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My original gay story first published on Literotica. I look forward to any comments or feedback. — TwistedSocks

Mike the Mechanic — Chapter 5
The Third Wheel

The rumble of distant thunder rolled through the mountains as we wandered back down to our packs an hour later.

“I’m starving,” Mike said as he pulled food and beer from his pack. The three of us sat, dangling our feet in the pool. We shared cold chicken and a carton of potato salad until the sun sank below the western mountains.

“It’ll be getting dark in a couple of hours, we should pack up and head back,” Joe said as thunder rumbled again.

We packed up our things and put on our socks, boots, and hats. Slinging our packs on, we headed down the mountain.

About thirty minutes later, a storm rolled in. The wind driving torrential rain into our faces and lashing our naked skin. We helped each other down the slippery rocks, moving quickly while trying to keep from falling. The creek water was slowly rising and turning muddy as we hastened our descent.

Mike’s face betrayed his normal confidence as we approached the valley floor; he had a hint of fear in his eyes. Hurrying down a group of boulders, my foot slipped. It slid off the one I was standing on, and I slammed my knee against another. With a “Crack!”, my foot twisted as it wedged between them.

“Fuck!” I cried out as overwhelming pain surged in my ankle. My companions rushed to help as blood poured from a gash in my knee and washed down my leg in the rain.

Supporting my weight under each arm, they carried me down the rest of the way. Mike pulled off my pack and took a towel from inside. They removed their own packs and helped me into the cab.

“Hold pressure on it,” Mike said as he placed the towel against my knee. I held it as he slid in next to me and closed the door. I felt every bump as Joe drove through the pasture, wincing as each jolt enraged my ankle. After stopping for the gate, we drove the two miles back to Joe’s cabin.

They carried me into the bathroom and set me on the closed toilet. Mike tended to my bleeding knee and carefully removed my socks and boots. After several loud cries and obscenities, he managed to get them off.

My ankle was swollen, and it was clear I needed a doctor. Mike managed to stop the bleeding and bandaged my knee before they helped me to the living room sofa. Joe brought me a pillow and a bag of ice. He set the pillow under my leg and carefully placed the ice around my ankle.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” Mike said, then turned to Joe, “I’ll run home to grab his clothes”

“Take my truck”, Joe said, handing Mike the keys. He walked out as Joe sat down on the edge next to me. “So why did you have to go and spoil the fun by injuring yourself like that?” he asked with a sympathetic smile.

“Trust me, I’d have preferred to finish the weekend playing with you sexy fuckers. It’s been an incredible weekend, until now, anyway. This is going to really screw things up for me If I can’t work. My job depends on my ability to drive, and the shop doesn’t pay me vacation or sick leave. I really need this to be a simple sprain.” Joe carefully lifted the ice and took a look at my ankle.

“I’m not the doctor, but this looks like more than a sprain to me. I’m going to throw on some clothes before Mike gets back, I don’t think they’ll like me running around the hospital bare-assed and balls-out.” He returned a few minutes later, wearing a pair of well-fitting bluejeans and red flannel shirt.

“I prefer the chaps and hat,” I teased, wincing again. Mike returned a few minutes later with my clean clothes. He had dressed in his usual jeans and belt, wearing a black short-sleeved tee. They both helped me dress and get back into Joe’s truck. The storm was still raging, sheeting the windshield and coming down faster than the wipers could fling it off. A crash of thunder briefly drown the rapid ping of rain and hailstones striking the metal roof.

“I put your car in the shop,” Mike said, “there’s plenty of room and I think it’ll be at least a few days until you can drive it.”

“I have to drive to keep my job,” I said, shaking my head in despair. Mike placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling himself close to me.

“We’ll help you through this,” Mike said, as I glanced at Joe and he nodded. I teared up. Mike said nothing, just held me as we drove to the hospital. They helped me inside, where we took seats in the waiting room. The storm was subsiding shortly before the nurse called my name.

A few hours later, I returned, ankle wrapped and knee bandaged. They had given me prescriptions for the pain and swelling. It was fractured and needed six to eight weeks to fully heal; driving was out of the question. Getting into Joe’s truck, we headed back.

“Joe and I talked while you were seeing the doctor. You can stay at Joe’s until you’re back on your feet,” Mike said. “His place has fewer stairs, and he works at home, so he’ll be there when I’m at the shop.”

“You guys don’t need to do this,” I said, continuing, “It’s too much.”

“Bullshit!” Joe said emphatically. “It’s not, and unless you have another option, you’re stuck with us” he said smiling.

I’ve lived alone since being emancipated at sixteen. A short relationship that ended poorly, and a few flings and one-nighters; none of them close enough to ask for help. My family ties were broken; there would be no help from any of them either.

Finally, answering his implied question, I said “no.”

It was just after midnight when we pulled into Joe’s driveway. They carried me into Joe’s bedroom, a large suite with a sitting area, fireplace and massive Alaska King bed. French doors on the far wall led out onto the deck. Mike disappeared as Joe helped me sit in a large, comfortable chair near the fireplace.

“I lived in the old house until it was damaged in eighty-eight, then in my RV while the old house was torn down and this built in its place.” Joe’s home was a large modern log cabin. The center contained a kitchen, living room and dining space with a loft and high gabled ceiling. A glass wall framed the deck and the dark forest beyond. Two large suites bookended the cabin on each side.

“It’s beautiful,” I said truthfully, I’ve never been inside such a beautiful home. Joe smiled and nodded his appreciation as Mike entered the room with an old pair of crutches.

“Right where you said they were, Joe,” he said as he handed them to me.

“We’ll convert the office tomorrow so you’ll have your own space,” He said, “and if you need anything from your place, Mike can get it Monday after his shift. Tonight, we’ll set you up in here with us,” Joe said, nodding towards the massive bed.

“I need to piss first.” I said. Mike helped me up and walked into the bathroom with me. He steadied me as I unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out, and he did the same, we pissed together, amusing ourselves by swinging them and crossing the streams.

“You didn’t invite me?” Joe said in mock disappointment as he walked into the bathroom. “I made up the right side of the bed for you,” he said, speaking to me. “There are pillows to support your ankle, and there is plenty of space for all three of us to be comfortable.” I smiled thinking of being in bed with these two sexy men, my smile faltered as the pain in my ankle rudely brought me back to reality.

Mike helped me back into the bedroom and started undressing me, getting me ready for bed. He stopped at my underwear.

“Do you want those on or off?” he asked.

“I normally sleep naked,” I said.

“Naked it is,” injected Joe, as he returned and stripped down. His dick hanging between his thighs as he stood next to the bed. Mike helped me out of my underwear and gently lowered me onto the bed. Joe held the pillows under my leg as Mike helped me find the least uncomfortable position. He covered me with the blanket, then bent down and kissed me.

“We’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said as he stripped off his clothes and crawled into the bed’s center. Joe, getting in on the right side, reached up and killed the light.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness; soft moonlight from the breaking clouds spilled in through the windows. My ankle throbbed, making for a restless night. I was awake, staring mindlessly at the ceiling when a new sound caught my attention. Mike and Joe were kissing and grinding their cocks together. I carefully shifted, attempting to silently roll onto my side.

Pain shot through my ankle, causing an involuntary gasp to escape my lips. They went silent for a second, and Joe raised his head and met my eyes with his. He smiled, then returned his attention to Mike.

“We have an audience,” Joe whispered before they kissed again.

“Then let’s give him a show,” Mike replied. Joe turned on the light, then dimmed it slightly. He pulled the blanket from their naked bodies as they resumed. Joe whispered something to Mike that I couldn’t make out. Mike nodded. In response, Joe pulled Mike into a passionate kiss then rolled over onto his stomach, spreading his muscular legs wide. Mike moved between his legs, carefully lying down between them. Spreading Joe’s ass with both hands, he began caressing the tender flesh with his tongue. Joe squirmed as Mike’s flicked about his hole.

It was then that I realized I had been holding my hard dick in my left hand. Joe turned his head to face me as Mike continued his work on Joe’s ass. His smile was interrupted with occasional surprise and short gasps as Mike’s tongue teased the sensitive flesh.

Joe’s eyes moved down, focusing on the movement beneath the blanket. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned. I pulled the blanket back over my injured leg, exposing myself to him. Adjusting, I freed my right hand and began caressing my chest as my left resumed stroking my dick. Joe closed his eyes and let out a satisfied moan.

Mike looked over toward me. That beautiful smile filled his face as he watched me for a few seconds before diving back in; gripping Joe’s ass tightly in his hands. Surprised, Joe gasped, thrusting his hips forward grinding into the mattress, then back into Mike’s face. Joe started rolling his hips, grinding his prick, then pushing back into Mike’s tongue. The unintended first thrust had felt good, and he wanted more. Joe’s muscles flexed as his hips rolled, his masculine form in motion was the definition of erotic.

Mike pressed his hands into the mattress, pushing himself up. His dripping cock stood rigid and eager. Mike, gripping his dick, spread his precum down its shaft. Lubricated, he placed his chest against Joe’s back and began to grind. Joe moaned softly as Mike slipped up and down between his cheeks. Sliding his arms beneath Joe’s chest and gripping his shoulders from below, Mike rolled his hips back, lined up and, pressed gently in. Joe gasped and Mike paused, then pressed in a little more and repeated until he was fully inside.

Slowly, he began rocking his hips forward while pulling down on Joe’s broad shoulders, driving deep into his lover’s ass. Joe closed his eyes, raising his head and arcing his back. Mike nuzzled Joe’s cheek with his own. They were making love as my presence faded, and the world became theirs alone.

Resting my hand on my stomach, I let myself go limp. Watching them now seemed intrusive. This was not merely sex, it was a physical expression of their love. A slow, intimate dance of their intertwining souls. This was something I have never witnessed nor experienced. It was beautiful, bringing me joy and sadness. Tears ran down my cheeks as my eyelids grew heavy.

...

Mike’s howl startled me awake.

“Now look what you’ve done," Joe said, smiling at me. “He was sleeping so peacefully, and you had to go and make that racket.”

“It’s this monster prick of yours, I don’t know how he could take it. Besides, he won’t want to miss this,” I was amazed to see Mike, his hands on Joe’s shoulders and kneeling, halfway skewered on Joe’s dick.

“Hell no” I said, “He’s right, I definitely want to see this” I said, smiling broadly.

“Don’t get too excited, there is still a long way to go,” Mike said with a scowl.

