Joe the Mechanic

I had just relocated to a small town in eastern Washington for a job opportunity. One of my friends had just purchased the only real estate brokerage in that town and he begged me to move there to help him run it. I had just turned 35, and something about turning 35 made me want to make a big change in my life. So, I left my life in Seattle and ended up here in the town of Grigsby, four hours southeast of Seattle — in the midst of absolute nowhere.

Grigsby was no Seattle. One stop light. One grocery store. There was a post office, school, auto repair shop and a small grocery store. The town was boring as shit, but rent was cheap and the pace of life was slow. I was actually kind of digging it.

My car stuck out like a sore thumb in Grigsby. In a town full of pickup trucks and the occasional old minivan, here I was in a 1998 Saab 9000 that had been handed down to me by my dad. It had been a great car and I had been driving it for about ten years or so. I tried to keep it well maintained, but eventually (and with it being so old), I guess something had to happen to it.  One day, just weeks after arriving in town, I was driving down Main Street when the engine started making a very strange knocking sound. In addition to the sound, I noticed steam coming up from under the hood. The needle on my temperature gauge lunged far to the right and into the gauge’s red zone. Something was seriously wrong with my car.

Grigsby Auto Repair just happened to be a couple blocks away. I pulled my sick, struggling Saab into the parking lot. The owner, Gus, had never even seen a Saab before and he told me he was certain he couldn't work on it. However, he referred me to another mechanic named Joe. Apparently, Joe was a whiz with European cars and worked on them in his shop space next to his home a few miles outside of town. According to Gus, if anyone could help, it was Joe.  A few minutes later, Gus was on the phone with Joe to let him know I was coming. He gave me a lift to Joe’s shop as he pulled my Saab in his tow truck.

Ten minutes later, the tow truck was on its way back to Grigsby and my Saab was sitting quietly in front of Joe’s shop. The shop didn't look like much. It was a green and white striped metal building that sat just a few yards away from a worn looking mobile home. The shop’s garage door was closed, but there was a small man door on the left side and it was wide open. I walked towards the door and peered inside. It looked like every other mechanic's garage I'd seen before. There was a hydraulic lift in the center, some tires leaning against the walls and a few huge toolboxes. The shop smelled like what one would expect a mechanic’s garage to smell like -- grease, gasoline, cigarettes, and the indistinguishable scent of a hard working man. As I was staring into the garage, I was startled by a deep, masculine voice coming from just a few feet behind me.

“You the guy with the Saab?”

I turned around and saw a tall, slender, and incredibly hot guy wearing navy blue, grease-stained coveralls. He had flowing dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a thick, reddish-brown beard speckled with a few grey hairs here and there. His coveralls were unzipped almost down to the middle of his chest, exposing a patch of dark chest hair.

“That's me,”  I said.
He held out his rough, grease-stained hand for a shake.
“I'm Joe. Let's go take a look at this Saab of yours.”

Joe had my car’s hood open in no time. A little bit of leftover steam billowed out and into his face as he lowered his head in towards the engine.

“Radiators busted. I'm gonna pull her into the shop and take a closer look. But I'm pretty damn certain that's what this is. You wanna leave her here and have me call you when it's ready?”

“That's the thing, Joe. I don't have anyone to give me a lift back into town. I just moved here.”

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, usually no one hangs out here while I'm working on their car,” he said, as he let out a small chuckle. “I'm nowhere near as fancy as Gus’s place. I don't have a waiting area. I gotta couple shitty old chairs in the shop. That's about the best I can do. But it's probably gonna take the rest of the day for me to fix it. Or maybe the weekend. Who knows? Plus, I'll need to call in a parts delivery from Yakima and that’ll take at least a few hours. Even longer if that dopey ass kid is working deliveries today. ”

“Do what you need to do, Joe. I can manage.”
Honestly, I was very much ok with watching this sexy man do his business with my car. When he wasn’t looking at me, I stared him up and down with intensity. I’d always had a thing for hard working, blue-collar men, especially mechanics!

A few minutes later, Joe had pulled the car into the shop. He motioned to me to come closer to the car, because he wanted to show me what he was looking at under the hood. I walked over and stood next to him as he pointed into the engine and started explaining what was wrong with the car. However, I wasn't actually listening to him. Being so close to him, I was overcome by my fierce attraction to him and I was intoxicated by his man scent. It was hot outside, and I could tell he'd been hard at work all day. He had a little grease on his face, and the pits of his coveralls were soaked in sweat. Joe gave off a scent that made me want to clean every inch of his salty, stenchy body with my tongue. My cock began to get hard just being next to him. After he finished diagnosing my car, I realized I needed to piss.

