6 comments/ 41247 views/ 45 favorites Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 01 By: ChicosTodos © 2012 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to read material containing sexual activity between male adults, please refrain from reading any further. ----- 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. ----- "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. ----- 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. ----- Hope you enjoyed. Part 2 is coming soon. Comments are welcomed at chicostodos@gmail.com. Please be nice! Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 02 © 2012 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to read material containing sexual activity between male adults, please refrain from reading any further. ----- Danny woke up in the Saturday afternoon and groaned. He was having yet another amazing dream featuring the mechanic stud. They were in the auto shop, alone, talking about metallic colours, while eating from a fruit platter placed on the hood of Roberto's red car. Then Danny turned to look at Roberto. He was naked and hard. He pushed the platter off the hood and slammed Danny down onto it. With his hand digging inside the boy's white briefs, the mechanic hovered over Danny and sucked on the piece of cantaloupe in the boy's mouth. Danny gasped and came. And then he woke up alone in his bed, warm jizz spreading beneath his underwear. He buried his face in his blanket and wished he could go back to the wet dream. Right after he got back from the oil change three weeks ago, Danny asked his mom when the tires needed to get rotated. "January 30, a month from now. Are you worried I'll send you again?" "No, mom. Actually, I..." "Danny, I should be free to take the Civic myself. Don't worry, okay?" "Mom, it's not that. I was gonna say, I wouldn't mind going for you again." Ms. Yeung stopped looking at the hydro bill and stared at Danny. "But, you hate the mechanic's." Danny walked past his mom and went to the fridge. "Well, actually...it's not so bad." Ms. Yeung's eyes followed his son and narrowed. She knew something was up. "Who was there at the shop?" "Huh?" Danny continued to avoid his mother's stare and grabbed the chocolate milk. Suddenly, Ms. Yeung's eyebrows shot up. "Roberto was there, wasn't he??" "Yeah, so?" Danny stared hard at the pouring liquid. "Oh, Danny, my son..." She walked up to Danny and tried to wrap her hands around his cheeks, but her son frowned and slipped away. "What did he do?" "Argh, mom, nothing happened!" It was too late. As Danny made a hasty retreat upstairs to his room, his mom began her tirade against handsome, suave heartbreakers, whom she'd met her share of back in her younger days. That was three weeks ago. Yesterday, over supper, her mother made it clear that if Danny wanted to go to the mechanic's again, it would be under his mother's hawk-eyed watch. His father looked up from his iPad and wondered what was going on. The boy was certain that however lame he could make himself appear, his mom would only make things about ten times worse. So, he reluctantly decided not to go back to see Roberto. The wet dreams only got more intense after that, like the one from last night. They were always in the auto shop. After Danny showered the night sweat and the jizz off of his slender, smooth body, he went back to his bedroom, turned on his laptop, and continued working on his long document assignment in his tighty whities. A few minutes later, while editing the pages he'd written, his cell phone played a Kylie song. It was Richie, his best friend. "Hi Danny! Did I wake you?" he asked sarcastically. "Richie, it's three in the afternoon." "I'm doing great, thanks for asking." "How was last night?" "Oh, the same: the guys I was interested in didn't give a crap, and the other guys were all slimy-sleazy on me and I was like, 'Ew', One of them had to have been in his 30s...like, sorry, I'm not looking for a daddy." "Are you so sure?" Danny remembered all the times in the gay clubs when older guys thought Richie and he were gay twins, Richie the blond, Danny the brunette. It usually got them a couple of free drinks, lots of groping, and eye-rolling proposals fit for a porn shoot. "Well, if you're gonna be old, be hot at least." "30 isn't that old..." Danny muttered. Richie chuckled at Danny's comment. "Not when you're Roberto, apparently!" Richie had been absolutely thrilled to hear about his best friend's meeting with the mechanic stud. "So, when's the followup?" "There is no followup. My life is over." Danny flopped back onto his bed. "Oh, now what? You haven't spilt a drink or tripped in front of him yet." "No, smartass. My mom insists on tagging along to the shop next time. I'd rather die than have her grill Roberto or extol my virginal piousness...or both. I'd rather just not go." "But, Danny!!! C'mon!! You know you're never gonna find someone like him again." "No, probably never..." he sighed. "But it's all over now...thanks mom, for ruining my life." "Well, as much as I want to tell you to fight for love, I'd probably feel the same way about fighting for love against your mother." "...Richie, take me out tonight." He got up, closed his laptop, and opened his wardrobe. "Am I hearing this right?? You, who swore he'd never step foot in a club again?" "Bitch is hungry and wants to get fed!" Danny exclaimed. Richie burst out laughing. ----- It was a little after 11pm when Danny and Richie stepped into their favourite gay club. While waiting in line at coat check, Danny noticed that Richie kept staring at someone further ahead in the lineup. "Who's the stud?" Danny asked. "He's probably too old for you, " Richie replied. Danny snorted. "Oh, bitch please! Too old for me, but not for you??" They both pre-drank in Danny's Civic, parked a block away, before coming here. Danny turned and tried to see whom Richie was looking at. "He's gone. He's with a guy anyway; Chad, I think. He knows everyone." The twosome paid for coat check and then went straight to the bar. 20 minutes later, the dance floor was packed and a round of cheers erupted when the DJ put on Britney. Danny and Richie were a bit tipsy and wiggled their asses off. The two were leaning into each other's ear to share a joke, when Richie suddenly stepped back and froze. Before Danny knew what was going on, he felt a pair of hands around his hips. Then a voice spoke right next to his ear. "I didn't know you could shake your ass like that, Danny." Danny knew at once it was Roberto. He stared at Richie, whose jumping eyebrows told him the mechanic was the guy he was checking out in coat check. Meanwhile, his jaw-on-the-floor expression told Danny exactly what his best friend thought of Roberto. "Who's your friend?" Roberto asked Danny. He kissed the boy on the neck, below his ear, and Danny shuddered. "...that's Richie, my best bud." "I should go say hi then." Roberto gave Danny's ass a quick squeeze and pat, then walked up to Richie with arms open. He pulled a still-stunned Richie into a friendly hug, while Danny stood still as a stone and watched. Roberto had on a fitted black dress shirt, grey slacks, and shiny leather shoes. From the back, he was almost unrecognizable from the sweaty, rough-looking mechanic he met three weeks ago. Danny began to wonder if he was in one of his wet dreams. Danny vaguely registered Roberto's offer of drinks at the bar, and Richie's beaming smile at his best friend. Meanwhile, Richie, who was sipping on the vodka and cranberry that the mechanic bought for him, clearly saw the effect Roberto had on Danny. "Washroom," Richie said, winking. He walked off with his drink in his hand. Danny took a breath. "I can't believe you're here," the boy said, looking up at the mechanic, who was almost a foot taller than him. Roberto grinned and Danny was sure that he just melted into a puddle. In one big gulp, the boy finished his drink. Roberto moved closer and rested his hands on Danny's hips. "I never thought I'd see you again," the boy continued. "Why's that?" Roberto asked, a look of slight confusion on his freshly shaven face. "Because it's not meant to be," Danny blurted. Then he felt like a dumbass. "Whoa, easy there," Roberto said, chuckling. He lifted Danny's chin up so they were eye-to-eye. Leaning down, he started to kiss Danny. Watching at a distance, Richie hollered as they shared their first kiss. Danny's eyes were closed as the mechanic's tongue probed all around his mouth. Roberto sucked Danny's bottom lip and pressed his body against the enraptured boy. The boy knew the cologne he smelled on the mechanic would forever be burned into his memory. When the kiss ended, Danny opened his eyes. "Was that okay?" Danny asked instantly. "That was great," Roberto replied, moving in for another kiss. This time, his hands moved all over Danny, groping, stroking every body part he could reach. Danny felt the mechanic's hands reach up under his neon graphic tank top. He quickly broke the kiss. "Where's Richie?" he asked Roberto. The mechanic shrugged, his mind focused on one thing only: getting Danny naked. He knew he had to move slowly with this boy; he was obviously an anal virgin, maybe even an oral virgin. He would have to spend some time making Danny comfortable around him. As long as the boy kept blushing and checking him out when he thought the mechanic wasn't looking, Roberto thought, he'd actually enjoy the process. Danny's eyes scanned across the club. "There, by the tables," Danny said, looking back at Roberto, pointing in Richie's direction. The boy's cute best friend was being talked up by a guy with a blond mohawk. "You happy now?" Roberto asked with a smirk. "Let's dance!" Danny exclaimed. He grabbed Roberto's big, calloused hands and pulled him onto the crowded dance floor. Roberto laughed and held Danny tight as they gyrated to the latest Calvin Harris production. Meanwhile, at the bar, a group of people raised shot glasses and clinked them together. "Happy birthday, Chad!" they all shouted, then downed the tequila shot. Slamming the shot glass down on the counter, Chad's eyes locked back to the mechanic: the mechanic whom he had birthday sex with two hours ago, the same mechanic who was now grinding up against a pretty little twink in a bright, tiny tank top. Chad ordered another shot. ----- "I had a great time," Danny said to Roberto after he got his coat back. "Me too." Roberto said as they walked up the stairs to the exit. He noticed Danny's hand was gripping the railing tightly as he took each step. "Where's Richie?" "He went home with that guy. Slut." "Nothing wrong with having a good time," Roberto said, looking at Danny. The boy tripped. As Roberto quickly helped him out, Danny thought that, now, for sure, his life was over. "I'm okay, I'm okay," he said, pushing Roberto away. The mechanic smiled and opened the exit door. They were greeted by frigid wind. For a moment, as other clubbers poured out of the club in packs, they stood wordlessly looking at each other under the streetlights. There was no doubt in Danny's mind that Roberto was the hottest guy in the club tonight. Everyone, guys and girls, was checking him out. A part of Danny still believed that the entire night was a dream. "Why don't I call a cab?" Roberto asked, grabbing his cell phone. "For both of us." He came downtown with Chad in a white limo; that was the executive's style. "No, I drove downtown," Danny answered. "I can drive you home," he offered, hopeful. "You're not driving anybody home," Roberto said, placing his hands on Danny's shoulders. "I'm fine, Roberto. I do this all the time..." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Where are your keys?" Robert asked, holding out his hand. Sheepishly, after a few seconds, Danny turned them over. "Thanks, Danny. Where's your car?" The boy pointed to the west and they started walking that way. Roberto reached over and wrapped his arm around Danny's shoulder. "I think Richie saw you in coat check with somebody," Danny said, looking up at Roberto. The mechanic quickly turned his face away. "Yeah, my friend. It was his birthday." "But you spent all night with me," Danny said, frowning. "He had a lot of people there to celebrate with him." Roberto turned back to Danny. "I had more fun with you, anyway." That made the boy go back to blushing mode. "You look really good tonight," Danny said, looking down at the sidewalk. Roberto was liking this tipsy, more forthright Danny. "Do you think I'm good-looking, Danny?" At this, Danny looked at the mechanic and rolled his eyes. "You're the hottest man I've ever met," the boy said, staring at Roberto. "Thanks, Danny. I appreciate that." Soon they were standing beside Danny's Civic. Roberto unlocked the driver's door. Once inside, the mechanic slid the driver's seat all the way back and adjusted the steering wheel. When he got comfortable, he inserted the key into the ignition. "Ready to go, sexy?" he asked Danny. The boy chuckled. "I'm not sexy. Cute, maybe, but I'm not sexy." "Danny, look at me," Roberto said. When the boy turned his head, Roberto leaned over and kissed him hard, running his hands through Danny's soft brown hair. As he broke the kiss, he whispered, "You're fucking sexy." "Yessir," Danny breathed. Roberto smiled and got back into the driver's seat, starting the car. For a while, they drove in silence. Then Roberto turned on the stereo, which was connected to Danny's iPod. "Do you like Rihanna?" Danny said, grabbing the mp3 player. "Sure," Roberto replied. He didn't really, but it was Danny's car and he respected that. "So...did you have to work today?" "Yeah. I'm off on Sundays or Mondays usually." "How was work?" "It was all right. I took off earlier cos it was Chad's birthday." "Was Fred there?" "Someone's chatty tonight," Roberto joked. "Well, you asked all about me, so now it's my turn." "Okay. What do you wanna know?" Robert asked, grinning. "What's your family like?" "Well, my mom and dad moved back to Portugal after they retired early. They run a hotel back in our hometown. I talk to them every week. I have a sister, Vicky; she's married with kids." "Do you wanna get married?" The mechanic was silent. "...I dunno," Roberto said after a while. "Do you...do you have a boyfriend?" Danny stared at Roberto, holding his breath. "You think I'd be kissing and touching you all night if I had a boyfriend?" Roberto asked, amused. "It wouldn't be the first time," Danny muttered. There was a pause. "I'm single," Roberto finally replied. "So am I," Danny quickly followed. Roberto laughed. The rest of the drive home was quiet, save the dance-pop playing through the stereo. There were a million things Danny wanted to ask Roberto, but he was convinced every question he thought of would just sound creepy or presumptuous. Danny directed Roberto to the highway off-ramp and the street turns that led to his house. As they got closer to the destination, the boy dreaded the end of this incredible night. "Nice house, Danny," Roberto said, easing the Civic to a stop in front of Danny's home. 