I watched intently as he slowly worked his way down, howling with every move. There was now less than an inch to go. With one last deafening howl, he landed.

As the pain in Mike’s face drained away his smile returned, he savored the long-deferred moment, one that he’d avoided until now.

Mike's eyes widened as Joe pulled his legs up, causing his cock to shift inside and creating intense, conflicting sensations. Joe steadied Mike’s hips in his hands and slowly began to rock his own back and forth. Pushing, then pulling a tiny amount. Mike cried out whenever he moved too fast or too far.

Joe studied Mike’s face, slowly accelerating and deepening his stroke, letting Mike’s expressions guide him. It didn’t take long until Mike was riding Joe like a pro.

Joe’s cock, nearly twice the length of mine, was slipping in and out from root to tip, shiny and wet in the dim light. A sloppy, squishy sound marked each thrust, accompanied by Mike’s gasping whimpers and Joe’s deep growls.

Mike was taking him like they’ve been doing it all their lives; shoving his ass down and begging for more. Mike looked into my eyes, I knew what he was feeling by his face and the memories fresh in my mind from just hours before.

I was sure Joe recognized it too as he slowed to a stop. Then, holding Mike’s body in his strong arms, he lovingly placed Mike onto his back. Lifting Mike’s left leg up onto his shoulder, he slid into him. Mike whimpered loudly as Joe began to pull out and push back in, quickening his pace as feral sounds began filling the room.

Sweat beaded and rolled down Joe’s muscular torso; arching his back then rolling his hips forward, slamming his cock into Mike’s ass. His fluid motion began to stiffen as his climax approached. Sliding his strong fist around Mike’s dick, Joe began stroking in time with his powerful thrusts.

Mike howled as his dick erupted, splattering his chest and abs. Joe palmed Mike’s hyper-sensitive gland. Mike shook and convulsed uncontrollably, triggering Joe. Joe roared as his cock let loose, throbbing with each shot as he unloaded. Pulling out, his dick was sheathed in his creamy white jizz.

Joe lowered Mike’s leg and lay down against him. Slipping his arms beneath Mike’s back, he bound their bodies together. Their breathing slowed as they kissed and whispered into each other's ears. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and accepted that it wasn’t for me.

My hard dick, untouched, had oozed steadily, creating a wet spot on the sheets. I started stroking myself as their whispers grew louder. I heard something like “help him out”. Turning my head back to them, Mike had crawled off the bed and was walking around to my side.

Working together, they shifted me to the center of the bed. Laying me on my back, Mike propped up my foot with the pillows, shifting another back under my head. They lay down on either side of me, carefully pressing their sweaty, naked bodies against mine.

Taking turns, they kissed me, rubbing their strong hands over my chest, stomach and between my thighs, carefully avoiding my injured leg. I started stroking my dick when they both gently pulled my hand away. Mike’s grin told me the whispering had been plotting, they had laid plans for me. I relaxed, yielding myself completely to them.

All of their attention was focused on me. They kissed my neck, tickling it with their mustaches and stubble. Their hot breath sent shivers of pleasure through my body. In turn, they each kissed my lips, meeting my gaze with nothing but love. They ran their fingers gently through my hair and nibbled at my ears. My cock drooled onto my stomach, but they didn’t touch it.

They moved down my neck and onto my chest, kissing and caressing. Pulling my arms up, they buried their faces into my armpits and slowly worked down my sides. Joe’s stubble grazed a ticklish spot and caused me to convulse. Pain shot through my ankle and I cried out.

“Sorry,” he said as they both moved to my nipples. Each of them, focusing on one, their hot breath and gentle nibbles was incredibly arousing.

I gently rocked my hips. Thrusting against thin air. The puddle of clear fluid grew beneath my engorged dick. They still didn’t touch it. Their cocks were both hard again and starting to ooze. Ignoring them, Mike and Joe stayed focused on me. My abdomen was ticklish, so I was prepared as they moved toward it, keeping my twitching from triggering pain.

They took turns probing my belly button with their hot tongues, causing me to squirm with pleasure. They then smiled at each other before Mike lapped up my pre-cum and shared it with Joe. They sandwiched my hard shaft between their lips and began kissing; both my cock and each other. I was in total bliss. Having these two rugged fuckers with their hot mouths sucking and slobbering on my dick was incredible. I reached down, gently stroking their short hair as they quickly brought me close before stopping.

“Just let me blow already,” I thought, but they had other ideas.

Carefully, they placed me on my left side and propped my leg to make sure I was comfortable. Mike lay behind, spooning me and carefully sliding is slippery dick into my ass. Joe lay in front and guided me into his. They slowly pushed against me until Mike and I were firmly inside. Mike placed his arm around Joe’s chest and began tenderly fucking me, as Joe pressed back, keeping me mostly unmoving.

Mike’s dick rubbing my prostate and having mine fucked by Joe’s ass had me moaning and close to coming in no time. My sudden, intermittent gasps signaled it, but this time they didn’t stop. I tensed and shook as I came inside Joe for the first time. They continued their slow thrusts until my body relaxed. We lay in our embrace, still linked, as we drifted off to sleep.

My last thought was a realization that my ankle was no longer in pain.

My original gay story first published on Literotica. I look forward to any comments or feedback. — TwistedSocks

Mike the Mechanic — Chapter 4
The Cowboy Ride

“I like him, and that fucking cock, holy shit!” I exclaimed.

Mike laughed. “Wait till you see him with a hard-on.” We walked inside and Mike went about gathering things for the hike.

“Is there anything I can help with,” I asked.

He handed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Rub this on me,” he said, “every inch,” anticipating my next question.

I grinned and did as he asked. Spreading it liberally, I covered his arms and back, paying extra attention to his ass then finishing with his legs. He turned around, and I moved up to his groin. He spread his legs, giving me access to his inner thighs. Covering them, I massaged the cream into his balls and dick, which quickly became stone in my hands.

“Move along,” he said, grinning.

Taking my time, I massaged it into his chest, neck, and handsome face. He returned the favor as I reveled in the feel of his hands touching my bare skin. He thoroughly rubbed the sunscreen into my dick and proceeded up, finishing with my face. He punctuated his work with a kiss on my lips.

We collected food, towels, and some bottles of beer in a couple of small backpacks, then headed downstairs. Dressing only in our socks, shoes, and a pair of Mike’s beat up caps, we slung on our packs and headed out.

The weather was perfect as we walked down the drive. The gravel crunched under our shoes and chipmunk chatter echoed through the surrounding forest. Reaching the bottom, we turned right, following a path along the creek. A murmuration of starlings burst suddenly from the trees as we passed, the dark cloud undulating and morphing as it flew over the pasture, moving South and out of sight. The path turned, meandering through dense trees and up onto the road. Looking back down the road, I was feeling exposed, expecting a car to drive past. Mike smiled as he read my expression.

“This is the end of the road; the only time someone comes up this far is if they’re lost. Besides, we’ll hear them coming and move into the trees.”

Living in a city where noise was a constant, I had forgotten what silence was truly like. Thinking of that woodpecker, I couldn’t remember when all I could hear was a solitary bird, or the lightest breeze blowing through the trees. Mike was right, we would hear an engine or tires crunching on gravel well before we could see them.

As we approached Joe’s driveway, he waved to us from his garage; detached and of the same style as his modern log cabin. He slung a small pack into the back of an old pickup. His massive cock, still swinging in the breeze, was framed by his leather chaps.

Okay, I admit it. A naked man can be a beautiful thing but give him a few slivers of clothing and a warm smile, and I’m fucked. I just stared at Joe, drinking him in, unaware that my dick was standing erect.

Mike cleared his throat, breaking my focus. “Save it for later, stud,” he said with a grin.

“We’ll take something with space for the three of us and our stuff,” Joe said, nodding to the truck. “While squeezing together on Mike’s ATV might be fun, there’s no room for our shit.”

Mike and I tossed our packs into the back of Joe’s truck, and we loaded onto the bench seat, me in the center with Joe to my left at the wheel and Mike on my right. Joe backed out of the garage, turned us around, and we proceeded down the driveway, the garage door rolling closed behind us. Pulling onto the road, he drove the last couple of miles to where it ended at a turnaround, marked by three large reflectors below the base of a sheer cliff.

Mike got out, opened a gate as we drove through. Stopping on the far side, we waited until Mike closed it and hopped back in. Rolling and bumping on the uneven pasture, we continued along the cliff face as the valley narrowed. When we finally stopped, the valley was no more than a hundred feet wide.

“We leave the truck here,” Joe said, placing his hand on my leg. “There aren’t any cows to rub the mirrors off.” The three of us got out and retrieved our packs. I was a little disappointed to see Joe unbuckle his chaps, remove them, and set them on the front seat. “These will be too sweaty on a hike,” he said.

Seeing the disappointment in my face, his expression changed. A hint of a smile curled the edge of his lips as his cock twitched. He took them off the seat and put them into his pack.

Trees and brush filled this narrow corner just beyond the fence. We followed an overgrown path along the creek where the trail began to climb; the stream changing into a series of rocky pools waterfalls and meandering rapids as we walked. I started to look forward to each waterfall, watching those naked muscular legs and butts flex and stretch, prick and balls dangling between, as Mike and Joe climbed the large rocks. They caught on after a while, waiting for me to climb first.

“You know, Mike, he had the right idea. This is by far the best view,” Joe said as I scaled a large boulder.

“Yep,” Mike agreed, as I mounted another. Although Mike was content to hike in silence, Joe was a different animal. Within a few minutes, he’d begun to tell stories.

“Mike and I grew up on his farm. His dad was drafted to fight in Vietnam and declared MIA just after Mike turned five. We moved in with Mike and his mother, so my parents could help out on the farm. We stayed until I was fourteen.”

I looked at Mike. He nodded, content to let Joe tell his story.

“We were inseparable. The old couple that owned my place only had adult children who’d already left home, so we were the only kids at this end of the valley. My dad was a real prick to Mike, though. He resented being cut out of grandpa’s will. I think he took it out on Mike being the remaining heir since his dad was gone. Not sure why grandpa did it, but I’m guessing it was related to why my mom divorced him.”

Mike cleared his throat, interrupting the story. “If that’s the case, then gramps must be spinning in his grave knowing that his two cocksucking grandsons now own the upper valley.”

“That reminds me,” Joe interrupted. “I just made an offer on the Phillip’s place. Stanley’s grandchildren just want to be done with it, and I think they’ll sell at a fair price.”

