Garage Sex

“Fuck” I said to myself when I saw the light on the dash come on as I was driving to my first meeting of the morning. I had to go over plans with one of my biggest customers across town and it did not seem likely I was going to make it. I took my wife’s car this morning so that I could drop it off after work at the garage for some work but didn’t realize when I set out how bad the vehicle was.

As the car began to sputter and spew, I realized making it to the meeting was unlikely. As I drove to the closest shop, I called my customer to see about rescheduling. A short call later and I was heading to Bruno’s Garage a few blocks away. Just as I pulled into the drive the car gave a cough and seemed to just come to a quiet stop.

I stepped out of the car to see if I could find the mechanic. The day was grey and cold, and I pulled my jacket closed as I made my way to the office. The door was open but there was no one in sight. “Hello” I called out hoping someone was in the next room and would hear me. After several more minutes no one came to the counter. Impatiently I decided to see if I could find someone in the garage.

As I made my way through the place, I noted that it was like most garages anyone had ever been in; Several bays on one side of the building, cars in multiple states of repair, spare parts in manufacturers boxes stacked up on shelves and the smell of oil, grease, and gas, wafting through the air. The only thing missing were the people.

As I continued searching, I noticed in the far corner of the shop, what looked like a dark, makeshift employee lounge with a coffee pot, a sofa, a flat screen tv and a few chairs. As I approached, I noticed someone sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, and I didn’t really want to startle him. I inched closer and then stopped dead in my tracks. I could see a guy slouching down on the sofa. I couldn’t really make out who he was, but I could see that he had very dark hair on his head with a full well-trimmed beard.

As I got closer, I could see his overalls were open wide from his neck to below his balls and he was holding the base of a thick, hard cock in his hand and slowly stroking it. I wasn’t sure what to do as I just stood there watching in disbelief. As I continued watching I could feel my dick getting hard in my slacks. I started to press on the bulge that formed. I had fantasized for some time about what sex with a guy would be like. I had even watched a few videos that I jerked off to, but I never acted on it. It was just a fantasy. At least that’s what I told myself.

I was so transfixed watching the mechanic jerk off that I didn’t even realize at first that he was now looking up at me. This did not stop him, he seemed to like putting on a show continuing to move his hand up and down the thick shaft. Then he took 2 fingers from his free hand and sucked them into his mouth and slowly ran them over one of his hairy nipples.

“You can come closer” the gruff mechanic’s voice said, and a cold sweat ran down my spine. As if my legs were moving on their own, I walked towards him. As I got closer, I saw his huge thick hairy cock with a big mushroom head and low hanging hairy balls. The man stroked and moaned loudly as if he were putting a show on for me and was getting off on me watching.

As I stood in front of the mechanic, I ran my hand over my wool trousers and over my hard cock. I wanted to walk away and yet I didn’t. I couldn’t. The mechanic pulled back the overalls even more and began to run his hand over his muscled hairy chest while the other hand stroked his cock even harder.  “Oh yeah this feels so good. I love stroking my big hairy dick” he said in a husky masculine voice.

My eyes moved from his dick, up over his muscled body to his face then back down again. I began sliding my hand over my hard cock as I continued to watch him put on a show. Finally, he let out a loud moan, then his back arched off the sofa and a stream of cum shot from his dick splattering his hairy belly and his overalls. The Mechanic continued stroking and more cum shot out of the big piss slit until finally it stopped.

My body shook as I watched the mechanic orgasm. When he was done he  ran his fingers over his hairy belly splattered with warm creamy cum. “Fuck I needed that” he said still sitting on the car seat. “Looks like you could use some help too” He added and ran the back of his hand over the hard mound in my slacks. A jolt ran through my body as he made contact.

“I’m ok” I stammered but still did not move. The mechanic continued to gently rub my cock and the more he did the less I could focus on anything else. “Let’s see what you got” he said and reached for the zipper, pulling it down in one smooth motion. Still staring at his hairy body, I reached in and worked my hard dick out of my pants. In the back of my head something was saying “what the hell are you doing?” but my dick was saying something else.

“Nice. Let me see you jerk it” he said sitting back on the sofa. My hand felt cold against my hard dick as I began to stroke. I looked down at the mechanic’s body. The hairy, muscular torso, the thick semi-hard cock, the big hairy balls. Then I looked back up at the mechanic. He had a rugged masculine face with dark eyes that seemed to pierce into me as he watched me.

The more he watched the harder I jerked. Finally, I could feel the orgasm getting close. I put my free hand under my dick head to try to catch the cum. “Shoot on me” he said and hooked his thick fingers into my belt pulling me closer. The motion was so fast that I ended up bracing myself with one knee next to him on the sofa and my hand on his hairy chest. “Yeah man cum on me” he said.

With that my dick shot forward hitting the mechanic in the middle of his chest and mixing with some of his cum. Another couple shots blasted from my dick coated parts of his body and his overalls.

As the orgasm passed feelings of guilt started to wash over me. I looked down at what I had done and slowly pulled myself up. I turned away from the mechanic and stuffed my dick back into my pants. I wanted to walk out but I still had no car and needed him to fix it.

I heard a rustling behind me and when I looked the mechanic had gotten to his feet. He was holding a rag and mopping up some of the cum from his chest. “hard to get it all off the hair” he said with a chuckle. I did not want to make eye contact. “Names Bruno” he said sticking out his hand to shake. As I reached for it, I realized it was the same hand he had wrapped around his dick minutes prior.

I quickly explained the car issue and avoided any other conversation. A few minutes later he put a new hose on the radiator and flushed out the system and the car started back up. “You will probably need some work done though, but this will get you going for now. Here is my card if you want to make an appointment, just give me a call or stop by” he said with a smile.