Hiring new bike mechanic
Waiting outside the garage, Sam and I were taking a break, sharing a cigar, when we saw a new client wheel his motorbike towards the shop. He looked sexy as fuck, with his thick brown beard, leather jacket and boyish face. As he got closer, we both smiled at each other, as we tried to gauge which one of us would help him out. As he got closer we noticed his bike was Black Indian scout, similar to one Sam rode. We both approached him to see how we could help.
As we got closer, he stared intently at both of us, sizing up our large muscular frames. His slimmer toned frame looked small against Sam and I, but he did not seem intimated. I was drawn into his cheeky grin and beautiful big eyes, he held my stare, as Sam asked him how we can help. He looked over at Sam and told him the issues he was having with his bike. He talked knowledgeable about what was wrong and what needed to be done. He added he'd normally fix it himself but heard of our reputation and wanted to do this right. Sam just smiled and replied we always make sure our customers leave content. His smirked back and said that's what I heard.
We told him that it's late and we were about to shut up the shop, so I was not sure if he wanted us to do overtime or wait til morning. He asked how much more for overtime work?… Sam and I just looked at each other and gave each other a knowing glance. I replied, depends on how you want to pay for overtime, as I slowly ran my hand over my growing bulge. If you heard about our shop you knew we take many forms of payment. He just smiled and replied, I guess I'll go for overtime, if you guys are okay with that.
Sam and I looked at each other, we had not done double overtime before but this guy might be worth it. We told him to wheel his bike into the shop and will take a look. As he grabbed his bike, we watched him slowly bring it into the shop. Hunched over his handlebars his jacket road up enough that we got a look at his pert arse stretching his tight jeans. Sam and I looked at each other and smiled. We followed him in and shut the garage doors.
Once his bike was situated, Sam kneeled down and took a closer look at the engine. Our visitor stood close by to watch what Sam was doing. As Sam looked up his face was close to the man's groin. He paused to take a longer look and then looked up at the client, smiling he said, I think we can have this baby purring again in no time. Sam asked me to grab a few tools so he can get started. I ran off to get all pieces he needed to get started.
Sam began working on the bike. He had the client helping him out, asking him to pass tools as they were needed. There was not much I could do, so I continued to smoke my gar, watching the intense chemistry between them. Sam was in full flirt mode, touching his shoulder, making innuendos, and smiling at every chance. The client looked uncomfortable at times but never backed down. My cock was throbbing watching the interaction. I tried to focus on smoking my cigar. I was looking forward to what was to follow. After a few adjustments, a little grease and changing a few parts, Sam said he thought it should be good to go.
I told him to jump on the bike and start it up. He straddled the bike, his large arse spread over the leather seat. He revved the engine, and the bike came alive. The smile on his face said it all. He looked so natural on that bike. Like it was part of him. I walked up to join them, standing close to him. He looked at us both and still smiling, said what do I owe you guys. We said nothing and just smiled at him. As silence grew, his smile started to fade, I took my cigar from my lips, grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. Shocked at first he then leaned in and started kissing me back.
Without missing a beat Sam kneeled down and started to undo his belt, and zipper. While I was kissing him, Sam slowly released the clients raging hard on. Sam smiled. Giving he was fully erect, Sam commented that he was clearly enjoying our work too… and with that he went down on him. The client leaned back on his bike as Sam started to lavish his raging hard on with his bearded mouth. The client put his hands on Sam's head as he bobbed up and down on his cock. I took another hit of my cigar as I watched intently. As I knew too well, Sam was great at giving head, and he had our client moaning like a whore. I reached over and rubbed my hands across the biker’s pert chest feeling him up over his t-shirt. As his nipples got harder I felt the piercing on his chest. I then pulled up his shirt and brough my lips to his pecs, my tongue playing with his nipple ring. The client was in ecstasy as we worked him over, straddled on his bike.