'Thanks," Danny said, unbuckling his seat belt. "Wait, how are you gonna get home?" he asked, turning to Roberto. "I'll call a cab," Robert answered, shutting off the engine. He took out his cell phone and started dialing. After he finished the call, he looked at Danny with a dark, brooding stare. The boy instantly blushed and looked down. "I had a really good time tonight," Danny said. He wanted to say more, but the mechanic was already all over him, kissing his lips and sucking his tongue. "You're so fucking sexy, Danny..." Roberto unzipped the boy's puffy winter jacket and slid his hands under Danny's flimsy tank top. The boy gasped and broke the kiss. This was already better than his dreams. Roberto went for Danny's exposed neck and started sucking on it hard, driving the boy wild with hypersensitive sensation. The mechanic's dexterous fingers found Danny's pink, perky nipples and pinched hard. "Oh fuck! Omigod yes!" Danny screamed. Roberto grinned and pinched again; the boy sounded so hot when he cursed. His barbarous mouth moved down Danny's neck, to the top of his pale, hairless chest. He resisted the urge to just rip apart the tank top. If he only knew that Danny wouldn't have cared. He didn't care if Roberto decided to render him completely naked at this point; the object of his fantasies was right there, on top of him, devouring him with his mouth, owning him with his hands. Roberto lifted Danny's tank top up, savouring the view of a hairless, flat tummy and a trim waist, then dove in and bit down on the boy's right nipple. Danny screamed again. "You like that, Danny?" he asked in between hungry swipes and bites on Danny's chest. He loved the boy's silky smooth skin and wanted to taste every inch of it. "I've fantasized about this...since we met," Danny breathed. Roberto stopped his assault on Danny's body; he realized with delight that they both wanted this equally badly. In the next instant, Danny surprised Roberto by jumping up and pushing the older man back into the driver's seat. His shaking fingers started unbuttoning the mechanic's black dress shirt. "Fuck yeah, Danny, do it.." Roberto whispered, the ecstasy of anticipation coursing through his groin. The boy, now on top, undid the last button and threw the black fabric apart. What he saw was even more arousing than the feverish images in his head late at night. Roberto's chest was very broad, with firm, bulging, sharply sculpted pecs, and slightly visible veins running across them. Looking harder, he could make out the stubble all over his upper body. Danny's eyes then took in the fat, dark nipples, each with a protruding nub that begged to be licked. So lick he did. That made Roberto throw his hand back against the headrest. He didn't expect Danny to be so assertive. The boy slid his hands down Roberto's torso, feeling his rippling obliques and hard, washboard abs that were also stubbly. He purred as he felt the mechanic's stomach flex and relax, excited from Danny's insistent tongue and lips. "Bite them," Roberto said. Danny moved to the left nipple and bit down, making the mechanic jump off the seat. "Yeah, just like that!" "Oh god, your body's so hot..." Danny drooled and sucked on the nipple, his fingers clawing at Roberto's ridged midsection. The mechanic was overwhelmed. He'd had lots of sexual partners who went crazy over his sinewy body, a body maintained through no-nonsense discipline, constant research into new workout routines, and one cheat day a week. But something was different about Danny's fervour. Maybe it was the 180-degree switch in demeanor between the Danny he met and the Danny attacking his nipples right now. Or maybe it was this chemistry that was there since the first meeting, when even during the moments of silence, Roberto felt at ease around the boy. The mechanic felt Danny's hands starting to unbutton his grey slacks. He stared up at the boy, whose sparkling green eyes looked right back at the mechanic, hooded with fiery lust. There was a loud zip, and then the mechanic felt his slacks being pulled down. "Omigod," Danny whispered. This was the biggest dick Danny had ever seen. The black briefs that Roberto wore couldn't even fully contain the hard cock, packed to the right. Droopy, shaved ball sacs hung exposed between sturdy thighs. Danny blinked once more, then took off the briefs with one hard yank. Roberto's erect cock slapped up against his eight-pack. Danny became conscious of the shivering that shook through his entire body, not from the winter cold but from desire, aching desire. He met Roberto's eyes. Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 02 Slowly, his hands travelled up the mechanic's muscled legs, converging on the veiny, engorged, pulsing dick. He shifted his eyes to it. The mushroom head bulged beneath a layer of retracting foreskin, a drop of precum spouting from the slit. Danny took a breath, then pulled the foreskin down, stretched his jaw, and slid his mouth down the shaft. "YEAH!" Roberto yelled, grabbing the back of Danny's head. He pumped his dick deep into the boy's starving mouth, eliciting a gag. The mechanic let go as Danny came back up for air. "Sorry," they both said. They shared an awkward pause, then Danny went back to the dick, slower this time. "Yeah, baby, take your time," Roberto cooed as Danny held the shaft with one hand and played with the mechanic's balls with the other. His lips wrapped around the glans and he licked at it like his favourite ice cream cone. Judging from the mechanic's sighs, Danny was doing things right. Though this wasn't the first blowjob Danny has given, it had been eight months since the last one. Precum continued to ooze out and the boy was only too happy to lick it up and taste it. It was salty and bitter; Danny liked it that way. He started jacking off the shaft while continuing to lap at the cockhead with his tongue. "Just like that, yeah..." the mechanic moaned. Danny looked up at Roberto's face; his eyes were clenched shut, his brows furrowed. He reached up to the mechanic's right nipple and pinched. Instantly, Roberto opened his eyes, inhaled deeply, then bit his lower lip, watching the boy work his dick. Danny decided to take more of Roberto's cock in his mouth and plunged down, earning the boy a throaty growl. At about four inches deep, Danny stopped. He then started bobbing his head up and down, his hand around the shaft following the same rhythm. After another minute or so of slurps and groans, Roberto gripped Danny's head again. "You wanna make me cum in your car?" Roberto hissed. It was then that Danny realized what he was doing: he was sucking someone off in one of the family cars, parked right in front of his family home. At once he felt dirty...and more aroused. "You're gonna make me cum soon..." Roberto's admission made Danny suck harder. The older man grunted and began thrusting up the boy's throat. Danny gagged slightly but didn't stop, his mind focused on one goal. One hand gripped the mechanic's flexing abs, while the other jerked off the shaft in a frenzy. Soon, the mechanic couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm cumming, Danny! OOHH!" Roberto yelled. A jet of hot cum shot and hit the back of Danny's throat, followed by another. The boy backed off on the shaft and sucked around the crown while the mechanic's dick sprayed round after round of fresh semen into Danny's mouth, painting his tongue and palate with gooey, sticky juice. Roberto's body sputtered erratically as Danny's lips stayed locked around the glans; he swallowed as quickly as he could. His tongue started flicking around the cockhead, making Roberto lose his mind. Danny wished the cum would never end, but eventually, the bursts of semen slowed to a trickle, and the rigid shaft deflated to a flaccid member. Still Danny sucked, swallowed, and licked; Roberto was now wincing from agony. "Danny, baby, sensitive!" Roberto whimpered. Danny moaned and kept sucking. Finally, the mechanic gripped Danny's head of hair and pulled him away from his crotch. Danny's eyes were still glazed over with lust, staring at the limp dick. A droplet of the mechanic's cum slid down his chin. Roberto's head fell back onto the headrest, a layer of sweat glistening on his exposed, heaving torso. As Danny's mind began to slow down and process what he'd just done in his car, a wave of dread began to swirl in his stomach. Just then, a car horn blared right beside them and they both jumped. It was the cab. Without another word, Danny pushed open the passenger door and dashed towards his house. "Wait, Danny! Your key!" Roberto yelled, pulling it out of the ignition. Danny didn't stop; he shoved the front door open, then slammed it shut behind him. ----- Hope you enjoyed! Part 3 is coming soon. If you have any comments or feedback to give, I'd love to hear them via the CONTACT tab on my profile. Please be nice! Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 03 © 2012 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to read material containing sexual activity between male adults, please refrain from reading any further. ----- Things were extremely busy at the auto shop on this snowing Monday evening. There were the drop-in customers new to the neighbourhood, having just moved into the crop of freshly-built townhouses all over the suburb. There were the regulars who delayed switching to winter tires until the first snow storm, which came yesterday. And then there were all the cars with dented bumpers and doors, due to that very same force of nature. All of this was great for business, of course, which was the way Fred the office manager saw it, but bad for fatigue and sanity, the way Roberto the head technician saw it. He was so tired from the seemingly endless lists of clients and tasks, and from overseeing the four other mechanics, that he contemplated skipping the gym tomorrow morning to sleep in an extra hour. The mechanic had just finished spending three painstaking hours hammering out a series of dents on the bumper of a Mercedes sedan, and was stretching out his tight shoulders, when Fred walked into the garage. "Buddy, Ms. Yeung is here." Roberto dropped his arms and spun around to face his business partner. "Shit, it's six-thirty already??" "Yeah, and we're running behind..." "Yeah, Fred, I know..." Roberto turned back to the Mercedes and got ready to drive it back out to Mrs. Milhouse. "Uh, Rob?" "What?" He pulled open the driver's door. "She wants to talk to you," Fred said. Roberto paused. He'd sort of prepared for this possibility, after all that had happened between him and Danny over a week ago. He knew there were several ways this could play out, depending on how much Danny told his mother. Walking up to the front desk, the mechanic saw a wary-looking Ms. Yeung standing by herself. Around her, the waiting room was filled with people hoping for a drop-in appointment. Fred and another employee fielded questions in person and on the phone. "Hi, Ms. Yeung. You wanted to talk?" "Yes. Can we go outside?" "Sure." Ms. Yeung turned and opened the front door. They walked outside and rounded the corner to the side of the building. "Roberto, you know I trust you with my car. You're a hardworking, smart guy. You know I've referred your shop to all my friends," Ms. Yeung said calmly. "Yes, thank you." "But, I don't know if I can trust you around my son." The mother's stare was unyielding. "You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Yeung. We're just buds." Roberto shuffled his feet. "My son is still a boy. He'll deny it all he wants, but he hasn't seen very much yet. I can't have you..." Ms. Yeung hesitated. Finally, she asked, "What do you want with my son?" "Like I said, Ms. Yeung, we're just friends. Danny's a cool guy..." Ms. Yeung took a deep breath before Roberto finished. "...and we just want to get to know each other." There was a pause. Then, Danny's mother let it out. "I've seen how those women look at you, Roberto. They come into the shop and they should be ashamed. Married women, and they come in with no bras, and their helium voices...and what do you do?" Dramatic pause. "You smile and play the game." Ms. Yeung shook her head. "Danny isn't one of them, Roberto. You can't play him." "Look, Ms. Yeung, I dunno what you're talking about, but with