Getting Serviced at the Dealership

The year I turned 20 I had been working that summer outside with a landscaping company. It was helping develop my lean, smooth 5’9 frame. My arms were getting bigger, my waist was still sitting at 28 inches, and my shoulders were wide with all the outdoor work I was doing. Plus the tan helped highlight my blue-green eyes. I was slowly coming into my age.

It had been a rainy day so I had left the shop earlier. My dad’s car was at the dealership for some sort of a problem, so I got the crew to drop me off there mid-afternoon to pick it up for him. There was a bunch of people in the waiting room when I came in. I didn’t pay much attention to anyone, just sort of went up to the counter and then went back to the doorway off to the side to wait for the car.

Leaning against the doorway, avoiding all the people in the small waiting room, I noticed the guy behind one of the service desks. My eyes stopped on his arms as he sat there. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that showed off giant biceps.  They were literally bulging out of his sleeves. My eyes trailed down to his forearms – thick, lightly hairy. I looked up at this upper body, big pecs pressed against the material, and his neck thick. His face looked like it was carved from marble – handsome, dark features, brown eyes. He was a hot looking man. I guessed him to be in his thirties, with a days worth of stubble just adding to the effect. He was the kind of man you wanted to lick from head to toe.

I shifted slightly, feeling a rise in my cock as I watched him. He was writing something for someone, then got up to find the customer with a piece of paper. As he stood, I realized he was well over 6 feet, and had a nice trim waist and thick lower body. As he moved around the desk, he bent over it to grab a set of keys and I could see his perfectly rounded ass. I think I let out a “sheesh” as I watched the material of his pants cling to his butt.

I stared at him as he walked towards the customer, watched him stop to chat, looked at the way his arms flexed as he gave them the paper and the keys, and then headed back towards his desk. As he moved, he glanced my way. I was casually leaning still against the back wall, and my eyes were already on this handsome beast as he caught my eye. His gaze held, and he gave that “hey there” sort of smile as he went back to his desk. My heart pounded, feeling like I had just been hit by lightning after that look, and that half style that just said “sex” without even trying.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, trying to keep my cock from growing any more in my tight dark blue Dickies pants. I was wearing my work boots still, and my orange tee shirt was certainly not hiding me. I started to just sort of walk around a bit, waiting patiently for the car, while trying NOT to stare too much at this man. As I moved in a small circle at the back, I looked over at him to see what he was doing. My throat caught as I caught him staring at me. Wow. Lightning strike number two! He looked down at a paper, and then back up to find me still staring at him. This time it was me that gave a little smile.

For the next few minutes, we did this dance. I’d be looking at him, he’d catch me and I’d look away. Or I would look back and catch him looking at me. Even when he was talking with customers, he would look my way to see if I was watching, which I always was. Even when he was busy doing paper work, his head resting on one arm, his eyes would find me. His arms were hypnotising me to constantly watch him. I was picturing him naked. I was lost just looking him over, up and down. Everything about him was perfect.

Finally another service guy came to me to tell me that the car would be ready in about 30 minutes. As he said that, I turned to see if my hunk was listening. He seemed to be, as his eyes moved down when I looked his way. So I asked loudly to my service guy where the washroom was. I thought, What the heck. Let’s see if what I’m reading is true. The service guy pointed down the hallway to the back. I thanked him, checked my watch, and looked up at my dream man.

He was looking at me with a smile.

I shoved my hands back in my pocket to hide my bulge and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. What the fuck am I doing? I thought to myself. I was literally shaking as I entered the washroom. It was actually a pretty big one. This was a large dealership, so I guess that was why. It was in the back, very clean, and had four stalls along the back. I walked up to the urinal, the farthest one from the door and whipped my bulging dick out to give it a little relief anyway. I wasn’t sure what would happen. I let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm the butterflies in my gut. I finished up, gave my cut cock a couple shakes, and sort of stood there. It had been a while and there was no one coming. Maybe I read into it a little too much. Just thinking about the big stud was making me hard. I gave my growing cock a couple flicks, and thought Oh well and headed to the sink.

I was washing my hands when the door opened to the washroom, and on instinct I looked in the mirror at the person coming in.

It was the hunk.

My God he was even bigger than I thought, now that he was standing in proximity to me. He stood there, letting the door close behind him, looking at me. I was looking back at him through the mirror, washing my hands, frozen. I honestly didn’t know what to do next. He smiled at me. Put his hands in his pockets. Gave me a little “hey” nod with his head, and slowly started to walk past me.