This was my ultimate fantasy… making out with two fucking hot bikers. As Sam brought him closer to the edge, I tapped in and told Sam I wanted to finish him off. Sam gladly obliged, letting go of client's cock. I went down on the client taking his now saliva covered cock in my mouth. I glided up and down on his member, not missing a beat. Sam grabbed the cigar, and took my place as he played with the client's nipples, as he watched as I slurpped down his cock. As I heard him get close, I started to masturabte him with my hand, keeping my lips firmly gripping the head of his cock. Within seconds he released a torrent of cum, shooting down the back of my throat. I lapped up all his cum as best I could, but it was a lot.
I stood up, cum dripping down my beard. Sam came ove, took the gar from his lips and proceeded to clean our clients residual cum from my face. The client watched with a huge grin on his face. I looked at him and said, that covers the repairs but now you need to pay the overtime charges. He looked confused. I grabbed him as I guided him off the bike. I then ran my hands over his firm arse… and told him Sam likes to collect his payment a little differently.
With that I grabbed him by his shoulders and head and guided him down so his head rested on his bike and arse was in the air. As he zipper was down already it wad easy to pull his pants down further. His arse was better than I hoped. I got to my knees and began to work his hole with my tongue. He was tight, but my aggressive tongue worked it's way into his hole enjoying the resistance. Again I had him moaning like a whore. Sam helped me out by spreading his fat cheeks allowing me to go deeper. I loved the feel of my beard caressing his arse while my tongue probed ever inch of his hole. Once it was worked over, I then took my thumb and stretched him wider… making sure he was ready for Sam. I then replaced my thumb with my fingers… stretching his hole deeper and wider
Once I knew his hole was ready … Sam reached over and grabbed some car grease. He then pushed me aside and lathered the client's hole. The boy was moaning, begging for us to keep going. Sam then undid his zipper to pull out his 8 inch cock. Although I've seen Sam many times, his cock size and girth always impressed me. He approached our client and directed his pulsing member to his hole. As he entered the client, he let out a cry as Sam stretched him wider than I could with my fingers. He showed little mercy as he jammed his cock into him. He then slowly removed it, and then rammed it in again. I am sure the client was not ready for this assault but he took it well.
I walked around the other side of the bike and whipped out my cock. Without instruction the client took my cock In my mouth. Supported by the bike seat, Sam and I were fucking him from both ends. I grabbed the gar from Sam to allow him focus on fucking our client. With gar now between my lips, Sam grabbed the clients hips and began ramming his cock in and out with more force. I kept up with Sam's rhythm as I face fucked the client. I got so turned on watching Sam fuck this guy with all his might and showing him no mercy. Before long I was close. I grabbed him by his head and rammed my cock down to the hilt as I shot streams of cum down his gullet. When I was done, I stepped back pulling my spent cock from his mouth to finish my gar. The client looked at me longingly as Sam continued to work him from behind.
I watched as Sam too was getting close. He did a few more aggressive thrusts, rocking the guy and his bike. I grabbed the handlebars to keep them steady as Sam gave one final massive thrust and emptied himself into the bikers hole. The screams from Sam were probably heard down the road. I was not too worried as I knew our neighbors were probably used to this. As Sam continued to release his cum into the biker, he collapsed onto his back as he let out his final loads.
As he recovered, I grabbed a rag to help clean up Sam's cock and the client's arse. I made sure both were nice and clean before they zipped themselves up. The client looked spent and struggled to say anything. I looked at him and smiled. Then I said, looks like we are good here. If your bike ever needs a tune up, you're always welcome back. He just smiled. Sam then, interjected, “actually if you are looking for some work, we could always do with a bike mechanic and you seem to know your stuff. And what you don't know, I'm happy to teach you”. I was a little taken aback. Sam must really like this guy. I then added, we do want to expand into bikes as well as cars. He just smiled and said, “I do hate my current job and love working on bikes. Although I clearly have a lot to still to learn.” Sam just smiled and said, “you can learn on the job and we can always do extra lessons after work”. The biker just smiled and said that sounds like an offer that is hard to refuse. Great, I replied, let's have another cigar and some beers and we can talk it through.