all due respect, Danny's a young man and he can make his own decisions," he said, starting to walk away. "Is your car out in the front?" he asked, not turning his back. She didn't answer, just followed him to the parking lot at the front of the shop. When the mechanic saw the sky blue Civic, he took out the key, Danny's key. The key the boy left behind after giving him one of the best blowjobs he'd ever gotten. "Where did you get that key??" Ms. Yeung demanded. Roberto closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. ----- "Yes, Roberto, fuck me hard..." Danny pressed the buzzing vibrator onto his anus. With his other hand, he jacked off his five-incher furiously. "Make me your bitch, Roberto..." He fantasized that the mechanic had him pinned down on the back seat of his Civic, his face pressed against the cloth fabric. The massive nine-inch cock he saw, and touched, and tasted over a week ago was now drilling into him like a machine, with strokes long and deep. He was getting fucked in his family car. How disrespectful...how maddeningly erotic. Although his face down, ass up position on the bed would say otherwise, Danny was an anal virgin. Rubbing his cherry red vibrator around his hole was the most action he ever got in the back. That was because a year ago, after he'd heard about his gay friends' hookup stories, he was afraid of the pain of bottoming. But, also, he'd been waiting for the right guy to do it with. And now, now that it seemed like Danny had found the right guy, he started entertaining the idea of going all the way. "Yes, fuck me hard, Roberto! Make me beg for your cum!" Danny whined. With a firm touch, he guided the vibrator all over his hairless perineum and balls, while he brought his other hand to his mouth and spat in it. Reaching down to his turgid dick, he closed his lubricated fist around the shaft and stroked hard. In the filthy scene he was constructing in his head, the mechanic's sweaty, pungent, heavy body was crushing him from above, while his dripping monster cock pistoned deep inside his rectum. The boy was getting close. "ROBERTO!!" he screamed as he stabbed the vibrator into his asshole. Hot ropes of cum shot out of his piss slit and splashed on the white towel he'd laid over the bed. He flashed back to his cum tasting session in the Civic, how he just kept sucking and licking even when Roberto went soft. Suddenly, the scene flipped: he imagined the mechanic doing it to him instead, sucking him dry even when he begged for mercy... That made Danny cum a second time, the orgasm so hard his knees buckled, bringing his lifted pelvis down onto the towel-covered bed. His dick and stomach were smushed with cooling cum. With two fingers, the boy reached down and dipped into the pool of semen soaking into the white towel. He brought his fingertips to his lips. Slowly, he inserted his digits into his mouth. Roberto tasted saltier than him. "Danny!" It was his mother. "What??" Danny yelled back, annoyed. He quickly got up and tried to clean himself. "Come downstairs. I need to talk to you." The boy wondered what all the fuss was about. As he pulled his pajama pants up around his perky, hairless butt, it hit him: "She talked with Roberto!" He totally forgot today was when the Civic's tires were scheduled for rotation. Flustered, he felt like he was going to be judged for the sinful actions he did in the car that night. "Can you explain to me how the mechanic got your key?" his mother asked once he entered the kitchen. She stood with one hand on her hip, the car key on the kitchen table. Danny prepared to recite the story he'd rehearsed. "Remember I told you I got really drunk partying with Richie a week ago? Well, we ran into Roberto downtown, and he offered to drive me home because he didn't think it was safe for me to drive. Then when we pulled up to the house, I started getting sick so I just rushed out the car and came in and threw up in the toilet. And then, and then I just felt so sick that I just went upstairs and passed out." Finishing the story, Danny forced himself to look at his mother straight in the eye. She didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that her son's story matched Roberto's almost exactly, down to Danny feeling sick and running into the house, forgetting his key in the process. "So why did you lie to me? You told me you lost your key that night!" "Because I didn't want to go through this, mom! I knew you'd think Roberto did something bad to me..." He sat down at a kitchen chair and hung his head. Whew! His mother seemed to have bought it. "Danny, he's not good for you. I don't mind you dating another boy..." "I'm not a boy!" "I don't mind you dating, Danny, but not Roberto. He's a player, a seducer..." "How do you know??" her son asked, exasperated. "I know! I just know, Danny. I know men like him, and I don't want you near men like him. Do you hear me?" His mother stood right in front of him. Danny looked away. "Do you hear me?" "Fine, mom, whatever, ruin my life," Danny muttered, getting up. "Stay away from him, Danny. I will find another mechanic if I must. I will speak ill of him to all my friends," his mother threatened. Her son knew there was no point in arguing on. He started up the stairs when he mom continued, "I hope you're going to your room to change into shovelling clothes." Danny stopped and turned around. His mother pointed towards the window, where he could see snow falling steadily outside. The boy groaned and stomped to his room. No, Danny wasn't ready to give up just yet. But he realized he had to act quickly if he wanted to see Roberto again. He picked up the phone and dialed Richie's number. ----- A week or so later, almost midnight on a Friday, Roberto was closing up the auto shop by himself. It'd been another long day, and tomorrow's schedule looks about the same. One of his full-timers offered to open the shop with Fred tomorrow, so at least he could sleep in a bit and go to the gym before work. His cell phone rang. He looked at the caller display and sighed. After another two rings, the mechanic sighed again and picked up. "Hey Chad." "Wow, the mechanic stud picks up!" 'What's up, Chad?" the mechanic asked wearily. "Wanna come over?" "...sorry, Chad. I'm still at the shop. I've been here since eight this morning and I really need some sleep." "Not willing to help a friend out now, Robbie? How many times did I stumble into work late because you wanted a late-night fuck?" "I dunno...how many times?" The mechanic stepped into the washroom and unzipped. Chad was caught off guard. "Twice....but the point is, we're friends, and friends help each other out. So help me out, Robbie. You like helping me out, don't ya?" A thick stream of piss shot from Roberto's flaccid dick and splattered into the toilet bowl. "I"m sorry, man. It's been crazy here today and I'm really tired. I promise I'll make it up to you." The mechanic scratched his itchy, growing pubes. He shaved it and his chest for Chad's birthday a few weeks ago; the executive liked his fuck buddy shaved. "Are you going to fuck that boy?" Chad asked flatly. Roberto's hand jumped and pushed his cock, spraying piss outside the toilet bowl. "What?" "I saw you with a boy, Robbie, at my birthday. Short, skinny." Chad took a breath. "Younger." The piss stream slowed to a dribble. "Listen, Chad, we talked about this. No strings, we keep it fun, we don't ask about the other guys. And we end it when one of us wants to." "And are we ending it?" Chad asked immediately. Roberto sighed, shook his dick a few times, then stuffed it back into his briefs. "No, Chad, we are not ending it. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" "Fine. Call me." Chad hung up abruptly. Roberto shook his head and washed his hands. He stared at the mirror for a while, wondering what he was doing. The tap water kept running. Then the front door buzzer sounded and he jumped. Wondering who the heck it could be, he grabbed a screwdriver on his way out of the washroom. But it wasn't a robber waiting for Roberto at the front desk. It was Danny in his puffy winter jacket. "What are you doing here?" the mechanic asked, surprised. "I was hoping you didn't go home yet." Roberto could see the nerves and excitement in Danny's face. "You just caught me. I was about to head out." "You told me sometimes you leave this late. So I took a chance." Roberto didn't know what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to walk up to the boy, the boy who's been appearing more and more often in his mind, and kiss him. This time, Danny kissed back, thrusting his tongue into Roberto's open mouth and sucking his lips. The mechanic thought about unzipping the young man's jacket, but decided to knead his buttocks instead. Danny moaned his approval, dueling with Roberto's tongue. "You still haven't answered my question," Roberto said after ending the long kiss. Danny felt like he was on a big adventure. "I wanted to give you my phone number." "That's it?" Roberto asked, grinning. Danny bit his lower lip. "I had to do it before my mom stopped me from seeing you. She already did, but...I had to do it before she switched mechanics and talked shit about you." Roberto was surprised Ms. Yeung was ready to do all that to prevent him from seeing her son. "Did you get in trouble?" "No, not yet." "Did she see you come out?" "I snuck out. She's an early sleeper." Roberto was finding out this boy wasn't so innocent after all. He smirked. "What are you gonna tell her about tonight?" "Well, first I'm sending Richie a text. We're at his house playing video games and I'm sleeping overnight," Danny said, winking. Roberto laughed. He took out his cell phone and Danny did the same. They silently exchanged numbers in the dimly lit waiting room. "So, you weren't planning on going home tonight," Roberto said, raising his eyebrows. Danny blushed; the mechanic realized he missed seeing that. "So, you talked with my mom last week," Danny retorted. "Yeah...I always knew she was a tough lady, but man...she laid it down." "She doesn't know what she's talking about. And she can't control who I like." At this, Danny glanced up at the tall, strapping mechanic. Roberto chuckled; it'd been a long time since someone interested him beyond the physical. And if he was honest, he was more than interested in Danny. He was fascinated by him. "Are you hungry, Danny?" the mechanic asked, resting his hand on his favourite spot: Danny's hips. "Sure." He wasn't really, but any excuse to spend more time with Roberto worked for him. "I know this great diner. Follow me." ----- The 50s-style diner, open 24 hours, served food that would never be found in Roberto's strict meal plan. He'd been really good during the holidays, though, and decided to start his cheat day with Danny at 1am on Saturday. Danny thought he wasn't hungry, but when his all-day breakfast arrived he gorged it down in several minutes. Roberto teased that he could remember another time when Danny devoured something so hungrily. The boy choked in response and shifted on the turquoise vinyl bench seat. Conversation flowed easily during the late-night meal. Roberto was tired, and ordered a coffee along with his food, but he felt energized talking and joking with Danny. In his mind, he started working out what to say to convince Danny to stay the night, should he back out at the last minute. If he only knew that Danny would've said yes to basically anything the mechanic suggested. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he was taking a stand for himself and taking a risk to do what he really wanted. He had a boyfriend before, Liam. He was two years older than Danny, and Caucasian. Liam pursued him in school and was very nice, very accommodating, and loyal. He wasn't bad-looking. They dated for six months. Then Danny got bored. But this...was this love? That was one of the many questions Danny didn't dare to ask. "Ready to go, sexy?" Roberto asked after paying for the bill. Danny would've fought to split it, but the mechanic had paid it already while the boy went to the washroom. "Yeah," Danny replied, smiling. "Where to?" the mechanic asked. Danny giggled, then looked up shyly at Roberto. Soon they went to their cars and headed for the mechanic's apartment. ----- Roberto lived in a modest one-bedroom that was sparsely decorated but clean. It was also cluttered in the exact same way as the auto shop: stuff everywhere, but organized. There was workout equipment that Danny had never seen before, and a pretty nice home theater set. The kitchen looked like it got a fair bit of use. Roberto offered the boy a drink and he chose orange juice; he downed that quickly. The tour around the apartment didn't take very long, and soon Danny found himself staring at Roberto's king-sized bed, conveniently the last stop. "You okay, Danny? Do you need anything?" Roberto asked, standing right behind him. The boy shook his head. "You okay with this?" the mechanic continued, smoothing his hands over Danny's chest. "Um hmm," the boy nodded. The muscular hunk reached for the button and zipper on Danny's jeans and unfastened both in seconds. Leaning down to plant a kiss on the boy's neck, he slipped his hands under the waistband of the tighty whities he found and shed both layers of clothing off in one push. Danny grimaced as his rapidly-stiffening cock bent down with the pulled briefs. In the next moment, though, Roberto's solid hands wrapped around his shaft and hairless balls. He felt the mechanic bite down on his neck and he gasped. "You got me off so good last time..." Roberto breathed as he fondled Danny's genitals. The boy pressed his hands to his chest and started playing