The Fitment Centre

If you ever met a shit magnet where tyres were concerned, well, that would be me! I spent my life at my local tyre shop, replacing or fixing tyres. I mostly had myself to blame because I was a rather careless driver. I constantly hit potholes or inconvenient curbs. I practically had shares in my local tyre fitment centre, and everyone began laughing when I entered the premises. The guy that invariably took care of me was Russ. He always discarded whomever he was busy with on another technician and attended to me.

Russ was a nice guy. You would never call him good-looking, but he had indescribable charm. Russ stood five-feet-eleven tall, was lanky, and somewhat dorky. He had puppy dog eyes and a goofy smile, which made it clear that he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.

All the workers at the fitment centre wore two-piece company overalls, with short jackets that extended an inch or two over the top of their trousers. Upon lifting their arms, tradesmen’s cracks and garden paths, therefore, were in abundance when visiting the centre, which was a total delight for me.

Russ had five characteristics that always intrigue me. His huge hands and feet are disproportionate to his body size and should’ve belonged to a much larger man. Russ’ hands, given his work, were grubby with beautiful broad fingers. I always got an erection when we shook hands. The fifth feature was the bulge at the front of his trousers. If the mound was anything to go by, his cock must have been of epic proportions. I always had a difficult time not blatantly staring at the bulge.

When I acquired my vehicle, I took a chance by placing a gay flag sticker on my rear bumper. I did so with trepidation initially, but ultimately, pleased that I did. Happily, nobody tried to kill me, and subsequently, although I received a few dirty looks in traffic, I had a few very successful encounters after that. Everyone knew I was gay. Russ, however, never appeared concerned by this. In fact, on every visit to the centre, I always got a man-hug from him.

Having again fucked-up a tyre late one afternoon, I phoned Russ to inquire whether they had my tyre size in stock. Luckily they did. After informing him that I would drop by the following morning, he asked where I lived. Russ then offered to stop by my house later that afternoon to collect the tyre, so it could get repaired early the following morning, by the time I passed by to work.

At six p.m., Russ arrived at my home wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Summarily, the offending tyre and rim got placed on his pick-up. I offered him a beer, which he gladly accepted. Once comfortable it became clear that he was in no hurry to leave. Two beers later, he received a call, which he took outdoors. It was clear that the conversation he was having was not amicable. After several minutes, somewhat flustered, he re-joined me in the lounge. It appeared that he was having problems with his girlfriend and that things weren’t going too well in their relationship.

He didn’t elaborate too much, but it appeared that the troubles were emanating from their bedroom. I was starving at this point, and I offered him a plate of food, which he happily accepted.

Russ surprised me during the evening and wasn’t nearly a dim as I had anticipated. He had a sharp mind and astutely took in everything I told him about my work. My work as an investment advisor seemed to fascinate him.

At ten o’clock, I offered him the bed in my spare bedroom for the night because he had consumed far too many beers to drive home. After accepting my offer, he sent his girlfriend an SMS, and shortly we were in our respective bedrooms sound asleep. Early the following morning, I made breakfast for us, after which he left for work.

At around five-thirty the following afternoon, I was stunned when Russ again pulled up at my home. His girlfriend had thrown him out, and he had nowhere to go. Fully prepared to sleep in his vehicle in my garage, he begged me to help him out. I assured him that sleeping in his truck was not necessary. I then helped him carry his two suitcases into the spare room. I also informed him that he was welcome to stay for the next few days until he could sort himself out. He offered to pay me for his accommodation, but I rejected the offer out of hand.

That evening after dinner, he told me about the difficulties that had caused the bust-up with his girlfriend. There were two problems. Firstly, he was over-endowed, which was a source of discomfort for his girlfriend. The second problem that stunned me was an even bigger issue with her. Some men have a condition, which is mostly is untreatable. It is more common with circumcised men like him but could also occur with uncut guys. His cock-head had rough skin around the top of the glans ridge, which caused an uncomfortable scratching effect in woman’s vaginas. His girlfriend had always insisted that he wear a condom because of this, which he hated.