“I recall reading that name on a mailbox just down the road,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s the place just south of mine,” Mike explained. Turning to Joe, he asked, “What are you planning to do with it?”

“I’m thinking of growing the herd,” Joe replied. “Might need to hire someone to help out, though.”

Mike looked a bit uneasy. I guessed it was connected to his need for privacy, not being keen on some stranger working his land.

“We need to talk more about this later,” he said, giving Joe a stern look. Joe nodded and resumed the previous story.

“Mike and I shared a room in the old house, until the hotel incident where mom threw a butcher knife at my dad.” Seeing my surprise he clarified, “she missed, but he moved out the same day, and we left a month later.

“Mike and I didn’t see each other for years, until I bought the Walden place in eighty-six. After Mr. Walden died, his wife put the farm up for sale, moving to town with her daughter. I made a few good investments and wanted to move back home, so I snapped it up.”

“Investments?” Mike laughed. “He moved in with a much older man who loved sitting on that horse-dick of his, who then died, leaving him a small fortune.”

“Now who’s being the asshole?” Joe asked, glaring at Mike. He continued, “Andrew left me some money and property, which I invested and made enough to retire early. He was a caring man who loved me.”

“Did you love him?” I asked. Joe considered the question thoughtfully, struggling with the answer. Before he could respond, I asked, “do you love Mike?”

“Yes,” he said without a second’s hesitation.

We hiked silently for a while; I couldn’t imagine what they were thinking. It was a pointed question, and I was out-of-line by asking it. I was beginning to doubt myself when Joe spoke up.

“You’re right,” he said. “Andrew and I needed companionship, we gave that to each other, but I don’t think we were really in love.”

I considered my response more carefully this time. “I would bet for many, that kind of companionship is the very definition of love. I don’t think I’ve discovered what it is for myself. I do, however, recognize it in others.” I finished, looking at each of them in turn.

They looked at each other, communicating silently, as only those who truly know each other can. They turned back to me, both wearing evil grins. “You know Mike, I think we can help him with that,” Joe said.

I smiled and said nothing. We continue the hike, quickening the pace as the path narrowed. We walked single file, with Joe in front and Mike behind me. We were all now working up a real sweat.

Enthralled, I watched beads of sweat run-down Joe’s back, over and between his toned ass-cheeks; it was mesmerizing watching his muscles flex. Every so often I would get a peek at his pink pucker. I pictured sliding my tongue and hard dick into it, inspiring a full-on erection. Looking back at Mike, he must have been thinking something similar because he was sporting his full eight inches. I slowed down so he would come closer, then reached back and teased it with my fingers. Joe stopped and turned around to see why we had fallen behind. Like us, he was fully erect.

“Holy Fuck!” I said, staring at Joe’s monster.

“What did I tell you,” Mike said. “Why do you think I didn’t want that up my ass?”

Joe waved it back and forth proudly, like a parade flagpole. “Let’s get a move on,” he said. “We’re almost there, and I’m sweating my nuts off.”

We climbed a bit farther until the trees grew dense, and the stream widened, slowing to form a pool. Flat rocks and lush foliage lined the edges. A stepped waterfall flowed in from the far side. The trees formed a canopy, bathing it in shadow pierced with sunlight. It was like a painting, too perfect to be real.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Don’t just stand there,” Mike yelled, “get your ass in here.”

Mike and Joe had already stripped, dropping everything on the bank; they stood waiting for me in the water. Snapping out of my reverie, I dropped my pack, shucked my boots and socks and waded in.

“The cap,” Mike yelled, pointing to his head to clarify. I took it off and flung it onto the pile. The two of them were horsing around like kids, dunking and splashing. When I got within reach, they both turned on me at once. We were a tangle of naked bodies and thrashing limbs. Our shouts and laughter filled the air, as warm water dripped from our hair and onto our faces.

We stopped to catch our breath.

“You old farts winded already?” I jabbed, spurring on another round of horseplay. This one, less rowdy, ending with the three of us rubbing our bodies together in the water and embracing as our breathing slowed. We stood in a me-sandwich, chest deep in the warm water. Mike in front kissing me while Joe stood behind with his arms around us, caressing my neck with his lips. Our entwining legs locked our bodies together. Mike’s hard cock pressed against mine and Joe’s against my ass and lower back. I slowly rolled my hips, stimulating the three of us.

“How long is that thing, Joe?” I asked.

“Like this, just under twelve inches, want a ride?” he asked.

I didn’t answer; I was most definitely interested. Unsure how that would play with Mike, I searched his face.

There was nothing but the hint of a grin on his lips. He knew what I was thinking and wanted to let me suffer a little. Finally, he spoke up. “You’re wasting time worrying about nothing,” he said, pulling me hard into a kiss as both he and Joe ground their cocks against me.

Joe’s monster twitched in anticipation as I lay my head back onto his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to ride a cowboy,” I said, with a devilish grin.

Almost instantly, Joe released his hold on us and waded out of the pool. He bent down, and we got an unobstructed view of his incredible ass while he dug into his pack and pulled out a large beach towel, his chaps, and a bottle of lube. “Hey Cuz, why don’t you loosen him up a bit while I get comfortable,” he said to Mike, tossing the small bottle to him.

Mike led me over to the shallows, where I leaned forward and placed my hands on a boulder. Setting the bottle down, he pulled my legs apart. Bending his knees, he spread my cheeks and began licking and pushing his tongue in, exploring. I squirmed and pressed back into him. His mustache tickled as his flicking tongue sent shivers up my spine.

Joe’s blue eyes watched intently as he sat on his towel. Wearing his hat, chaps, and boots, he stroked his massive cock while reclining against a mossy boulder. I grinned when I realized he was wearing them again. Imagining myself straddling his muscular body and taking his chap-framed dick up my ass was both exhilarating and frightening. I shared some of Mike’s fears about it but was determined to give it a go.

Mike stood, squeezed lube into his hand, then rubbed it up and down his hard dick. He pushed two slippery fingers from each hand into my ass, pulling in opposite directions, creating a void. I moaned loudly as he exchanged them for his stiff dick. He slipped in easily, all the way, pressing firmly against me. Holding there, he rolled his hips and growled softly. My ass remembered him, gripping his hard shaft like a warm glove. Reaching between our legs, I caressed his scrotum as he slowly began to slide in and out.

He increased his pace gradually, taking his time, losing himself in that moment with me; Joe could wait. Slowly, his breathing grew heavy, supporting a low growl each time he pushed in. My rhythmic gasps became moans as my pleasure mounted. Sweat rolled down our bodies as Mike roared and unchained the beast within.

Clutching my shoulders, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. His animalistic growls filled the air as his thrusts quickened, reaming my ass until he was ready to blow. I was approaching my own climax when he suddenly stopped, holding still, trying desperately to hold on to his load.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he failed and passed the point of no return. Accepting it, he shoved in as far as he could and let loose. I clenched on his dick until it stopped throbbing. I didn’t want him to pull out, placing my hands on his ass and holding him. Catching his breath, he pulled me up against his chest and squeezed me in his strong arms. I leaned my head back as Mike kissed my neck, lovingly working his way up and down both sides until his soft dick slipped from my ass. He turned me around and buried his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately. I wiped the sweat from his face and held his eyes with mine until he leaned to the side, breaking the mood.

“Hope you’re good with sloppy seconds, Cuz,” Mike said with an annoyed tone. It was clear that he did not like being called that.

“Yours, anytime,” Joe said, returning Mike’s glare with a loving smile.

Mike fingered my asshole as we walked up to where Joe waited. Mike sat behind him, spreading his legs, and holding his body against Joe’s back. “Not sure how much you’re going to need; he’s well-greased,” Mike said, as he handed the lube to Joe.

Joe took a large squirt and rubbed it over his dick before I straddled his rugged body. Reaching around Joe, Mike spread my ass as I got into position. I held Joe’s shoulders and bent my knees, lowering myself to his hard dick. Joe held his shaft with both hands, angling it up and guiding it into me.

The first two-thirds were easy; passing that well-beaten path, then moved into uncharted territory. Mike shifted his hands to Joe’s muscular body, holding him while stroking his abs and pinching his nipples.

“Oh Fuck!” I cried as a wave of intense pain temporarily overwhelmed me. I moved my hands from Joe’s shoulders to his hips, needing to better control my descent.

“Now Joseph, don’t break my new toy,” Mike said, in a pathetic attempt to be funny. They laughed as I shot Mike a filthy look. Taking my time, I lowered myself in steps, each punctuated by a sharp gasp and brief howl. It took time, but I made it, finally settling down onto Joe’s leather chaps. Joe’s monster felt right at home deep within me, the pain replaced with a wonderful fullness.

“Shit,” Mike said, astounded. “I wasn’t sure you could take the whole thing.”

I returned my hands to Joe’s shoulders and slowly began to move up and down the entire length, moaning loudly as the beast slid out, then back in. My mouth gaped wide as I lost myself, consumed by the feel of Joe deep within my body. Mike’s jizz and ample lube coated Joe’s cock, oozing down onto his balls and between his legs.

I moaned with each downward thrust, accelerating the pace as Mike began stroking my dick. Joe leaned his head back as Mike kissed him, caressing Joe’s neck and stubbly face with his lips. I was ravenous, needing this to go on, as sweat dripped from Joe’s brow and his breathing turned ragged.

Recognizing his approaching eruption, I stopped moving. “Hell no, you don’t, I’m not finished with you yet,” I said adamantly.

Standing up, I walked over to a boulder, climbed up and got onto my back; placing my ass at cock height. Joe stood up, hurried over and immediately repositioned, sliding his dick back into my hungry ass.

“Fuck me cowboy!” I commanded as Mike crawled up next to me. He kissed my lips and resumed stroking.

Joe pounded my ass as I cried out with every stroke, gasping and howling in pure ecstasy. The tension in my body built each time he rammed that beast inside. Joe didn’t growl or roar, but let out a long, airy groan as his climax approached. Mike responded by moving his face to my raging cock, letting it penetrate his lips with each of Joe’s thrusts.

I roared as my dick gushed into Mike’s mouth and over his lips. He suckled my hypersensitive gland, causing me to convulse and my ass to contract. This triggered Joe, and he gripped my hips, pulling me down onto his giant cock, pushing balls deep. His body shook with each shot, squirting jizz deeper than it’s ever been.

