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(Uncensored) The Mechanic - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-25 02:29:31 +0000 UTCAll characters are consenting adults (18+) I am in my workshop, inhaling the smoke from my cigarette while the warm rays of the sun caress my face. It's one of those quiet days, with no customers in sight, but the calm allows me to immerse myself in my thoughts. My existence is a constant struggle, sweating it out to keep this business afloat and pay the bills. Beside me, an old classic van, witness to countless repairs, watches me silently. My attire is business as usual: a worn-out T-shirt that reveals my beer belly, worn-out jeans that have seen better days, and shoes soaked with the grease that is my bread and butter. I'm a mature man, 42 years old, with an unkempt beard that hides my double chin and a body that betrays my love of beer and hearty meals. But I am proud of who I am, with no regrets.
Suddenly, a deafening roar interrupts my peace. As I lean out the window, my eyes meet a gleaming sport truck, fresh from the dealership. A man, with a body sculpted by the gods, glides gracefully from the driver's seat. His muscles are defined under tight clothing that leaves little to the imagination, especially in the area of his firm ass and wide hips. Fuck, she's a piece of meat with legs, I think, as my eyes devour her figure. She looks younger, but her look denotes experience and confidence. He walks towards my workshop with firm steps, and I feel his gaze on me,
"Hey, boss, I've got a little problem with my car. It's giving me problems and I have no fucking idea about mechanics," he says with a smile that makes my dick hard.
I gesture for him to come in, inviting him into my kingdom of grease and tools.
"Come in, come in, make yourself comfortable, what's wrong with your machine?", I ask, trying to sound professional.
He approaches me, and his scent of cologne and deodorant hits me hard. My eyes linger on his legs, muscular and tanned, highlighted by a pair of shorts that leave little to the imagination. My gaze descends to his crotch, where a prominent bulge is outlined under his clothes. Fuck, this guy's got a hard-on, I think, aroused by his obvious erection.
"The engine chokes and makes a weird noise. My wife says it sucks, but I like powerful cars," he jokes, stroking the hood of his truck with one hand.
His comment makes me laugh, but I'm actually about to cum in my pants. I motion for him to sit at my desk, and he settles in with his legs slightly spread, revealing his erection showing under his clothes. His body odor, a mixture of sweat and male pheromones, wafts over me,
"Let me take a look...mmmm, this is a more serious problem than I thought. I'll need a more thorough check-up. By the way, what's your name?", I ask, trying to keep my composure.
"Diego," he replies in a husky voice, looking at me with intensity. "And you, what's your name?"
"My name is Enrique. Let me give you an estimate and I'll bring it to you tomorrow, okay?"
He accepts, feeling his hand on my arm, causing a tingle to run through my whole body. I can't help but stare at his crotch, noticing how his cock twitches under his pants. The bastard is horny, and seems to enjoy my interest. He watches me with burning eyes, as if he wants to devour me right there.
"Tomorrow, then. Thank you, Enrique. It's a pleasure to meet you," he says, standing up and giving me a view of his perfect ass, marked by his tight shorts.
I blush, aware of my own erection. What the fuck is wrong with me with this guy? I've never felt this burning desire, this fire in my crotch, just to be near someone.
He says goodbye and leaves, but his image and his smell stick in my mind. I can't stop thinking about his body, about the hard cock I can guess under his clothes, about how he would move on top of me. I grab my cock above my pants, massaging my erection. Fuck, today's going to be a fucking long day....
