Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 01

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Danny Giroux-Yeung wasn't looking forward to going to the mechanic's. His mom was the one who was on top of the seemingly endless appointments for both of the family's cars: rotating the tires, changing the oil, replacing the timing belt, or whatever else cars needed in order keep running. But today, she had to stay late at work, so she asked Danny to take the Civic to the shop. When her 22 year-old gay son protested, his mom reminded him that, since Danny drove the Civic more than anyone else at home (how else could he see his friends downtown after school?), he should accept the responsibilities that come with the privilege.

The professional writing undergraduate grumbled as he got into the sedan, his green eyes rolling. He hated going to the auto shop, because he knew nothing about car repairs. In any given situation, he hated feeling incompetent and useless. Also, the few times he did go to the shop with his mom, he found the mechanics a bit rude and rough around the edges. Deep down, though, what he hated most was the fear that they thought he was a sissy.

The winter sun was setting as Danny drove into the empty auto shop parking lot. No cars were in the garage. Aside from Danny's Civic, there was only one other car in the parking lot, in front of the entrance; it was red and customized with shiny wheels and a spoiler. Danny recognized the car from his visits before. Locking his Civic, he walked to the entrance and pulled open the shop door, a sharp buzz signalling his presence.

There was no one at the counter. This was unusual; usually Fred, one of the owners, was there on the phone, on the computer, or shooting the shit with a customer. Danny looked around. The place was cluttered: car parts, accessories, product bottles and metallic cans were everywhere. Walls were filled with posters, some of them glossy images of Italian sports cars, others sectional diagrams of engines and chassis. The boy also noticed that, despite the myriad of stuff all around, everything was organized by type and size, all items categorized and placed in specific sections of the shop. Somewhere, probably from the computer, Top 40 music softly played on tinny speakers.

"Ms. Yeung?" someone called out, as the door that led to the garage opened. Danny met his eyes.

The boy totally forgot about Roberto, the other owner. Roberto the mechanic stud! Danny was sure Roberto, who looked to be in his early thirties, had many female customers drooling all over him. How could they not? The guy was the living embodiment of the garage mechanic fantasy: tall, muscular, closely cropped hair, permanent five o'clock shadow, and square jaw. If Danny wasn't so turned on, he'd find the whole package ridiculous, almost a parody. It was about as ridiculous as the tent that was beginning to form in his jeans.

Roberto Silva had on a white sleeveless undershirt, slightly streaked with black grease and stretched tight around the pecs, and a pair of old, faded jeans. His beefy arms rippled as he lifted the cardboard box he was carrying up onto a nearby shelf, briefly looking away from Danny. The boy looked away too, or his eyes might have bugged out from staring at the thick, bushy pits under the mechanic's arms. As Roberto turned back to the boy, he recognized him as Ms. Yeung's son.

Danny's lips stayed ajar as he watched Roberto wipe his hands on a faded blue rag. The mechanic flashed a grin.

"You're the son. Danny?" They had never exchanged words before. "I'm Roberto. What's up, buddy?"

"Ye..." Danny's throat was dry like the Sahara. He cleared it and started again. "Yes. My mom has to work late tonight, so she sent me to get the car fixed."

"Get the oil changed," Roberto corrected, looking Danny over. The boy was skinny, around 5'5", with fair skin, captivating green eyes and, the mechanic hoped, a tight, perky ass. He wore his dark brown hair with long side-swept bangs and buzzed sides. Roberto knew Ms. Yeung was Chinese, but her son was clearly mixed; the mechanic guessed French, or Italian, or maybe Portuguese, his own kind.

"Yeah, right, that..." Danny nodded, his voice trailing off as Roberto circled the counter and walked right up to him, slowly, with a light swagger. The boy couldn't stifle a shudder. He could smell the cold, toxic grease that clung onto Roberto's stretched undershirt, and the virile musk of dried sweat underneath. The young man crossed his hands in front of his crotch.

"You in school, Danny?" Roberto asked, crossing his arms. If it were anywhere else--the club, the bar, on the street in the gay village--he would've pounced on the shy, delicious little guy already.

"Yes. I'm graduating this year." Danny's eyes moved from the floor, up Roberto's jeans, to the bulging crotch. The mechanic made no effort to hide his.

"Whatcha studying?"

"Writing. Professional writing."

"Oh, like manuals? Maybe you can help me out with some paperwork," Roberto half-jokingly said, pointing to a stack of old binders on a shelf. Danny was impressed that the mechanic knew what he studied.

"Umm...I could try," Danny replied, looking at the mechanic earnestly.

"I'm just messing with you, Danny. I'm sure you have big important projects to do." Roberto grinned. Danny was sure the mechanic could see how badly he was blushing. "Want me to check out your car?" Roberto asked, though it was clear he'd rather be checking out Danny.