Having seen two dermatologists, they informed him that these ridges could get frozen off but that they would invariably reoccur. It was not a social disease but just one of those peculiar realities of life. Making the matter worse was that these ridges got referred to as cysts, which freaked him and his girlfriend out. The reference was so negative, which sent his girlfriend into a state of panic when he was stupid enough to mention this to her. Resultantly, their sex life had almost ground to a halt due to this. Russ was tearful as he concluded his story.

Nonplussed, I did not know what to say. He then offered to show me the offending condition. I agreed to have a look, somewhat flummoxed but exceedingly intrigued. After whipping out his dick, I got presented with the most magnificent appendages I had ever seen. It was fuckin’ spectacular! It was one of those dicks, which tapered to either end, with a very broad mid-section. I had never seen such a majestic knob. The exposure of the bulge I had always ogled surpassed all of my wildest dreams. To my way of thinking, any woman would feel blessed to have this extra-large fillet of beef stuck up her pussy. I then got invited to run my finger along the offensive crest and did so, shaking like a leaf. Truthfully, I could not see what the fuss was all about and told him so. It honestly was not that rough.

Having little knowledge of the sensitivity of vaginas, I would happily have had his cock stuck up my arse. I wanted to mention this but felt it might be inappropriate. Regrettably, his rod of wonder soon got replaced in his jeans. I was tempted to ask if I could offer a second opinion but refrained from doing so. After a few more beers, we retired to our bedrooms for the night.

I always visited local gay haunts on Friday and Saturday evenings, hoping to get lucky. As the following day was a Friday, I pondered how I could extricate myself from Russ that evening. I did not mind helping Russ but was not going to relinquish my weekly pleasures by being Mr. Nice-guy. I reasoned I would make a meal for him, and tell him I got invited out by a friend that evening.

I left Russ watching television at nine p.m. and headed to the local pub. As the place started filling up I eyed a few possible prospects. It was a good night for me and at eleven, a man called Garth and I headed back to my home. I was worried about encountering Russ upon my return. I, however, decided that as it was my home, he would have to conform to my lifestyle. Fortunately, Russ had already gone to bed, and Garth and I kept the sound effects from my room down to a minimum. I was again was able to avoid Russ the following morning, after he left for work very early. Thank goodness I didn’t have to work on Saturdays!

Garth left after breakfast the following morning and by one-thirty returned from work. After lunch, we sat in the lounge watching television. Seated on the sofa next to me and having removed his socks and shoes, I finally got a look at Russ’ magnificent feet. He asked if I would mind him putting his feet on the couch next to me. Of course, I had no problem with that.

When Russ mentioned that he had been on his feet all morning, I offered to massage Russ’ feet for him. I retrieved foot balm from the bathroom and began rubbing his feet.

Next, Russ then asked if I had a good time the previous evening with a glint in his eyes. Truthfully, Garth had been disappointing, and so I negatively shook my head.

Russ then surprised me, by telling me about a relationship he had with a boy who had lived next door when he was still in school. It had lasted for two years before the guy went to college.

Shocked, I asked about the level of intimacy that they had experienced. Russ told me that they had gone all the way and that the neighbour had loved getting fucked by him. Strangely, both the guys dated and slept with girls while they continued their encounters. Once the neighbour left for college, Russ had fallen into a heterosexual routine. The last he heard; the neighbour had got married, as well as becoming a father. When I asked if he had enjoyed sex with the boy next door, he shrugged and then said that to date; the sex with his neighbour had been the best sex he had ever had.

Laughing he then concluded, “Women are just too full of shit!”

By now, I was massaging up as far as his jeans would allow. After getting up off the sofa, Russ then removed his jeans before resuming his former position on the couch. After a short while, my hands had passed his knees, and I began working on his thighs. After pulling his t-shirt off, he placed two cushions against the armrest and reclined. The bulge in his underpants began to expand obscenely as my hands reached the top of his thighs. There was a horny look in his eyes as he lifted his backside and slipped his underpants off. His cock was huge!

