Chapter 3: Backroom Tour
Shocked, angry, and burning with jealousy, Dylan stormed out of the office without another word. Big Bill cursed under his breath, yanking his work shirt back on as he chased after his son.
“Goddammit, Dylan, wait!” Big Bill yelled, half-dressed and still glistening with sweat as he disappeared out the back door.
Rusty and Coop stood frozen for a moment, staring at the empty hallway. Then sweet little Jack emerged from the office. He had mostly cleaned himself up and looked almost normal again—except for a few streaks of drying cum still matted in his buzzed blond hair that he had clearly missed.
Rusty and Coop looked at each other. The shop was momentarily empty of customers. Coop moved fast, walking over and quietly locking the front door with a soft click. Rusty’s lips curled into a slow, hungry smile as he sidled up to Jack.
“Hey, kid,” Rusty said, voice low and friendly. “Since it’s quiet, how about I give you a proper tour of the work floor? Show you the real shop.”
Jack, still soft and sweet even with cum leaking out his ass, smiled innocently. “That sounds nice. Thank you.”
Rusty and Coop led him through the swinging door into the back end of the shop where the cars were actually worked on—a cavernous space filled with lifts, tool chests, and half-disassembled vehicles. They showed him the workstations and car bays with exaggerated politeness, hiding their growing lust behind professional smiles.
They guided Jack deeper into the back, between two tall tool cabinets where no one from the front could see. Suddenly they had him trapped between them—Rusty in front, Coop behind.
Rusty’s big, calloused hands slid onto Jack’s exposed chest, pulling the shop shirt open wider to reveal the boy’s tender pink nipples. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling hungrily. Jack moaned softly and went weak in the legs, leaning against Rusty’s solid body for support.
Coop’s hand slipped up the leg opening of Jack’s boxer shorts, palming the smooth, round, hand-sized ass. Jack’s thick cock sprang out through the open fly, already hard. Rusty wasted no time. He dropped to his knees and swallowed the entire length in one quick motion, burying his nose in Jack’s smooth groin. Jack watched in awe as his cock slid in and out of that heavily bearded mouth, the mustache hairs dragging along the sensitive shaft with every bob, tickling and teasing.
Coop slid Jack’s boxers down to his ankles. Rusty helped tug them past the rock-hard cock sticking straight out. Coop knelt behind Jack, spread his firm cheeks wide, and buried his face between them. His tongue found the tiny pink hole and licked eagerly. He tasted the bitter, thick remnants of Big Bill’s sperm still inside. Coop slid a finger in and scooped out several large globs of cum that slid down the back of Jack’s smooth round balls and splatted wetly onto the concrete floor.
Coop dug his tongue in deeper, spreading Jack’s cheeks wide with both hands and burying his face between them. His tongue worked hungrily, licking broad and wet over Jack’s hole before pushing inside, fucking into that velvety heat with long, greedy strokes. Jack could feel every movement — the rough scratch of Coop’s stubble against his sensitive skin, the hot, insistent press of his tongue stretching him open from the inside.
At the same time, Rusty’s bearded mouth was wrapped tight around Jack’s cock. The older man sucked him slow and deep, his thick red beard brushing against Jack’s balls and thighs with every downward bob. Rusty’s tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, catching the steady flow of precum while his mustache dragged wetly along Jack’s shaft.
The combination was too much.
Jack’s whole body went tight. His thighs trembled hard as the dual sensations crashed over him — Coop’s tongue buried deep in his ass and Rusty’s hot, bearded mouth working his cock with steady, hungry suction. A broken moan tore out of him as his orgasm hit like a punch. His cock jerked violently between Rusty’s lips, pulsing hard as thick, powerful jets of cum erupted straight into the older man’s mouth.
Rusty didn’t pull off. He kept sucking, swallowing what he could while the rest spilled out around Jack’s cock, splattering across his tongue, lips, and thick beard. Some of it caught in his mustache, dripping down in messy white streaks as Jack kept shooting, his hips twitching helplessly with every pulse.
Jack’s legs shook so badly he had to grab onto Rusty’s shoulders to stay upright, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the last weak spurts dribbled onto the older man’s cum-smeared beard.
Coop stood up and shoved his pants down in one rough motion. He grabbed Jack by the hips, bent him forward, and lined up. With a low grunt, he sank his long, thin cock straight into Jack’s sloppy, cum-filled hole in one smooth thrust. Jack moaned as Coop’s cock slid in easily, the previous loads making everything wet and filthy.
Rusty gave Jack’s spent cock one last squeeze, licking the final drops from the tip before standing up. He kicked his pants off and stepped in front of Jack, his thick, club-like cock already hard again. He didn’t ask — just gripped the back of Jack’s head and pushed past his lips. Jack opened up willingly, taking him deep as Rusty’s heavy shaft filled his mouth.
Over Jack’s bent back, Coop and Rusty looked at each other and grinned. Without a word, they raised their hands and double high-fived above him, the sharp slap of skin on skin loud in the room. Then they started fucking him in earnest.
Coop drove into Jack’s ass with quick, snapping thrusts, his hips slapping wetly against Jack’s cum-smeared cheeks while Rusty used his mouth with slow, deep strokes. Jack was caught between them, moaning helplessly around Rusty’s thick cock as Coop’s thinner shaft worked in and out of his well-used hole. Spit and cum dripped from Jack’s chin as Rusty fucked his throat, while more of the previous loads leaked out around Coop’s cock with every thrust.
