Anthony stood there with a baseball bat behind his head, his fists grasping it causing his biceps to bulge in two huge mounds of flesh. His huge hairy chest flared out making his natural v-shaped body even more pronounced. He wasn't wearing a cap so his freshly-washed hair hung down into his face contrasting to high and tight sides of his head. His new scruffy goatee made him look more mature and masculine. His gaze turned my way, I caught his eye for a second, or so I told myself. I figured he was looking at the girl with big tits walking near me. He turned back and kept talking to his coach. He twisted his muscular ribs and the end of the bat hit the ground in front of him. The aluminum rested between his hairy thick thighs like a giant metal cock and that wasn't far from the absolute truth. He leaned forward a bit, resting his weight on it as he listened to his coach. The last sight I saw as I walked into class was his big muscular ass covered by the thin material of his gym short and wondered if he was wearing a jockstrap.
After class, I was in no rush to leave even though it was late and starting to get dark. It was the evening when Anthony had his tutoring session. I got a soda and walked to the parking lot. Anthony's truck was still there, several spots down from mine. A group of girls, cosmetology students, walked past me and loaded up into their cars, leaving me, Anthony and a few staff cars left in the parking lot.
I got in my car and tried to crank it. My car wouldn't start. Alrighty then, I thought as I saw Anthony walking down the covered walkway toward the parking lot. I got out and opened the hood as Anthony walked into the parking lot wearing his baggy gym shorts and a muscle-hugging white t-shirt with the baseball logo on it.
"Yo, Kent!" he yelled to me. "You having car trouble, dude?" he asked opening his truck door, throwing in his backpack. He pulled his shirt off and slapped on a cap backward. He walked over to my car. "Let me have a look at it."
"I'd appreciate that. My parents left for the weekend and I have no clue what to do," I told him. "But I don't want to mess up your plans for a Friday night."
"I ain't doing shit tonight, man," he answered as he leaned under the hood. I could see every sinewy strong muscle in his back. He looked around the engine and then walked back to his truck. He grabbed a flashlight and a can of smokeless tobacco.
I looked at the can in his hand, disappointedly. He saw me.
"This is just some herbal stuff, no tobacco. Damn, you're as bad as my ma and those fucking cheerleaders," he chuckled as he took a pinch and put it under his lip. "Ya'll need to just be fucking happy I quit the hard shit."
Anthony was the epitome of a redneck in his habits, like his life was a country-western video and he was the dippin', beer-drinkin', truck-drivin' star. Fuck, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of him - thick muscled body, hairy torso, jet black hair, tanned olive complexion. He seemed to hardly ever keep his shirt on for very long.
He put the can down and grabbed the big flashlight. He asked me a few questions and I moved closer. The smell of wintergreen and his natural musky scent was intoxicating. I noticed his ass was particularly defined in his shorts, the two halves of his ass looking like two round melons.
"You made anybody mad lately?"
"What?"
"You've got a cable missing. You could get another at the auto store but it closed at five. Somebody didn't want you going anywhere. Maybe somebody's idea of a joke."
"You're kidding me, right?" I said, looking under the hood.
"I shit you not. You're dead in the water, dude."
"Show me," I asked him, trying to look outraged and shocked.
Anthony got close to me and I thought I'd pass out from the gorgeous heat and scent of his big hairy body. He twisted a bit and pointed.
"Right there, the cable..." he started.
"I don't see," I interrupted.
Anthony got behind me, pressing into me. He stretched over me and put his hand on some thing and fluttered his fingers.
"See my fingers? The cable should be connected here."
"Ohhhhhh," I responded, but mostly because I could, even through my shorts, feel his hog of a cock sliding against the crack of my ass. "Oh, I gotcha now." I turned my face to his and gently pushed my ass against his crotch. There was a still silence and then Anthony flicked the light off, still looking at me.
"I appreciate you taking a look. I owe you one," I told him, smiling.
Anthony pulled away and grabbed his can of fake dip. He walked back to his truck and put everything inside. He turned away and spat in the grass, looking like he was adjusting his crotch. He walked back toward me.
"That car's not going anywhere. I can give you a ride home or wherever," he said, scratching at his hairy chest.
"That'd be great! Like I said, my parents are away for three-days and I won't have any other way home."
"Let's go," Anthony said motioning me to his truck.
I debated locking the car since nothing was inside and it wasn't going anywhere. But I decided to lock it anyway, just in case.
Anthony was pulling his shirt back on and straightening his cap when I got to his truck. He motioned for me to get in.
Anthony's truck was pristine, except for the shotgun shells and empty soda bottles. He put the shells in a side compartment and threw all but one of the bottles into the bed of his truck.
"Ready?" he asked as he twisted the cap off the empty bottle, dropping it into a catch-all. He spit into the bottle and cranked up the big truck.
I didn't say much at first on the way home. I just breathed in the smell of the truck. It smelled of Anthony - musk, leather, wintergreen, and motor oil.
Being an only child, his parents had bought him a brand-new truck for his twenty-first birthday. A major league scout was coming to watch him play, and they were placing their bets on an easy retirement.
"I'm surprised you weren't hanging out with Jamie or going into the city...it being a Friday night and all," I finally said.
"Nah, Jamie and I ain't having much to say lately." He spat in his bottle and wedged it between his legs. Caught him eating Megan's pussy the other night when they thought I was out at the gym."
"Damn," I told him, sympathetically.
