Getting Serviced at the Dealership

For the next few weeks, I thought about John non-stop. Our last fuck session was at his work, in the garage. Ending on his desk where it was the hottest fuck I had ever had in my short two years of experience. I was only 20, having experience now with only a few men. And I wasn’t sure if I could be “owned” again by someone. He had told me he wanted me to be his. Only his. Yet there was the picture of his fiancé, and he was getting married.  

I wanted someone all to myself.  

As a young guy, with my looks and body going for me, I deserved better. Right? I had finally grown, now standing at 5’9” with a solid, trim muscular smooth physique. The gym helped perfect it, and my boyish looks helped solidify the package. With my tight little jock ass and my thick cut 8 inches, I was a looker that’s for sure. 

But John was a fucking God! The complete opposite of me, standing over 6 feet tall and weighing about 90 pounds more than me, he was the muscle man to my jock boy figure. Yet there was something different about him, than with my Coach, or my Leather Daddy, or the Lawyer, or the Professor, or Aaron. Most of them were married, or too old for me. Except for Aaron. But he was no John. John seemed perfect to me. Big. Built. Masculine. Rugged. A real man that was closer to my age. And into me completely. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and knew that I was thinking about him way too much. But now, this. A fiancé. What the fuck? 

After waiting to see if he would reach out to me, I finally got the courage to call him. It was a Wednesday night, and I was hoping he would be home and alone.  

He was. 

“I’m glad you called.” He said in his deep sexy voice. I heard him shuffling around and pictured him sitting. 

“Are you alone tonight?” 

He chuckled. “You wanna come over?” 

“I do. I think we need to talk.” 

He paused. “Oh oh. Doesn’t sound good.” 

I sighed. “Look, I know I’m not your fiancé, or girlfriend, or even your boyfriend for that matter. And I don’t want to sound like one at this point either, but I think we need to talk about this situation. Between you and I.” It all came out fast, but I felt good about it. 

He took a deep breath in. “I told you, I wanted you all to myself. Don’t you want to be all mine?” His voice was taking on that sultry tone again, as if he could sway me with his baritone sound. 

“I do, but you also have someone else. So I guess I’m not all yours.” I held my breath as I waited. “Why do you get to have two people to own?” 

He swallowed hard on the other end. “Just come over and we can talk about it if you want. I’ll convince you.” 

I wasn’t so sure this was the best idea, knowing just how convincing he could be. Especially if he answered the door naked. I might not be so confident. 

“If I’m coming over it’s to talk, not to be convinced. I want you to listen.” I said, rather directly. I was feeling very adult-like at this point. Finally. 

“Okay, I’ll listen. But I don’t need another woman around.” His voice was short, terse. Maybe I was pushing too hard?  

“I’m coming right over.” 

“K.” He said quickly and hung up.  

I sat there for a moment, feeling scared and courageous at the same time. I needed to take a stand. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s plaything at their terms anymore. I had my own terms too. And it was about time I started to voice them. 

I pulled up to John’s condo anxious but determined.  

And fuck if he didn’t answer the door in just a pair of shorts. Athletic shorts. That were already tenting. 

He stood there, with a smug smirk on his face, barefoot, bare chested, scratching at his left muscled pec tauntingly as I stepped inside. I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted gym physique, the light hair dusted across his delicious pecs. His shoulders looking exceptionally round and tight today. His big feet planted apart, standing there looking at me. His handsome face looking at me sexily, waiting for me to give in.

“You wanted to talk?” He said quietly, letting his hand hold his pec, his thumb running over his nipple seductively at me, his eyebrow now raised as he towered over me. I felt my knees go weak, but I stood still. 

I tried not to let my eyes roam down his body. I tried not to follow his big hand down his rippling abs as he moved it slowly. I tried not to let myself lick my lips as his hand landed on his bulge. But when he slowly pulled his shorts out and away from his trim waist and lifted his big heavy 9 inches of meat out, I really didn’t have much of a chance. 

“We can talk if you want to.” He said quietly, slowly running his hand up and down that giant shaft of his. “Or you can put your mouth to better use.” 

I gave a little “hmph” and stood there, staring at it. It was thick, juicy looking. The head staring at me as his big thumb rubbed the tip. I could see pre-cum on it, and I lost all senses. 

I moved to him and bent down, grabbing the bottom of his manhood under his own hand and shoving that mushroom head in my mouth. He tasted fantastic, and the sound he made as I started sucking him made me forget everything. I truly was a little cock whore. 