We held ourselves still for a few minutes, catching our breath and grinning contentedly at each other. Mike was the first to move, he climbed down, placed Joe’s head in his hands and kissed him. They wrapped their strong arms around each other, gazing intensely into each other’s eyes. Joe began to tear up; the world could have ended at that moment, and it wouldn’t have shaken them. The barrier between them was crumbling. My eyes filled with tears as I recognized how much love those two men had for each other.

Mike removed Joe’s hat and set it down, then wiped the tears from those beautiful blue eyes and kissed his lips again. Bending down, he slid Joe’s boots from his feet and set them down beside his hat, then unbuckled Joe’s chaps, laying them down with the others. He embraced Joe and pulled their bodies close. “I love you,” Mike said before they kissed again.

They held each other for a while longer, until they turned to me and extended their hands. I reached out and took them in mine. They helped me down and pulled our naked bodies together, into a tight triangle. We stood, embracing each other, tenderly kissing, and gazing into each other’s eyes. We stood a while longer until Joe began bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“I love holding you guys, but I really have to piss.”

We burst out in laughter and followed Joe as he walked away. He wandered over to where water flowed from the pool, sheeting over the rocks and flowing downstream. Mike and I, also feeling the need, joined him. We stood in a line, Joe on my left and Mike on my right. I reached over and held each of their meaty cocks as they cupped my ass between interlocked fingers.

We stood and emptied our bladders, resembling a line of pissing statues. Their dicks stiffened slightly as their release and my touch stimulated them. Their combined spunk flowed from my ass, running down my inner thighs. They both smeared it around with their fingers as our golden streams arched and fell, splashing into the water below. Finishing, Joe pulled me close, holding me as Mike pressed against my back.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” Mike whispered, wiping cum from my ass. Mike led us up above the pool, climbing to the top of the falls. Hot water seeped from the rocks, filling a basin before running over the falls and mixing with the colder creek water. We bathed, washing each other in the water. Slowly, they rubbed every inch of my skin with their strong fingers, spending time washing their semen from my ass. Pulling my sphincter open, they splashed hot water in until it returned clear, and my skin was no longer slick.

Placing his hands around my waist, Joe pulled me to his lap, spooning my body in his. Mike moved and placed himself between our legs, coming to rest against me. They embraced each other, holding me firmly between them, intimately sharing themselves with me and each other. I was happier than I could ever remember being, and with them in that moment I felt loved.

My original gay story first published on Literotica. I look forward to any comments or feedback. — TwistedSocks

Mike The Mechanic — Chapter 3
Standing Ovation

The smell of fresh coffee invaded my dreams. Stirring, I opened my eyes into dim twilight filtering through undressed windows. Crisp morning air crept in from a pair of antique glass doors, both swung open. The high gabled ceiling was ribbed with raw timber beams. The space had no interior walls; the contents of most houses shared one room, but thoughtfully grouped as expected. My morning wood pressed up against a heavy woolen blanket.

“Damn, I have to piss,” I said to myself.

I flung off the blanket and swung my legs around to sit up, placing my feet down on a large area rug beneath the bed. My sore asshole, a souvenir of Mike’s pounding, gave a hitch to my step as I shuffled to the toilet, where I lifted the seat and emptied my bladder. At first, my stream was “chunky,” sputtering and shifting as jizz from last night washed away. Clearing, it became a torrent. It Finally slowed to a trickle and I finished with the ritual shake, then flushed.

“Coffee in the kitchen,” Mike hollered from outside.

I walked over to the pot, collected a mug from the shelf, and poured a full cup, then walked out onto a large covered deck. Mike was hunched forward, leaning against the railing, sipping from his cup. Setting my coffee down, I embraced him, pulled his body against mine, and whispered into his ear, “Morning.”

Pressing back into me, he responded, “Morning.”

I moved to his side after collecting my cup, joining him at the railing. The dim morning light revealed a narrow valley, surrounded by dense pine. It stretched in both directions, following a stony creek from the Northeast, turning South, slithering back and forth for miles. A herd of cattle grazed peacefully within the central clearing.

“Was that a house?” I asked, pointing down to a ruined foundation in a small grove of pines.

He took a long sip of coffee. “I grew up in it,” he replied, pausing and taking a breath. “In eighty-eight, it was destroyed in a flood.” He took another long sip. “I used whatever I could salvage to rebuild up on this ridge.” The profound sadness in his eyes tore at my gut; I decided not to pursue it further. He would share more, or not, in his time. The sound of a rapping woodpecker echoed through the valley. Mike walked over to a table next to a wicker sofa and picked up a pair of binoculars.

“What do you use those for?” I asked playfully. He placed them to his eyes and pointed them at my dick. “Fuck you,” I said with a smile.

“Mostly wildlife,” he said laughing, “I’ll show you.” He stood at the railing and adjusted the focus of his binoculars; after a few seconds, he pulled them away. “It’s a Harry Woodpecker,” he said.

I burst out laughing.

“I didn’t name the fuck’n thing, that’s just what it’s called.” We both laughed as Mike gestured for me to stand facing the rail. Pressing his body against mine, he passed them to me with his right hand while holding my chest with his left. “Second from the left, two-thirds up,” he said, pointing to the grove.

I pointed the binoculars to the second pine, scanning up until I saw it. The woodpecker continued its periodic drumming, the sound delayed by the distance. Mike placed his right hand on my stomach, pulling us tight as I continued looking through his binoculars. Scanning north to a distant timber bridge where the creek passed calmly beneath.

“My cousin and I used to skinny-dip under that bridge,” he said, guessing what had drawn my focus. “After crossing it, the road continues for another two miles, where it dead ends at Joe’s furthest gate. The valley climbs sharply from that point, following the creek. It’s warmed by thermal springs a few miles up.”

“Joe?” I asked.

“My… neighbor, he owns the property up there, that’s his cabin.” He pointed past the bridge and toward lit windows on the opposite side, mostly shrouded in trees. “Those are his cows, there,” he said, pointing to the herd of cattle below. “I don’t have livestock; Joe rents my land for grazing his herd. He spent time with me after the flood, helping me rebuild and teaching me how to swallow a dick.” He stopped, waiting for the comment to sink in. I couldn’t see his face but could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Clearly, he’s an exceptional teacher,” I said, thinking of last night.

“He was here for me when I lost everything, it wasn’t just about getting our rocks off.” Again, there was something left unsaid. The silence stretched on until he lowered his hand and softly cupped my dick and balls. “I’m hungry, how about sausage and eggs.”

Not completely sure which direction he was going to take this, I remained still, just enjoying his touch.

“I’ll cook up some breakfast,” he said after a few seconds.

Sizzling, meat popped and sputtered as it filled the house with delicious aromas. Wiping a hot spatter from his naked chest, he pulled out an apron and put it on. “Burning my dick might throw a wrench into our weekend,” he said, giving me a wink and grinning.

Seeing his bare ass from the back of that apron was turning me on. I walked up behind him and pressed my stiff dick against his ass and wrapped my arms around him. “You are one sexy fucker,” I whispered in his ear.

“It’s just the apron,” he said with a self-deprecating smirk.

Pulling him from his cooking, I looked deep into his eyes and kissed his lips. “I don’t want to fuck your apron.”

He smiled and kissed me back.

Returning to the cooking, he dropped some bread in the toaster; plating sausage links, strips of bacon, and fried eggs, then set the plates on the table. The telephone rang, and he walked over, picking it up. “Hello? Hey Joe, just talking about you… yep… not wild, just horny…”

I could hear laughter through the handset. The call continued.

“Yep, just ignore the wildlife.” More laughter as Mike hung up the phone.

He explained as we sat at the kitchen table to eat, “Joe asked if I’d heard any wild animals last night.”

I laughed, slightly embarrassed.

Reading my expression, he held my hand in his. “Joe is shameless. When I told him it was us, he laughed his ass off and told us to take pictures.” His expression firm, he continued. “Here, we can do whatever the hell we want. I’m planning to make a lot of fuck’n noise with you, and the only other person in earshot would join us if we asked.”

As we finished eating, a loud buzz drifted up from the staircase. “Laundry,” he said. “Back in a minute.” He cleared the table and descended the steps.

I wandered back out onto the deck. This was a different world from my city apartment, and the fresh air was both relaxing and invigorating. I could see myself falling in love with this place and never wanting to go back. I laid down on the wicker sofa, propped my head on the cushioned armrest, and allowed the morning air to chill my naked skin.

Mike returned a few minutes later with the blanket from his bed. “I moved our clothes to the dryer, not that we’ll need them until Monday,” he said, grinning mischievously. Placing the blanket over the wicker sofa, he sat down, gesturing for me to join.

I happily complied, snuggling up close. I laid my head on his shoulder while gently running my fingers through the hair on his chest. Wrapping the blanket around us, we sat silently, watching the sunrise paint the western mountains in brilliant orange, transitioning slowly to daylight as it moved down the flanks.

Mike was not much for conversation. Not that he would hold his tongue when there was something that needed saying, he was simply at peace in silence.

A morning breeze whispered through the surrounding pines, and the chill began to lift as my attention drifted from the scenery back to the man beside me. My right hand rested on Mike’s warm chest, rising, and falling as his lungs drew each breath. I ran my fingers through his soft fur, pulling his focus. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, losing himself in my touch.

He moaned softly and rolled his hips forward as I circled his firm nipples. Pushed up, the blanket on his lap betrayed his erection. I worked my hand down, caressing his skin with the lightest touch, gently tracing each contour. His body shook as I brushed his ticklish spots. Resting my fingers on his stomach, I followed the trail down to his groin, stopping against his hard dick.

Raising his head, he looked at me and grinned, removing the blanket.

I laid my head in his lap, burying my nose in his groin. Palming his dick, I pressed it to the side of my face and inhaled. The heat from his body intensified his scent, setting my brain on fire, sending me into a feeding frenzy. I ran my wet mouth up and down his long shaft, tasting his warm flesh.

Mike laid his head back and moaned softly.

I wanted more. Burying my face between his thighs, I tried to pull his balls into my mouth, but our position wouldn’t allow it. Mike stood and guided me onto my back. He laid down on top with his face at my drooling dick and presented his to me.

Taking no time, I held his dick in my fist and pressed my lips to his tender scrotum, carefully pulling it into my mouth and caressing each testicle with my tongue. Drool ran down the sides of my mouth when I finally let them go.

Without warning, Mike plunged down, swallowing my cock in his throat.

