| Ron's Towing & Tune Up's | ||
| You get a feel for it after awhile.
I slowed the wrecker down to get a good look. The hood was up, blocking my view
of whoever was under it. A beat up old Mustang already had me sensing it was
some broke kid. No money for a tow, much less a repair. But I hit the brakes! "Hot damn!" I muttered. I couldn't even see his face, he was bent over under the hood, but I knew he was gonna be a hot one just from the well filled out jeans! Nice plump rump on this one! The denim was straining over two pretty pieces of man hams! Nice thick legs supported the athletic looking butt! Then as he heard the wrecker screech to a halt, he looked up. A man ain't supposed to be that pretty! There was something bout him that made my cock quiver! I stepped out of the tow truck and walked closer. Oh, he was a young one, no more then 18 or 19. He stood up right and the view just got better. He was a short one, maybe 5 foot 7 but he had the stance and build of a jock boy. His face was pretty and smooth, didn't even see a sign of beard stubble. I took a pinch of snuff as I looked him over. Hell, he was the thing that could cause wet dreams! But I didn't let my quivering cock do all my thinking. I noticed the out of state plates on the heap. Texas plates, the hot little stud was more then likely on his way to Florida. No other reason for a stud like this to be in Rome Georgia. He had the frustrated look on his face that I had seen so often. Car breaks down, you get a bit frustrated. He kicked at the bumper and yelled 'Fucking piece of shit!" "Ain't much that goes wrong with these old cars." I said. "You take care of them, they take care of you." "Oh yeah?" He said. 'Well, I took care of this one when it broke down in fucking Mississippi. But you know what man, the car's broke and so am I. I ain't got money to pay for a wrecker much less a repair. So you may as well go bout what ever you were doing." He was mad as hell and it made him even hotter looking. His big cat shaped eyes were flashing hell fire. His hot little jock body was all tight with tension. I broke that tension and grinned, holding out my hand. "I'm Ron." He didn't smile back but he did shake my hand. Electric current ran from him and made my dick tingle. His hand was firm and strong. "Nice to meet you Ron," his voice was bitter. "I'm having a bad day." I made my grin a bit bigger, "Well, like I said, I'm Ron." I pointed to my name on the side of the tow truck. "Ron's Towing & Tune Up's. Do you go by 'having a bad day, or should I just call you have?" A slight smile came to his lips, his cat eyes glittered. "Sorry dude. I'm Jeremy." His smile faded as he looked at the engine in his old Mustang. "I ain't trying to be rude man, just like I said I'm broke. I paid out $200 for a tow and a fucking alternator and I'm fucking broke!" I wanted this hot jock boy about as much as I had wanted anything. Games were fun to play but this wasn't the place for a game. Redneck was what some would call me, but I thought of myself as a simple country boy that was as queer as a 3 dollar bill. I spit out my snuff and said, "I'm gonna come straight to the point. You got any folks or friends you can call and wire you some money?" "Naw," he said and he kicked the Mustang's bumper again. "You got anything you can pawn?" I asked. He shook his head. "I ain't got a damn thing. This car, my clothes, and maybe enough money for one more tank of gas." "But you're wrong. You got something." I answered. His forehead knitted into a frown. "Whaddaya mean?" I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out a $10. I pointed to some thick trees on the side of the road. "See those trees? Walk over to 'em, pull off those blue jeans and this $10 will be yours." His forehead drew up more making his eyes even wider and prettier. "You're a lot taller then me, my jeans won't fit you." Was he that innocent? Was he that dumb? Or was he trying to pretend I hadn't just come onto him? It didn't really matter what was going on in his head. I wanted what I wanted, that was what mattered. And this wasn't a time for neither of us to play games. "I don't want your jeans, Jeremy. I want what's in 'em." I responded. I saw confusion cover his face. His mouth opened then shut. Then it opened again. "Dude!" His head shook slowly as if he was in disbelief. I nodded my head. "We'll walk over to them trees. I'll suck your dick, and I'll give you this $10." I saw all kinds of emotions fly over his pretty face. Disbelief, anger, frustration, confusion, and shock. After about 3 minutes of silence I saw something else in his face and his big pretty boy eyes. He looked at the $10 I was still holding and he said, "My dick is worth $50! Give me $50 dude and I'll let you suck it." Well, to be honest, I've only resorted to dick sucking a few times. I don't really like dicks, but I like young hot studs. The city boys in Atlanta call me a top. But I could give on this issue if it got me what I really wanted. