The Auto Mechanic

First off? I'm not mechanically inclined. Oh I can change a tire. A battery. Windshield wipers. An air filter. I can even change the oil on my car.

Anything more involved than that? I'm totally out to sea.

So, when the muffler on my old pick-up started sounding like an army tank, I had to take it to a mechanic.

In my small home town, there wasn't much choice. You went to one of two garages. In the city I'd just moved to? The amount of garages was bewildering.

So, I just found the nearest one.

Walking into the office, A deep voice answered the overhead bell, informing me he'd be right out. I guess I wasn't expecting the stud that finally walked through the bay doors. I was nearly floored, and it took a moment or two to get my act together.

Late thirties, early forties? Maybe just a bit taller than my six feet. Broad shouldered. Barrel chested. Powerful arms and thighs. All snugly incased in dark blue coveralls. ( How do coveralls manage to look so hot?)

And that face. I'm talking action movie star, rugged, yet so handsome. Strong jaw, butt cleft chin, defined cheek bones, Roman nose, almost teal eyes, pronounced eyebrows, yet not to heavy. All topped off with wavy chestnut hair.

Those snug coveralls were unzipped far enough down to expose copious chestnut hair on his chest. My eyes couldn't help but travel down to his crotch. Frustrating, that was the one place those coveralls weren't tight enough to show his manly goods.

I must have stared too long. He cleared his throat. My eyes jerked up to meet his sardonic gaze.

" Help you with something?" He growled.

Somehow, I found my voice. Explained I needed new muffler. He asked make and model of my truck. Named a price.

I winced. Going to art school had me on a shoestring budget. In my early twenties, despite working two jobs, I really couldn't afford the muffler. I asked if he knew where I could get a used one. He said he could call around, but it might take a while to locate one.

I didn't have much choice. I couldn't drive around with my truck making so much noise. I thanked him. Gave him my name and number. Resigned myself to waiting.

I must have looked really forlorn. He heaved out a grunt.

" Look, let me put her up on the rack and take a look. Maybe we can get away with putting on a patch. You'll still need a muffler eventually, but maybe we can buy you some time.". He grinned. Held out a hand. "Name's Butch. Give me your keys and let's take a look."

He took my keys, and turned to go get my truck.

My eyes were drawn like magnets to his big beefy butt. Those coveralls may have hid his crotch equipment, but they certainly were molded to that ass. I think I came really close to swallowing my tongue.

No if , ands or buts, about it. I'm an unapologetic aficionado of man butt. Nothing revs my libido like a big beefy man butt. And Butch's big man butt pushed all of my fantasy buttons.

Once my truck was on the lift, he puttered around looking over the muffler. He beckoned me over.

Once I was under the rear of the truck, he pointed up at the muffler.

"You're in luck. It's just a hole in the pipe. Easy fix."

I had to stand really close to Butch, to see the hole he was pointing at. I was almost hyper aware of his body being so close. I mean, I could actually smell the man. Strong scent of sweat , oil and grease. I imagined I could feel the heat of his body. That proximity, had blood surging south.

Our eyes met.

Those nearly teal tinted eyes had an appraising look as they stared into my brown ones.

" Look. I can't get to this right now. If you bring her back this evening near closing, I can take care of you then."

His searching look seemed to be trying to tell me something else.

Maybe I was reading him wrong.

Then his eyes blatantly roamed from my red hair, over my crooked nose, then down my body. Checking out my lean physique. Lingering on my crotch. On the slowly growing bulge to be seen. He looked back into my brown eyes. His pink tongue licked over his full lips. "Yeah, you come back after closing, when everyone else has gone. Then we can get you .... Settled."

Once back in my truck, I drove away in kind of a daze. Was Butch really hinting at what I wanted to believe? Or was my libido reading the situation wrong? I shook it off. Even if I was wrong, my muffler would be patched, buying me a little time to save enough for a good used one. Win win.

Shortly after closing I was back at the garage. Butch greeted me with a grin. I noticed his coveralls were unzipped right down to his hairy belly. He gave me a small smirk as he caught my eyes traveling over his exposed skin. He idly scratched inside his coveralls, just under that lowered zipper. Just above slowly tenting fabric.

Yeah! I had read him right. Butch was interested in more than just fixing my muffler. Hopefully, he was interested in me helping with "his" tail pipe.