with his hard nips. He felt the hand around his balls let go and circle around his thigh. It squeezed his buttock, and then it slid into his crack. Danny shot up on tiptoe. "Are you a virgin, Danny?" Roberto asked, a whisper in the boy's ear. When Danny didn't answer, Roberto pressed a finger into his anus. "Ah!" Danny jumped away from Roberto. That answered his question. Danny stood there, a bit embarrassed. To alleviate the tension, the mechanic thought he'd strip off his clothes. It worked. Danny's eyes went wide as he was reintroduced to the mechanic's chiselled physique, now accented with dark hair. Every muscle, every defined contour...the boy looked like he was ready to get down on his knees and worship Roberto. That made the mechanic hard, fast. "Take off your shirt and get on the bed," he ordered. Danny did as told and laid down on Roberto's firm bed. "Open your legs and lift them up," he commanded. Danny did as told, exposing his virginal asshole to the top. He was shivering. "Are you cold, Danny?" Roberto asked, slowly walking towards the bed with that light swagger of his. Danny shook his head and squeezed his eyes and sphincter shut tightly. "Just relax, baby," the mechanic soothed, his mighty cock pointing up at the ceiling with a slight bend to the right. Precum seeped out and dripped onto the hardwood floor. Roberto crawled into bed and Danny gripped the back of his thighs a little tighter. With his face inches from his prize, Roberto marvelled at the bud, completely hairless, for a few seconds. Then he licked it. Danny squealed and let go of his legs. The mechanic grabbed the back of the boy's thighs and buried his face in Danny's crack, tasting everything the boy had to offer. The boy was in ecstasy. Even when he went down there himself with his cherry red vibrator, it was never like this...the sensations coming from Roberto's tongue bath drove the boy crazy. The licks, the sucks, the bites, the kisses to his anus, his perineum, up his balls and then back down to his anus, they had him squealing again and again, arms alternatively tensed in the air and whipping on the bed, his long bangs flipping wildly. Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 03 "You like that, baby?" Roberto asked, flustered, coming up for air. "Oh Roberto, omigod...FUCK!" The mechanic resumed his assault, giving Danny a few more rounds of his oral tricks before concentrating on thrusting his tongue past the sphincter ring. The boy whimpered as he slowly felt the stretching, then whined when the mechanic's hands wrapped around his cock and balls again. "Grab the lube and condom, baby, in the drawer," Roberto said, pointing at the nightstand while moving up to Danny's already-erect dick. He couldn't wait to swallow all five inches of it. Danny got the supplies and handed them to the mechanic, who popped open the lube bottle and drenched his fingers with the cool gel. "Ready, sexy?" he asked, glancing at Danny, his triceps flexing as he shifted his crouching body. The boy swallowed and nodded. With his index finger, Roberto penetrated Danny's ass. At the same time, his mouth wolfed down the boy's dick, which was surrounded with a dusting of downy pubes. "EEEE!!" Danny hit the whistle register, his back jolting off the bed. Roberto pressed the boy's firm tummy back down with his other hand. "Roberto, gently, please!" he begged. The mechanic hummed around the dick and softly pulled out his finger. Then, gently, as he continued to lick and suck Danny off, he penetrated the anus again. After a few minutes of fingering and masterful sucking, Danny was beginning to calm down and enjoy Roberto's experienced attentions. He loved seeing the mechanic's free arm flex as it groped his stomach, slid up his sides, and pinched his nipples. Soon, he grabbed the arm and slid the fingers into his mouth, mirroring the sucking he felt. The anticipation was sweet torture for Roberto. On one hand, he just wanted to rip into the most delicious little twink he'd ever laid eyes on and fuck the living shit out of Danny. But, on the other hand, he was enjoying this foreplay greatly, exhilarated at first by the boy's electric reactions, then by the boy's latent (or not-so-latent) sluttiness. When he felt that his index was sliding into Danny's asshole freely, Roberto added his middle finger. Danny whimpered and tightened again, until the mechanic told him to relax and breathe. Pretty soon, Roberto was able to slide in his ring finger as well, loosening up Danny's rectum for the long, wide girth waiting impatiently between his legs. Meanwhile, Danny was busy licking and sucking on Roberto's fingers as they moved in and out of the boy's mouth. Not long after, Roberto popped off the boy's dick and announced, "I'm gonna fuck you now." He released both hands from where they were and grabbed the condom. "I wanna suck you first," Danny muttered, rolling to sit upright. He grabbed the mechanic's leaking, steel-hard cock in both hands. Roberto almost shot right there. And when Danny wrapped his hungry mouth around his tool, he knew he had to stop the boy or he would blow. So he grabbed the head of soft brown hair and pulled it away from his groin, then flipped Danny onto his back. With fast, practiced motions, he drizzled lubricant all over his penis and Danny's hole. When everything was slicked up and ready to go, he placed the boy's thighs on his broad shoulders, took a split second to aim, then plunged his immense, unsheathed member through Danny's sphincter, not realizing he forgot the condom until he was already inside the boy. The boy screamed, his vocal cords turning raw. Danny really wanted the older, hairier, much more muscular man, but his smooth bubble butt was also virgin tight. He couldn't stifle another scream as Roberto's swollen, lubricated cock invaded deeper past his clenching sphincter. The mechanic waited a few moments, kneeling over Danny's cream-toned body. Sweat began to form on the boy's fair skin. The urge to ram into Danny full-bore was strong, but Roberto kept it in check. A drop of sweat fell from the mechanic's chin and landed on Danny's bottom lip. The boy opened his eyes and looked up at Roberto's face: flushed, simmering. Licking the salty drop from his lip, Danny gazed hungrily at the impossibly ripped torso above him. He took in the thick black fur, matted with perspiration, as it spread from the center of his meaty pecs, down through his tight eight-pack, and further down, down where it thickened into a moist, unruly crown around Roberto's slowly plunging cock. Danny felt an urge to touch, to grasp Roberto. He reached up and pressed his palms into the mechanic's solid chest, spreading his fingers through the dripping forest of hair. When his fingers brushed Roberto's fat, pointy nipples, the mechanic growled and pushed deeper with a start. Danny yelped. "Sorry," Roberto said, looking straight at Danny. He started to pull out. "No!" Danny said, gripping Roberto's chest harder. He wondered how much more dick there was to take. "I'm okay. I want it." They've both been waiting for weeks for this moment. Danny wasn't about to ruin it after all those nights fantasizing alone. He also knew Roberto was trying very hard to be patient. "Okay." Roberto waited a few seconds, then slowly went deeper, watching Danny's face for any sign of pain. "You're doing great," he affirmed, sliding his left hand down the boy's cheek. "How does it feel?" Danny asked, tensing slightly from the building pressure and fullness. "So good," Roberto breathed. Danny had the perfect view of the mechanic's jaw-dropping torso to distract him from the growing stab of pain in his ass. But finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Ahh!" he groaned with a frown, shutting his eyes tightly. He hadn't measured Roberto yet; the older man looked as big as the cocks Danny beat off to in straight porn clips online. When the mechanic saw the boy's grimace, he stopped pushing deeper. His cock was more than halfway in, maybe two-thirds. Not bad for a virgin ass. "Can you stay like that?" Danny asked quietly. "Sure..." the mechanic whispered. The boy felt guilty. They stayed relatively still for a few moments. "I'm sorry, " Danny said, looking down, ashamed. "Danny, you're doing great. It feels great." Roberto adjusted his position. "Can I fuck you? This deep?" The boy looked at Roberto for a while, scared but curious. With brows furrowed, he nodded. "I'll be gentle," Roberto said, pulling out a few inches. When he pushed his rigid shaft deeper back in, the boy panted. He gripped Roberto's thick forearms and held on. "Oh Danny..." the mechanic moaned, lost in the hot bliss of the boy's vise-like hole. He'd fucked countless asses before, but virgin ass was always the best. Danny wanted to keep pleasing Roberto, despite the discomfort that came with his first anal. He tried squeezing his sphincter while Roberto was pulling out; this made the mechanic stop and stare at Danny. His lips parted and his eyes turned hard with lust. The boy whimpered. Roberto wrapped the bottom's legs around his waist and lowered his hot, wet body onto Danny's. He grabbed the back of the boy's head, a handful of brown hair pulled tightly, and thrusted deeper. It made Danny scream, as he felt the mechanic's erect dick jab a sensitive spot deep inside his rectum. It felt like a massive jolt of electricity ran through him. "Do you want to stop?" Roberto muttered beside the boy's ear. He really didn't want to, but he didn't want to scare Danny away. The mechanic waited several seconds for a response. When there was none, Roberto resumed fucking. As Roberto's shaft bored into him again and again, this time to the hilt, Danny got loud. The mechanic's balls were slapping against the boy's ass cheeks, wet and loud. It hurt Danny, like hot iron driven up his anal canal, until the cock hit his prostate, where it felt ached and tickled. He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on the pungent smell of the mechanic's body, a mix of spicy musk and faint deodorant. Wrapping his arms around Roberto's neck now, his legs around the buttocks, the boy squeezed his sphincter again. "Fuck! You feel so good!" Roberto exclaimed, unable to hold back his desire anymore. He pounded into Danny's quivering hole with maximum force. His thrusts were merciless, pushing the boy hard against the bed, battering the boy's prostate gland repeatedly. Danny screamed helplessly with each savage stab, his voice wavering between a full-bodied cry and a falsetto squeak. The only word he could form was the first syllable of the mechanic's name; he wasn't sure if he wanted the brawny top to stop, or to fuck harder. Roberto was driven mad with need. He buried his face in the nape of Danny's neck, biting the soft flesh he found there. Then he moved up so he could press his open lips hard and sloppy against Danny's. In the heat of the moment, the mechanic wanted to claim the boy, make Danny his soft little bitch, to be used whenever, wherever, however. After several seconds, Danny turned his head away from Roberto and broke the crushing kiss, gasping for air. The fucking Roberto was giving started to feel good...painfully good. He crossed his legs tighter around the mechanic's firm buttocks, digging his heels in. This man, this virile stud of a man, had entered his deepest, darkest spot, plundering him for his own gratification. Danny wanted to keep giving, to keep opening up. Deep down, he wanted Roberto never to leave. "Please don't..." Danny moaned. "What??" Roberto grunted, stopping his pelvic thrusts. He clenched his jaw and stared at Danny. "Please don't leave me," Danny's green eyes shone for a brief moment. Roberto was speechless. He kissed Danny and pushed back into his gripping rectum, gentler at first, but soon hard and fast and deep like before. The bed bounced and shook as the mechanic fucked the boy with all he had. Not long after, with Danny wailing on and on to the relentless pounding, Roberto felt his balls tighten. "I'm gonna cum!" Roberto yelled. "Cum on my face!" Danny demanded. Too late; Roberto slammed deep into the boy's core and unloaded his semen, his entire body gripped by the wild high. Colours danced in front of his eyes, and he started feeling lightheaded, as his cock pulsed geysers of thick, hot cum into Danny's sore hole. All he could feel was obliterating release, an orgasm so intense, it blocked out all awareness of anything else. When the mechanic came back down to Earth, Danny was staring wide-eyed at him from below, panting hard. After a long moment, Roberto laid his hands on Danny's body and drew his palms down the panting, burning torso underneath him. The boy's cock was still steel-hard. "I wanna taste it," Danny said, looking at the mechanic. Roberto hesitated; as he learned last time, the boy was vicious when it came to cleaning cock. It was a spiky mix of pain and pleasure, though there was no doubt that he liked watching Danny slurp up every last drop of cum he could find. The mechanic pulled out quickly, making Danny squeal, then crawled up and pointed the half-hard, cum-coated dick at the boy's face. Danny seized it at once with his mouth, jaw stretched wide to accommodate the girth. "AH! Shit!" Roberto's body fell forward; he held onto the headboard to stop the fall. He cringed as Danny's tongue circled around the cockhead. "Easy, easy...AH!" "Mmm..." This was always Danny's favourite part: rolling the deflating penis around his tongue; pressing the cockhead up against the roof of his mouth and hearing Roberto cry out in anguish and delight; and the taste of cum, Roberto's cum, so salty, bitter, so raw and slimy and smelly, mixed with