Joe discovers what he really needs

That night, Joe slept better than he had for weeks. He was still out of it when his alarm sounded at 7.15am and he reflexively reached out to hit the snooze button. As he started to wake up, he wondered if he had just had a very raunchy wet dream, as he had a raging hard-on. He glanced around him and saw the dirty, damp overalls and rigger boots on the floor.

Not a dream then! he thought, grinning to himself. He smelled the heady mix of oil, sweat, piss and cum that filled the bedroom and remembered that he had been too tired to take a shower when he finally arrived home around 2.00am and, anyway, he hadn’t wanted to wash away the experience just yet.

The alarm sounded again, and Joe realised that he would be late for work unless he got a move on. He jumped into the shower, dried himself off and got dressed in his work gear; black and grey Snickers work trousers, black safety boots and a grey T-shirt. He picked up the overalls from the bedroom floor and was about to throw them into the washing machine, but changed his mind. Instead, he draped them over a chair to allow them to dry as they were.

Joe was running late so he had to hurry to catch his bus. Carters was open, but there was no sign of the boss as he passed by. He arrived just in time to jump aboard the bus and find a seat. Joe was still dog-tired, but strangely exhilarated after last night’s adventure. His aching hole was a reminder of what he had been subjected to. Joe was not used to being fucked, and two big cocks in one night was hard to take, literally – hard, but fucking brilliant! he thought, grinning again to himself.

Work was the usual boring shit, but at least he was on the forklift today, which was less physical than pushing sack-barrows around. At lunch break, his mate, Craig, who was straight but always took an interest in Joe’s sex life for some reason, sat opposite him in the canteen and said, “You got your end away last night, didn’t you?” Joe was taken aback and replied, “Yeah, how did you know?”

“It’s that stupid grin on your face.” Craig said. “I can always tell. Right, dish the dirt. Who was he? Where did you meet him?”

Joe would normally give Craig a few details about his hook-up to satisfy his curiosity, but on this occasion he was reticent as he still hadn’t got his head around what had gone down the previous evening. So, he replied, “Just some guy, a mechanic.”

“Did you give him a full service then?” Craig asked, laughing at his own joke. Joe laughed too, but at Craig's unintended irony. If only he knew how Joe, a self-professed alpha-male, had submitted to not one but two men, not just being fucked, but pissed on too, for fuck's sake... and just how much he had been turned on by it.

Joe had come out relatively late, at 24. More accurately, that was when he admitted, to himself and to others, that he wasn’t bisexual after all. Before then, he had never had a steady relationship with either a girl or a boy, just lots of casual sex. In either case, he was always the one doing the fucking and he had a strangely ‘traditional’ view of his role in bed, even when he was with another man. The events of the previous night were great but, at the same time, a bit unsettling.

“So, was he just a good fuck, or could he be boyfriend material?” Fortunately for Joe, Craig's questions were cut short by the end of their lunch break.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and the next few days too. Joe followed his usual routine of work, gym and five-a-side. Back in his flat after a workout, he couldn’t resist putting on the dirty overalls and boots Carter had given him. Fuck, he felt horny! Joe realised that he and Carter hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, but was encouraged by the mechanic’s parting gift. He had Carter's mobile number, of course: it was painted on the sign above the garage across the road. Joe sent a brief text:

“Alright m8? Enjoyed the other night, wouldn’t mind getting together again. Joe.”

He waited nervously for a reply. Fuck! This was all new to him. Normally, Joe was the one pulling the strings, keeping other guys waiting. He was used to being in control.

Joe’s phone pinged:

“Ok m8. Good to hear from you. Call in at 6.00pm tomorrow, if you can.”

Joe’s heart leapt, and his cock stiffened. He lay down on the sofa, still in the dirty overalls and boots, and jacked off, covering himself in a load of cum.

The following day at work seemed to go on forever. Joe had liked the idea of working in a warehouse, expecting to be surrounded by well-built guys in work gear, but the reality was a bit disappointing. The place was spotlessly clean and his workmates were a mixed bunch. There were a few fit and good-looking guys, but they were all straight, at least as far as Joe could tell. His manager was a health and safety obsessive, and a bit anal (but not in a good way!) Joe got on okay with his workmates, but Craig was the only one he regarded as a friend, and the only one who knew he was gay.

Finally, at 5.00pm, it was time to clock off. He made his way to the bus-stop, excited at the prospect of seeing Carter again. He thought about going home first to change into the overalls and boots, but balked at the prospect of going out in broad daylight with his arse on show! He would need to take a needle and thread to the overalls before wearing them in public again.

He jumped off the bus just before six and went straight to the garage. Carter was leaning into the engine bay of a pick-up truck parked inside as he approached, wearing his usual stained blue overalls and rigger boots. Joe appreciated the sight of Carter’s taut, muscled backside straining against the fabric.

“Ok mate?” he said as he entered the garage. Carter turned around and returned the greeting. “Bang on time...nice to see you’re keen!”

Joe noticed the apprentice, dressed in overalls and black work boots, leaning against the bench and staring intently at his mobile phone.

“That’s Jason, my apprentice.” Carter said. “He’s at the local tec when he’s not here annoying me. Don’t know what they’re teaching them, though... He knows fuck all about motors!”