He didn't talk much as he went about soldering a patch on the muffler. Watching him move about in those tight coveralls, had my cock steel hard. When he stretched to reach up under my truck. My mouth watered when he'd bend over to pick up a tool. Those coveralls pulling tighter to outline that big butt. Every now and then he'd look over at my crotch and that tongue would come out to lick his lips.

When he was finished he beckoned me over to show me the patch.

Once again we were standing very close as he pointed out the patch he'd put in. Our eyes came down and met. Butch shifted closer.

"Got anything else that needs attention?" He growled.

I dared to reach around him, grab his ass and pulled him tight against my body.

"Maybe it's your pipes that need some attention, Butch?" His face inches away from mine as I massaged his big butt.

I half expected him to push me away. Nothing about the man really suggested he was interested in bottoming. Hell, most guys would take one look at this masculine man and bend right over. But, I learned early, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Best be up front about my desires and roll with his reaction. Take the chance. Even if he wasn't looking to bottom, I would happily blow this sexy man.

Butch didn't pull away.

Instead he leaned his forehead against mine and moaned. Arched his ass into the hands playing with his ass. I ground my cock against his crotch. I could feel the hard cock, the coveralls had hidden against my own hard length.

I slid my hands from his butt, up his firm back to his wide shoulders. Began peeling him out of those coveralls. Exposing hairy muscular shoulders. Big pink nipples on weighty, hairy pecs. Heavily muscled biceps. His thick hairy belly.

Then those coveralls were bunched around his knees. I stepped back to look at the body I'd unwrapped.

Grease and oil stained the once white briefs. A respectable length pushed out the pouch in front. He grinned at me as his thick fingers hooked into the waistband. Then they too were down around his calves. He put his big hands on his hips and jutted out his pelvis. Showing off his hard dick.

His fat cock was around six inches, with a wide pinkish head It stood out proud from a curly chestnut bush. A fat hairy ball pouch looked like small peaches, up tight and round.

I reached out to wrap my long fingers around that fat shaft.

Butch gave out a deep moan from the contact. Despite being an artist, I do a respectable amount of manual labor. My hands are as rough as any blue collar worker. His dick felt like silk over steel. A couple strokes coaxed a bead of cum from his cock slit.

I ran my thumb over that pearl of cum. Massaged that wetness over the wide pink knob. Butch's knees nearly gave out from the sensation. He groaned , a long and low rumble. I kept swirling my wet thumb over the tip of his dick. Teasing it.

Then Butch was fumbling at my belt.

Getting it unbuckled, unzipping my jeans. Pushing them down my thighs, along with my boxer briefs.

My wide, uncut seven inch Uncut club popped out.

Butch's eyes went wide as he stared. Not bragging, but that's not a rare occurrence when guys see my dick. While seven inches is not an extraordinary length, it's the width that is. I'm lean and wiry. I think most men picture a long skinny dick, more in line with my build. Not a fat club. ( Okay, maybe I'm bragging a smidge.)

It's fat enough that some guys have turned away.

Not Butch. He never took his eyes from it as he sank to his knees on the greasy concrete. His hand shook a bit, as he reached out to heft it. He licked his lips as he peeled the skin back from the lavender head. Those teal eyes glued to the meat filling his big calloused hand.

I licked my lips in anticipation , as his head moved forward, his mouth dropping open to reveal his tongue.

He licked my cock slit, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. Then he took it into his handsome face. Those unusual teal eyes looked up at mine as my cock stretched his mouth.

The wet heat of his mouth felt like heaven. He eased his head back, creating suction with his lips. Then bobbed back, taking me in until he gagged a little.

He kept that action going for a few minutes, gagging as he tried to force my cock down his throat. Lost in the feeling of his hot wet mouth, I whimpered as he let my cock pop loose.

Butch looked up into my eyes.

"Gotta have this inside my ass." He whispered. " Gotta have this big fucker filling me up. Stretching my hole. "

I swear my cock got even harder. Just at the thought of being inside this big buff man's ass, had precum beading in my cock slit.

Still kneeling, he fumbled around with the coveralls around his ankles, searching for a pocket. Came up with a condom and small tube of KY. Yeah, Butch knew what he wanted. He was prepared. Squeezed out a dollop of lube on my cock. Used his big calloused hand to slick up my dick. Used his teeth to rip open the condom. Eased it on my dick. Another dollop of KY was slicked over the condom.