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to play a small game with this pretty jock. I waved the $10 at him and shook my head. "This $10, a free tow to my shop, and one of my mechanics will check out your car." We bargained back and forth for a few minutes. I was the one frowning now. I gave him a $20 to suck his dick! I don't like to suck dicks but that face, those eyes, that body! I was silently cussing myself out as I followed him into the trees. Okay, we were in the trees. I watched his nervous shaking hands fumbling at the snap on his jeans. I knew he had never done nothing with a guy before as I watched him. He took on a younger appearance as fear of the unknown filled him. I would have felt sorry for him if I had wanted him so bad. As he was fumbling I decided to give him the best head I could and make it decent for him. The $20 I had gave him, the free tow I had promised wasn't gonna get him to Florida. I would do my best at sucking his dick even though that wasn't my goal. I was surprised when he finally managed to get his dick out. Even though it was soft, it was big fat noodle! And it was uncut! I'd never seen another uncut dick! I thought I was the one the doctor had missed! I stared at it, appreciating that he had skin, his cock hood. He didn't have no where near the hood I had, but I could tell no knife had touched his dick. But the thing was, he had just fished his cock out. Our bargain had been his jeans came off. I thought about making him meet the bargain but you would have had to see how scared he looked. I let him keep his jeans on. I cussed myself out in my mind cause I wanted to see his ass! I moved in front of him. I knelt down and kissed the skin on his cock. I told him I was shocked at how big his dick was. Just from praising his dick it stiffened a bit. He liked hearing my words. Being uncut, I knew what would feel great to him. After kissing his skin a few times I ran my tongue inside it! Yeah, he moaned! I suckled his big dick and his skin! His cock grew firmer, longer and thicker! His dick hood drew back! I did to him what I liked feeling on my own cock! His fingers brushed my hair a few times as I did my best to give him a super blow job. Even though his balls were still hidden inside his jeans, I sensed them drawing up! My mouth was tired, my jaws ached, my throat felt irritated! Pretty boy Jeremy had about 8 inches of cock! A dick that thick and long would have been a cock sucker's dream but it was hard for me to handle. I forced myself to give him what I liked to receive. I worked his cock just like I wanted my own sucked! He lasted a long time, too long, but I knew he was about to fire. And I knew he wanted his cum swallowed just like I always wanted my swallowed. Seed ain't a thing to waste! I swallowed it as he jetted out 5 or 6 wads. I think swallowing is better then tasting it too long anyway. As he shot, his fingers were pulling at my short hair hard! He was thrusting his big jock stud cock in and out of my mouth! I didn't like none of that and decided to keep that in mind, cause I knew I pulled hair and fucked mouths when I had the chance. Well, he had nutted and now we were both uncomfortable, Him because he had sold his dick, me cause I don't like dicks. So as he was sticking his now soft prick inside his jeans, I said, "Let's get that old Mustang to my shop." It's kind of funny sometimes. Maybe more strange then funny. I had just sucked this hot jock boy off, halfway made myself suck him, and now there was no words we could share. Somewhere deep inside my belly his cum was probably running around looking for eggs to fertilize. Yet we couldn't even speak right now. Sex with strangers. I figure. I was hooking his old 'Stang up to the truck. On a car that old I had to get under it and hook into the unibody. Ford had built these old Mustangs cheap. The bumpers on them were just a strip of chrome. My cock was hard and if he was watching he would see the print thru my jeans. Yeah, he had a big dick, but I had a huge one. If he was watching, he would be able to tell I had 'a rise in my Levi's.' We climbed into the wrecker, both of us were nervous. We didn't speak at all. Were there any words to say? My shop was in an older part of Rome. On Daughtery Street. A small prefab building that I had made into a business. I was still pretty young, just 28, but I had worked hard. And I had two good friends that worked for me, gay buddies that were probably the best damn mechanics in Georgia. We had gone to school together. As kids we had jacked off together, did that entire teenaged boy crap. Trouble was we all were gay, and we all were tops. Oh, we had tried sex, gay sex with each other but it ended up in laughter and jacking each other off. As we grew up, we had gone to Atlanta, hit the gay bars and partied. Rome Georgia was a small place, But Atlanta wasn't. About once a month the three of us would head to Atlanta for a weekend. We'd get motel rooms. We'd get bottoms. And we'd go