“E… easy man, your mouth is my kryptonite,” I stammered as I twitched uncontrollably. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”

“No promises,” he said with an evil grin. “Now get back to work.”

“If you’re going to play dirty, then so will I,” I thought. With a firm grip on his ass, I pulled him down, pinning his cock to my chest. Without warning, I pried his cheeks open and buried my tongue in his tight ass.

“Holy Fuck!” he roared.

I shoved my face inside, slobbering like a bottle-fed calf. His ass bucked and twisted as my mouth worked him over. Losing focus on my dick, he dropped it, consumed by my tongue in his ass. He wanted more and pressed hard into my face, trying to get me further inside.

Unsatisfied, he stood up and led me to the deck’s edge where he turned and bent against the railing, presenting his ass to me while slowly stroking himself.

Spreading his cheeks with both hands, I shoved my face back in. He gasped as my tongue slid up and down the trench. Spitting, I let it run down to his balls, then licked up from there, lingering over his perineum.

He growled loudly as I circled the spot. He squirmed and twitched until I proceeded up, pushing in and around the tender pink flesh. He thrust and bucked against my face as I fucked him with my tongue, his low growl interrupted by a sharp gasp as I pressed three fingers inside.

Stretching his hole and teasing his prostate, saliva covered his ass and dripped from my chin as I removed my fingers and stood up. Spitting into my hand and wiping the excess from my chin, I smeared it onto my cock and pressed the head inside him. “Ready?” I asked.

Without words, he pressed back, roaring while skewering himself onto me.

I stood still as my full length slid inside him, wallowing in the feel of his flesh embracing my own. I slid my well lubricated cock out then back in, all the way to my balls. I began thrusting, varying the angle of each, searching for his sweet spot.

A sudden change in his growl, broken by a loud whimper, let me find it. His manly image cracked a little as I gripped his shoulders and began stroking his prostate with every thrust.
His howls reverberated through the air as I plunged, quickening like a steam locomotive. My hips crashed into him, driving myself to his core. His cries grew louder, scattering birds and echoing through the valley. Sweat rolled from his arched back as he bucked against me.

Standing up and crying out, his cock erupted, firing through the railing and onto the ground below. Each spasm shook his body, clenching my dick and driving me over the edge. Wrapping my arms around his heaving chest, I roared and drove deep into his ass, holding there as my cock throbbed, unloading into his body. I was releasing the last of it when a whistle and applause arose from the pasture below.

“Hey Joe,” Mike yelled while raising a gooey hand. “Come hang out with us when you’re done.”

I was speechless.

My softening dick slipped from Mike’s ass as he turned around. His grin wide as he leaned in and kissed me. “That was fucking incredible!” he said.

“That was… awkward,” I replied.

A brief confusion clouded his face, then he understood. “You were incredible,” he said as he kissed me again. “I guess that could have been a bit awkward for you. This next part may be too,” he continued, smearing my cum as it ran down his leg. “Why don’t you fill the bathtub while I take care of this.”

Mike walked inside to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Laughing, I followed him in. He was right, I would have been uncomfortable shitting in front of someone I had brought home and fucked.

Realizing this was my issue and not his, I relaxed and resolved not to let anything surprise me. There was a giant claw foot tub in the corner next to a pair of large, perpendicular windows; like all the others, they were naked, unobstructed views from within and without. I set the plug and started filling the tub. “Not big on privacy,” I asked.

“I’m extremely private. My home isn’t this shop, it’s the valley. Inside the gate, I live as I please. Only people I can be myself with are welcome.” He said this, gazing into my eyes and smiling.

My eyes watered as his words sunk in, understanding what it meant for me to be here with him. He was sharing with me his whole self, not what he shows to everyone else. I’ve never felt free to lower my shields like that. Always on guard, fearing what others were thinking or of crossing some unseen line.

I was terrified, but his warmth and trust gave me the courage to be vulnerable with him. He had chosen to be himself with me, and right then, I decided I would do the same with him.

Mike finished, wiped, and flushed. Sliding into the tub, he gestured for me to join him.

“I need a few minutes with John,” I said, smiling and nodding to the toilet.

With a second flush, I walked over to the tub and crawled in. I relaxed against his warm body as he wrapped his strong arms around me.

“I was born in this tub,” he said softly.

I realized at that moment that my vow to not be surprised was a naive one.

“I recovered it after the flood. I think of my mom whenever I use it.” I could hear the sadness in his voice. He picked up a bar of soap, lathering and smearing it over my chest, then set it back down. He rubbed with his strong hands, teasing my nipples then sliding them down over my stomach. He caressed my body, stopping short of my groin.

“Joe was checking on the herd, I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Don’t worry, he won’t molest you, unless you ask nicely.” He laughed, rinsing my chest, and grabbing the soap again. He rubbed it in his hands, then set it back down. Reaching down between my legs, he washed my inner thighs. Moving his hands to my cock, holding his left hand around the base and tugging outward with the right, he pulled on it like he was milking a cow. He washed my balls, then cupped them gently in his hands. “I think you’ll like him he is a horny fucker so you may not have to ask nicely,” he laughed.

A few minutes passed before he moved his hands to my back. Gently pushing me forward, he washed my back, massaging my shoulders and working methodically down into the crack of my ass. I stood up as he progressed to my legs, stopping to fondle my balls.

Swapping places, I did the same for him, I kissed his neck while washing his chest and playing with his dick until it was half erect. After washing his ass, I teased it with a soapy finger. He sat back down and took a deep breath, relaxing himself against me. We were resting silently, soaking in the hot water, when a door opened and closed in the laundry room below.

“Up here and get comfortable,” Mike hollered to Joe as he stood, picking up a towel while offering a second to me. Taking it, I followed him out of the tub. Mike pulled the plug and the water gurgled noisily as it rushed down the drain.

“So you finally gave it up, was that the first?” Joe asked as he shuffled about below. His voice was deep and warm, like someone on the radio but without affectation.

“Second,” Mike said, smiling at me. He finished drying off and hung up his towel. I considered covering myself until Joe came up the stairs naked, his giant cock swinging between thick muscular thighs.

The way Mike had spoken about him, I had guessed Joe was much older. Joe looked the same age, if not a bit younger. Joe had dark brown hair with hints of gray in all the right places. His skin tan, not like a farmer, but every inch of his visible skin. Short hair on his head continued down, expanding over his square jaw, above his lip and over his chin. His hypnotic blue eyes and warm smile left me temporarily speechless.

Joe’s body was built larger and broader than Mike with naturally defined muscles, proportioned from a life of honest labor.

Then there was, of course, his gigantic dick. Semi soft, it was now a good eight inches. Like Mike’s it was cut and hung down between furry muscular legs.

I grinned stupidly as we took in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. Feeling my face flush I shifted my gaze turning to Mike. “Not surprised you could swallow me whole if you trained on that monster,” I said, grinning.

They both laughed as Joe twisted his hips, swinging his cock, making it slap his naked thighs. Joe relaxed into Mike’s old recliner, leaning back and raising the footrest.

Mike pulled three beers from the fridge, opening them, he passed one to me and a second to Joe. Mike took a seat at one end of his small sofa as I took the other.

“So, where did you meet?” Joe asked, turning to me with a smile.

“Work,” I said.

“So, he’s the one?” he asked, turning back to Mike with a questioning grin.

Mike just nodded, taking a drink and saying nothing.

I searched both of their faces, waiting for more context. Still, they stayed silent. “Spill it!” I said, as they both broke into laughter.

Joe took a drink, then explained. “Last year, Mike told me about some new kid at the shop. Every time he talked about you, his dick would get hard. After months of bringing you up in nearly every conversation, I told him to do something about it. I’d given it up as a lost cause.”

Mike cleared his throat and picked up the story. “I wasn’t sure if men were your thing. If I’d known just removing my shirt was all it took to find out, I’d have done it the day you were hired.” He looked at me with his sexiest smile.

“So, he was your second, who was your first?” Joe asked, looking at Mike and grinning.

“Him,” Mike said, nodding at me. “Last Thursday in the cab of seventy-eight,” referring to the truck’s unit number.

“You know, I’ve offered several times. He always gave me some shit about us being cousins or this thing tearing him up,” he said, shaking his enormous cock.

“You can be an asshole sometimes you know that Joe,” Mike said, glaring at him. “I didn’t want to scare him off.”

I got up and straddled Mike’s warm lap, bending down I kissed his lips. I could see Joe staring at my ass, smiling broadly as he fingered his monster. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder to scare me away,” I said, planting another kiss on his lips while grinding my dick against his. It twitched and grew hard. I slowly dismounted and returned to my seat as Mike’s prick stood proudly from his lap.

He sat in thought for a short while, then stood up and wandered out onto the deck. I was standing to follow when Joe lifted his hand, gesturing for me to hold back. He fixed his eyes on mine, with wonder, as he spoke. “He’s never opened up to anyone like this before. When the flood took his mother, I was here for him, but he’s always been guarded. He isn’t with you,” he continued, his eyes watering. “Please don’t hurt him.”

Joe’s words and his eyes brought new clarity. I ordered my thoughts and absorbed the part about Mike’s mother. Looking back into Joe’s eyes, I answered him. “I don’t know where this thing is going, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to keep that from happening.”

Joe smiled. “Oh, if he hasn’t mentioned his mother, please don’t until he does.” Raising his voice, he continued, “and by all means keep fucking the shit out of him, I love hearing that manly fucker squeal like a stuck pig.”

“Fuck You!” Mike hollered from outside.

“That offer expired years ago, lover-boy,” Joe teased back.

Laughing, Joe and I stood up and walked out onto the deck. “Isn’t that a sexy ass?” I asked as I pointed to Mike, hunched over, leaning on the railing.

“Yes it is,” he said as he focused on mine, walking a few steps behind me.

We joined Mike at the railing, flanking him on either side as I palmed his left ass cheek. Joe, taking the cue, did the same to his right.

“You alright,” I asked, searching his eyes?

He turned to me, held my face in his hands and kissed me. “More than ever,” he said. Then turning to Joe, he asked, “you up for a hike?”

“I need to secure the gates and grab a few things. Let’s meet at my place in an hour.”

“We’ll be there,” Mike replied, adding, “take my 4-wheeler,” as Joe walked inside and down the stairs.

Mike moved behind me, holding my body against his. We stood, embracing, as Joe started the engine and rode down into the valley. He dismounted and went about securing the gates, in nothing but his hat, boots, and leather chaps.