“Hey Joe, you got a restroom or something I can use?”

“You can go inside my house. I ain't worried you'll steal anything. Not like you got a getaway car right now.” He shot me me a goofy smile and paused.
“Although, if you do go inside, feel free to help yourself to a beer. Hell, bring me one, too.”

“A beer sounds great. I'll go inside, do my thing, and bring you one. After the day I've had a beer sounds great.”

As he stared at the car’s engine, he smiled. “They’re in the fridge.”

The inside of Joe’s mobile home was pretty sparse -- an old recliner, a sectional sofa and a large flat screen TV. There wasn't anything on the walls, except for a large mirror above the sectional. It seemed like the inside of the home of just a normal, everyday single straight guy. It wasn't the tidiest place and had the aroma of sweat, dirty socks and a slight cigarette odor. I walked down the mobile home’s hallway and into his bathroom. After I pissed, I flushed the toilet, zipped up and walked back into the hallway.  

I noticed that Joe’s bedroom door was wide open. Instantly, the craziest, riskiest thought popped into my head. I was certain Joe was balls deep into working on my car, so I figured he wouldn't even know if I were to go into his bedroom and snoop around. For a moment, I stood there and tried to tell myself that the idea was bad, but as I slowly entered his room, that thought vanished from my head. Joe’s bedroom reeked of his scent, which to me, smelled like heaven! As I ventured deeper into his room, I noticed a white tee-shirt hanging from the side of his laundry hamper. Very cautiously, I walked towards the shirt, picked it up and began to sniff it. Immediately, I caught a deep whiff of his tangy armpit stench, and as I breathed it in, I began to rub my rapidly hardening shaft as I began to fantasize about exploring Joe’s sexy body. As I looked deeper inside the hamper, I noticed some other treasures -- more shirts, dirty socks, another pair of coveralls, and -- yes -- lots of underwear! I reached in and grabbed a pair of blue briefs. Right then, an alert went off in my mind.

“What if he walks in and catches you?” I thought to myself.

My heart began to race at the the very thought, but I threw caution to the wind and pressed the crotch of Joe’s dirty briefs to my nose and breathed in his scent. The whiff of his ball stink was mesmerizing, and my cock twitched in my pants as I savored his scent. With my other hand, I reached down and rubbed my thick, hard meat. I completely forgot all about the beer I was supposed to fetch -- and the fact that my car was in Joe’s shop just a few feet away -- and that I wasn't supposed to be in that room doing what I was doing. It just felt so good and so dirty, and I just couldn't stop myself. As I rubbed my aching dick through my pants, I felt a slick, wet spot forming on my crotch. It almost felt as if I could bust a nut through my jeans. I completely lost track of time as I rummaged through his hamper full of stinky clothes. Socks, undies, shirts, jeans — I sniffed them all! But my favorite was those blue briefs. They smelled delicious as I breathed them in. There were even a few of his dark pubes stuck inside. I could only imagine the beautiful cock and balls that wore these briefs as I rubbed my own cock, and as I became lost in my lust, I was shaken out of my stupor by a screaming voice… “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Nope. That didn't come from the little voice in my head that had told me not to do this just a few minutes earlier. It was Joe. Of course it was! I turned around, dropped the underwear and stared up at the greasy, sweaty and angry mechanic standing in the door. He was pissed!

We both stood in the bedroom staring at each other for what seemed like forever. I couldn't talk -- I was just too scared. Besides, what the fuck was I supposed to say to him?

“I...I allow you into my home and I catch you doing... this? Who do you think you are?” Joe was exasperated.
I tried to say something, but was only able to blurt out a weird, grunting sound.

“Shut up,” he said. “I thought you seemed a little weird when I met you. But now I know…”

Joe slowly moved towards me.

“You like sniffing my underwear you fucking weirdo? Hmm? Does this get you off?”

I kept trying to open my mouth and say something, but I just couldn't. Joe crept even closer to me. He stared at me intensely. My heart was racing and I had a feeling he was going to beat my ass. I was terrified. Eventually, Joe’s angry face was only an inch away from my face. We were so close, I could smell his breath.

“Pick up my underwear” he said, with a suddenly calm new tone. “Go ahead, grab ‘em.”

I kneeled down and grabbed the blue briefs. Finally, I had the guts to talk.

“What...do you want me to do?,” I nervously asked, as I stared up at him.

“Sniff ‘em. Go ahead, I wanna watch you sniff my stinky drawers, you fucking freak.”