back to Rome and brag to each other how hard we had fucked! As I backed Jeremy's Mustang into one of the bays in the shop I found something to say. "Just act normal. Nothing happened. This is my place of business. Act normal around these guys, okay?" Jeremy kind of glared at me, "What if I tell them you paid me $20 bucks and sucked me off?" I started to get mad, but then changed my mind. What if he did tell them? That would be interesting. Rick and John knew me well. "You don't want to tell them Jeremy." "Okay, man. If you fix my car up, I won't say anything. I mean fix it so it runs man. For free! You get my meaning? I won't tell nothing if you fix me up man." Jeremy had a smirk on his face. For a couple of seconds I felt anger that I had never known build up inside me. This pretty boy was going to try and blackmail me! I started laughing as I stepped out of the tow truck and into the garage. Jeremy followed close behind me, "I swear man, fix my car and I won't say a word." I stopped so fast that Jeremy bumped into me. I yelled "Look what I found on the side of the road! Dave! John! Look at this kid! He's as fucking pretty as it gets! I even sucked his dick!" Jeremy had that worried frown on his face again. My anger was gone, I grinned at him and took another dip of snuff. Jeremy was kind of in a daze. I kept talking to my buddies, "He's got a real big cock for a short guy. He's got foreskin! I sucked it and you know how I hate sucking cock!" Jeremy was shaking. His eyes were wider then ever, his face had gone white. He was prettier then the first time I had seen him! "I think he's straight," I added. "He thought he could blackmail me and get his car fixed. He told me if I fixed it for free he would keep quiet about me sucking his dick!" Jeremy's face was red. His mouth opened and closed again but no words came out. Dave was the first one that spoke. "Hot damn! He does look hot!" John asked, "So you want us to check out your boy or his car?" "I'm gonna be fair about this, I gonna ignore that this pretty piece of manhood was gonna try and blackmail me. Check out his car. And make him watch! I'm gonna go brush my teeth cause I really did suck his cock and I got that nasty taste in my mouth." There was nothing that Jeremy could add or say. I guess he could have walked out of the shop and left his car. But where was he going? I went to my office and into the rest room and began scrubbing the after taste of cum out of my mouth. I hated sucking dicks! I scrubbed at my teeth and rinsed my mouth out a few times! I figured Jeremy's cum had tasted as good as it gets, but shit I hated that taste! But sucking his dick got him here. And I still wanted some of that jock boy's straight ass! Yeah, it would be worth it if I got my wish! I knew Dave and John real well. By this time they had a good suspicion of what was wrong with Jeremy's old car. By this time they both had their shirts off and were trying to show out! They would be using their built bodies to compete totally oblivious of the fact the Jeremy didn't go for male bodies. As I stepped back into the shop, I grinned. I had been right, my buddies were shirtless! But they had gone a step further, all three of them were drinking Jack and Coke! I had to grin and shake my head. Jack Daniel's had its own way of making straight men turn! "So what's the verdict?" I asked. Dave answered, "He's fucking hot!" "Duh!" I responded. "I meant the car?" "Oh, the distributor, it's worn out, points ain't opening and closing, no fire." Dave answered. That was about a $200 dollar job with parts and labor. That was enough. Enough for me to get a chance at sliding my dick up Jeremy's ass! I fixed myself a drink, "Well, parts and labor you're gonna owe me about $200 Jeremy. How you gonna pay that?" I was also refilling Jeremy's drink, but I forgot to add the Coke. Dave wasn't the smartest of us, but every once in a while, he surprised me. "Hell, we pay those straight dudes in Atlanta to dance for us. Why don't we let this kid dance?" Jeremy had a little buzz going on. His pretty eyes were wide. They were probably seeing dollar signs. "How much do you pay 'em?" he asked. I could tell the Jack was hitting him, his voice was slurring a bit and had that Texas twang that made my dick quiver and shake. I shook my head, "We tip 'em, we don't pay 'em." John piped in, "Yeah, and they dance and strip. We get to touch 'em when we tip 'em." Jeremy's drink was almost empty, I was fixing him another one. I could almost hear the gears in his mind grinding. He was thinking he was in a nest of faggots that wanted to suck his big uncut dick. He was thinking in the way that good looking straight men think. Straight men think that way. They think faggots all want to suck their dicks. Straight men don't know the fine lines in gay sexuality. They don't know what a top, bottom, or versatile position is. A straight man thinks all fags want dick. It would overload their minds to think it could be more. And that's how