Thanksgiving road trip

Fall in the 1970s I was making plans to drive home from college to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I had a 1969 Volkswagen that was in temperamental to say the least. I had worked all summer to buy my first car before going off to college in the mountains of Tennessee.

I stopped by a local repair shop to get my brakes checked before my road trip. The mechanic was handsome, rugged beard, thick chest hair. I pulled in on a Saturday morning the weekend before Thanksgiving break. His name patch on his coveralls stated Tim.

I got out of my green VW bug and asked the guy if he could check my car. He was smoking a stub of a cigar. He took the cigar out of his mouth and placed it on a window seal and approached me. Damn, he smelled like fresh Irish spring soap. We chatted and he told me to pull my car into the second bay.

As I got out of my Volkswagen he was standing right beside my door. I had a great eye view of his thick crotch. He raised the car and took off my front tire. He kept looking at me and had a slight grin. Asked me how long I had the car. I told him I had bought it in August in Knoxville before moving off to college.

After checking my brakes he said he could replace the brake shoes but I’d have to leave it until Monday. I said sure. That I’d need to use his phone to call my RA at the dorm to see if he could pick me up. He yelled at a guy in the back and said Scott would give me a ride.

I walked towards the back to find Scott. He was in the back office. When I walked in he was looking at a Hustler magazine and was adjusting his cock in his coveralls. I took a closer step and squatted down in front of him and said ....I’d like to suck you if that’s ok. That’s all it took. 

He took out a thick, fat, uncut cock that was gorgeous. I didn’t waste any time until I was teasing his piss slit with my tongue. He took a smoke out of his chest pocket and fired up a cigarette. I licked and focused on just his pecker head of that phenomenal dick. In a few minutes I noticed Larry standing in the door entrance stoking his cock.

He was enjoying watching me get his cock and balls sloppy wet. Next thing I knew he was lifting me up from behind under my arm pits. Both me undressed me .... Larry, the hairy one who I first spoke with pulled my fruit of the loom white briefs down and tongued my hungry hole.

I raised up and said ....I don’t care which one of you fuck me...I just need a cock in my ass. The hairy guy unzipped his coveralls and he was not wearing any underwear. I reached down and untied his boot. 

I took the leather shoelace out of his boot and tied off his balls and cock. He looked at me and grabbed the back of my neck and forced me on his cock to get him wet. He started fingering my hole. He reached in the drawer and took out a jar of Vaseline and smeared my hole with a thick glob. He didn’t saw a word. No fingers to stretch my hole....he just thrusted in my ass. Damn I love it.

The other guy who I was sucking first walked up front. He locked up the shop and pulled the bay doors closed. The next five minutes all three of us were naked. I was being fucked on top of the office desk and didn’t make a move when Larry pulled out and he squatted down on my dick. I’d never ever experienced anything like this in a place of business. I shot my load in his ass and he positioned his ass over my face and told me to eat my cum out of his leaking hole. 

The three of us continued to enjoy raw man sex. Scott took a thick screwdriver handle and started fucking my ass with the fat plastic handle. Both men took turns fucking me. I was in heaven. I asked Scott if I could kiss him.

By the time both men had shot their loads twice I knew we were going to wind down. They took me in the back bathroom and washed my ass. The three of us got in Larry’s pickup and I though they were taking me back to campus. Instead they took me to a barn about ten miles out in the country. Round two started and I heard a vehicle pull up. 

Three men walked into the barn. Damn...my lucky day. They put a sleeping bag on bails of hay. I got more dick that day....I’d never been in a situation like this Ever. One guy pissed over my balls....it was a warm sensation....another guy took a long neck beer bottle and teased my hole and fucked my ass nice and slow. 

Two guys stood on each side of my face and took turns feeding me their cock. While I was sucking these two men Scott latched on to my cock and sucked me dry. Around four o’clock that afternoon they finally drove me back to campus. Late Sunday afternoon Scott knocked on my dorm door. He brought my keys and said my Volkswagen was in the dorm parking lot. I asked him how much I owed him and I’d come by Monday and pay him. 

He told me to stop by Monday evening around five pm. He winked and said he was going to the bathroom down the hall. I followed him into the men’s room. Larry was standing there already hard. I suggested me go back to my room since I was alone. My roommate had already left for the holidays. Scott said they wanted to fuck me in the stall. Hell, I couldn’t refuse. The three of us were in the last stall. 

I guess it was the thrill of possibly being caught. I swallowed 2 creamy loads of cum that afternoon. Like clockwork I pulled up Monday afternoon at five o’clock. As I walked in to the office I had my checkbook in my hand. I asked Scott what I owed him. He told Larry to get my keys. Larry pulled my car up to a pump, filled up my car. 

Put new wiper blades on and checked my spare tire. Scott said I didn’t owe them a dime, however, he placed the close sign on the door and took me to the back office. When I entered the small room an older man was sitting on the desk stroking his cock. They introduced me to Keith....he was a cousin who had fought in Vietnam. 

Keith had an uncut veiny dick. I swelled his cock immediately. He dump a salty load down my throat. The two guys watched. Scott said Keith hadn’t believed them when they told him about me stopping by Saturday. Keith kissed me tasting his cum on my tongue. He said he was going to start working every other Saturday. 

For the next three years I played with these men several times. My Sophomore year I moved out of the dorm and lived in a trailer these men had bought and put behind the garage. I serviced many of their buddies. My Volkswagen was always in tip top running order. If I needed repair work, even tires....they definitely took excellent care of me. When I went to pharmacy school they took turns making road trips to come see me. Once I graduated from pharmacy school guess where I landed a job?