My original gay story first published on Literotica. I look forward to any comments or feedback. — TwistedSocks

Mike the Mechanic — Chapter 2
Lost In The Woods

My pager vibrated for a second time in as many minutes. “Hold your fucking horses” I growled through gritted teeth as I tucked my enraged pecker back into my coveralls and carefully zipped them up.

I started the day commando, wearing nothing under my coveralls. My adventure with Mike had sparked a bit of a fetish. Captivated by the spacious caressing of my naked skin, I went about my work, spending the hours daydreaming about Mike and this weekend. I looked for tasks that took me away from the shop, intending to avoid knowing smirks from coworkers at my telltale bulge. It strained against my coveralls, leaving a growing wet spot. Rubbing up against a greasy workbench, I was finally able to conceal it. That worked for the spot, but after a few hours of a near-constant boner, my balls were starting to ache.

There were a few places around the shop where my dried jizz could be found if you knew where to look. A couple of them had been marked by others as well. Those were my favorites, the thought of shooting my cum on top of someone else’s brought a sense of communion and intensified my arousal.

Summer thunderstorms had rolled through the night before, taming the previous day’s swelter. I chose the shipping container we used as a storage shed. I sat down on an old diamond-plate toolbox behind a shelf near the back. I unzipped my coveralls and pulled my swollen dick out, then slowly started stroking.

The musky smell of my groin, a mix of sweat and stale pre-cum, filled the air. With my left hand on my chest, I leaned back and began thrusting, fucking my fist. Losing myself in the moment, space, and time faded. The only thing left was my absolute pleasure.

The moment was shattered with the buzzing of my pager, snapping me back to the present. “What the fuck?” cursing, I continued to stroke, intending to come before answering the page; it buzzed again, destroying my focus.

“What’s the emergency,” I asked gruffly, walking into the office. Jacob, the shop foreman, raising an eyebrow, handed me a purchase order.

“I need this differential picked up, it’ll take a couple of hours to get there, and you need to get it before they close. The tractor is being towed in, and the nightshift needs it as soon as possible.”

“On my way,” I said, softening my tone.

Mike, along with Sergio, one of the other mechanics, had been out on a service call all day. They rolled in as I was heading out. Mike and I exchanged a meaningful smile as I drove past them. This was going to be a long shift. My day normally ended at four o’clock, and it was going to be after eight when I finally got back.

I continued to daydream and rub my dick as I drove. Veering over the rumble strip a third time, I finally snapped out of it.

“You’re going to crash, knock that shit off,” I said, cursing at myself.

I arrived at the supplier with ten minutes to spare. A pallet with the new differential was lifted into the bed of my truck as my pager buzzed again, the displayed number unfamiliar.

“Who’s paging me?,” I said aloud.

“Could you tell me where the nearest pay phone is?” I asked the forklift driver after he parked and shut it down. He pointed across the interstate.

“There are a few at the truck-stop. The restaurant has decent burgers, and the hotel is cheap if you need a bed.”

“I have to head back, thanks for the help.”

He gave a grateful nod as we secured the cargo. I jumped into my truck, driving onto the street as he closed the steel gate behind me.

Pulling into the truck-stop, I took a few seconds to admire a new ninety-five Corvette in the parking lot, not even a dream on my meager paycheck.

Inside was a hallway lined with doors marked “Men”, “Women”, “Showers”, “Lounge”, and “Employees only.” I walked past them to a pay phone near the rear entrance. Dropping change in the slot, I dialed the mystery number.

“Hello?” My heart skipped a beat, the voice was Mike’s.

“I got your page.”

“When you get done tonight, come to my place.” My mind started racing. We live nearly two hours from each other; the shop, located between.

“I smell like shit, should probably shower and grab some clean clothes.” As the words left my mouth, I knew his response.

“Fuck that, my dick’s been hard all day, and I’m not waiting for you to get purdied-up.”

“Guess I need to get my ass in gear,” laughing as I hung up the phone; hearing him say something about “erections” just before it disconnected.

I took a quick piss in the men’s room, paying little attention to the beefy trucker in a Peterbilt cap, hungrily eying my dick. Another time perhaps, but tonight I was focused. I had a sexy fucker waiting for me, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him.

I finished, shook the last drops free, and tucked back into my coveralls. A defeated look crossed the trucker’s face as I walked out, not even taking time to wash. Buying a sandwich and soda, I fueled up and hit the road.

A brilliant orange sunset filled the sky as I pulled into the shop ninety minutes later, having made the trip in record time. Frankly, I was lucky to avoid a speeding ticket. A couple of them and I’d be looking for another job. My dick convinced me Mike was worth the risk.

I pulled into an empty bay. The evening mechanics were standing outside taking a break and waiting for me. With my arrival, they extinguished their smokes and got to work.

I left things in their capable hands, filing the paperwork, and stowing my pager. I clocked out and grabbed my clothes, not bothering to change, I ran out the door.

I jumped into my old silver Nova, tossed my things onto the back seat, cranked the engine, and turned on the lights. I was a few miles down the highway when…

“Shit!” Swearing loudly, I realized I had no clue where Mike lived. I had memorized the address he’d given, but I hadn’t looked at a map. I now regretted my sudden end to our call. I should have asked him for directions.

Laughter burst from my gut as I understood his last words. He said “directions”, not “erections”. It took me a few minutes to compose myself, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“I’ll figure it out” I said aloud, as the engine roared, tires sang, and the wind rushed past my open window.

On the outskirts of town, I stopped at a lonely gas station, an oasis of harsh fluorescent light on the dark rural highway.

“Could you tell me where I can find Clear creek road,” I asked the attendant as he filled my tank?

“Sorry man, I can’t; only been here a few months,” he replied. “We sell maps inside if you think it’ll help.”

Shuffling through the rack and finding the right one, I paid the attendant and returned to my car. Locating the road on the map was easy, getting there was not. It was miles from town, a winding valley road snaking up into the mountains.

I missed the turn-off, driving for several miles before realizing my mistake, turning around beneath a large sign reading “Schafer Resort and Hot Springs, 12 miles.”

I nearly missed it a second time; a small, battered sign, faded and difficult to read in the dark. I could barely make out the words: “Clear Creek Rd.” Turning down it, the surface abruptly changed to gravel. Passing a sign that read “No Outlet,” I drove onward for several more miles.

Towering pines cast long shadows as they emerged from the darkness, lit only by my passing headlights. Dim, distant specs of light appear and vanish, shrouded by passing trees. I looked at my watch, the glowing hands showing a quarter to eleven.

Slowing down, a mailbox with the name “Phillips” had an address one number from Mike’s. Further down, I rounded the corner and there it was, a box with “M. Hughes” written above the correct number. I turned down the driveway and stopped.

In my beams he stood, drinking a long-neck, and leaning against a closed gate. He wore a dirty tank, oval belt buckle, and blue jeans. His left leg was bent, pressed up against the gate, resting on the toe of brown shit-kickers.

“Took your fuck’n time” he said with a grin. He walked over to my open window, bent down and kissed me. I smiled, and my cock twitched as his mustache tickled my lips.

“Waiting long?”

“No, I could see your headlights for miles. Rode out a few minutes ago,” he said, tilting his head towards the ATV behind the gate. “I’ll let you in, follow me up.”

Mike opened the gate, waited while I drove in, closed it, click the lock, and tugged for good measure. Jumping on his ATV and starting it with one kick, he drove down the narrow lane. It was crowded by trees, curving and switching back on itself as it descended into the valley.

We crossed a cattle-guard as the forest opened into a clearing. The road forked to the right, a small grove of trees shrouded in darkness. We followed the left, rumbling over a second cattle-guard. Crossing a small bridge, we started to climb. The trees closed back in as we ascended more switchbacks. Further up, a building emerged, with two large bay doors beneath dimly lit windows. Slowing to a stop, Mike killed his engine. Taking his cue, I did the same.

Mike walked over and opened my door. Reaching in and taking my hands, he pulled me from my seat and closed it behind me. He pinned my body to my car with his own, pressing his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around his waist; we held tight, caressing each other’s neck with our lips and warm breath. He rolled his hips, grinding against me, our dicks rubbing, engorged beneath our clothes. Mike lowered a hand and groped me, squeezing my cock firmly in his strong hand.

“Free-balling, huh,” he asked with that familiar grin. “I wonder what gave you that idea.”

He slid both hands beneath my ass, lifting and moving me up onto the fender. He tugged on my zipper, pulling it all the way down; burying his face in my chest as I buttressed my hands on the hood. Reaching down into my coveralls, he held my dick in his hand, massaging and gently tugging.

Lost in his touch, my senses were alive; his rugged hands, the heat of his breath, the tickle of his mustache and his lips on my nipples. He kissed his way down, over my stomach, then between my legs. Guiding the head of my cock to his lips, he tasted me. Without warning, he devoured my dick, swallowing it whole. I let out a loud growl that pierced the silence.

“Holy Fuck,” I exclaimed as he pressed hard, shoving all the way down. He buried my dick in his throat and his lips in my groin. He held it there as I convulsed, the sensation sending shockwaves throughout my body. My staccato gasps and broken whimpers were all that remain as he backed off.

He took a deep breath, devouring my expression with pure joy as he drove back in. I roared again, visceral, primal, completely involuntary. I was shaking, my senses in overload. I have never come so close so quickly. His mouth, subjecting me to exquisite torture until he pulled back for another breath.

I gasped, then covered my mouth, bracing for another. He reached up and pulled my hand down.

“No” he said, grinning.

He held my ass tightly in his vice-like hands. Then, filling his lungs with the cool night air, he thrust back down, shoving me in with incredible force. I let out a roar that shattered the night, echoing through the darkness. My body shook and my toes curled. Out of control, my dick exploded down Mike’s throat. My cock throbbed, shooting cum into his mouth as he pulled back.

He swallowed, standing up, pulling me tight against him; tenderly, he kissed my trembling lips. I could taste my cum in his mouth, mingled with fermented hops. I was coming down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My emotions, no longer under control; I teared up. Mike held my face in his hands, wiping the tears from my eyes. His smile soothing, slowly bringing me back to my senses.

“You’ve done that before,” I said with certainty.

“A couple of times,” he answered, as his grin widened from ear-to-ear.

Mike opened my car door and collected my clothes. He rolled up the windows and pulled my keys from the ignition, placing them in my pocket.

