Joe discovers what he really needs

It was mid-afternoon when Joe’s phone pinged with a text from Carter:

“Guess who’s coming over to “check out my security” this evening?”

“That copper who arrived after the break-in? Alex, was it?” Joe replied.

“Yep, and I plan to check out a few other things too when he’s here!”

“Have fun, m8.”

Joe shouldn’t have cared what Carter got up to. He knew the mechanic was well into his sexual adventures with his fuck-buddies, and the copper would be just one more to add to the list. And yet, Carter’s text had soured his mood for some reason. Maybe he was just envious that it was Carter and not he that was getting his hands on the very horny looking copper. Yes, he thought, that’s it – lucky fucker!

He arrived home from work just before six and didn’t bother to drop into the garage, as had become his habit lately. Better leave Carter to it, he thought. He opened a beer and stood looking down from his fourth floor living room window as Jason the apprentice left and Carter began to lock up for the day. Right on cue, the copper arrived, and he and Carter went in, closing the door behind them.

ooOoo

“Good to see you, mate.” said Alex. “especially in those dirty boots and overalls!”

“And you too mate.” replied Carter, looking the copper up and down. Alex was still wearing his police-issue combat trousers and boots but had a dark bomber jacket covering his uniform shirt, to hide the fact that he was police.

“Want a beer?” asked Carter.

“Er, ok then.” came the reply, and the mechanic walked over to the fridge, returning with a couple of cans. Alex peeled off his jacket and Carter could see for the first time just how big and muscular the copper was, with broad shoulders, huge biceps and great pecs. The black polo shirt was, Carter thought, at least a size too small, but it looked great, stretched tightly across his chest.

The two men drank beer and made small-talk for a few minutes, before Alex suddenly grabbed Carter and pulled him into him. Carter went to kiss the copper, but instead Alex placed his hands on Carter’s shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees. The copper undid his belt and flies and pulled out his already hard cock, which was 9” long and impressively fat.

Without saying anything, Alex put his hands behind Carter’s head and forced his cock into his mouth. He fucked the mechanic’s mouth roughly, causing him to gag repeatedly. Alex spat down onto his cock and into Carter’s face and mouth. He peeled Carter’s overalls off his shoulders and arms, so that they hung around the mechanic’s waist.

After a few minutes, the copper pulled Carter up from the floor and forcefully pushed him face down onto the workbench. He pulled the overalls down, exposing Carter’s arse, and spat down on it. Carter realised what was coming and knew he was expected to submit completely to the copper’s will. He felt Alex’s fingers probing his hole, then his cock pressing hard against it. The copper pulled Carter’s cheeks apart and forced his cock in, causing the mechanic to cry with pain. This only seemed to drive on the assault and Alex pumped Carter’s hole aggressively until his cock was buried deep within it.

The copper pounded away for a few minutes until, with a roar, he shot his load deep into Carter’s guts. He pulled out and immediately shoved his cock back into his trousers before buttoning up his flies and buckling his belt.

Carter stood up and turned around, to see the copper pulling his bomber jacket on.

“Fuck!” said Carter, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, gotta go.” replied the copper.

“Oh, let me guess. Your boyfriend will have dinner on the table and you don’t want to be late.” said Carter, acidly.

“No, but I got to get home to my wife and kids.” replied Alex, flatly. “Anyway, what do you care? You just got your arse fucked hard, which is all you queers want, isn’t it? Just think of me when you wank off later!”

Carter was momentarily lost for words, then he felt the anger rising within him.

“Get the fuck out of my garage, you sick homophobic cunt!”

Without another word, the copper turned and left.

ooOoo

Joe was surprised when there was a knock on the door just before six-thirty. He opened it to find Carter standing outside with a face like thunder.

“Come in, mate.” said Joe. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening. Things didn’t work out with the copper then?”

“Get me a beer, mate.” replied Carter. “I really need one right now.”

Carter told Joe about what had gone down at the garage, and the copper’s revelation about having a wife and kids at home.

“I know I’ve no right to complain. I knew it was just a no-strings fuck. At first, I was turned on by being dominated by him, but he treated me like a piece of dead meat, like he hated me and wanted to hurt me. I’ve never experienced that before with a guy. It’s a bit scary, thinking about just what he might have done to me.”

“It’s himself he hates, not you.” replied Joe. “He’s either gay or bi and can’t get what he needs at home from his wife, so he whores around, and despises himself for it.”