the aroma of his lubed asshole. Danny's eyes rolled back as he swallowed his liquid prize, while Roberto's sinewy body jerked and convulsed above. "Danny, that's enough..." The mechanic started pulling out of the boy's mouth. Danny's hands shot up and gripped Roberto's buttocks. "Just a bit more," the boy said, his mouth half-filled with cock. He deep throated Roberto eagerly. "AHH! Easy!" How could Roberto love and hate this torture at the same time? As he continued to nurse the mechanic's softening dick, now slowly and gently, Danny began to feel how sore his ass was. But he didn't mind it too much; after all, he had a spent cock in his mouth that needed attending to. It needed to be sucked dry of its cum. Danny kept working on the dick while Roberto spasmed periodically, his flushed skin cooling as he knelt over the boy, hands clenching on the headboard. Danny was lost in his own little world, eyes closed, his mouth and tongue slurping and swallowing. "You're a greedy little bastard," Roberto hissed, taking short breaths between the tickles and shocks on his sensitive glans. In response, Danny bit down softly and spit the cock out. "Ow!" Roberto yelled. "I'm done with it now," Danny said, wearing a devilish grin on his cum-streaked lips. "I'm gonna fuck you hard next time for that," Roberto said, playfully slapping the boy's face with his limp penis. Danny chuckled and grabbed the soft dick, then stroked it lovingly. "Roberto?" Danny asked after a while. "What?" "Was that good?" "Fuck yeah. That was amazing." The mechanic stroked the boy's brown hair. He knew he had a second round in him, possibly a third. "Was I...was I good?" Danny asked, looking down. "Oh yeah," Roberto replied, leaning down and pressing his hulking body on Danny's lithe frame. He kissed the boy and reached down to his still-hard cock. "You're a pro. A natural cock whore." "Don't call me that," Danny said, frowning and turning his face away. Roberto chuckled and kissed him again. Then he tightened his grip on Danny's dick and started stroking. The boy closed his eyes and moaned. "You're a cum whore. A filthy little cum whore," Roberto continued, moving his lips down Danny's slim torso, licking and nibbling all the way. "And you love cock. You're a nasty little slutboy." "Roberto, stop it!" Danny's voice was whiny, shameful. "What? I like you like that," Roberto said matter-of-factly. He tongued the boy's ball sac while looking at Danny. "...do you?" The boy asked quietly. "Umm hmm," Roberto affirmed, taking the boy's shaft into his mouth. Danny moaned like a whore then. ----- Hope you enjoyed! Part 4 will take me a bit longer to get ready, due to family and social commitments; hopefully it'll be up within two weeks. If you have any comments or feedback to give, I'd love to hear them. Please be nice! Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 04 © 2012 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to read material containing sexual activity between male adults, please refrain from reading any further. ----- "And then?" "Well...my ass was really sore from when he fucked me twice the night before, so I reached back to jack him off." "His monster cock? Did you use both hands?" Richie asked, gleeful. "Richie..." Danny sighed. "Seriously, it's the biggest I've ever seen." "I hate you." "But it hurt, Richie!" "You loved it in the end." Danny curled up in his blanket, recalling the night of passion he shared with Roberto two days ago. And the third round the morning after. Half an hour ago, Richie called and demanded to hear every single detail. "So did he fuck you again in the morning?" "Yeah. He put more lube on me and then just thrusted it in." Danny stiffened a bit. "Oh GOD, why can't I find a man like that?" "Well, what about your guy? The mohawk?" "I dunno...he's pretty cool but not amazing in bed. I mean, we only did it once so maybe it'll get better..." "Roberto knew everything to do...it was like he knew me..." "Oh, shut up!" "You wanted to hear every single detail!" "Yeah, so get to the good part! Did he cum on your face?" "Yeah, all over my face" Danny paused, his hand finding its way to his crotch. "There was so much cum that he scooped it off and fed me it." "You nasty little whore!" Richie squealed. "Richie!" "I knew sooner or later you'd get your freak on. You're just a horndog hiding under sheep's clothing." "No, it's just with him, Richie! Just...Roberto drives me crazy." "Girl, I get it." Danny pictured Richie's arched eyebrows on the other end of the line. ----- For the next two months, Danny and Roberto exchanged dirty texts, did "sleepovers at Richie's", and had balls-to-the-walls sex. Danny was addicted to Roberto's virile body like a drug, but even more powerful was the increasing feeling of needy dependency after the orgasm, when the boy would cling onto the mechanic's sweaty, spent body like it was a lifeboat out at turbulent sea. During any given day, rare was the moment when Danny didn't think about Roberto. He wished he could just wake up next to him every morning. He wondered if Roberto felt the same. ----- The mechanic was closing up shop on time for once, with another mechanic. "I'm finished with the detailing on the Caravan, sir" Nick said, as he walked towards the hydraulic lift where Roberto was inspecting an SUV. The head technician stopped his inspection and walked around the lift towards Nick. He was the newest mechanic in the shop, 19 years old, hired straight after his co-op term. Roberto liked his proactive drive and willingness to do anything he was asked. And he most definitely liked watching the young black man's fat-free, athletic body at work since the day he started. "Thanks Nick. Just one more thing before you go." "Yes, sir" Nick answered. Roberto walked up and stood right in front of him. "Nick, I wanna tell you how much I appreciate having you around," Roberto said, putting his hand on the young man's shoulder. Up close, he noticed how smooth Nick's dark skin was. He also caught the young man's quick eyes giving him the once-over, as they often did behind windows and around doors during the work day. "No problem at all, sir. I love working here." "What's your favourite part about working here?" Roberto asked, sliding his hand down Nick's arm. "The people," Nick replied. His grin widened as he met the head technician's stare. "I like it when people are friendly, and...hands-on." Roberto chuckled. "You're a smart boy," he continued, sliding his hand over the tough cotton covering Nick's firm chest. "And you're gonna go far." He clutched the zipper on the young man's coveralls. "As far as you wanna go," Roberto added. "I'm ready to go all the way, sir," Nick answered. He grabbed the older man's hand and yanked the zipper down. They fucked doggystyle, standing up, leaning against a silver Malibu. Roberto was still wearing his coveralls, unzipped to allow his massive dick to penetrate Nick's hairy hole. The younger man was buck naked, bent over and panting. Roberto made sure he wore a condom. After several minutes, the older man came inside Nick's hot ass. Then the young man stroked himself to orgasm as Roberto zipped himself back up. Soon after, Nick got dressed, said goodnight, and left the shop. Roberto went to the washroom and turned on the tap. He liked Danny, a lot. He liked him as a lover and as a friend, which was rare. But the mechanic also liked other things, like his privacy, and not having to answer to anyone. And he loved the thrill of the hunt, the sense of virility that came with seducing and conquering a fresh piece of ass. That was who he was; that was all he'd ever known. And no one, not even someone as beautiful, sexually compatible, and fun as Danny, was going to change that overnight. Of course, Danny had already changed him. The mechanic hadn't had the fuck buddy talk with Danny, yet. The thought occurred to him a few times, but it was always interrupted by more pressing matters, such as Danny's tongue, or Danny's pink, made-to-be-bitten nipples. Or his unbelievably tight ass. And there was something else that was different. Roberto always got tired of fucking the same guy after a while; he stopped answering Chad's calls right after he took Danny's virginity. But this boy, who he sucked or fucked four to five times a week, he just couldn't get enough of him. Even after emptying his load in Nick's asshole, he was eager to give a second load to Danny's ass or mouth later that night, depending on the mood. The head technician finished resetting everything in the shop and locked up. When he got into his red, customized Lancer, he called the boy. "Hey," Danny answered sweetly. Roberto could tell the boy had on his cute smile. "Hey baby. Whatcha doin?" He turned on the ignition. "Readings on a Saturday." There was some paper shuffling. "So, how was your day?" "Good. It was a good day." There was a pause. "How are you feeling?" "Good. I'm good." Danny began to grin. "Not too tired?" "Nope," Danny answered. He chuckled a little. "Did you text Richie yet?" Roberto asked, petting his crotch. "I'm going to, now." Danny used the sleepover excuse every other week, hoping it wouldn't raise his mother's suspicions about where he actually was. He looked forward desperately to spending the night with Roberto every time. "Good. I'll see you soon." As soon as he hung up, Danny jumped off the bed and got his overnight backpack ready. Heading downstairs, he saw that his mother was watching a Korean drama with Chinese subtitles. Her hands were clenched tightly together as a pretty woman cried her heart out in front of a man in a suit. "Okay, I'm going to Richie's," he said, walking towards the front door. Ms. Yeung nodded, eyes glued to the TV screen. "Be a good boy!" his mother exclaimed as Danny shut the door. "I'm not a boy," Danny sighed, heading towards the sky blue Civic. The drive to Roberto's went by in a blur. When he stepped into the elevator in the mechanic's building, Danny wondered what they were going to try tonight. His lover liked to change things up: doing it in the bathroom, the kitchen, or on the couch. Or against the balcony window. At Roberto's door, he rung the doorbell but there was no answer. After ringing it twice more and waiting a few minutes, Danny pushed on the door handle. It opened. Inside, it was pitch black. Danny frowned and waited. "Roberto?! Are you all right??" Just then, he got a text message on his phone: "Come to the bedroom." It was from Roberto. Danny stepped into the apartment and closed the front door behind him. When his eyes adjusted to the blackness, he saw faint light coming through the window blinds. Still, he could barely make out anything. "Roberto, come here please. I wanna see that you're all right." He got another text. It was the same message, from Roberto. "I'm not coming until I see you're all right!" Danny exclaimed, uncertain if the mechanic needed serious help. He stood still for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing moved, except for the the air rushing into and out of his nostrils. Finally, deciding that it was probably better to check on Roberto in case he had hurt himself, he took off his shoes and headed towards the bedroom, spreading his hands out against the walls to guide him there. "Roberto? Are you all right?" he asked in front of the bedroom. The door was open, and there was some dim light coming from the gaps in the window blinds. It looked like there was no one on the king-sized bed. Shaking his head in frustration, he hesitated for a moment, before stepping into the room. Four steps in, the door slammed shut behind him. Danny screamed as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. He was lifted off his feet and thrown onto the bed. As Danny landed face first onto the mattress, he kicked back as hard as he could with both feet. They connected against something. "OW!! Fuck!" a voice behind him exclaimed. It was Roberto. "Roberto?!" Danny asked, turning around in alarm. Suddenly, a large body slammed on top of him, pinning him hard onto the bed. "Why'd you kick me for?" Roberto asked on top of Danny. "YOU FUCKING SCARED ME!" Danny screamed. Roberto started hollering in laughter. "It's not funny!! You know I'm scared of the dark!" The laughing fit continued. Danny tried to squirm away from him, to give him an earful, but he was no match for Roberto's hefty muscles. Finally exasperated, he demanded angrily, "Why'd you do that for??" "Isn't this fun? A little grope in the dark? " Roberto asked back, starting to plant kisses all over Danny's face. "No! I hate the dark!" "Danny's scared of the dark," Roberto mocked. "Yes I am! Call me a sissy then! I don't care!" He pushed the mechanic's body away; the older man grabbed his hands and pressed them down on the mattress, above the boy's head. "I don't think you're a sissy, Danny," Roberto said calmly. "I think you're sexy. You know that." He leaned forward over the boy. Only then, seeing the ridges of Roberto's abs, and his big, yummy nipples, did Danny realize that the mechanic was naked. "You scared me," Danny muttered. Roberto let go of his hands and quickly started stripping him. When the boy was fully naked, Roberto laid his hard, sinewy body on top of Danny's slender frame. "I'm sorry, baby." the mechanic whispered, grinding his pelvis into the boy. "Roberto..." Danny was getting hard, fast. "Don't be scared. I got you." He spoon-fucked Danny gently in the pitch blackness. With nothing to see, the boy heard and felt every push, every bite, every kiss magnified. It was as if every nerve ending on his body was a live wire, sparking wildly whenever the mechanic grabbed, stroked, and thrusted into him. All he could