The rest of the auto shop visit went quietly. Danny was rapidly developing an intense crush on Roberto, the most intense crush he'd ever had, and that made him clamp his mouth shut for most of the 15 minutes it took for the oil change, for fear of saying something completely embarrassing. He preferred to watch Roberto work, observing light and shadow play on his hairy forearms, his thick neck, and his wide, rippled back.

Roberto, on the other hand, was trying to find out more about the sexy young man, a prey who's been right under his nose for months. He asked Danny to talk about himself, which didn't seem to go over very well as the boy only managed to mention his age, his school, and that he "liked music" before he went silent again. Further questions yielded answers like "pop", "yeah", and shrugs. Undeterred, the mechanic finished the oil change and then suggested to Danny that he should "check the fluids", followed by a quick wink. It got a reaction from the boy: a small chuckle and a big red blush.

Months later, Danny would look back on the night when they officially met and wish he talked more.

"That's a wrap! They say that in Hollywood, don't they?" Roberto asked, letting the Civic's hood slam shut. Danny shrugged, both thankful and disappointed that this ordeal, this intense, overwhelming face-to-face contact with one of the hottest men ever, was over. He stood up from the black plastic chair he was sitting in and reached for his wallet.

"How much is it?"

"30 dollars." As Danny fished out the bills and handed them over, the mechanic grabbed the money and stroked the boy's palm in one motion. Danny gasped quietly.

"You coming next time to get the tires rotated?" Roberto asked.

"...maybe. I have class pretty late some days." In his mind, what Danny wanted to ask was if Roberto will be here next time.

"Well, maybe I'll see you then, " Roberto said, patting his hand on Danny's shoulder, flashing that grin again. "Drive safe, little buddy."

"Thanks. You too," Danny blurted, realizing how stupid that sounded immediately. He got in the car and backed out of the garage, not daring to sneak one more peek at the mechanic stud as he turned and drove off the parking lot.

Roberto was watching Danny the whole time though. He couldn't wait to break the boy out of his shell. He couldn't wait to break him in.

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"I was wondering when you'd call," the melodic voice on the other end of the phone sounded both annoyed and delighted.

"Hey Chad." Roberto was home. He was horny.

"It's almost midnight, Rob."

"I know you're not sleeping. You're probably downloading porn right now." The mechanic started rubbing his half-erect dick through his white briefs.

"Guess which kind?" Roberto could see the smirk in Chad's face.

"Portuguese."

"Have you ever seen Portuguese porn anywhere? I'm looking at two Spaniards flip-flopping."

"Wanna do more than look?"

"Robbie, always right to the point. Listen, I got a big presentation first thing tomorrow..."

"I can come over this time. I'm wearing my jockstrap." The mechanic heard Chad take a quick breath. Then silence.

"...fine. Get here quickly."

Chad was the Director of Operations, Eastern Region for an international clothing conglomerate based in Spain. He was a year younger than Roberto, born and raised in the city, dashingly handsome, always well-coifed, and slightly OCD. He met the mechanic at a gay bar five months ago, where they made eyes at each other while a horrible drag queen did the splits to Ke$ha. Ten minutes later, Chad shared some MDMA with Roberto, and then they fucked in one of the stalls.

"It's been so long, I forgot how yummy you are." Chad was waiting under the covers naked in his condo downtown when Roberto knocked and came in. "How long since last time...three weeks? More than that?" The mechanic didn't answer, just stood in front of Chad's king-sized bed, looked down at the executive, and started stripping down to his red jockstrap. Chad moaned as he was reminded of the mechanic's thick, hard muscles. He flipped the covers away and immediately started jacking off his slim seven incher.

"You missed me?" Roberto asked, pinching his nipples after throwing his clothes away. He slid his hands down his furry abs, down where he reached his burgeoning nine inches under the jock, a slightly right-bending monster. He stared hard at the naked body on the bed, sculpted from regular yoga sessions.

"I missed your fucking cock," Chad hissed, sitting up on the bed to pull Roberto's jockstrap down. He then seized the mechanic's thick, juicy prick with both hands.

They'd agreed early on that it was a no-strings-attached thing. Chad was the longest fuck buddies Roberto ever had; before, he lost interest every time his lovers eventually got emotionally attached. This time, he found an executive who was too busy to entertain a boyfriend. However, Chad had to admit that Roberto would be the ideal candidate for a partner if circumstances were different. If only Roberto didn't just want sex from him...

"Suck it, Chad. Remind me what you got." Chad looked up at the mechanic with raised eyebrows, accepting the challenge. He opened his mouth wide and got seven inches in one gulp, making Roberto moan loudly. Smiling, Chad forced his throat to swallow and inhaled another inch of the stiff cock. "Oh, fuck..."

"You gonna fuck me good tonight, big boy?" Chad said after releasing the dick from his mouth to take a breath, the shaft coated in gooey saliva. He began to jack himself off, then dove back onto Roberto's tasty treasure with tongue flailing.