“Why don’t you also get more comfortable?” he asked.  I immediately conformed to his request and pulled my t-shirt and shorts off.

Resuming my position with his legs over my lap, I began to play with his third forearm. “Fuck me, how big is this thing?” I asked.

“A foot long,” he answered.

No longer capable of restraint, I got to my knees next to the couch and zeroed in on his crotch. I first sniffed the fantastic aroma of his genitals as my face danced in his bushy mane. After opening his legs, my tongue caressed his floppy balls as my right hand stroked his flagpole. Ooh’s, and aah’s, dripped lazily from his parted lips. Moving back and forth, I took turns suckling each of his plum-sized balls.

Encouraging Russ to lift his legs further, my lips began moving south towards his pucker. My nose began buzzing around the fuzz surrounding his tight balloon knot before I hungrily began to slurp upon it. Gasping groans of pleasure now replaced his whimpers as he pushed his backside into my face encouraging further incursion. Finally wriggling his hips, he forewarned me of his impending eruption. I hastily moved up and encased his dick-head in my mouth. Moments later, I was savouring the honey that flowed from his knob.

After our session, Russ lifted and pushed my body backward after placing two cushions behind me on the opposite armrest. Opening my legs, he lowered his body onto me and began passionately kissing me.

As he lifted his head a while later, I said, “Your ex must be the dumbest fuckin’ bitch in the world.”

Smiling, he asked, “So, you like me?”

Nodding, I replied, “Big time.”

Moving his torso downward, my cock got encased by the warm embrace of his mouth. Russ was an unbelievable cocksucker, and I groaned as he went to town on my dick. All this excitement was too much for me, and I unloaded within a minute.

After we had regained our composure, Russ suggested we move through to my bedroom. We resumed our oral tussling as he got on top of me. Russ was a sensational kisser and after a long and leisurely necking session, he asked me to turn on my stomach. Russ began kissing and gently licking me all over my back. It was the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced.

Finally, pushing my legs apart he started his anal invasion, stating, “Just tell me when it hurts too much.”

“I don’t care if it kills me, don’t even think of stopping,” I answered. The prodding was very gentle at first, but as the intensity increased, the head of his cock began breaking through the second barrier in my anus. It was disturbingly invigorating as my rectum stretched and moulded to comply. The pain was agonizingly stimulating.

There was also a very slight scratching sensation when his cockhead entered, but the momentary discomfort was soon gone as his cock began its marathon. Nudging inch by inch, he patiently poked and jabbed, opening me up. The monstrous midsection of his dick began to widen my hole as his incessant invasion continued. An overwhelming feeling of fullness began to overcome me. The prodding was very gentle at first, but as the intensity increased, the head of his cock began breaking through the second barrier in my anus. It was disturbingly invigorating as my rectum stretched and moulded to comply as he finally bottomed out, the pain was agonizingly stimulating and I was practically writhing with distressed pleasure. Russ now started a gentle rocking motion as his hips came to life. With his torso supported on straight arms, my backside got taken to a level of satisfaction I had never known before.

With his body closing in on my back, Russ caressed my arms with his huge hands as his dick relentlessly plundered my butt-hole. His rhythm was steady but insistent, and my pleasure escalated by the second. Hoping that this would last a long time, I got rewarded handsomely. Russ took his time, and our fucking continued for another thirty minutes. When he finally erupted into me, I felt like I was visiting the fabled Garden of Eden. After lifting off me after our session, a smile of satisfaction adorned his face as Russ observed the pool of cum I had spewed on my sheets.

Moving back to the lounge, we had a few beers before I got supper underway. After dinner, we watched a movie. When we finally got to bed again, Russ surprised me by asking me to penetrate him. I did my best to replicate his earlier stellar performance and got told I did very well. Exhausted, we were soon asleep.

Most of Sunday got spent in and out of the bedroom. The pleasures of the previous day also got repeated, over and over again. 

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After six months, Russ is still living with me. I am delighted with our relationship and in addition, my tyre dilemmas are now costing me far less.