boy’s shorts so I could get a better look, but like the tease he was, he just let go of his groin and took a step back.  As they stared at each other,  Sam slowly opened the zipper of his overall more to reveal his underwear.  Once you had a clear view of his package,  he slowly pulled down his underwear to reveal his dick. 

Sam had a beautiful dick. It was around 8 inches long. I remember it well.  As he pulled it out from its confines,  he slowly retracted the skin that protected his uncircumcised cock, revealing the big beautiful mushroom head. Even from the office I could see the glistening precum coating the head.  I was immediately thirsty again for Sam's dick, but before I could reminisce more,  the boy was on his knees devouring Sam's manhood. 

It was at that moment that I saw Sam look up at the office. We made eye contact.  He just smiled at me  and then, as if for my benefit,  placed hand on the boy's head and leaned back to give me a better view.  He then forced the boy down on his cock and then pulled back. Repeating this slowly, as the boy got more used to his size, he intensified the face fucking. In and out of the boy's eager mouth.  All the while he was just smiling my way.  As I watched,  I realized my hand was on my groin, rubbing my cock through the fabric. 

As I now knew this was also going to be a show for my benefit, I went back to the desk,  grabbed a chair to watch the action.  As I did, I saw one of Sam's cigars on the desk.  Without hesitation I took it. I placed the chair right by the window and prepared the cigar and I lit it. As I exhaled my smoke,  I looked over at Sam and the boy,  making sure he saw that I was prepared for a full voyeur choreographed show. Although I'm sure he was a little pissed I took one of his cigars, yet Sam smiled my way approvingly.  

As I watched, cigar in one hand cock in the other, Sam turned up the heat.  He shifted,  positioning himself so he was leaning against the car looking at me straight on. As the boy continued to work his dick, he leaned down and pulled the boys up by his arse so I got a full view. He pulled the boy's shorts down revealing his glowing white, meaty cheeks. Using both hands he spread those cheeks to give me a full view of the boy's red puckering hole.  Sam just smiled at me,  as I worked my cock even harder at the sight of such a beautiful arse. Sam then began to tease the boy with his finger,  slowly inching in and then going in and out.  The boy's arse was sucking Sam's finger deeper inside, just as his mouth was sucking on his cock.  It was clear this boy wanted a good fucking.

I got to watch this show for a good five minutes as the boy worked Sam's cock and Sam primed the boy's arse. The boy became more distracted as Sam stretch the boys arse more, adding an extra finger and then a third.  As Sam's cock was not getting the attention he needed,  he released the boy from his duties,  and made his way around to arse. As the boy held onto the hood of the car,  Sam knelt down behind the boy and spread his arse cheeks wide before burying his face deep in the boy's hole. All I could see from my angle was the aggressive way the back of Sam's head was working that boy's hole, and by the look of the boy's facial expressions he was hitting all the right spots. After a few more deep dives, Sam stood up and spread his cheeks to give me a great view of the boys now shiny eager hole.

 

Sam then grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down the boy's hole before slapping the boy's arse. Realizing that the view was not so great for me, Sam grabbed the boy's head and turned him sideways, but still bent forward so arse was in the air ready for Sam's cock. I watched as he entered the boy slowly. The fact Sam was struggling suggested that this was a tight fit. The smile on Sam's face and moans from the boy told me it was.  It took some effort but finely Sam was down to the hilt. He paused for a minute while the boy caught his breath before slowly pulling out.  But no sooner than that large head popped out of his hole than he rammed it back in. 

 The boy let out an  initial cry of pain that slowly became a moan of pleasure.  He told the boy to tell him how much he wanted it, which the boy happily obliged.  He screamed out encouragement for Sam to fuck him harder and harder. Sam continued to attack the boy's arse with increasing aggression.  Occasionally Sam would look my way to make sure I was watching.  It was hard for me to look away.  I decided to stand up close to the windows so that he could clearly see me working my cock to his rhythm.

I could tell that Sam was close. So I increased my efforts on my own cock, hoping we'd cum at the same time.  He slowed down his thrust to delay the inevitable. Once he could hold it no more, he gave a few more thrusts and then one final hard thrust before emptying in the boys hole.  He followed up with a few more half arse pumps to empty out before pulling out of the boy. With a few more aggressive tugs on my own dick, I quickly followed suit, shooting my load all over the windows. I looked back out and they both collapsed on the floor, sweaty and exhausted. Sam looked up and smiled. I proceeded to licked my own cum off the window, to give him a show and make it clear I'd love to be over there to help them clean up.  It was then that I realized the boy could potentially see me if he looked over,  so quickly stepped away to not be noticed. 

I sat on my chair exhausted and finished my cigar.  I waited until I heard the boy drive away.  Then Sam came into the office with a huge grin.  I told him how much I enjoyed the show and his cigar. He just smiled. He confessed that a number of twinks have started to come by and they seem to want more than just their car serviced by a mechanic. Well you certainly provided them a service. The issue he said was many liked to do it in shops, like it's some kind of porn set.  I then smiled. I then told him that I understand, and agree it's not, but  if this is to continue maybe we should get a two way mirror for the office, and some extra cigars.  He just smiled and said, great idea.