I watched him in the mirror, my own smile on my face, still washing my hands. He was walking very slowly towards the urinal where I just was. When he got to the far end of the washroom, he slowly turned around again to look at me. Seeing that I was looking at him, he took his hand out of his pocket and pushed the farthest stall door open. He raised an eyebrow and slowly stepped inside the stall.

I turned the water off, grabbing the paper towels to dry my hands without taking my eyes off the stall. He didn’t close the door. And I could see it was the handicap stall, so it was the big one. And his workboots were facing the door standing at the back of the stall.

My heart was racing.

I looked at the entrance door and started walking towards the far stall where this hunk was. Wondering what was going to transpire.

As I approached, he was standing in the stall, his back against the far wall inside it, staring straight ahead as I came into view. His hands were in his pockets. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. I stopped in the doorway and smiled back. Not knowing what to do I just stood there.

Remember that I was still relatively young at this point, and things like this never happened to me. So to see this big meaty guy, standing in a bathroom stall, leaning against a wall waiting for me, I wasn’t going to pass!

He took one hand out and slowly grabbed his crotch. It was already big, and when his meaty mitt cupped it, it was bigger. He gave me a “come here” nod with his head. I didn’t hesitate and stepped into the stall. As I did, he undid the top button of his pants, and slid the zipper down. I closed the stall door, and locked it, turning back to see him fishing his cock out of his pants. It was already big, a meaty cut thick cock with a light dusting of trimmed dark hair. I dove for it.

I went right for it, grabbing the sides of his waist as I bent down to engulf that cock in my mouth, taking it all the way down my throat hungrily. A deep moan came out of him as his hands clasped my head and held me there. I sank to my knees with his cock in my throat, and started to go up and down his pole. It was growing more in my mouth, and I guessed it to be bigger than my own 8 inches. I pulled one hand off his waist to grab the base of it while I sucked, marvelling at how thick it felt in my hand. My other hand started to pull at his pants and underwear, yanking them down so I could get a better grip and free his balls. I pulled them down to his knees, revealing a sweet pair of muscular thighs. The moans and the smell of him were intoxicating. This guy was all man.

Suddenly his two hands pulled my head up, freeing his cock from my lips, only to replace it with his own lips. This beefy hunk was kissing me, HARD. His tongue diving into my mouth to find mine. I felt lightheaded, a wave of emotions came over me as he kissed me with perfection. I was spinning. Literally, as he turned me to the wall he was just on and broke away, grabbing at my pants to unzip them and free my cock. When my cock bounced out, he groaned. “Nice” he whispered in such a deep baritone I nearly shot a load just listening to his voice.

He grunted as he swallowed my cock, shoving it down his throat to suck me like a pro. I did what he did earlier and grabbed his dark hair while he sucked my cock. I tried to be quiet, noticing how loud my moans were in the washroom. I could feel my cum rising, so I pulled him up and he took the hint to find my mouth with his. He breathed hard as we kissed. It was like fucking heaven making out with him. His arms were around me so much that he was lifting me off the ground. My legs went around his waist as he continued to kiss me. He was literally holding me in his arms, his tongue wrestling with mine, in a locked embrace. Passion was exuding from us both as he kissed me deep against that wall.

It was then we heard the door open and someone enter. We pulled off each other’s mouths and looked into each other’s eyes. God he was handsome. His eyes locked on mine, and he whispered “Shhh” as he held me in his arms. He moved to the toilet, carrying me with him, my legs locked around him. His pants were at his knees, but he was facing the toilet. So really, if anyone on the outside was looking in it just looked like one guy standing pissing in the stall. He was easily holding my 150 pound body in his big arms. I noticed his shirt had the name “John” written on it. As he stood over the toilet, he leaned in to kiss me again. We continued to make out, while in his arms, quietly this time, more passionate and slow. His tongue a welcome invasion into my mouth, so thick and hungry.  I could feel his cock standing at attention, poking up into my ass. We kissed, pausing to listen to the stranger in the washroom, looking into each other’s eyes. We heard the sink run, and then the sound of the door. As soon as the door closed, my hunk turned around and squatted down onto the toilet with me still in his arms. I was now sitting on his lap, and his big cock was pressed up against my ass cheeks.

“I want to fuck you.” He whispered between kisses. “As soon as I saw you standing there, I wanted to fuck you.”

I responded by kissing him hard. I pulled my mouth away from his, spit into my hand and reached back to find his cock. His eyes closed as I massaged my spit onto his raging cock. I lifted myself up a bit, and, grabbing his cock, found the tip of it with my hole. I sat down, letting his cock head press into my tight hole. When it was just poking my tight ring, I grabbed his thick neck, leaned into a kiss again, and slowly started to sink down, as he moaned loudly and started to thrust upwards.