“I know I’m no saint, but I hate the thought of helping him cheat on his wife and kids.” All my fuck-buddies are free and single, so there’s no cheating involved.” Carter continued.

After a long pause, he added. “My dad used to cheat on my mum all the time, until she finally saw him for what he was and threw him out. I don’t want to be anything like him, or to be be involved with guys like that.”

Suddenly, Joe was seeing a side of Carter previously unknown to him, a vulnerability he had kept hidden under his macho bravado. Joe also realised that he hadn’t been envious that it was Carter and not he that was getting to fuck the copper, but jealous that Carter was with anyone other than him. Shit, he thought, was he developing feelings for the mechanic?

“Look, I think you could do with some company this evening. I was about to make some dinner. Why don’t you stay?”

“That would be nice.” replied Carter, quietly.

The two men ate, drank and talked late into the evening. Finally, Carter said,

“I guess I should get going.”

“Stay… please.” replied Joe, looking directly into Carter’s eyes. Carter just smiled and nodded.

The two men showered and fell into bed together. They held each other close as they drifted off into a deep sleep, each enjoying the warmth and security of the other’s body.

The following morning felt a little awkward for both Carter and Joe. Something had changed in their relationship. They were no longer just no-strings fuck-buddies, but what were they now instead? Both busied themselves grabbing some breakfast and getting ready for work. As they crossed the road to the garage, they each felt reluctant to go their separate ways. Carter surprised Joe by hugging him and kissing him full on the lips.

“Thanks mate.” Carter said. “I really enjoyed last night. It was a nice end to a shit day!”

Joe’s morning at work was uneventful, but he was still preoccupied with the events of the night before. At lunch, his mate, Craig, who could read him like a book, asked,

“What’s up, mate? You look like you've got something on your mind.”

“Oh, I had a bit of an odd evening last night, and I’m trying to get my head around it” replied Joe.

”C’mon, spill. Uncle Craig will sort you out”.

Joe told Craig about the evening he had spent with Carter, without going into any details as to what had occurred beforehand.

“So, you think that Carter really is a nice guy and you have feelings for him? What’s the problem?” asked Craig.

“It’s just that he’s a player. He enjoys fucking around and has given no indication of being interested in a relationship. I enjoy what we have as ‘friends with benefits’ and don’t want to screw that up with him.”

“Yeah, but that ship has sailed, hasn’t it?” You have got feelings for him, clearly, so you gotta tell him.”

“Yeah, and then he runs a mile.” replied Joe, dejected.

“Look, you don’t know that he doesn’t want a relationship. If that’s the case, then you at least need to stop having sex with him, otherwise it will fuck you up, seeing him with other men. Better have him as a friend with no benefits instead.”

Joe grimaced at the thought of not having sex with Carter again, but even moreso at the thought of not being to share the intimacy they had lately enjoyed after sex.

“I need to give it some thought.” said Joe.

That evening, he dropped into Carter’s garage on the way home from work.

“Just wanted to see you’re ok after yesterday.” he said.

“Never better, mate.” replied Carter, dismissively, without making eye-contact with Joe.

Fuck, thought Joe, the old Carter’s back with a vengeance.

“Fine, see you later then.” said Joe, sharply, as he turned to leave.

“Wait!” said Carter. Joe stopped but didn’t turn around.

“Sorry I was being an arse. You were there for me yesterday when I really needed someone.”

“I thought you and I felt something special last night.” replied Joe, hesitantly. “I guess I was wrong.”

“You weren’t… you’re not wrong.” said Carter.

Joe turned to face the mechanic, who continued,

“You’re just out of a three-year relationship and enjoying your freedom. I don’t want to be your rebound lover, or just another notch on your bedpost. I like you far too much for that… I… Fuck, Joe, I think I might love you.”

Joe’s heart somersaulted in his chest. He walked forward, put his arms around Carter and gave him a long passionate kiss.

“I think I might love you too.” whispered Joe. “I’ve been afraid to say anything, in case you wouldn’t want to commit, and I can’t share you.

“Maybe it’s about time I stopped fucking around and settled down.” replied Carter. “I suppose I’m not getting any younger.”

“Hey, I could call you daddy.” Said Joe, grinning.

“You just try that and see what happens.” replied Carter, giving Joe a playful punch on the arm.

The two men went back to Carter’s house, where the mechanic cooked supper. After a relaxing evening on the sofa, they showered and went to bed, where they shared the most passionate, intimate sex that either had experienced in a long time. Each knew that they were making a leap into the unknown, but felt it was worth the risk to see where it might take them.

The End