Jeremy was thinking. He wasn't picturing us as men with hard dicks, he was seeing us as faggots that wanted to suck his dick. Before he even spoke, his big pretty eyes were telling his private thoughts. Jeremy thrust out his chest as I handed him another drink. "I could strip or something, but I ain't letting no more fags suck my cock!" It would never occur to Jeremy that we didn't want his dick. He wouldn't even think the target was his mouth or ass. But I wanted him to think that way. I spoke up, "Okay, we won't try and suck it, but we get to touch it, right?" Again Jeremy's big pretty eyes showed him busy thinking. His drink was almost empty again. This time John was handing him another drink, another straight Jack. "You can touch it for $5, but you can't hold it or nothing, just feel it." Jeremy's voice was really slurring now, he was also getting pretty loud. As we all agreed not to hold his dick, Jeremy was guzzling down some more. I turned on some music. Jeremy began to dance, if you could call what he was doing dancing. He was sticking his chest out and humping his crotch. He was also grinning and drinking from the plastic cup he still held. John refilled the dancing straight jock's cup. We all stuck a dollar bill into his waist band. We also all demanded, "Take it off! Take it off!" The hot stud stumbled a bit but the alcohol had taken away any inhibitions he once may have had. His shirt was the first thing to go. I moved closer as he raised it up. A nice hard flat belly came into view, nice and smooth except for a fine line of jock down from his navel downward, disappearing into his jeans. As his shirt went higher, I saw tan nipples on some nice smooth pecs. Thin brown hair deep in his pits and the shirt was off. I walked forward tucking a dollar into his jeans and handing him a fresh drink. His sexy eyes glistened as he took a long drink, still swaying. Another drink and another dollar, he swayed and staggered as he kicked off his shoes. He stumbled, almost falling as he bent down to take off his socks. Words of encouragement, a few more dollars, and another drink had him teasingly unsnapping his jeans. He toyed with the snap, exposing the top of grey boxer shorts, teasing us with just the top of a thick brown bush. A few more swallows and a new drink slowly brought the jeans down. The three of us stood side by side, painfully hard as we watched our drunk straight jock perform. As he kicked the jeans off of his feet, several dollars dropped from the loose legs of his boxers. He danced on sturdy thick legs, almost hairless above the knees with a dusting of brown curlies on his calves. There's something about watching a drunken straight boy in just his boxers. His cock and balls flopped inside the boxers, their weight evident. As drunk as he was, he knew how to tease, he gripped at his package, he slowly lowered the boxers showing us only pubes. More tips, another drink and we shouted for him to take it all off! Swaying and giggling, he lowered the boxers to the base of his fuck shaft. Turning and stumbling, we were treated to a view of the top portion of his white muscular jock butt! Smooth globes that the sun hadn't touched, tight full cheeks that begged to be spread apart! Several more dollars caused his boxers to come off! He knew he was hot, he knew he was built and nicely hung! He swaggered and swayed making his balls bounce and his cock tremble. He grinned in his drunken stupor as he jiggled his dick and balls for us. "Fuck! I need to fuck!" John muttered. I had another idea, a kinky thing, a strange thought. That thick brown bush of pubic glory just didn't belong on this young jock studling! It needed to come off! I approached him with a folded dollar bill, I ran it down his chest, tracing his nipples with it. He grinned as I handed him the dollar wrapped around a fresh drink. I touched his thick bush and told him, "I'll give you $10 if you let me shave that off!" He giggled and jerked away as my fingers dug into his pubes. "$100 and you can do it man!" He slurred and swallowed more liquor. We bargained, and he swayed and stumbled, too drunk to know we had reached the same $10 I had originally offered. "Okay! $10! It'll grow back! But I want the $10 first!" he demanded. He giggled and shook his body, making his cock shake. Dave had already produced a razor and shaving cream as I helped our jock boy to a work table. I lathered his bush, coating his pubes and ball sack with a coating of shaving cream. He giggled and jerked as I sprayed some cream directly into his hooded foreskin. I had found him and brought him here so I took first rites and shaved at his bush. But I shared, and let my friends participate. Too soon, too quick, his cock bush was gone. The touching and the shaving had caused him to grow thicker and firmer but not hard. His appearance on the table, naked, shaved, and drunk made him even sexier. He didn't resist or struggle as I bent my lips to his. Honestly, I think he was too drunk to