I saw stars as his cock invaded me. My head flew back and I let out a giant “Oh God” as I sat all the way down on his cock. It was when I hit the base when the door opened to the washroom again.

“Fuck” he whispered into my neck as he held me still. There I was, sitting impaled on this giant man. His cock stuffed all the way in me. I was slowly adjusting to it, slowly feeling it throbbing inside me. His big arms wrapped around me. His head buried in my neck. I was clinging to him, my arms wrapped around his wide shoulders. I moved a bit, knowing that I was ready. He could feel it too, and thrusted up slowly. His big hands lifted my shirt from the bottom and pulled it up roughly over my head. I did the same, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it off his head. Our bare torsos now touching as he pulled me close to him. His chest was rock hard. A small coating of light hair covered his pecs, with a smooth trail leading down his six pack abs. My chest was smooth, lean and muscular from the summer outdoors. The feeling of his big paws on my back was sending shivers through me. We were beginning to start a very slow rhythm, as he slowly pushed his cock up into me. His hands slid down to my ass cheeks, holding them in his hand. We tried not to make a sound as he began lifting me up and down on his thick cock, waiting for the second stranger to leave the washroom.

Again we heard the sink turn off and the door open and close. We were alone again.

John’s mouth was at my neck still, and he moaned out “Your ass is so tight.” He was now moving me up and down easily, faster, harder with his paws, slamming me down on his cock as he forced it straight up. My hands were on his bare shoulders, grabbing onto the mountain of muscle as I bounced up and down.

“God your cock feels huge!” I moaned out, looking down on him.

“We don’t have much time before someone else comes in,” he grunted, and stood up with me still impaled on his cock, my hands hanging on to his neck. “I’m gonna fuckin breed you baby,” he moaned as he positioned his legs a bit wider, grabbed my ass firmly, and began to fuck me standing up.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned loudly as the sounds of his balls slapping my ass filled the washroom. It was an incredible feeling being power fucked standing up, literally bouncing off this giant’s cock in a bathroom stall. I grabbed his pecs with one hand while holding on to his neck with the other. I could feel his muscles tighten as he drilled me hard. He was grunting a bit, as was I, hoping that no one would enter. I looked into his eyes to find him transfixed on mine. Our eyes locked. He smiled slightly and said “Fuck baby you are gorgeous.”

I looked down to see my cock leaking cum. I arched a bit and grabbed at my cock and started to jerk it. He saw me and let out a guttural sound and growl, “I’m gonna fuckin cum in you.”

“Do it,” I moaned. “I want you to big guy.”

As if on command, he pumped his cock into me harder, slamming me down on it as he gave me one deep and hard thrust, letting out a groan of relief. That did it. I started spewing my load over my stomach as his first spray of cum filled my ass. I swear I could feel that first shot hit my walls, and he bucked up into me more, plowing my ass with another six or seven hard thrusts as his cum continued to unload in me. He pulled me into a deep wet kiss as he slowed down, and backed up onto the toilet once again to sit down, me still attached to his cock.

We sat there making out, as his dick started to soften a bit. Didn’t feel like it was going down at all! We pulled off each other, looking into our eyes.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He giggled a bit. God, even just his laughter was hot. “Me either. But I just had to follow you, you little hot fucker.”

“Brian.” I said

“John.” He said back.

“Yeah, I saw that on your shirt.” I kissed him again. I didn’t want to move. Being in his arms, sitting on his cock, felt like heaven.

“I’m done at 5.” He whispered in my ear as his tongue went up and down my neck. “By then I should be ready to fuck you properly in my bed.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Can’t wait big guy.” I just hoped I would be able to walk out of the bathroom properly after this pounding. I started wiping up my sticky hands and abs with toilet paper, wondering how his shrinking cock was ever going to slip out of my ass.

“I’ll give you my card with my number and address when I get back to my desk.” He kissed me again. “I can’t wait to get you naked in my bed.”

“Yeah?” I leaned back to look at his perfectly sculpted chest. “I know the feeling.”

“You know,” he groaned, “If you keep sitting on my dick it’s gonna stay hard and I may have to fuck you again.”

I giggled this time, and started to rise up. “Let’s save round 2 for your bed big guy. Where I can properly attend to this body of yours.”

His eyebrow raised, “Oh yeah? You wanna take care of your big man do you?”

Fuck he was sexy. “You wait and see,” I said as I rose up to feel his dick leave me. I stood back to look at him as I pulled my pants up. What a man he was sitting there. Pants around his big legs. Bare chest glowing with a bit of sweat.

I couldn’t wait to have him splayed out naked on a bed.