Jason looked up from his phone and smiled at Joe. He was about 5' 9” tall, clean- shaven with short curly brown hair, shaved at the sides. He was not Joe's usual type, but certainly a good-looking lad.

“He’s never off that fucking phone either.” continued Carter, “But he still has his uses.” he added, winking at Joe, who immediately guessed what those uses might be.

“Howya, Carter!” came a loud voice with a broad Irish accent from behind both men. Joe turned around to see a tall guy with cropped hair and a full black beard, wearing a blue T-shirt, hi-vis vest, dirty grey sweatpants and brown rigger boots. He had a rugby build, but a slim waist. Joe couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge in the front of the sweatpants that extended down the guy's left thigh.

“Alright mate?” Carter replied, reaching out to shake the guy's hand. “Conor, this is Joe, and that’s Jason fucking about over there.” he continued. “Joe, Conor’s a builder and this is his truck that’s in for a service.” Joe clocked the name painted on the door of the truck: C. McCarthy – Building Contractor

“All okay with the truck?” Conor asked.

“Sure, all done, it’s good for another year.” Carter answered. “Got time for a beer?”

“Ah, sure I’ve always got time for you, Carter!” Conor replied jokingly.

“Jas, go and get four beers from the fridge.” Carter shouted as he closed the garage doors. Jason returned and handed around the beers. Conor and Joe sat on the tailgate of Conor’s pick-up, while Carter and Jason sat opposite them on the workbench.

“So, Jason, are you enjoying working in this shit-hole?” Conor asked, grinning at Carter, who gave him the middle finger in reply.

“Yeah, it’s great, Carter’s taught me loads of stuff we don’t learn at college.” Jason replied.

“I bet he has!” said Conor. “He’s taught me a thing or two about the ins and outs of a good servicing.” All four men laughed at the blatant innuendo.

“So, Jas, are you going to show Conor and Joe what you’ve learnt here?” asked Carter. Jason didn’t need to be asked twice. He jumped down from the bench and knelt between Conor and Joe, rubbing each man’s crotch with his hands. He untied Conor’s sweatpants and pulled them down far enough to allow his long, fat cock to flop out. He then untied Joe’s belt and unzipped his flies, allowing Joe to pull out his cock.

Jason sucked each cock in turn, taking the shafts right to the back of his throat. He might have been the youngest of the four men, but he was no novice at giving blowjobs. Connor put his hand behind Joe’s head and began to kiss him passionately on his mouth and neck.

Carter remained sitting on the workbench, drinking his beer and enjoying the scene before him. Joe pulled off Conor’s hi-vis vest and T-shirt, revealing his giant pecs covered in black curly hair. Joe then removed his own T-shirt. Conor clearly approved of Joe’s tight, muscular pecs and defined abs, and he began to lick and kiss Joe’s chest.

Carter jumped off the bench, pulled his cock out of his overalls and turned Jason round to take it in his mouth, leaving the other two men to explore each other’s body with their tongues. Each took turns to take the other’s cock in their mouth.

After a while, Carter picked up an old blanket and threw it over the tailgate of the truck. He lifted Jason onto the tailgate, face upward, and knelt in front of his arse. Conor and Joe knew what to do: they held Jason’s boots, spreading his legs wide apart as Carter ripped open the stitching in his overalls, exposing his hole. Carter worked over the hole expertly with his fingers and tongue, causing Jason to moan with pleasure. After a few minutes, Carter picked up a tube of lubricant and spread it over Jason’s hole. He then did the same to Conor’s cock.

“Paying customers first.” Carter said, grinning as he held Jason’s boot in place of Conor, who pushed his fingers into Jason’s hole, massaging it to take his giant cock. It took a couple of attempts for Jason to take the full length of Conor’s cock, but he soon got comfortable, and Conor pounded away for some time while Jason shouted “Fuck me…harder, yeah, that’s it, harder!” Eventually the Irishman could hold back no longer, pulled his cock out and shot a huge load all over Jason’s chest and face. Jason smeared the cum over his face and into his mouth, and started jacking himself off, using Conor’s cum as lube.

“C’mon Joe, Conor’s made it nice and sloppy for you.” said Carter. Conor swapped places with Joe, who slid his cock into Jason’s willing hole. After pounding away for many minutes, Joe climaxed inside Jason, sending a stream of cum into his guts. He pulled out, pushed his fingers inside, then offered them to Jason, who licked them eagerly.

Even after two hard fuckings, Jason was still up for more, and Carter was happy to oblige as he and Joe changed places. After a short while, however, Jason shot his own load and motioned for the fucking to end. Carter jumped up on the tailgate, straddled Jason and forced him instead to suck him off. After a few minutes, Carter shot a huge load into Jason’s mouth and all over his face.

All four men sat on the bed of the pick-up, exhausted from the frenetic sex they had enjoyed. Conor spoke first: “Yeah, Jason I bet you didn’t learn that at college!” Jason just grinned, happy that he had another sexual adventure to add to his list, his first gangbang.

The men had another beer, cleaned themselves up and went their separate ways. Joe had enjoyed the great sex, but something about the evening was playing on his mind as he lay in bed the following night.