do was breathe; even the sounds tumbling out of his mouth were beyond his control. Before long, Roberto fucked the cum out of a wailing Danny. Then he ejaculated inside the boy's rectum. As they came down from the high, Danny brought Roberto's arms around his chest and held them tightly. "Don't pull out. Stay inside me," Danny begged when he felt the mechanic move. "I'm just getting the covers," Roberto said. He pulled out of Danny's ass, then reached for the blanket. The boy could feel the cooling semen on the insides of his thighs. After draping the covers over both of their sweaty bodies, Roberto then laid back down to spoon with Danny, and rotated his hip until his still-hard, cum-slicked prick forced its way through the boy's swollen sphincter. Danny gasped. Then, slowly, he pushed back until the mechanic was balls deep inside of him again. Roberto heard him sigh contently. Just before both of them fell asleep, Danny whispered, "I love you." ----- The boy awoke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Groggily, he saw Roberto walk out with his gym bag. "Roberto," he called as he sat up, his voice hoarse. "I'll be back by seven. The key's on the counter," the mechanic called back to Danny as he opened the front door. "Okay," Danny said softly, falling back down to bed. In the mirrored walls of the descending elevator, the mechanic saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Every step he took towards the Lancer felt a bit wobbly. It was a wonder he made it to the gym that early Sunday morning. Roberto hadn't slept a wink. The night had turned to day, but his mind was stuck on repeat, stuck on those three words. It wasn't the first time he heard them from someone. He repeated that in his mind as he changed into his workout sweats and tank top. He'd cut them out of his life before; he'd do it again. Walking out of the empty change room, Roberto headed for the free weights rack. He repeated the words with each tricep curl: he'd cut them out before; he'll do it again. Breathe in, breathe out. Finish one set, onto the next. But, cut Danny out of his life? Roberto groaned as he let go of the pullup bar. His arms were burning; he'd lost count of the reps he did. "Gettin' lazy there, man?" The voice came from behind him. He turned and saw Steven, an employee whom the mechanic chatted with sometimes during his gym visits. Steven was Chinese. He was nicely built; taller than Danny, more ripped than Danny. Yes, he was. Roberto knew that Steven checked him out, like most of the guys and girls around him whenever he worked out. So he stripped off his sweat-soaked tank top and glared at the employee. Steven was a loud bottom, louder still as his yells echoed in the men's showers. The mechanic gripped Steven's hips hard and pounded him from the back, fucking with rapid, angry stabs. He thrusted and thrusted but got no closer to cumming. As his lower body started to sore, he pulled out of Steven, ripped off the condom, turned the nude employee around, and forced him onto his knees on the hard wet tiles. Steven eagerly grabbed Roberto's dick and started jerking and sucking him off, struggling to get half of his nine inches into his mouth. One hand slid up the mechanic's stomach and grasped at his hairy eight-pack. Those three words threatened at the back of Roberto's mind, looming ever closer. He squeezed his eyes shut under the hot shower spray and jammed his prick deeper down Steven's throat. The cocksucker gagged and pulled back, but was soon back on the cock, moaning, sucking ardently on the treasure he'd had his eyes on for months. Too bad this wasn't turning out to be a good time for Roberto. He wanted Danny's mouth around his dick instead, Danny's stroking fists, Danny's innocent eyes as his fat, steely prick sank further and further down Danny's milking throat. The boy had become a skilled cocksucker, able to take all of Roberto, slowly but surely, preferably lying on the mechanic's bed, with his head hanging off the edge. The facefucking that Danny took was incredible; he needed a breath now and then, but he never whined or stopped until Roberto came or got hard enough to fuck. And when the mechanic returned the favour by engulfing the boy's dick in his sucking mouth, the frenzied sucking Roberto got in response was unbelievable. He was cumming now, finally cumming. He imagined it was Danny who was swallowing his cum, not Steven. When the kneeling employee stopped sucking, Roberto looked down. "Clean my cock," he ordered. Steven groaned and took his dick back into his mouth listlessly. His jaw was tired. "Yeah, Danny, take my cum," Roberto whispered with closed eyes. Steven spat out his soft prick. "What?" "Nothing," the mechanic grumbled, stepping back from the shower. Steven got up awkwardly, his knees in pain, and grabbed a towel. "Hey, listen...my friend Corey, he, uh, invited me to a party this afternoon..." Steven began as he wrapped the towel around his trim waist. He searched for his uniform. "And they need another top, y'know..." Roberto, half-dressed, turned around and looked at Steven, irritated and confused. "There's gonna be lots of twinks there...hey! I know your type. I betcha Corey's your type, Rob. Him and his new buds, they're young and new to the scene so they'll do some freaky shit..." Steven winked. "Especially with you, dude." "You're asking me to go to an orgy?" Roberto asked. "Yeah man. You'll get lots of ass, I promise. You won't be disappointed..." Steven slid his shirt down his defined torso. Roberto turned back around. Then he handed Steven his phone. The employee smiled and started typing in his number. ----- At the health food store across the street from Roberto's, Danny ordered a protein shake for the mechanic and waited. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. "Excuse me, you're Roberto's friend, right?" The stranger was an executive type, several years older, impeccably put together. He was with a small group of people who pretended not to be eavesdropping. "Uh, yes..." Danny replied. He didn't know how exactly to reply; he thought Richie was the only other person who knew about him and the mechanic. "I'm Chad. I'm a friend of his. How's he doing?" "He's good. He's at the gym." "I've been meaning to hang out with him but he hasn't returned my calls. I guess he's been busy lately." "Yeah, the shop is expanding and they're really trying to keep up with the business." "I see. And how are things with you two?" Chad asked, cocking his head to one side. Danny froze for a second. Just then, the cashier handed him the protein shake. The boy grabbed it and began to leave the store. "It was nice meeting you, Chad. Bye..." He said while speeding away. "Danny!" Again, Danny froze. He heard Chad's clicking soles closing in, but he didn't turn around. "Listen, Danny...I just wanna say be careful. Roberto..." Chad took a breath. "Just don't get attached." Danny didn't turn around, just started walking again and left the store. Chad's eyes followed him all the way to Roberto's building, where he saw the boy swipe a keycard and enter the lobby. "He got the key," Chad said to himself. In the elevator, Danny's mind was spinning round and round, like a dog chasing its own tail. Who was Chad? What was he talking about? Who was he to Roberto? How did he know about Roberto and I? And how the hell did he know my name?? Once he got back to the mechanic's apartment, Danny set down the protein shake and opened the fridge, to cut up some fruit for his lover. He had to talk to him. It was time, Danny thought, to ask some questions. By the time Roberto buzzed up, it was nearly 8am. He sounded monotone over the intercom, almost unrecognizable. And when the mechanic entered the apartment, Danny could see right away that he was in no mood to talk. His eyes were red, his expression a murky mix of vexation and fatigue. He looked awful. "I got you a protein shake. And there's fruit on the counter," Danny offered. The mechanic threw his phone, wallet, and car keys on the counter, waved dismissively at the snacks, and stumbled into the bedroom. After a while, as Danny tried to watch TV in the kitchen, the mechanic grumbled, "Are you coming?" Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 04 Danny took it as a chance to find out what happened to Roberto, and to ask him the questions on his mind. He got up from the couch; at that moment, the mechanic's cell phone beeped. Danny went to the kitchen counter and looked at the text message. It was from a Steven. "Hey Rob orgy party at 4! 405 Sussex c u there" For the third time that day, Danny froze in his tracks. Was he dreaming? Was this all just a bad dream? Or was this all another one of Roberto's pranks? The phone beeped again. "Reminder from Corey: no cum eating, piss, fist, filming, snm. Condoms on. Byob byod. C u soon sexy can't wait 2 suck ur fat cock again" Danny's entire body was trembling. His throat was so dry it made him cough, twice, thrice. He squeezed the phone tightly in his right hand and walked to the bedroom, every heavy step closer to the point of no return. He found Roberto in bed, naked, his penis half-hard, his hand scratching unshaven balls. "Come here, Danny," the mechanic muttered, lifting his arm towards Danny, that powerful, rippling arm he loved to kiss and snuggle up against. "You got a text," the boy said, standing still beside the bed. "Just come here," Roberto repeated, his fingers reaching for Danny. He wanted the boy's soft lips wrapped around his cockhead. "Steven says the orgy's at 405 Sussex and that there's no cum eating, piss..." The boy's voice trembled and faltered, but he continued reading the text in a scratchy whisper. "...filming, S&M. Condoms on, bring your own booze and drugs." Roberto was fully sitting up now, staring at Danny's pale face, stunned. The boy cleared his throat and continued. "St-Steven says he can't wait to suck your..." The mechanic grabbed the phone out of the boy's hand. "Danny..." "Is it real?" The boy waited for the mechanic to say something, anything, anything he could hold onto. But all Roberto did was curse and run his hands through his buzzed scalp. "Is it real, Roberto? Are you going to an orgy at four? With Steven?" Danny's voice was glacial, precise, quiet. "He sucked your cock?". One blink and a tear streamed down his cheek. Roberto pulled his knees up and buried his head between his arms and legs. Danny let out his first sob, then immediately began to stuff his belongings into his backpack. The mechanic looked up but didn't move. Danny's impromptu packing didn't take long; he learned how to pack from his mother, the queen of tidiness and economy. It came in handy during times like this. Forcing sobs down his throat, Danny dashed towards the bedroom door with his knapsack in tow, then stopped one last time and turned to face his dream man, now his horrible nightmare. "I loved you," Danny said, locking eyes with the mechanic. Then he left. ----- Hope you enjoyed! One more chapter to go with this story; it should be up in a few days. If you have any comments or feedback to give, I'd love to hear them. Please be nice! Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 05 © 2012 ChicosTodos. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to read material containing sexual activity between male adults, please refrain from reading any further. ----- The naked mechanic stayed sitting in his bed. Three words were branded on his mind, refusing to fade away. I loved you. Not "I love you". I loved you. Danny left. Roberto wasn't the one who left this time; his bitch, his French-Chinese twink, his source of endless pleasure, his young, abiding, generous, passionate lover. His. He was no longer his. Roberto got up and walked out of the bedroom. The first thing that caught his eye was the protein shake on the kitchen counter. Then the plate of fruit beside the shake. Danny was just here. He had him, here, his fingers wrapped around the plastic cup of the protein shake, his teeth biting into a piece of apple, his blush always easy to tease out, his tight, hairless ass always willing. The mechanic touched a slice of apple, tracing his fingertip around its freshly cut edge. And then it hit him: all that was left was cold, hard fruit. Danny was gone. The tears came. ----- Danny cried all his tears for Roberto the following week. On the eighth day, when he woke up, he made a decision. He wasn't going to be a victim. And he was going to learn from this. It was the last semester before graduation. Some of his classmates slacked off in the home stretch, having already landed jobs or long ago calculated that they would pass even if they failed everything from this point on. Not Danny: he worked hard. He did all his readings and assignments, avoided procrastinating, joined the creative writing and Francophone clubs on campus, and started tutoring high-school English and French. He bought an agenda and filled it with colour-coded tasks, deadlines, appointments, and meetings, planning his day down to the half-hour if needed. There was simply no room for horrible nightmares; his agenda clearly showed he was fully booked. Danny made a point to meet and hang out with as many new people as possible, sometimes meeting three different groups in the same night after class. It didn't matter that, often, what they did or said didn't really interest Danny; he needed to be around people, needed to be anywhere but in his bedroom, where he could stop and remember. The new social settings also gave him ample opportunities to employ lessons learned. Like putting up walls. Holding back. Keeping secrets. Never depending on anyone. And lying. He told every