It didn’t take long.
Coop came first. He slammed in deep and stayed there, groaning as he pumped a heavy load into Jack’s guts. Jack could feel every pulse of it — thick and hot, adding to the mess already inside him. Coop gave a few lazy rolls of his hips, milking out the last of it before finally pulling out with a wet sound.
Rusty wasn’t far behind. He gripped Jack’s hair tighter and pushed in until his cock was buried in Jack’s throat. With a low, satisfied grunt, he unloaded straight down Jack’s throat in thick, heavy spurts. Jack swallowed as best he could, but some of it still spilled out around Rusty’s shaft. When Rusty finally pulled back, a thin, glistening strand of cum connected the head of his cock to Jack’s swollen pink lips for a moment before it broke and dripped down Jack’s chin.
They lifted Jack effortlessly into the air --- his arms hooked around their shoulders, knees draped over their elbows. Coop slid his thin cock back into the cum-slick hole, followed quickly by Rusty’s thicker one. They bounced the small blond up and down their mashed-together shafts, Jack’s big balls swinging heavily with every thrust.
After a few minutes they lifted him off, laid him on a nearby workbench, ripped off his boots, and sniffed his delicately musky socks before licking his surprisingly soft feet and sucking on his pretty toes. Coop then straddled Jack’s face and sat down, the musk making it very clear he hadn’t showered in days. Rusty lowered his own red-hair-tinged hole onto Jack’s still-upright cock and started riding it, facing Coop. The two mechanics stared at each other and grinned broadly as each man’s sweaty, hairy ass was pleasured by Jack. They leaned forward and shared one long, gentle kiss while they ground away, holding hands as they drew back. Coop could taste Jack’s sperm on Rusty’s lips and wiry mustache.
Now it was Rusty’s turn.
He climbed off Jack’s cock and grabbed the boy by the backs of his knees, folding him nearly in half as he pushed his legs high into the air. Jack’s small body bent easily under Rusty’s hands, his ass lifted and presented. Rusty’s thick, red-haired cock — still slick with cum — slid into Jack’s well-used hole with a wet, filthy sound. The older man sank in deep with one long thrust, groaning as Jack’s stretched hole swallowed him to the root.
Then he started fucking him.
Rusty drove into him with hard, powerful strokes, his heavy balls slapping loudly against Jack’s upturned ass with every thrust. The position was brutal and intimate — Jack folded so tightly that every stroke punched deep into his guts, his hole stretched wide around Rusty’s thick shaft. Jack moaned softly beneath him, his voice shaky and overwhelmed. His small body rocked with every impact, his legs trembling where Rusty held them pinned back. He could feel everything: the heavy drag of Rusty’s cock on every pull, the deep, aching fullness when he slammed back in, and the wet, obscene sound of Rusty’s cock stirring up the loads already inside him.
Rusty fucked him with a steady, brutal rhythm, using Jack’s body like he had all the time in the world. His breathing grew heavier, his thrusts getting shorter and harder as he chased his orgasm. Jack could only take it, moaning helplessly as he was folded and fucked, his own cock twitching uselessly against his stomach.
Finally, Rusty buried himself to the hilt and stayed there. A low, guttural grunt escaped him as he came, his cock pulsing thick and heavy inside Jack’s guts. Jack could feel every spurt — hot, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into him, adding to the mess already there. Rusty’s hips jerked a few more times as he emptied his balls completely, grinding in deep until the last of it was inside.
When he finally pulled out, both mechanics moved up to Jack’s head without a word. They knelt on either end of the workbench, their hard cocks hovering just above Jack’s flushed, cum-streaked face. Jack looked up at them with glassy eyes, lips already parted. He didn’t need to be told what to do.
He opened his mouth obediently as they fed him their cocks at the same time. The stretch was intense — his lips pulled wide around both shafts as Coop and Rusty pushed in together. Jack moaned softly around the dual intrusion, his jaw straining as he tried to accommodate them both. He reached up with both hands and cupped their heavy, furry balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in his palms while his tongue worked between the two heads in his mouth.
Coop came first.
With a deep, satisfied groan, he pushed forward and unloaded straight into Jack’s open mouth. Thick, hot jets of cum pulsed across Jack’s tongue in heavy spurts. Rusty wasn’t far behind — barely a few seconds later, he added his own thick load with a low grunt. Jack’s mouth quickly overflowed. Cum spilled out over his stretched lips in messy white streams, running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin onto the workbench beneath him.
Both men kept stroking, milking out every last drop. More cum splattered onto Jack’s tongue and across his face as they rubbed their cocks against his lips and cheeks. Jack swallowed what he could, but most of it leaked out around their shafts, coating his mouth and dripping in thick trails down the sides of his face. By the time they were finished, Jack’s lips, chin, and cheeks were a complete mess — shiny with spit and cum, his mouth still slightly open as he panted beneath them.
That was the exact moment Big Bill burst into the back of the shop, yelling, “What the hell are you two doing locking the front door during business hours?”
He rounded the corner and stopped dead.
There was little Jack laid out on his back on the workbench, cum still leaking from his gaping hole, while Rusty and Coop’s spent cocks dribbled the last remaining drops of sperm onto the boy’s outstretched tongue.
Big Bill stared for a second, then let out a deep, rumbling laugh.
“Well, damn,” he said, shaking his head with amusement. “Looks like the new kid is already making friends with the staff.”
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