I pulled his shorts down his massive thighs and knelt at his feet, swallowing as much of his engorged cock as I could. He held my head gently. “Good boy.” He murmured above me. “I knew you wanted me.” 

I did. But FUCK I didn’t want to be second to a woman. 

When I looked up at him looking down at me, that fucking hot as hell face of his, and his amazing body, I melted. I knew then and there that this was going to be the last time, so I better make it count. 

I stood up and backed away from him, looking at him with my own shit-eating grin. “Oh yeah?” I said with a sly smile. “I think you want me more.” 

I flicked his cock down and let it bounce back up, hitting his abs with a smack. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and threw it at him. He caught it with a sideways smile. Then I turned and walked towards his bedroom.  

“If you want me, come and get me.” I teased behind me as I left him standing in his hallway, naked, hard and dripping pre-cum. 

John’s big feet padded slowly down the hallway after me, as I rounded the corner and undid my shorts. I was naked on the bed waiting for him as he entered.  

He moved right onto the bed, growling. “Fuck boy, you are going to get it now.” He crawled toward me on all fours and as he towered over me, ready to kiss me, I pushed him over, guiding him onto his back. A small look of shock and pleasure came over him, as I climbed on top of that solid naked body. I sat my ass down on his abs, feeling the tip of his cock under me. He wriggled a bit, trying to get me to slide down on it, but I stayed put, my hands on his pecs.  

His big hands moved over my thighs and I looked down on him, laying under me. He was a beautiful looking man, all muscled and perfect. But he wasn’t perfect. He was getting married. I was no longer going to be the boy that men selected to use. I wanted to be the one to choose. And I wasn’t going to choose to be second anymore. 

But I wasn’t going to leave without getting one last fuck from this hot hunk either.  

“One day you’ll realize just how much you want me.” I cooed, leaning down over him to kiss those big lips. He opened up willingly, and our tongues did a slow dance. He was an amazing kisser. I was going to miss that. 

I moved his arms up, feeling the power in them as his big biceps bent over his head and I held his hands tight. He arched a bit, still trying to press his cock upwards, either in my ass or at least under it. But I stayed straddling his waist and continued to make out with him like it was the last time.  

I kissed my way down his neck, to his wide shoulder blades and let my tongue wander. I spent the next several minutes enjoying his body, licking every inch, smelling every spot, teasing every nook and cranny on this man. I flipped him over at one point to massage his giant back and explore his perfect ass. I even found my tongue sliding into the warm crack and teasing his little puckered hole briefly, causing him to spasm in ecstasy.  

I moved down his legs. I loved his legs. And his feet. So big, soft, wide. I licked and sucked them, each perfect toe, the balls of his feet, and back up his legs while he groaned and squirmed. I wanted to remember every inch of him forever.  

When I came back up, I spent lots of time on his cock. It was a heavy piece of equipment, so thick and huge. I loved making him jerk in surprise as I swallowed it all, licking his balls in my own pleasure. They were a handful, and full of his delicious sperm. Until I couldn’t wait any longer. 

I straddled back up his abs with his cock nice and wet with my own spit and watched his face as I held it, wiggling my ass over it, and centering it in between my ass cheeks. I felt the head at my opening and held it there momentarily as I watched his jaw open. 

“Yeah big guy,” I moaned as I pushed backwards on him, letting his cock head breach my entrance. “You want me.” 

He grabbed my hips firmly and pushed me down on his tool as his face clenched. Both of us let out a loud groan as he shoved his entire dick up inside me. My hands fell back on his thighs as I sat on him, feeling completely filled and stuffed. I sat there for a moment, realizing this was the last time I would let John fuck me. This was going to be a long one. I wanted it to last. 

“Slowly!” I moaned as he shifted his legs to get a better angle. He immediately slowed down and stared at me, smiling.  

“You fucking sexy boy.” He groaned at me and held me in his hands, watching me move up and down. He let me take charge, eventually letting his arms fall to the side as I felt them, my hands on his big guns, then moving along his huge arms ending with clasping his hands in mine as I rode his cock.  

He slowly let me ride him for a good ten minutes before he sat up and wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deep. I shifted and moved my legs around him so I was sitting in his lap, like a little boy being held by his big brother. I could feel the strength around me, as he cock moved deeper in me. 

I gasped and he pushed me backwards, laying me down on my back while keeping his cock buried in me.  

Holding on to his back, he pushed my legs open and nestled his big body in between me and over me. I stared at his eyes and smiled, this feeling on my back being my favourite. This was how it was going to end. 