He handed me the tube and shuffled around on his knees, until his back was to me. Leaned forward until his hands were on the greasy floor, presenting his big hairy ass. His big beautiful ass.

"Lube me up, Buddy." He ordered. "Get my hole loose enough to take that monster inside."

I dropped to my knees on the oily floor, right behind him.

Pulled one glorious hairy cheek away from the other, to expose his clenching pink pucker.

He sighed when I squeezed a generous glob of cool lube, right on his pulsing ass slit.

I dropped the tube, freeing that hand to rub the lube around the edges of his slit. Getting my fingers slick. Finally, I lined up my index finger on target, and pushed it in.

There's something so exciting about the first time I breach a man's hole. The intimate act of my finger invading his most secret body part. The look of his pucker stretching out around my finger. The search for that responsive bundle of nerves. The slick wet feel of his gut on my finger. The throaty moan or gasp when I slide that invading digit over that joy button.

I slowly single finger pumped his hole , for a couple of minutes. Making sure I dragged it over his prostate. His low groans seemed to vibrate me all the way to my throbbing cock.

"More!" Butch gasped. "Spread my hole. Need to be ready for that big cock. Want it in me."

Two fingers, were soon followed by three pumping slowly in and out of Butch's stretched ass slit. Butch's ass began to rock back, meeting each thrust of my fingers. Cuss words , alongside moans and growls, spewing from his mouth.

"Time to fuck me! Want it in me. " Butch snarled. "Fuck my hole. Ride me. Pump my ass hard."

Watching my three fingers slide in and out of his beefy ass, was a trip. My dick was so hard, it was almost painful, yet felt good too.

I pulled my fingers out, grabbed my dick and lined it up with his slightly gaping hole. Butch moaned as the head restretched his pucker. Then he bucked his ass back, taking me all of the way to my pubic bone.

He swore as he tried to adjust to my wide girth. His whole body shuddered. A glisten of sweat popped out on his back. Perhaps, regretting taking my whole girth at once. But, he took the pain like a man and didn't pull off it.

Eventually he adjusted. Groaned as he started a gentle rocking back and forth.

"Oh yeah! Love your big cock in my ass. Feels so good. Need you to fuck my ass now. Take my hole and make it yours. "

I grabbed his hips. Pulled most of the way out. Bucked forward, burying myself inside him again. Butch urged me on. I slow dicked him for a few minutes. Enjoyed the feel of his gut sliding over my cock.

Butch ordered me to speed up. Told me to pound his ass like a man.

I obliged.

Sweat had us making slapping sounds, as I plowed his hole hard. Butch ordered more force. Man loved it rough. Wasn't looking to made love to. No ,not Butch. He wanted a brutal ass pounding. Needed to be taken hard. Needed the feel of my hips slamming into his big ass.

It was so hot, watching those big cheeks bounce with each thrust. The harder I slammed into him the happier Butch seemed to get.

Now, I don't cum fast. More than one guy has urged me to hurry up and cum.

Not Butch.

He just kept ordering me to pound him.

Butch bucked under me and came first. I kept banging his hole. Milking every drop of cum with my thrusts.

Instead of urging me to stop, Butch demanded I keep on pounding hole.

Then that wonderful feeling of nearing eruption surged through my body. I buried myself inside Butch, to the hilt. My whole body quaked, as I convulsed, shooting my load.

Butch, used his ass to milk me dry. Clenching down with his ass lips.

Finally, I slipped out of Butch. We stumbled to our feet, hindered by clothing still around our feet. I went to pull the condom off, but Butch pushed my hands away. Gently he peeled it off my half hard dick. Held it up to see the big load of semen. Grunted his approval.

We pulled our clothing back on.

For some reason we were suddenly awkward. I wanted to ask if he wanted to get together again. Not sure what he was thinking.

Finally, we spoke at the same time. "Do you want...?" "Can we do...?". We both laughed.

Butch spoke first. " Can we do this again soon?" He gave me a sheepish grin, rubbing his ass through his clothes. "My ass feels very well ploughed. I'd like to feel that way again."

I chuckled. "I would like nothing better than to have my dick back inside your big beautiful butt again. You could come back to my place. It's just around the corner."

Butch's eyes lit up. "You think you could go again tonight?" I stroked my hardening dick through my jeans. "Dude, I'm ready to go again now."