Slowly, I brought his underwear to my face and as I began to sniff them, I noticed a bulge begin to appear in Joe’s crotch. His greasy hand moved down to his crotch and he began to rub himself. He never broke his intense stare as he did so. Joe ventured even closer, so much that our bodies were about to touch. He grabbed the underwear from my hands and threw them on the floor.

“You're done with those. I've got something else for you to sniff.”

He then grabbed me by my shirt and pushed me back onto his bed. Joe then proceeded to unzip his coveralls and he pulled them all the way off, exposing his furry body and his beautiful, hard cock situated in a mat of wooly black pubic hair. It had to be about nine inches, and it had a slight glaze of precum coating the head. It curved upwards and reminded me of a cobra, but instead of venom, it spit out precum and lots of it! Joe immediately climbed into the bed, ventured up towards my head and placed his furry, low-hanging balls right into my face.

“I had to piss, too. Walked in while you were pissing,” he said, as he stared into my eyes. “Thought it was weird seeing you go into my bedroom. I’ve been watching you this whole time. So, now I think you owe me. You’re gonna suck and lick my nutsack. You’re gonna eat my asshole and you’re gonna suck all the cum out of my cock you fucking weirdo.”

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or for real. But his stiff, glistening cock above my face told me it was for real! A feeling of sweet relief and excitement engulfed me as I began to sniff and lick his delicious fucking balls. His furry nuts tasted and smelled even better than those dirty undies I'd been sniffing. I reached up and grabbed his cock.

“No. Not yet. We’ll get there, but first, I need you to clean those balls...and my ass.”

“Yes, sir!” I mumbled, and I quickly went back to worshipping his balls with my tongue. After a minute of ball sucking, I maneuvered my head forward and began to taste his sweaty, tangy asshole. As I found his hole with my tongue, Joe let out a soft moan. His hole clenched tight, but then relaxed as I began to kiss and lick it. I raised my arms up to grab him, but he pushed them away.

“No. I'm the boss here, sniff freak. I'll tell you what to do! Now, I want you to tongue kiss my asshole. Pretend it’s some hot fag’s lips and you’re kissing him.”

Honestly, I didn’t need to pretend about some “hot fag.” I made love to Joe’s sweet, fuckin’ hole for a good twenty minutes. Everything about him was delicious. He bucked his ass in and out of my face as I ate him. With both hands, he pushed the back of my head inside towards his ass, over and over. I had never eaten a man as deeply as this. I loved it! I loved the feel of his furry balls as they draped along my forehead as I ate him. His moans sounded like he loved it, too.

“Man, you eat a good ass, but I need you on my cock now.” As he said that, I looked up and saw his big cock standing at attention. Precum was dripping all over it. Immediately. I grabbed his shaft and began lovingly stroking it as I lowered my tongue onto his dickhead. I kissed and licked his piss slit, as even more precum began to spill out. After teasing his cock and enjoying his delicious precum for a bit, I engulfed my lips around his tool and swallowed him whole. I started out slow. I was in no hurry to make him cum! This was an experience that I wanted to savor. Now, I’ve had many a man’s cock in my mouth, but his length and girth fit perfectly in my mouth. Every motion of my mouth, tongue and throat intuitively cradled and pleasured Joe’s meat in just the right way. I began to increase my pace, going up and down on his dick in a faster pace. Joe began to moan. I looked up at his face, giving him a look that said “I want to worship you and beg for your cum.” He opened his eyes as he moaned, and gave me a nod and a look that said “ok.” Joe then closed his eyes, and I closed mine. I increased my tempo a little more, and before I knew it, Joe began to wildly buck in and out of mouth. I increased the pressure of my sucking and prayed that this would be the moment he came. I wanted to eat his fuckin’ jizz so bad! And at that very moment, I was rewarded with his hot load! Joe shot torrents of cum down my mouth and throat. I happily guzzled every drop as he let out a primal moan of pleasure. Joe’s cum was delicious. It was a little bitter, a little sweet and very warm...and there was lots of it! He left his spent cock in my mouth for a few moments after I’d gulped down the last drop, before pulling it out. I lied in the bed motionless as I savored his flavor still on my tongue. He got out of the bed and put his coveralls back on. As he zipped them up, he turned to look at me and shot me the biggest grin.

“I had a feeling about you,” he said with a wink. “Put your clothes back on and come out to the shop with me.”

For the next few hours, we hung out and it was fun! We drank some beers and smoked a joint. He showed me his motorcycle collection. He even let me drive one of them around his acreage. We talked and joked around. This guy was really fucking cool and funny and smart. I never knew I could meet someone like him way out here in the middle of nowhere. I was falling madly for this man very quickly.

