It was another extremely hot summer day, and there I was standing out in the yard watching my mechanic as he laid on his back, halfway under my Nissan Altima, working feverishly to get my rotor off. His name was Dan, and he and I had gone to the same high school in our very small town. Although he had graduated years before me, I had met him several times through various acquaintances over the years, and I had come to know him as the guy that fixes cars in his yard, or Dan the mechanic. Dan was a true stud of a man. He always wore his hat backwards over his long hair. Sporting a tank top and dirty jeans, his arms were tan and muscled with several tattoos that covering his biceps. He had a clean shaven handsome face, and his blue eyes glistened when he spoke "This damn thing almost welded itself onto your wheel!" He said as he dropped my old rotor on the ground next to me after showing me the round rusted object like a prize. I stood there looking at him sheepishly, my youth and ignorance showing as I cocked my head at him and said "Oh is that bad?"
Now I had just graduated High School earlier in the year, and I really hadn't been taking care of my car at all until now. I Just started working at the local grocery story to make some extra money before starting college in the fall, and It was obvious that I needed new brakes because you could hear my car squealing halfway across town every time I had to stop.
When I dropped by Dan's house that morning on my way to work I was really hoping he would have the time to help me fix the incessant squealing. I had on my work uniform, a black collard shirt and khaki pants, and my hair was combed back. I had looked at myself in the rear view mirror before getting out of my car to walk up to the house. My face was rosy from the heat, and sweat was already beading up under my shirt. I looked like the kid you see working behind the counter at the grocery store, unimpressive, 5'10 with rusty brown hair and a baby face. When Don came to the door I immediately regretted my decision to stop by while wearing my work clothes. He was much more attractive than I had remembered and he gave me an annoyed look like I had just interrupted something important. When I told him what was happening he didn't hesitate to have me pull it up into the yard.
After getting my car up on jacks and pulling off the front tires, Dan told me I'd would definitely need some new rotors and break pads. I scrunched my face and said "Oh no, how much is that going to cost?" Nonchalantly and with a flash of his big blue eyes he said "Well I have the parts, but it's going to be at least $250 bucks". I stood there silently "You think you can swing that?" he said, now standing in front of me wiping his hands with a greasy rag. "I guess. I really don’t have a choice now” I replied, glancing at his biceps glistening in the sun, my thoughts now drifting to how much I wished I was not wearing my work uniform, and how much I'd like to feel those biceps and his greasy hands on my ass. "Not really. Do you need to go to work or something?" he said, seemingly noticing my outfit fro the first time. "Yeah I have to be there by 2. Do you think you can be done by then?" He paused thoughtfully "I'll need to finish it later when it's not so hot, you can come inside if you want and cool off”. Not sure what to do I casually followed him inside to get something to drink.
The house was a typical greaser party house. Much like the yard It was filled with random stuff haphazardly placed everywhere. Beer cans and pot paraphernalia littered the coffee table. I followed him into the kitchen and he handed me a beer from his empty fridge. "Oh I can't, I've got to work" I said declining the offer. "Well I'd call in" he said insisting that I take it. "Yeah I guess I'd better" I yielded, taking the cold can of cheap beer, opening it and drinking it down with ease. Leaning on the counter he watched me drink with a look of amusement as he sipped his "You want another one?" I relented throwing my empty one in the his overflowing trash can in the corner and taking another one from the fridge as he opened it for me. He was such a stud and I felt myself willing to do pretty much anything he asked.
"You know I've heard a few things about you" he said, surprising me with a big grin on his face "You have?" I said nervously leaning back against the counter and looking over at him and noticing how he was standing, like he was taking me in for the first time "Nothing bad" he paused and took a big drink of beer, finishing the can and crushing it and then throwing it across the kitchen into the trash pile "Just that you are into dudes". I froze. "I mean that's what I heard anyway" I was feeling hot all over and I gathered up some courage and answered "Well yeah I guess that's sort of obvious isn't it?". He chuckled a bit as he walked by me into the living room and sat on his couch "You smoke?" he called back to me while loading a pipe on his coffee table. "Yeah sure" I answered softly taking a seat adjacent to him in an empty chair. "I need to call into work first" I said shooting up awkwardly and walking out onto the front porch to make the call to my new manager. My mind was racing. What was he hinting at? Was this hot mechanic coming onto me?
