Joe discovers what he really needs

It was just after eleven and Joe was switching off the lights in the living room before heading to bed. He looked out the window, down at Carter's garage on the opposite side of the road. As he turned away, something caught his eye, causing him to take another look. He could see a faint light inside through the arched window above the garage doors.

Carter must be meeting up with one of his fuck-buddies, the lucky bastard. I could do with a good fuck tonight, Joe thought. He was about to turn away again when he noticed the light was moving, as though it was coming from a torch or mobile phone. That’s weird, Joe thought.

Joe picked up his phone and texted Carter.

“You in the garage m8?”

“No m8, at home. Why?” Carter replied immediately.

“Someone is. You need to get here. I’ll go check.”

“On way.”

Joe pulled on his T-shirt, shorts and trainers and left his flat. In a minute he was standing outside the doors to Carter's garage. He could see that the door had been jemmied open and could hear low voices inside.

Fuck, he thought. How many are in there? I better wait for Carter.

The mechanic arrived in his van after around five minutes and joined Joe outside the doors. He was carrying a couple of crowbars, one of which he handed to Joe.

“Ready?” he whispered to Joe, who nodded. The two men threw open the door and rushed inside. Carter switched on the lights. In front of them were two guys, both dressed in chav gear; black hoodies, trackies and trainers. They spun around, looking startled. Carter lunged forward and rugby-tackled the nearer one to the ground. The other one made a run for the door, but Joe grabbed his hood and yanked him backwards, pulling him off his feet.

The two chavs were scrawny teenagers, probably eighteen or nineteen, and no match for either Joe or Carter's physical strength. Carter rolled his prey onto his back and straddled him.

“You little shit!” he roared at the chav. “What the fuck are you doing in my garage?”

“Sorry mate” came the reply. “We were just looking for some cash.”

“Do you think I’d be stupid enough to leave cash here, you dumb little fuck? What’s your name?”

“It’s Nathan.”

“And his?”

“Robbie.”

“Well, Nathan, you and Robbie are off to the nick. Joe, call the cops.”

Joe, who was straddling Robbie, pulled out his phone.

“Don’t do that, mate, please, we’ll both be recalled to prison if we get nicked.”

“Why the fuck should I care?” barked, Joe.

“We'll do anything if you let us go. We’ll even give you both blowjobs, better than your girlfriends can.”

Carter grinned down at Nathan, reached behind him and grabbed the chav’s crotch.

“Joe, this little fuck’s getting a hard-on at the idea of sucking me off! What about yours?”

“Same here” replied Joe, laughing, after he shoved his hand down the front of Robbie's trackies.

“Ok, boys, but it better be worth it, otherwise, you’re off to the nick.”

“Don’t worry, just close your eyes and think of your girlfriends.” said Nathan.

“That won’t be necessary.” replied Carter, winking at Joe.

Carter and Joe stood up and ordered Nathan and Robbie to strip off, so they couldn’t make a run for it, and kneel in front of them. The two chavs pulled their hoodies and trackies off, apparently without embarrassment. They were slim but nicely muscled and both their cocks were hard by the time they knelt down. Carter and Joe pulled their shorts off and stood beside each other.

Without saying anything, Carter began to piss over Nathan, into his mouth and over his face and chest. The chav was startled, but quickly got into it, so Joe did the same to Robbie. The chavs got to work on Carter and Joe with enthusiasm, wanking themselves off as they licked and sucked the two big cocks.

Carter took out his mobile phone and took photos of both chavs with his and Joe's cocks in their mouths. After a while, Carter pulled out of Nathan’s mouth and said,

“Yeah, you’re good at sucking off, but are you a good fuck?”

“Sure, mate, satisfaction guaranteed.” replied Nathan, grinning.

“Let’s see then” said Carter, catching Joe's eye. The men ordered Nathan and Robbie to lie on their backs beside each other on the workbench. They took hold of each by their thighs, pulled their arses towards them and began to probe their holes with tongues and fingers. Nathan and Robbie writhed with pleasure on the bench while Carter took more photos of them.

Carter produced a bottle of lube and squirted some into his and Joe's hands. The men lubed up Nathan and Robbie’s holes and began to ease their big cocks inside. Before long, both men were pounding away on the two chavs, who were moaning with pleasure and jacking themselves off.

It wasn’t long before Nathan and Robbie shot their loads all over themselves. Carter and Joe pulled out and ordered the chavs back on their knees in front of them. They jacked off into the mouths of the pair, shooting cum over their faces.

Carter and Joe pulled on their shorts and Carter held up his phone, saying,

“Right, get dressed and fuck off! If I ever see either of you within half a mile of my garage again, these photos will be all over the internet, for all your mates to see.”

The chavs did as instructed and made themselves scarce, both grinning at Carter and Joe as they left.

“Thanks for a great fuck, mate” said Robbie to Joe, speaking for the first time that evening.

After they were gone, Joe pulled a couple of beers from Carter’s fridge, handed one to the mechanic and said,

“Was that meant to be a punishment? You know they fucking loved it, don’t you?”

“Yeah, us being such good fuckers is a curse” Carter replied with mock solemnity.

Both men laughed as they drank their beers and chatted about their encounter with the two chavs. The sex had been good, but Joe became aware that he was feeling something new and unfamiliar for Carter, an attraction that was more than physical.

Suddenly, there was a shout from outside the door.

“Police!”

“Come in!” Carter shouted back, and a copper stepped through the doorway, eyeing the damage to the lock. He was about 6' 5” tall with a weightlifter's build, accentuated by his stab vest. He was strikingly good looking, with swept back dark hair, shaved at the sides, and a square jaw covered in stubble. He was wearing combat trousers tucked into his police-issue black combat boots.

“Fuck me!” said Joe, under his breath.

“Had a break-in?” asked the copper. In other circumstances, Carter would have replied, “Yeah, plod, you should be in C.I.D.” but bit his tongue as he checked out the copper's package and boots.

“Yeah, but we dealt with it. They won’t be back.”

“Who are you, then?” the copper asked.

“I’m Luke Carter, and this is my mate, Joe.”

“So, Mr Carter, how did you “deal with it” then?” the copper asked.

“Let’s just say they’ll remember us every time they go to sit down for the next few days.” replied Carter, grinning. Joe stifled a laugh.

“You really shouldn’t take the law into your own hands, you know. They might make a complaint against you.” the copper replied, sternly.

“Oh, I don’t think they’ll have any complaints.” Carter replied, cheekily. Now it was the copper’s turn to stifle a laugh.

“Any idea who they were?” the copper asked.

“Nathan and Robbie, they said.” replied Carter.

“Ah yes, two of our regular customers. In future, call us.” said the copper handing Carter a Metropolitan Police card with his name and mobile number written on it. “I’m PC Curtis… Alex.”

“Sure will, Alex.” Replied Carter, with a wink. “Nice to know you’ve got my back!”

“Goodnight then.” said the copper, smiling for the first time. “Make sure you secure the premises before you leave.”

After the copper left, Joe said,

“You’re fucking unbelievable, Carter, flirting with a cop like that, and as good as telling him what we did to those chavs!”

“C’mon, Joe” replied Carter, “He was fucking HOT! And he plays for our team!”

“In your dreams, Carter.”

“We’ll see, won't we.” replied Carter, grinning. “Now I’ve got his number!”