“Come on,” he said, closing the door and walking toward the building. My dick, chilled by the night air and Mike’s saliva, withdrew into my coveralls. Opening the door, Mike flipped on a switch. Florescent bulbs flickered to life; blinding light spilled into the darkness as I followed him in.

Mike’s old Dodge pickup was parked in a bay behind the furthest door, the closest bay was empty. His shop was simple and well cared for. Much of the hardware looked scavenged or made from things designed for a different purpose.

I closed the door behind me as we walked to the back. The old stereo sitting on a red toolbox made me smile. I’d bet almost everything I own that classic rock would blast from the speakers if I turned it on. Opposite the door we entered was another, leading to a room in the back. Mike turned on the lights while killing those behind us.

We’d entered a laundry room. There was a door on the back wall to the right, the dark outside beyond its naked window. Facing it, an open doorway and staircase, leading up, the top cloaked in shadow.

Mike placed my clothes on the dryer and turned. Reaching into my pockets, he emptied them, placing everything into an old serving tray, on a shelf above the sink. Holding my left arm with his right hand, he slipped my watch off, adding it to the tray.

Crouching down, he loosened my bootlaces as I steadied myself, clinging to his strong shoulders. He slid my boots off, placing them on the floor next to some others. He pulled off my socks and dropped them in the washer. Lifting my arms, he freed them from my coveralls. They dropped to the floor, and I stepped out. He knelt, picked them up, and tossed them in.

Checking the pockets of my clothes, he added what he found to the tray then placed them, one-by-one, into the washer. Setting my sneakers with my boots, he straitened and stood still; taking in my naked body and grinning like a fool.

I stepped close and slid my fingers beneath the hem of his tank. Pulling it up over his head, I tossed it into the machine. I caressed his chest, running my fingertips through the black fur.

Kneeling before him, I slid his boots off, placing them beside mine. Pulling his socks from his feet, I stood, and dropped them in.

Sliding my hand down his left arm, stopping at his wristwatch. Unbuckling the leather strap, I placed it in the tray. I unhooked his belt, pulled it from the loops and set it on the dryer.

Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his lips as my hands probed his back pockets. His hard dick twitched against mine; aroused, mine began to stiffen. I pulled his wallet from the left and found nothing in the right. Dropping his wallet in the tray, I gently turned him around.

With my hard dick against his ass, I fingered his front pockets, the cloth inside wet. Teasing him from within, I caressed his hard shaft with my fingertips. Mike tilted his head back and growled softly. Kissing his neck, I fished his keys from the right and a pocketknife from the left, placing them in the tray.

Holding my right hand against his chest, my left unbuttoned his fly. I slowly lowered his zipper, teasing his hard dick with my palm. He let out a soft moan, his body melting back into mine. Drawing my hands to his waist, his body convulsed beneath my fingertips. I slid his jeans down, holding them as he freed each muscular leg; I tossed them in.

I inched the back of his briefs down, allowing my hard dick to wedge between his furry cheeks. Reaching around to massage his hard prick, pre-cum oozed from the fabric, coating my hand as I tugged and squeezed it.

Moving to the waistband, I slowly pulled on his briefs, running my fingers down, feeling the fire beneath his skin. He sighed deeply as his hard dick sprung free. I continued down his muscular thighs; gently biting his ass. He gasped in surprise, then chuckled softly.

Stepping out of his briefs, he turned around. I buried my face in the wet fabric, inhaling deeply. He watched, his hungry cock drooling, until I flung them in the machine.

Our bodies laid bare, Mike took my hand, guiding me around the corner and up the stairs. Reaching the top, he led me across the room, navigating in near darkness.

A solitary light in the opposite corner cast a warm glow, illuminating the table below and the bed to its right. Leading me to the bed, he climbed on. Resting his back against the pillows and headboard, he slapped his naked thighs. Understanding, I climbed and straddled his lap.

I caressed his furry chest, tracing his scar and his muscular ridges. He pulled my face to his, looking at me with pure lust, he growled, “My turn.”

A wild grin crossed his lips as he held my hips and his steely cock pressed hard against my ass. He began thrusting up against me, smearing pre-cum between my cheeks. His eyes, now hungry and intense; he was working towards a frenzy, and I was his next meal.

I was willing, and way beyond ready. I twisted his hard nipples and rubbed my cock against his stomach, then pressed my ass against his dick, begging him to fuck me.

He growled as he shifted his grip, angling my ass to meet his hard cock. It first missed the mark, but the second struck home. He pressed in, just past his tip, then paused. Mike searched my face, waiting for my consent. Relaxing my sphincter, I took a deep breath, then nodded.

With that, he pushed all the way in and slowly started to fuck me. The pain was intense, I howled until it subsided; his dribble easing its passage as it slid in and out. Pushing back to meet each thrust, I now wanted every inch of him inside, and I growled to let him know it.

Encouraged, he began yanking my hips down with his powerful arms, slamming his dick in. With each thrust, our grunting grew louder, morphing into growls, then further into guttural roars as sweat now covered our writhing bodies. I locked eyes with Mike, his look now intense, and primal. He was snarling, teeth bared, looking more like a beast than a man.

Moving, catlike, he pulled me off and tossed me onto my back at his side. In an instant, his mass was looming above, imposing and menacing. Pulling my legs up to his shoulders, he yanked my hips down to his raging prick. I grabbed the headboard as he plunged in. The brief quiet, shattered as our raucous fucking resumed. Reaching up and placing his strong hands over mine, he straightened his knees and began pounding my ass with his full weight. A wet “slap!” rang out with every deep stroke.

“Oh Fuck!” I yelled as he drove each thrust home, striking my prostate and sending my brain spinning. My dick, slobbering like a rabid dog, flicked threads of spittle all over our bodies. My climax approached swiftly with each powerful thrust.

Mike’s expression shifted; throwing his head back, he drove me over the edge. I howled as my cock exploded, firing wildly as each impact erratically altered the aim. Jizz flew onto our fingers, still clasped to the headboard, hit my face and pillow. It slung over my chest and splattered the bedding.

An earth-shaking roar erupted from deep within him, destroying Mike’s rhythm as his muscles convulsed. Buried deep inside me, his dick unloaded, interrupting his roar with each brutal surge. Trembling, Mike’s knees gave out as his strength failed, collapsing against me.

His breathing heavy, supporting a low rumble in his throat as sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest. Lowering his arms, he wrapped them around my legs, caressing my inner thighs with his gooey fingertips.

I studied his face as his breathing calmed. His forehead beaded with sweat, glistening in the lamplight. A satiated expression filling his features as we gazed into each other’s eyes. His lips curved up into a smile.

Placing my hand to the sides of his face, I traced his mustache with my thumbs, from beneath his nose, outward to the edge of his upper lip, curving down to his rugged jaw line. Pulling my left thumb into his mouth, he sucked on it, tasting my cum and licking it clean, then licking his fingers before lowering my legs to the bed.

He lay down on me, cleaning jizz from my face and sharing it with me as we kissed. Placing our chins on each other’s shoulder, he rested his full weight against me. Our breathing synchronized and slowed.

He reached for the lamp and switched it off, then laying his body against mine, he kissed my lips and fondled my soft dick as we drifted off to sleep.

My original gay story first published on Literotica. I look forward to any comments or feedback. — TwistedSocks

Mike the Mechanic — Chapter 1

At twenty-four, I worked as a parts-runner for a truck shop that serviced rigs for a nearby lumber mill. I spent most of my time fetching parts, sweeping the shop, and doing miscellaneous tasks. The shop, with three pull-through bays and some office space, was relatively small and filled with the usual clutter of tools, work benches and 50-gallon drums.

Classic rock bellowed from an old stereo; resting on top of Mike’s beat up toolbox. Mike, one of the day-shift mechanics, was a medium framed man in his early forties with short black hair and intense hazel eyes. A well-trimmed mustache covered his upper lip and extended down the sides of his mouth to a chiseled jaw. His smile never failed to brighten my mood and fuel an inferno of lustful thoughts. I assumed he was straight; suppressing my impulses to protect our working relationship.

Summer months in the shop were stifling. On this day, all six bay doors were open in a vain attempt to channel a nonexistent breeze. The useless ceiling fans pushed the hot air around, providing little relief.

During the hottest days, Mike would often open the zipper on his coveralls to let some air in. He always wore a white tank beneath, hiding what I imagined was a muscular chest adorned with hair the same color as that remarkable mustache.

I returned to the shop after fetching parts Mike needed to complete his current repair. He was working behind the open hood of a Kenworth tractor, wedged in between the out-turned tire and frame. A storm of obscenities echoed through the shop as Mike’s wrench slipped, bashing his knuckles into hard steel. His wrench clattered, bouncing across the concrete as I rounded the open hood. His shirtless back, glistening with sweat, halted me in my tracks.

He had lowered the top of his coveralls to his waist and tied the empty arms around to hold them up. His white tank was torn and tossed over the rig’s steering shaft. His skin, covered with sweat and grease, highlighted well-defined muscles as he bent to retrieve his tool. I watched him, mouth open, until he realized I was there and turned to accept the parts. His chest was covered with black hair, drenched in sweat, beautiful and intoxicating. He had an old scar above his left peck and a thin trail of hair leading all the way down, disappearing below his belt buckle.

I handed him the parts but continued looking at his naked torso for just a moment too long. When I finally met his eyes, he peered right back with a wide, shit-eating grin. I shifted awkwardly, moving to walk away when he grabbed his torn tank and tossed it to me.

"Here, get rid of this for me,” he said.

I snatched it out of the air and hurried to the shop's locker room. I knew I’d been caught. He knew he’d caught me, but he wasn't disgusted or pissed-off. He looked amused, if not pleased. I pushed the door open and sat on the bench below my locker. Taking a breath, I looked down at the tank in my right hand. It was soaked with sweat and stained with grease from whatever had torn it.

This piece of cloth had been where I longed to be; wrapped around that sexy man, basking in his body heat, and soaking up his scent. I pressed the cloth into my face and inhaled deeply. “Fuck!” I was so turned on.

"I have to stop. Can't do this here," I thought.

Opening my locker, I threw the tank in and closed it again. Composing myself with a splash of cold water, I returned to the shop.

Cleaning, I stole glances when Mike wasn't looking. I wanted to burn his image into my memory; not knowing if I would have this chance again. A few hours passed and Mike finished his work on the tractor. He signed the work order, reviewed a second, and entered the locker room.