Right around 4:30, a white pickup pulled into his driveway. The parts guy got out. He was a short, thin guy with shaggy blond hair, a beard and blue eyes. He had this serious “eat shit” look about him. He came up to us and said hi.

“Keith, this is Frankie. He’s my parts guy.”
“What’s up?” said Frankie.
“You got my parts Frankie?,” said Joe.
“Yup.”

We went inside the shop and Joe inspected the parts and wrote him a check. The three of us bullshitted for a few minutes. I looked Frankie up and down. He may have been short and lean, but his tough looking face made me think he was a scrapper who could take down guys twice his size.

Joe looked at Frankie. “So, now that we got this taken care of, Frankie, why don’t you stay awhile?”

“Sure,” he said. Frankie was very stoic. I was a little intimidated by him, but he seemed to warm up the more time we spent together.

We went inside Joe’s house and had a few beers, and smoked another joint. Little did I know, I was in store for another amazing surprise!

The three of us sat on Joe’s sofa while drinking beers and talking. Frankie warmed up and started talking more. He even started smiling. He was a drifter from Arkansas who had ended up in the area thanks to some chick he met online. He’d been working for the parts company as a delivery driver for a few months. The girlfriend didn’t work out, but he was still here and seemed to like the place.

Frankie sat between us on the sofa. I noticed Joe looking at me with this big grin on his face. He gestured to me using his eyes while Frankie talked. I looked at him in bewilderment, but then it dawned on me — Joe wanted to initiate a threeway! Honestly, I wouldn’t have guessed Frankie would be into dudes. But then, Joe interrupted Frankie.

“Frankie, Keith here sucked my cock earlier. He was pretty good. You want him to suck you?”

Frankie looked down, nodded and chuckled. “Sure!”

Before I knew it, Joe was unbuttoning Frankie’s pants so that I could suck him. His hard cock popped out. Frankie’s dick was probably 6.5 inches, but it was thick and uncut. It was surrounded by a wooly patch of blond hair. As I lowered my face onto his crotch, I got a good whiff of his man stink. It was irresistible! Sweaty, raunchy and he smelled and tasted like he’d cum earlier in the day and never cleaned it off. I began to devour Frankie’s thick meat as I heard the sounds of him and Joe lustfully kissing.

“Fuck! Oh fuck Joe. This is the best head I’ve ever had!” Frankie said, in his cute southern drawl.

Joe giggled. “Told you he was good!”

Frankie’s cock was fuckin’ delicious! I ate him into a frenzy as he moaned loudly. I looked up and he and Joe were still kissing heavily. As much as I was enjoying Frankie’s meat, I was getting a little jealous. I wanted to kiss Joe, too! Suddenly, I took my mouth of his dick and grabbed both men in a powerful embrace. The three of us began to kiss. Our three lips and tongues passionately tasted one another as our arms wrapped around one another. It was amazing and beautiful.
I had been in threesomes before, but this one was the best ever! We kissed for another minute or so, and then without a word, Joe got up, nodded his head towards his bedroom and we followed him.

A moment later, Joe and Frankie lied on their backs in the bed while I feasted on their cocks and assholes. Each man had his own unique taste, scent, and feel. They kissed and moaned as I pleasured them both. Eventually, Joe made his way down to Frankie’s crotch and he joined me in eating Frankie. Our tongues and lips met at Frankie’s piss slit and we passionately kissed with his cock between our lips. I ventured down into Frankie’s furry taint and sniffed and licked him as Joe swallowed his meat. Frankie let out another loud moan. Joe then turned Frankie on his side. I moved my face in front of his ass and spread him open. I kissed and licked his furry blond fuckhole and Joe continued to suck his dick. Once I got his hole good and wet, I decided to get brave. I very carefully inserted my finger into his hole. Frankie let out an even louder moan.

“Dude, I ain’t ever let a finger or nothin’ else up there. I don’t know about this.”
“Frankie,” said Joe. “Just relax. It’s gonna feel good once you’re used to it.”

Joe grabbed my hand away from Frankie’s ass and he reached down to the floor with his other hand. He had some lube in a bottle on the floor.

“Here, use this. It’ll make things a whole lot better.”

Joe and I lubed up our fingers and we took turns fingering Frankie’s hole as Frankie lied flat on his belly. Joe and I looked at each other, both of us with huge smiles on our faces. We shared hot kisses as we pummeled this boy’s hole. Frankie got over his hesitation about ass play very quickly! His sweet little ass bucked wildly as we took turns eating and fingering his hole. His moans got even louder and louder. He was loving it! Joe grabbed the lube and handed it to me, and said “Let’s fuck him!”