"I'm gonna make your neighbour complain again," he breathed, shivering from the tight, warm, milking throat around his dick. Chad pistoned his head on the tool like a well-oiled machine. This stud was distant when he wasn't hard, and he didn't like to return calls, Chad thought, but damn it if he couldn't get away with it every time.

For a few minutes, Roberto enjoyed the expert blowjob in relative silence, save a moan or a rude word here and there. As Chad's neck and jaw started getting sore, he opened the nightstand drawer with his free hand and fished around for lube and condom. Giving the mechanic one last popping suck off, he rolled back onto the bed and lifted his legs up and apart, waiting for Roberto to prepare him for the main event.

Looking at Chad's stubbly, toned ass, Roberto suddenly imagined it was Danny's and stood still. He flashed back to the blushing, ducking face, those sparkling green eyes, those hands that crossed in front of the crotch.

"C'mon...you're leaving me hanging here, " Chad exclaimed. Roberto snapped out of it and slipped off his jock, then grabbed the supplies and kneeled on the bed. He swiped at Chad's waiting rosebud with his tongue. It elicited a yelp, encouraging the mechanic to continue the rimming. As he sucked and slurped the executive's well-used sphincter, he closed his eyes and wondered what noises Danny would make if he gave the boy a sloppy rimjob.

"Stretch me out," Chad demanded after a while. Roberto kept rimming and felt around the bed for the lube bottle. Once found, he popped it open and squirted a big dollop on Chad's asshole, quickly rubbing it first around the dark, puckered opening, then into the hole with one finger. "More," Chad said, and Roberto slid in the second finger without resistance. With his other hand, he started stroking the executive's leaking dick.

"Oh GOD, I can't wait till you fucking top me and pound me into the bed," Chad moaned. The mechanic grinned and slid in a third finger, drawing a hiss from the executive. Soon, Chad started actively impaling himself on Roberto's slick digits, moaning and ahhing in increasing volume. Precum dribbled down Roberto's knuckles from the handjob. Seeing that his fuck buddy was ready, the mechanic pulled his fingers out and grabbed a condom. "Ooh yeah, gimme that cock," Chad cooed, as he watched the mechanic roll the latex sheath over his big rigid member.

"I hope you're ready," Roberto warned, kneeling into missionary position over Chad.

"Oh definitely, I'm..SHIT!" The mechanic slammed his dick into the executive, cutting his words short. Roberto grabbed Chad's ankles and began to power-fuck the bottom with short, fast stabs, rocking the bed back and forth. Chad gripped the headboard and pushed back against Roberto's thrusting cock. "Argh, yeah, gimme more!"

The executive tried to crane his neck up to watch the fervent mechanic as he fucked, muscles flexing all over his sinewy arms, chest, and abs. But he felt like his entire body was literally being pounded into the bed by Roberto's burning, hammering tool. "Oh yes, ah yeah!" This dude...this Adonis was worth the wait.

Suddenly, Roberto shifted his body, placing his right foot on the bed beside Chad's shoulder, and leaned forward with his torso. The executive's legs were bent hard. Roberto slammed his erect penis deeper into Chad's swelling hole and resumed impaling the ravished bottom, the new angle stimulating his puffy glans even more.

Chad was in heaven. He was shouting loudly; he didn't care about the neighbours anymore. He didn't want Roberto to stop. Every now and then, the mechanic's dick would push itself against the executive's prostate gland, squeezing a squeal out of him. With the whole world seemingly rocking from an earthquake, Chad reached up and clawed at Roberto's bulging pecs. Roberto's eyes instantly locked onto Chad's.

"Aw fuck! I'm cumming!" Roberto yelled, pushing hard into Chad's rectum and staying there, his eyes wide open and staring down at his dick as the orgasm coursed through his entire body, culminating in thick bursts against the condom.

It took a few minutes for the fuck buddies to catch their breaths. As the sweat on their bodies began to cool, Roberto pulled out of Chad, ripped off the condom and threw it in the waste paper basket at the foot of the bed. He then started opening another condom packet. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

The executive took one more breath and flipped himself over, ready for doggystyle. Round two, just like old times. Roberto hasn't been this randy in a while. He wondered if the mechanic had a third round of cum in him.

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Roberto was done after round two. He came inside of Chad's ass again, then quickly reached around and jerked the executive off. Chad collapsed on the bed soon after, whispering, "That was amazing..."

The room fell quiet as the mechanic put his clothes back on. Chad was quickly dozing off on sheets sprayed with his cum, too fucked to go get a towel from the bathroom to sleep on. Once fully dressed, Roberto looked at a snoring Chad, mumbled, "Goodnight," and let himself out.

Driving on the early-morning highway back home, Roberto realized he did have a third round in him. Once he got back to his apartment, he stripped naked, sat on his bed, then spat and rubbed his spit all over the cockhead. He wondered if Danny masturbated tonight.

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