person he met that he had a boyfriend: older, an electrician, and yes, things were going fabulously. He faked nice very well; it got him a few job interviews. With every passing day, in that moment right after he shut off the morning alarm, Danny understood more and more why Roberto did what he did. There were no nice guys out there. Or, at least, nice guys worth a second glance. Liam was nice; it wasn't enough. And love, the burning question that he fed, the brave admission that earned him a ticket to personal hell? It was a stupid word, a mushy sentiment that equalled weakness. He was sure that's what Roberto thought of it: count on lust, never love. Just fuck; don't give a fuck. He felt like he finally understood the mechanic now, so well. They shared kisses, bodies, and bodily fluids, but under the skin, they were continents apart, reading completely different books. Roberto taught Danny so many things, but no lesson was as valuable as the dark, cruel underside of affection. He studied it well. Most of his friends were impressed with this studious, multitasking Danny, no doubt the result of a new year's resolution, they thought. But the people closest to him were worried. His mother thought that he was overextending himself; Danny reminded her that she'd always encouraged him to get better grades and meet new people. Meanwhile, Richie had never seen his best friend like this. He'd been there when Danny was at his lowest, bawling his eyes out and sinking into a brief spell of depression over his grandfather's death or getting a C on a project he worked really hard on, but cool, guarded, goddamn superficial Danny? It confounded Richie. Danny's best friend had asked what happened between him and Roberto; Danny replied that they weren't on the same page. Richie then asked how Danny was feeling; his best friend shrugged and said he learned his lesson. From then on, Danny repeatedly denied that there was anything wrong. Richie was at a loss. He was also dating Trevor, Mr. Blond Mohawk who was a tattoo artist, so the two best friends drifted apart. Too busy trying to keep busy to care, Danny focused on the future, as in distancing himself from everything that had happened since the day his mother sent him to get the oil changed. Time moved on; winter gave way to spring. The young man graduated with honours, also making the Dean's List. He landed a junior copywriting job at a telecommunications company; he would start a month from graduation. That made his mother happy. The snow was melting; sleeves and hemlines were disappearing. Danny called Richie back and began to party like never before; it was now Richie's turn to start declining nights out drinking and clubbing; he preferred quieter settings with Trevor now. Danny went to every bar, every club, every establishment on the gay strip, with new friends or just by himself. He said hi to everybody, including the employees and patrons at the bathhouse. ----- Five months since Danny walked out of Roberto's apartment, walked out of his life, and the mechanic was still an insomniac. Soon after Danny had left, Roberto took a month off and visited Portugal. The last time he was there, he was ten years old. Everything looked and felt different on this visit; buildings and spaces seemed much smaller; the restaurants and parks he remembered were no longer there; his extended family, who were all happy to see him, looked so much older. During his stay, his parents tried again to get him to move back home. He left after four days. Through it all, despite being an ocean away, Roberto couldn't stop thinking of Danny. He'd called and texted him several times since he last saw the young man, but perhaps unsurprisingly, Danny never responded. He was the last person the mechanic had sex with. Nick approached Roberto several times, offering to stay late at work; Steven still tried to chat him up every day he went to the gym. Roberto paid them neither attention nor interest. He saw them as dirty mistakes that he couldn't erase, filth and shame he had to face day in, day out as consequences for his actions, as punishment for hurting Danny. He didn't go looking for fresh ass; the hunt had lost its appeal. He didn't go out with Fred or the few friends he had either. Instead, after work, he got groceries at the supermarket, turned on the cooking channel when he got home, and got down to business. He was always a good cook; preparing food allowed his mind to focus and calm down. For an hour a day, he didn't wonder "what if?", he didn't think "I wish..." That happened later, when the dish was finished and Roberto stared at it, alone. At least Fred and the other mechanics appreciated his tasty leftovers. On a Saturday evening in May, Roberto had to go downtown, to get some Indian spices and dried vegetables for his latest recipe. Right before he entered the specialty mart off a busy intersection, he recognized someone coming out of the tattoo parlour next door. It was Richie. Roberto instantly called his name. Danny's best friend turned around; he was with a tall, slim guy with a blond mohawk. The young man's eyes went wide. "How are you, Richie?" Roberto asked, trying hard to keep his urgency in check. "I'm good." The young man was stunned that the mechanic was standing in front of him. Roberto was unshaven and looked a little skinnier. Richie wanted to find out what happened five months ago, but he also wanted to protect his best friend from the man who changed him so completely. "How've you been?" The mechanic looked lost for a moment. "It's been rough..." Roberto finally replied, running his hand through his short, ungelled hair. He looked at the young man. "Can we talk?" Richie looked up at Trevor. "Are you gonna be okay?" the tattoo artist asked. "Yeah. He's a friend of mine and Danny. We're just gonna catch up." Trevor shot a look at the mechanic, then arched his eyebrow. "Okay. Call me when you're done; I'll be at home." "Thanks, Richie,," Roberto said as Trevor walked away. Richie nodded. They went to a coffee shop nearby and awkwardly waited for their orders in silence. Then they found an empty table and sat down, facing each other. "So..." Roberto started. "What happened between you and Danny?" Richie asked at the same time. The mechanic took a deep breath. "I was seeing other people. We never had a talk about what we were doing." "Oh." "Danny found out. He was upset. And...he left before I could talk to him." "He was in love with you." "I know," Roberto said. "I know." There was a pause. "I should've handled things better," he said and swallowed his coffee. Richie stayed silent. The mechanic pressed on. "How is he?" Danny's best friend took a sip of tea, staring at the mechanic. "I called and texted him..." Roberto began. Richie closed his eyes. "He's changed, he's completely changed. He's always out with new, random people. He knows everyone in the village." Richie shook his head. "Now he's going out all the time, while I just wanna stay in and chill with Trevor." "Is he doing good?" Roberto asked, frowning. The young man in front of him sighed. "I don't know. He doesn't really tell me anything anymore." He looked out the window, eyes wandering through the transient crowd on the street. "We talk, but not like we used to." They were quiet for a moment. Richie avoided the mechanic's stare. Roberto cleared his throat. "I need to see him. I need to talk to him. Can you help me?" he asked, leaning forward. Richie's gaze returned to him. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "But I love him," the mechanic said, opening his palms. The young man's mouth popped open. "I...I need to make things right. I need to try. I can't go another day wondering what I should've done..." The mechanic was shocked and embarrassed that tears were forming in his eyes. "Please, I need to see him," he said, the pleading look on his face dissolving Richie's resolve. "I'll tell him you want to talk to him," the young man said, trying to keep a stoic face. "No, Richie, I need to see him now." He was lucky enough to bump into Richie today; he wasn't going to leave the rest of it to chance now. Roberto squeezed the young man's hand. "But I don't know where he is..." "Can you call him?" the mechanic asked. Richie exhaled and looked away. He'd been so sure before that he wasn't going to let Roberto near his best friend again. But the mechanic didn't turn Danny's world upside-down by accident; sitting in front of him now, with his warm touch, smouldering eyes, and heavy words, Richie found it harder and harder to say no. So he got his cell phone from his pocket. He prayed that the mechanic won't make things worse. "RICHIIIIEEE!" Danny hollered on the third ring. "Hey Danny. Where are you right now?" "I'm in the village with Terry...and Rose...and their friends! Omigod! You called at the perfect time...who has better songs: Britney or Rihanna? GUYS!" Danny exclaimed away from the phone. "I have my best friend Richie on the phone RIGHT NOW...He's gonna break the tie!" "Where are you guys going to?" Richie asked, rolling his eyes. "Huh, what? He said Britney!" Richie heard cheers and boos. Danny was laughing. Then there was some scratching and shuffling over the line. "Hello? Richie? Honestly, Britney? What has she done in the last year..." some unknown, belligerent voice began. "Sorry, can you give the phone back to Danny?" Richie asked, annoyed. More scratching on the line. "Richie, I miss yoooou!" Danny whined drunkenly. "I miss you too. So where are you going?" "YOU COMING OUT??" Danny exclaimed. His best friend grimaced and looked at Roberto. The mechanic just wanted to grab the phone and hear the voice that echoed in his head every night. "Yeah. Trevor wants to go out too." "UHH FINALLY! Why do boyfriends have to take my friends away? Huh Terry? Omigod I can't wait to introduce you to everyone at the bathhouse! Richie?" Danny asked, then burped. "Are you guys open?" "The bathhouse? You're going to the bathhouse?" Richie asked incredulously. Roberto's eyes widened. "Yeah! It's half off tonight for students and seniors cos it's Marty's birthday...and he gives me a discount so it's basically free! YEAH COME!" "Uh, okay...I'll see you soon," Richie said, ready to hang up. "WAIT RICHIE! I wanna ask you something." "...yeah?" Danny was silent for a few seconds. Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you think I'll ever find someone like Roberto again?" Richie looked at the mechanic, who was getting up from the chair. "I hope so," he replied as Roberto leaned down, hugged him tightly, and whispered, "Thank you." ----- The mechanic barged into the men's spa and kept his clothes on. It'd been a year or so since he was last here; two guys, one twink and one daddy, were licking his dick like a lollipop. He saw a few familiar faces in the dark hallways; the mechanic gruffly nodded hi and walked on, checking the showers, the theatre room, and passing by the pitch-dark maze-like dungeon room, where he prayed Danny was not at. Then he entered the big sauna, which had several sections. Within seconds, Roberto regretted not taking his clothes off; the humid heat made him sweat profusely. Wafts of steam obscured his vision, showing only groping hands and faces sucking cocks up close. It was a busy night. He heard a laugh and knew it was Danny's. Following the sound urgently, he turned a corner and saw the object of his waking dreams on his knees, giving a blowjob to an older, hairy man lying back on a bench. Roberto walked right up to Danny and tore him away from the languid body he was pleasuring. Their eyes met. As soon as the young man realized who just grabbed him, he wrung his arm free and bolted. "Danny!" the mechanic yelled, giving chase through the hazy, sweltering sauna. A foot came out of nowhere and tripped him; he landed on his forearms and knees, yowling in pain. "Danny! Come back!" He got up and hopped in pain for a few steps, then pushed open the sauna door and sped down the hallway. "Excuse me, what's going on??" an employee with a cleaning cart asked, grabbing Roberto's arm. "Oh, it's you, Roberto," he said when he got a closer look. "Oh, Ian! Young guy, mixed Asian, uh, skinny...he's wearing tighty whities?" Ian looked at Roberto's fully dressed form and frowned. "He went towards the dungeon room." "Shit," he muttered. "Roberto, is everything..." "Yeah, I'm just going to get my boyfriend. He hates the dark. Thanks, Ian!" Roberto navigated the corridors and soon found the rubber curtains that led to the dungeon room. He brushed the curtains aside and yelled Danny's name in the complete darkness. Immediately he heard shuffling and astonished gasps; he headed towards the commotion, bumping into elbows and backs on the way. A few blind turns later, his outstretched hands hit a wall. He stood frustrated for a moment, then grabbed his cell phone and turned on the screen. Naked men, some kneeling, others bent over, cursed and hollered as he shone the lit screen all around. The mechanic saw Danny's back for a brief moment before he slipped behind a nook. Dashing that way with his phone light up front, he rounded the corner and found the young man with his back against the wall. They were in a small stall-like space. "Don't come closer!" he screamed. Danny was now facing two of his greatest fears: darkness and the mechanic. He wanted to go home. "Danny, please..." Roberto took a step. "Don't!" he squeaked. They stood a few feet from each other. The phone cast a dim, ghoulish glow over Danny's shuddering figure. When the light shut off, Roberto pressed the screen to relight it. 