“I’ll show you how much I want you.” He said it so quietly it was almost a whisper, but his eyes were locked on mine, and his lips found mine as he started to slowly pump me. It was deep, not hard. It was slow, and steady, just the way I like it. There was nothing rushed, or furious about it. This was a long, slow, calculated fuck. And as our eyes remained on each other, caught in a complete stare, I knew he wanted to make this one count. He wasn’t going to just fuck me. He wanted to remember this session too. This felt different. For the first time, he was completely passionate with me, tender, gentle. He was making love to me. As if I was his only one.  

I held on to his neck and smiled. I watched his face lighten up, his eyes squint as he slowly drilled me. I squeezed my ass tight and saw the immediate reaction on his face. See if your fiancé can do that, I thought to myself.  

He studied me for a moment, as if he was watching my face to see the pleasure his cock was brining me. And then he bent down and kissed me passionately. Not hard or forceful, but firm and with tons of feeling.  

“If I could, I would fuck you every night.” He groaned at me suddenly, smiling at me, kissing me in between. 

“But you can’t.” I simply said. 

His face frowned a little, and he smiled sadly. He let his face fall onto my shoulder and his nose pushed into my neck. I heard him take a deep breath, felt his lips on me and he dug his cock into me harder, fucking me with a little more passion and lust now. I grunted and grabbed his back, letting my hands slide down to that magnificent ass.  

“I wish you could too.” I heard myself saying, and pulled him tighter into me, lifting my legs up and around his body.  

His hands moved under me and he held me tighter against him as his ass moved his cock in and out of me. He was building up steam now, and I could feel the sensations running through me. I was going to cum. And cum hard. 

“God John,” I started moaning. “You’re going to fuck the cum right out of me.” 

This seemed to turn him on, as he growled in my neck and humped into me harder. “I want to fuck you ALL. THE. TIME.” He said in between hard thrusts. He was slamming into me now and holding me so hard against him I was having a hard time breathing. But it didn’t stop the sensations but fueled them. This powerhouse of a muscle man was squeezing and fucking the cum out of me. I was practically climbing into him, feeling his body next to mine, trying to literally attach myself to him. 

I started grunting with each thrust, feeling the cum rising in me. John didn’t stop, or let up an ounce, but just kept pumping my ass. His body was starting to glisten as sweat covered him, making it slick between us and making me want to climb right into him.  

I was seeing stars by the time I started to explode, not even touching my cock. It squirted out of me with such force that I actually lost my breath and clung on to John’s body with each pulsating release. I could hear his grunts at my ear as he felt it soak our stomachs between us. But he didn’t stop fucking me. And I hung on to his strong body tight, not wanting to let go, trying to make our bodies one. 

I was like a doll in his arms now, getting ravaged one last time by this beast. And I was loving every minute of it. 

Finally, he leaned up so I could see his face. His eyes looked at me and he pushed his cock so far into me I gasped. He held it there, his eyes open wide as if he was willing himself NOT to cum yet. “I wanna see your face as I unload in you.” He said suddenly, holding himself still above me. 

And then he moved slightly, and I felt his cock throb and pulse, and then a gush of cum flooded my ass. His eyes rolled a bit and he let out a loud growl before pumping his hips hard into me again and resuming his thrusting to expunge his entire load into me. 

With one loud hard thrust, he stopped again, and clamped his mouth over mine in a very hot, very long, very passionate kiss. His cum was dripping from my ass by the time we were done, and I held his butt tightly against me, not wanting him to exit just yet.  

He rolled off to the side slightly, taking me with him so his cock could stay buried in me. My face was on his chest, listening to his heart beating fast, and feeling the sweat between us. Then he rolled over completely and pulled me on top of him. I let his cock slide out as we moved, but I remained laying on his big body, my head between his pecs.  

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled quietly.  

I perched my chin on my hands and looked at him over his beefy pecs. “For what?” 

“Cause I can’t choose you.” That sad smile was back. “I can’t.” 

I let out a sigh. “I know.” 

“If I was out…” He paused. “I would. Just so you know. You’re fucking hot as hell.” He sighed and wiped his face with his big hands. 

I leaned up and brought my face to his. I kissed him softly, which turned into a bigger kiss. “If only.” I said quietly. 

As I slid off of him and grabbed my shorts, I knew this was it. I had to let him go, and figure myself out too. I was tired of being someone’s plaything. Something to own. I wanted more.  

As I pulled my shorts up and looked at John’s massive figure laying on the bed watching me with those sad eyes, I knew he could have been the one. But I couldn’t force him to choose me when he wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t ready to be hidden away in secret. Not anymore. I had to find someone that I could be me with.  

It would take me a while to find him.