We positioned Frankie on his back, with his legs over my shoulders. Joe had his arm around Frankie, comforting and kissing him as I prepared to fuck his virgin hole. Seeing these two sexy ass naked men kiss made my cock incredibly rock hard! I put more lube on my index and middle fingers and stuck them up his ass. I wanted to get him good and slicked up for my thick cock. After a few more minutes of fingering him,  I pulled out my fingers and squirted more lube onto my cock. Joe grabbed Frankie even tighter and I heard him whisper “It’s ok, it’s ok. It’s gonna feel good. I got you.”

It took a couple of tries and lot more lube, but eventually, Frankie opened up. It was an amazing feeling. His tight, warm, velvety hole cradled my cock as I slowly plunged in and out. Joe’s tongue was down Frankie’s throat, which muffled his loud moans. I grasped Frankie’s legs as I rammed my tool deeper and deeper inside this boy’s ass. As I increased my tempo and began to fuck him faster, I felt him clench his ass muscles around my shaft. I was starting to think I was about to cum, when I noticed Joe break off the kiss with Frankie.

“I think you need me to fuck you, too, Frankie.”
“Ok,” he said, with a slight whimper of ecstasy.

I didn’t want to cum so soon, so I was happy to help Joe get his big, nine inch tool up Frankie’s sweet fuckhole. I spent a good minute or two sucking Joe’s cock. I wanted to get him as hard as possible! I lubed up Joe’s fuckstick and guided him inside. Frankie screamed.

“OH MY FUCKIN GOD! OH..OH..OHHH! Oh, that’s so fucking deep!”
I moved up and grabbed Frankie and began to kiss him. Our mouths ravenously ate each other as Joe pummeled his hole. The room temperature was warm and the three of us began to sweat. Our hearts raced as we each savored the delights of mansex. Joe pulled out of Frankie and positioned him on his hands and knees.

“Keith, why don’t you fuck him while I fuck you?”

In no time, I was behind Frankie and I was back to fucking him. His hole was slick and hot. He was a little looser thanks to being opened up by Joe’s big cock, but it still felt awesome! As I fucked Frankie, I felt Joe’s tongue on my hole. He ate me as I fucked Frankie. But I knew he had bigger plans! Before I knew it, I felt Joe’s cock against my ass. He rubbed it against my furry butt. I felt his low hanging, fuzzy balls draped against my leg. He put a gob of lube on his dick and another gob on my hole. Within seconds, he was opening me up with that big tool! The weed we smoked earlier had me very relaxed, so it barely hurt at all, which surprised me. Even with smaller dicks, I always had at least some discomfort.

There’s nothing like having a man’s dick up your ass while fucking another man! The three of us started fucking slowly, but as Joe started to fuck me faster and harder, I did the same to Frankie. Eventually, we were fucking at lightning speed! It was as if we were three wild, pent up beasts in heat, rutting uncontrollably. I didn’t want to cum yet, because I wanted it to last forever. But my cock disagreed. I shouted out that I was to cum. A second later, I felt a massively pleasurable sensation spanning from my prostate to my cock and I unloaded my seed deep inside Frankie’s guts. As I did this, Joe began to moan as well.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum, too!”

Right as he said that, I was rewarded with his hot load deep inside of me. Sweat was dripping off all three of us as I pumped out my last drops into Frankie.

“You cum, Frankie?” asked Joe.

Frankie giggled. “I came — twice. I shot all over your bed. Sorry dude.”

Joe laughed. “It’s all good!”

The three of lied back down, with me in the middle. Frankie must’ve shot an entire gallon, because the sheets were soaked. Plus, all our sweat made it even wetter. But I loved how it felt. We lied there quietly, gloating in the ecstasy we just experienced. Frankie dozed off and began to snore. Joe had his arm around me and we exchanged tender kisses and quiet small talk. About an hour later, Frankie woke up. He had to get back into town. We all got up and walked him to the door. Before leaving, we shared one more sexy threesome kiss.

I spent the night with Joe. After changing those wet sheets, we showered and got back into bed. We talked about how hot it was the way we fucked Frankie. As we did this, our cocks began to get hard. But after what we just did, neither of us could go again. Joe and I feel asleep. He spooned me and kissed me on the back of my neck until I fell asleep.

Joe had my car running again the next day, but I was in no hurry to leave. We stayed together for the weekend and we sucked and fucked like maniacs most of the time.

A few weeks later, I moved in with him. =)