'Shut it off!" Danny commanded. Roberto did as told. The they stood silently in the pitch blackness. After a long moment, the mechanic asked, "Can I talk to you?" Danny didn't reply. Roberto waited a bit more, then stepped forward. "Stay back!" Danny screamed, flattening further against the wall. "I'm not gonna hurt you..." "No!" "Please!" Roberto implored. He was losing his mind. He finally, finally got Danny in front of him, but it felt like the young man was forever out of his reach. "I'm sorry, Danny. Please..." Uncontrollable sobs wracked his breathing, interrupting the crucial words he needed to say. "I'm sor-ry...I hurt you. I...I shouldn't have..." He hung his head as warm tears fell on the floor. "I'm so-sor-ry..." He wiped his face furiously. "Can you...can you forgive me-e?" he begged. Still, silence. "Tell me...what to do. I-I'll do anything, Danny...gi-give me another chance...oh Danny..." Roberto burst into tears. Was this it? Was this the best he could do? He felt so desperate that he couldn't think straight. So his emotions took over. "I love you..." he blubbered. And then... And then he felt arms embracing his torso. He hugged back, fast and hard. "Dan-ny...oh Danny! I-I love you!" he choked in the dark. With that, all of Danny's walls came tumbling down. Painful sobs spilled forth. It was useless: he'd tried to run away from the man he loved, but Roberto was everywhere: in his dreams, in every Japanese car he saw on the road, in every glance Richie exchanged with Trevor, in every moment driving from one group of acquaintances to another. He hated Roberto because even though he left the mechanic that Sunday morning, the mechanic never left his mind. He still remembered every kiss, every muscle, every push of his cock inside. He still remembered how he tasted. Now the mechanic has finally caught up with him, and said the words he'd stopped hoping for since that day. It was over; Danny was back at square one: ready and willing to open up and give all he had to Roberto. "Please don't hurt me again..." the young man sobbed, gripping Roberto's wide, solid back. "Please don't..." "Never," the mechanic replied. ----- Danny opened his eyes. Bright sunlight streamed in from the window. He yawned, then turned to check the time on his phone. It was around eight in the morning. Sunday. It felt a bit like déjà vu. The young man's thoughts clouded over briefly. And then Roberto snorted and coughed behind him. "Danny?" He awoke with a start, sitting up. His lover turned around and looked at him. It wasn't a dream; Danny was really back, in his bed. The mechanic blinked and rubbed his eyes. "You okay?" Danny asked. Roberto gazed at the young man's slender, fair-skinned body, clad in white briefs. Then he looked at his lover's face. "I dreamt this wasn't real," he replied. "I dreamt I woke up and you were gone." Danny reached up and stroked the mechanic's chest, the firm, bulging, hairy pecs he masturbated to while they were apart. Roberto closed his eyes and sighed. Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 05 After their episode at the bathhouse last night, they had a long talk at Roberto's apartment, about the past and the future. Roberto apologized, asked for forgiveness and another chance; Danny made it clear he wanted them to be monogamous boyfriends. They would try. Then, for the first time, they fell asleep without having sex. The mechanic leaned down and kissed Danny on the forehead. "How are you feeling?" "Good," he replied, circling his arms around Roberto's neck. The bigger man moved on top of Danny's body. They were both hard. "I dreamt about you every day," the younger man said. "What were they about?" "Sex. Then it turned into a nightmare." "Guess I better work on my technique," Roberto offered, rotating his pelvis. They shared a chuckle. After a while, the mechanic admitted, "You kept me up. I couldn't sleep." He played with Danny's shortened bangs. "Sorry. Go back to sleep." The younger man furrowed his brows. "No, I mean, when you were gone," Roberto said. They returned to quiet thought. Danny broke the silence. "I wanna be with you, Roberto." "I want that too," Roberto affirmed, kissing his lover. Then he confessed, "...I've never done this before." "It's easy. Just don't cheat!" Danny offered, smirking. The mechanic cocked his head and began to tickle his lover. Danny yelped in surrender. "No, but seriously..." he said, his smile fading. "I haven't had sex with anyone since that night," Roberto said, his forehead resting on Danny's. "Really?" the younger man exclaimed. "Slut," Roberto teased. "You're the one to talk!" At Danny's accusation, the mechanic flipped his lover onto his stomach and pressed his weight down on Danny's back. The younger man laughed and flailed his limbs. "What's wrong, Danny? I thought you liked it from the back," Roberto breathed into Danny's ear while tickling his sides. "STOP! AH...you know I like it every way with you..." The mechanic stopped his antics and stared at his lover. Lust lit up in both of their eyes. In a second, they were kissing each other, kicking off their underwear, hungry for each other's tongue and lips after months of separation. Their hands didn't know what to touch first: cheeks, neck, nipples, abs, or dick. So they flew everywhere, manic, greedy, possessive. Amidst the heated commotion, Danny pressed his palms against Roberto's pecs and pushed the bigger man down onto the bed. He then proceeded to lick and bite his way down the mechanic's rippling torso, sucking on the thick treasure trail that coated his eight-pack. "Oh fuck YEAH, Danny!" Roberto moaned, curling his toes as his lover got closer and closer to his lengthening prick. The younger man hissed salaciously when he reached the base of the mechanic's shaft, surrounded by a thick, untrimmed bush of black hair. "Did you miss my lips?" he asked, kissing the insides of Roberto's sturdy, furry thighs. The older man threw his head back against the pillow in frustration. "Fuck, Danny, just suck it!" he demanded. "You have to ask nicely," his lover teased, tonguing his hairy balls. "Argh...please suck my cock!" Roberto yelled. Danny stopped fooling around and dove down on the longest, thickest dick he ever did see. When the back of his throat pressed against Roberto's cockhead, the mechanic had to clench hard to stop himself from ejaculating. His lover's flicking tongue and sucking mouth felt too good to be true; he was close to the edge. "Oh God Danny I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed. His lover sucked harder and faster, driving him over the edge. Roberto clawed the bedsheets as he unleashed volley after volley of hot, slick, flying semen in Danny's starving mouth. "OH FUCK! OH FU...DANNY!" The young man kept sucking. Danny was delirious. No longer did he have to try to remember how Roberto tasted like; it was splashing plentifully right into his mouth. He sucked and sucked at the glans while his muscular stud twitched and writhed below him. "Oh baby, oh Danny, please AH!" With the cumshots slowing down to a slow ooze, Danny released Roberto's swollen dick with a pop and smiled proudly at the mechanic. His older lover grabbed the back of his head and pressed their lips together for a cum-flavoured kiss. "Ready for round two?" Roberto asked with a horny grin. Danny squealed as he was flipped onto his back, and he squealed some more when his lover crouched between his legs and started rimming. "Ah! I missed your tongue Roberto!" The mechanic backed away and asked, "Is that all you missed?" He started fondling Danny's cock and balls. "I missed you so bad...OHH!" The younger man grabbed Roberto's hair as the wicked tongue resumed its plundering. It took several minutes for the mechanic to loosen up his lover; he gave Danny an exquisite blowjob while stretching him out with his fingers. "Just give it to me, Roberto," the younger man whined, taking three fingers with ease. "You been pounded loose by other cocks now?" the mechanic challenged, spreading lube on his slightly bent, nine-inch shaft. "My ass was always yours. Make me yours," Danny pleaded. Roberto growled at the task. "Ready, baby?" he asked, placing the younger man's legs on his shoulders. "Yeah, just thrust it in. I can take it," Danny replied, biting his lower lip. Roberto did just that. He slammed all nine inches inside with one big push; Danny shrieked but took it all. When the mechanic paused, watching his lover's clenched face, Danny grabbed the bigger man's hips and implored, "Fuck me." The mechanic went into overdrive. Danny held on tight to Roberto's meaty buttocks as the powerful top pounded his open hole, with the younger man wailing breathlessly. Meanwhile, his fervent lover grunted and laboured. His sweat dripped onto Danny's creamy skin. The bed squeaked and bounded. Roberto gave one last hard thrust inside Danny's rectum, then pulled out and lifted his lover's smooth, compact body, reorienting him onto his hands and knees. But Danny's mouth was hungry again. "Wait, I wanna taste it!" the younger man blurted. Roberto raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "You hungry for your lubed asshole?" he sneered, crawling around to Danny's face. He fed his throbbing prick to his lover's impatient mouth. "Mmm hmm..." Danny affirmed, first sucking around the crown, then deep throating the girthy cock. The taste of lube and precum mixed together was nasty...and addictive. Roberto cursed and drilled his shaft deeper down his lover's throat; on the third thrust, Danny gagged. "Sorry, baby," Roberto apologized, taking his gooey cock out and bending down to give his lover a soft kiss. He stroked Danny's cheek, then crawled back to the young man's ass. "Wait! I'm not done with it yet!" Danny complained. "Well, I'm not done fucking your ass either!" Roberto retorted, giving Danny's perky little ass a good slap and more lube before thrusting himself back in. Danny squeaked, then pushed back onto the mechanic's veiny pelvis. His lover fucked him with long, slow strokes, aiming at slightly different angles each time to further stimulate the panting bottom. Then he let Danny fuck himself on the massive cock, as he took a little break and smoothed his hands over his lover's moist back, reached under and wrapped his palm around Danny's glans. The young man sang the mechanic's name in wavering pitch. When he was ready, Roberto steadied Danny's delectable bum, climbed onto the bed, bent over the younger man's back, pressed his palms on the mattress, and gave the bottom a fast, feral dicking. His hairy balls smacked wetly against Danny's crack. Danny began one long, rising moan. When he ran out of breath, he broke into a series of falling, agonized sighs. "Roberto..AHH! You're gonna make me CUM AH!" "Cum for me, yeah!" Roberto grunted, biting his lover's neck and left ear. "Omigod ROBERTO! AHH!!" The younger man screamed his release, firing long threads of fresh cum onto the bed sheets. His clenching sphincter milked Roberto's dick ruthlessly. The mechanic kept impaling his hole, making Danny whimper from the hypersensitive stimulation as his cumshots went down to a dribble. "You want me to cum on your face?" Roberto demanded, still fucking hard. "Umm hmm," Danny moaned with eyes closed, his face resting on the sticky sheets as he came down from his orgasm. "Take it. Take my cum," the mechanic muttered, pulling out of his lover as his cock started leaking cum. He brought the cockhead to Danny's face just in time: the first blast fired off and landed, a rope of viscous liquid streaking from his lover's mouth, to his nose, to his shut eyelid, all the way up to his hair. Subsequent blasts covered Danny's content face with messy lines of goo. The young man kept his mouth open, his eyes shut, and whipped his tongue all around, trying to lick up every drop. He ran his hands up and down the sweat-soaked fur on the mechanic's brawny pecs and sculpted core. Roberto sat back and enjoyed the view of his handiwork: Danny's cum-glazed visage. Then he jammed his deflating dick into his lover's waiting mouth and endured the torturous bliss that was Danny's favourite pastime: cleaning cock. He wiped off the semen from his lover's eyelids as best he could, then collapsed forward onto the pillows, groaning and hissing as the younger man kept working on his spent dick below. After a while, he asked wearily, "Aren't your jaws tired, baby?" "Umm...cock's so good though," Danny replied, giving Roberto a few final sucks. "I'm glad you like it," the mechanic sighed. Danny reluctantly released his soft member, wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently. "I'm covered in cum, Roberto," he groaned, not wanting to move his head. "You like that." "In my mouth, not all over my face," he whined. "Picky eater," Roberto teased, maneuvering his body to face Danny. He began to sweep the cum on his lover's skin into his mouth. The younger man swallowed it obediently. Danny ate all of his cum and sucked Roberto's fingers clean. That made the mechanic smile. "Good boy," he said, patting his lover's soft head of hair. "I'm not a boy," Danny grumbled. "You're my boy." Roberto corrected, kissing his lover's nose. They jumped into the shower right after. Under the hot water, they washed each other's body quietly. The graduate and the mechanic found their way back together, now wiser, more committed, and with more understanding than before. Many challenges still lay ahead: approval from Danny's parents; discovering and dealing with each other's flaws and issues; temptation. They would try. ----- Thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed the start of Danny and Roberto's relationship. More to cum...in a while lol. 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