When I walked back inside Don was sitting back on his couch looking relaxed and flipping through some apps on the giant flat screen TV that sat on the big dresser against the outer wall. "Close that door" he said gruffly, and I shut the big door behind me, noticing for the first time how dark it was without the daylight pouring in. He handed me the glass weed pipe and I took a hit and immediately felt higher than usual. He had gotten me another beer, and I graciously took it and popped the top and sat back feeling a little woozy. I looked down as my eyes adjusted to the dark and noticed some white stuff in a small pile on the table next to some small nuggets of pot and I immediately suspected that I there was more to the way I felt than just a normal weed high. I looked over at the big screen and nearly fell out of my seat. There playing in full color was this big muscular middle aged stud completely naked standing there in a bedroom getting his cock sucked by a much younger eager girl as she kneeled before him wearing only lace panties. I felt my face flush, and I dared to look over at him, my dick stirring in my pants at the realization of what was happening. He sat back rubbing his crotch, looking at the scene being played. He loaded up the pipe again and handed it to me. I took a big deep hit, feeling euphoric and wanting to immediately drop my pants. "How do you like that?" he said to me and I sat back in a daze watching the porn and feeling the room get warm.
I turned my head away from the screen to look over at him sitting on the couch. I let out an audible gasp, a bit surprised at what I saw. I took a deep breath and felt my dick getting hard in my khakis as I watched him sit there stroking his rock hard cock, his fly wide open, revealing his big bush of pubic hair and a pronounced tan line,. I noticed his big muscled bicep flexing before me as it held his meaty, at least seven inches of cock. "This stuff makes me so fucking horny" he said, trying to explain away his behavior,. We both took another hit as I glanced at it standing there between his legs when he handed me the pipe. I took a big hit and felt the rush again, and I stood up and took my shirt off then undid my slacks, dropping them to the floor and then pulling off my underwear. “You are so fucking hot!” he said watching me undress while playing with his cock. “You gotta let me see that ass!” he said as I walked over to him and let him feel my buns as I kneeled down beside him and went in to take a hold of his beautiful erect prick. Its head was massive as I licked it first, feeling it pulsate against the tip of my tongue. I felt like I was in a trance as I gobbled him fully into my throat, my ass was being completely ravaged by his callused greasy hands. “You like that don’t you?” He asked me, his one hand on the top of my head as his other hand wrapped around my sweet little butt cheek as he fingered my little wet butt hole. After a good while of sucking he said “Oh man don’t stop!” and after a few rapid breaths, I felt his warm load bursting from the big dumbbell head of his dick, my mouth fully on it. As I sucked him from the base all the way up I pulled it into my mouth, tasting the salty semen fill my mouth and drip down my lips onto his shaft. He writhed in ecstasy holding my head down onto it as I ingested as much as I could take in my young eager mouth.
During the excitement I had started to stroke myself. I wiped my face and sat back to cum on my stomach. My 6’’ cock not nearly as glorious as his erupted all over me while I thinking of how hot It was that I had just sucked off Dan the mechanic and now I was naked on his couch, my mouth dripping with his semen.
We both cleaned up with an old dirty shirt of his and he told me he had never done that before with a dude. I told him I wouldn’t tell and he flashed a grin at me as I put on my work uniform feeling more awkward than before having just been naked in front of him.
Dan eventually changed out my rotors and brake pads that afternoon after we had exhausted ourselves drinking and watching TV. Me thinking about how I’d do it again if he’d let me and how I’d let him do more if he wanted to. He later waved goodbye to me as I drove away, but not before saying that I should come by again that next weekend if I wanted to hang out. Oh I’d definitely be coming by again but I wouldn’t be wearing my work uniform I thought as I drove down the road back home to my moms house, slightly guilty for skipping work but still feeling all the feelings of a job well done.