Minutes later, the door opened, and he stepped out again. He looked as if he'd soaked his hair under the tap and wiped his face. His coveralls were pulled back up over his shoulders, but the zipper was still down, just above his navel and showing hints of hair but hiding his belt and jeans. He looked up and met my gaze, giving me another broad smile. Horrified, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

"Did he know I kept his tank? I didn't throw it away; the empty trashcan would attest to it.”

Sensing my fear, his face softened as he picked up some keys and walked back to the truck. Climbing into the cab, he gestured for me to take the other seat as the Cummins engine thundered to life. After a brief hesitation, I ran to the passenger door, pulled on the handle, and opened it up. Hoisting myself in and quickly slamming it shut as Mike blasted the horn and reversed out of the bay.

“I need to park this one and grab another. Since you were just gawking, you clearly have time to help me out,” he said with that grin.

“Thought I was being subtle.”

“Like a whore in church,” he replied, laughing. Embarrassed, I turned a little pink.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, as he pulled the truck into its spot and killed the engine.

We got out and locked it up. The second truck was at the far end of the main yard. It was a long-haul rig with an extended frame and sleeper. These were used to pull fifty-three-foot cargo vans and flatbeds across the country.

As we walked together, passing one empty trailer after another. Something about him was different, it took me mere seconds to realize what it was. The zipper of his coveralls had been lowered. Where his belt buckle should have been, there was more dark fuzz. No jeans, no briefs, just the hair above what was obviously now his freely swinging dick; hidden by the last couple inches of closed zipper. I swear I could see it moving back and forth, caressing the fabric of is coveralls.

Knowing that he was entirely naked under them sent blood rushing to my groin, making my shorts, instantly, too tight. I reached down to adjust and make a little space.

“Easy man, we have work to do,” he said, glancing down at the bulge in my hand.

We arrived at the truck, its trailer detached and set-back a few feet. I walked around to get in as Mike climbed into the driver’s seat and rolled down his window. I did the same, venting the unbearable heat.

His zipper was now bottomed out. The fine hairy trail expanded and then stopped abruptly as it met the base of his large dick, its business end still hidden. I was completely aroused and wanted so badly to reach over, pull it out and stroke it. But the look in his eyes, and straight lips beneath his mustache, made it clear that “we have work to do”. The sadistic fucker was toying with me. I was hard as stone and wanted him more than I could say, and he knew it.

He started the engine, and we sat for a few seconds, waiting for the tanks to fill with air. The pressure normalized with a loud hiss; Mike released the parking brake and pulled us onto the main road.

For five minutes we drove. He was silent, spending the first half of the drive listening, accelerating, braking, and listening some more.

I just watched him, wind rushing through his window, billowing the cloth around his exposed chest, and blowing his fur in frenetic waves. I shuddered as I daydreamed about pulling those coveralls off and entangling my naked body with his, writhing and fucking into complete exhaustion. Then falling asleep in his arms; our body hair matted with cum and dripping with sweat.

Mike, having finally come to some conclusion about the needed repairs, turned us around and headed back toward the shop. On the way back, his smile returned as he studied me with hungry eyes. I took this as a good sign, lowering the zipper on my coveralls. Reaching down, I began to rub my hard dick through my jeans.

His smile widened, and his cock twitched and pressed against his coveralls. Holding the wheel with his left, his right hand entered the gap at his chest and caressed the hair. He pinched his left nipple before continuing down, over his abdominals and stomach, then to his groin. Reaching below the zipper, he grabbed his cock and tugged on it gently.

Enthralled, I watched, willing him to pull it out. As if reading my mind, his hand pulled back, freeing his large prick from confinement. This sexy man was gifted. It was easily eight inches, cut and beautifully formed.

A small drop of clear fluid emerged from the end. Dabbing it with his middle finger, he reached over and offered it to me. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around and licked it clean. His hand carried the musky scent of his sweaty groin. I inhaled, savoring it until he pulled away and returned his hand to the wheel.

The truck slowed and Mike turned us into the overflow lot. The lot, full of parked trailers, was as far from the shop as possible, yet still on the grounds. He drove to the back row of trailers and reversed in, out of sight, between two empty vans. My heart was racing as he set the brake.

“Take those off,” he said, gesturing to my clothes with a nod and that shit-eating grin on his lips.

I stood up in front of the sleeper and quickly removed my coveralls, work boots, and socks as Mike killed the engine. I dropped my jeans, turned, and sat in the sleeper. Mike stood and pulled the privacy curtains over the front window, leaving the side windows uncovered for air.

He turned toward me as I began to take my shirt off. Reaching out, he grasped my hands, stopping me. He leaned in and kissed me, holding my head with his left hand and pressing his lips firmly against mine. I became lost at that moment, oblivious to everything but his kiss, until he pulled back, lifting my shirt over my head.

He rubbed my erection through my shorts, damp with sweat and my own natural lube. I could no longer resist; I reached out and held his beautiful cock. Beginning to stroke, I smeared pre-cum down the long shaft. I savored the hefty feel; watching the bliss written in his face as I gently slid my fist back and forth along its full length.

With a quick motion, he grabbed my hand and pulled away. I could tell by the sudden change in his expression that I had brought him to the edge.

He reached down with both hands and placed them on my waist. I shuddered as his hands touched my naked skin. In that same motion, he slipped his strong fingers beneath the waistband and slid my shorts off. My dick was free for the first time, he watched with those intense eyes as it snapped back, slapping my stomach.

I moved back into the sleeper to give him room. He loosened his boots, kicked them off and removed his socks. Pulling his well-muscled arms from the top of his coveralls, he let them drop to the cluttered floor. For the first time, I could fully appreciate Mike’s rugged physique.

Completely naked, he crawled in, straddled me, and lowered his body against mine. Gazing into my eyes and reaching down between our bodies, he stroked our dicks together, lubricating them with our pre-cum and sweat.

I placed my hands on his firm ass, pulling close, and grinding our bodies together. The sensation of my hard dick sliding against his and engulfed in his strong fist sent my brain spinning. I wanted this feeling to go on forever. Leaning down and kissing the side of my face, he whispered into my ear.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Sweat glistened on his skin and rolled down his torso as he sat back up, still grinding gently. The shit-eating grin was now mine as I imagined granting his request.

“OK, stay on top, you’ll be able to control how fast and deep; you can pull off if it's too painful” I said.

He gave me a brief look of indignation as he shifted, moving my dick behind, letting it rest against his tight ass. He spit in his hand for a little more lubrication. Rubbing it on his middle three fingers, he pushed them into his asshole. He jockeyed them around inside for several seconds, lubricating and loosening it up. Pulling them out, he grabbed my dick and lubed it up with more spit.

Lifting himself up, he centered over my dick and settled gently against it. At first, his tight ass refused to let me in. He paused, took a deep breath, and relaxed his sphincter. Trying again, with a quick “pop,” my cock slid in.

He stopped for a second to relax a little more, then carefully settled slowly down onto me. A low, intense growl came from his throat as a mix of pleasure and pain assaulted his senses. I took time to appreciate the sensation of being deep inside him. We were one; hot, sweaty, indulging our most primal instincts.

He began to move up and down slowly as the pain in his face transformed into pleasure. He increased his pace, and I began thrusting back up to meet him. His rigid dick bounced against my stomach, oozing shiny threads linking our writhing bodies. Grabbing it, I spread the slick clear liquid down his shaft. I stroked it slowly as Mike’s face contorted in waves of ecstasy; his breathing turning ragged and heavy.

Sitting up, I held his muscular torso and rolled us over, keeping myself planted firmly inside him. I lifted his left leg up on to my shoulder and began pounding his ass with deep, powerful strokes. He began growling loudly with each thrust, locking eyes with mine and urging me on. I was in utter ecstasy as the tension in my body built.

I felt myself getting close as I tugged his dick in rhythm with my thrusts. His breathing intensified sharply, and his pelvis bucked. Increasing pace, my thrusts sent him over the edge. His balls contracted, and hot cum began to fire out of his pulsing cock.

His body spasmed violently as a guttural roar accompanied each shot. The first ones went long, landing in his gaping mouth and adorning his mustache. The next few on his furry chest, and the last onto his glistening abdominals and stomach.

As he shot, I pushed back to add my own, but he gripped my ass firmly, pulling me back in. Locking eyes, I thrust harder. Holding my orgasm back with every ounce of will, the pressure intensified.

“Fuck!” I yelled as my rhythm gave way to involuntary spasms. My dick, buried in Mikes incredible ass, unloaded. Pulse after pulse, I shot into him, filling him up until I was completely spent. The sound of our ragged breathing and the smell of sweat and sex filled the cab. Staying inside him, I leaned down and kissed his lips, tasting his semen and cleaning it from his mustache. My dick softened and slowly slipped out. I lie down on his chest, smearing his jizz and feeling the rise and fall of his steadying breaths. We remained there for a few minutes, savoring the unusual intimacy.

Mike stirred, saying, “We have to get back to the shop.” I started collecting my clothes as he grabbed my shorts; wiping the cum and sweat from our bodies. I watched him for a moment as he got into his coveralls and placed my shorts in his pocket.

“Mike, I’m going to need those,” I said. He slid his hand into another pocket and pulled out his torn tank, handing it to me.

“Consider it a trade,” he said with that familiar grin. I held the tank up to my face and inhaled.

Pulling it away, I replied, “fair enough,” then stuffed it into my coveralls.

He opened the curtains and settled into the driver’s seat as I finished dressing. He started the engine, released the brake, and pulled out.

Our workday was ending as we drove into the center bay. Getting out, Mike briefed a night-shift mechanic about the truck repairs. I went to the locker room to clean up. I was in there for a few minutes when Mike walked in. Looking around to be certain we were alone, he kissed me.

“I have never felt anything like that,” adding, “We can’t fuck around at work anymore, I can’t afford to lose this job.” He handed me a piece of paper with his address on it. “Come by this weekend,” he said as he sat down and took off his work boots and socks. He removed his coveralls, revealing his naked body once more, before grabbing a towel and walking back to the shower. Turning with a smile, he closed the door and vanished.

I changed into my street clothes and headed for my car. I have never showered at work but knowing Mike was there now made me want to start. Heeding his words, I dismissed the thought and climbed into my car. It was Thursday, the weekend now seemed so far away. Reliving the past hour and grinning from ear-to-ear, I drove home.