know that he was kissing another man. I fumbled with my clothes as I kissed and tongued his unresisting mouth. Dave and John each had a jock tit, they slurped and suckled from. It had been a long time since me and my buddies had run a train. Nothing was gonna stop me from pulling a train with them on this hot straight boy. They kept his nipples busy as I poured another drink down his sexy little mouth. We lost our clothes as we touched and felt the jock boy's bod up. My dick was so hard it was a steady throbbing ache. A steady trickle of precum had filled the inside of my long dick helmet. Jeremy's eyes were shut, those pretty eyes were the first thing I touched with my cock. I smeared my cock snot on his eyes lids, all over his handsome face! As it dried, I opened his mouth wide and fed some of my cock inside. He was too drunk to suck, but I stroked my dick allowing a thick stream of ball goo to leak inside his mouth. John was holding the boy's legs up as Dave tossed his ass ring! They took turns rimming Jeremy's ass as I did a slow stroke into his mouth. He made a few moans but was otherwise almost silent. He giggled as I lifted his hot body and bent him over my desk. I massaged his muscular ass enjoying the soft skin on the firm globes. I parted his cheeks and let my dick brush the velvet skin. I moaned as my cock tip made first contact with that well eaten out ass ring. My buddies had worked plenty of spit inside it, their tongues had loosened and teased it but it was still a tight band of muscle. It took effort on my part to penetrate it, to take his cherry! As I entered him, he looked over his shoulder at me, screaming for me to stop. I watched his eyes, I watched his pretty face as I kept going in deeper and deeper. My buddies held him, played with his tits as I did the deed! I slow fucked him, slow and deep until he opened up. His body took on a new shape inside, a shape for a man to fuck deep and hard! And that's what I did, that's how I fucked him! His ass clutched and held, it rubbed my prick with its smooth silky warmth as I screwed the jock stud! Harder, harder, as deep as I could dick him! I started cumming, waves of ecstasy as my seed shot up inside him! But that was just the first nut, the first cum! As the last wad of my man seed pumped out of my cock, I started pumping hard and fast again! He cried out and his back was sweaty as I screwed in and out of his stud hole! Deep in and out! Half an hour later, I fired round two! This time it was the draining orgasm that almost makes your nuts hurt! It was the kind of climax that seems too thick and too much for your piss slit to fire out! I panted and groaned, too weak to pull free of his still gripping ass for a few minutes. Dave helped me move, and John took my place. I sat for awhile, resting and recovering. I watched John fuck. The boy grunted and groaned, John fucked and moaned. Dave was fucking Jeremy as I felt energetic enough to begin working on the jock's car. The boy's ass must have reached a fucked raw point, he whimpered as Dave's body crashed against him. Dave must have got a real good nut, cause he didn't move for a few minutes, he rested on the boy's back panting like a hound dog. John took my place under the hood of the Mustang as I went for round three. I flipped the stud over on his back and lifted his legs high! His ass ring had lost it virgin pink color, it was a thick lipped shade of red now. But I entered it again, it was still a tight fuck hole! Dave sucked the boy's tits as I fucked, he worked the boy's uncut jock stick! Me and my buddy Dave worked at a common goal this time. Dave was tit licking and stick stroking the boy, and I was dicking at the jock butt knob! Jeremy's fat cock was hard and leaking, and I just fucked at that little gland inside him! Together, we made the studling cum! Jeremy screamed out, it was that surprising first cum that a dude doesn't know an ass fucking can give him! It was that nut that straight boy's don't know a good butt rimming can bring on! It was the climax that made his asshole spasm as he pumped his seed onto his own flat little stomach! His twitching asshole made me cum! Fuck what a nut he gave me! I was sleepy and tired and drained! John was fucking again, I was tired and damp with fuck sweat but I finished the work on the Mustang. Dave was plowing the stud's ass as I finally started the car. I don't know if we had fucked the kid sober, or if we fucked him so long that time sobered him up. As soon as he was free of cocks, he grabbed his jeans, pulled them up over his cum leaking fuck hole and jumped in his car! He left his boxers, he left his shirt, he left the money we had tipped him. The tires screamed on his old Mustang as he pulled out of the shops driveway. The three of us just grinned at each other. I picked up his deserted boxers intending to wipe sweat off my body. But then I thought better of it, deciding to keep them for a trophy. |
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