Body Shop Virgin

SNAPS-Body shop virgin.

By: Jstarret78

Editor's note: Memories, fantasies, tales I've heard, they are part of these short stories.

Just had my right fender repaired. It was a simple fix but took an unexpected turn.? My name is Kevin, a straight guys, just out of college. This was a life changing experience, brought on by submissive feelings I can't begin to explain, and left me confused.

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I'm looking at the scrape on my fender and kicking myself for being so careless. When entering an underground parking facility, I misjudged the wall and scraped the front right fender. I've had this car awhile, and I love it. It's a 2016 Hyundai Sonata, black and fast.

That is where this experience begins. It had to be repaired, as there was little room in my budget for another car. I'm new in the business world and have to watch my finances. At 25, right out of college, I'm focused on making use of my accounting degree. My interests revolve around work and a healthy lifestyle. That means trips between my job and the gym.

I'm considered a good-looking guy, five feet, nine inches tall, weighing about 150 pounds. I work out and it shows. When at the gym, I see the results when I pass a mirror. I had it under control and felt good about it.

The damage to the car was not that bad, and I had no intension of going through insurance. I searched Google and found a popular body shop close by. Arriving there, I entered an impressive lobby. A girl sitting at the reception desk looked up and asked if she could be of help, or more like, 'how can I help you,' along with a seductive look. Maybe I should get to know her better.

"I need some body work done," I replied.

With a sexy smile, she lifted the phone and requested help, never taking her eyes off me. Minutes later, a guy came out of a side office and walked over to where I was standing. He said, "where is the car?" I answered, "out there," as he followed me to the parking lot.

When I left the showroom, I glanced back, thinking to myself, 'she would be an easy score.'

He evaluated the damage, even underneath, each time writing something down on his iPad. We returned to the lobby, and he asked for a minute to write it up. As I waited, I decided to make some small talk with the receptionist, but before I could get over to her, the guy came back with the estimate.

When he handed me the estimate, my eyes went right to the bottom line. I hope he didn't see the obvious shock on my face. The quote came to $1500. Composing myself, I thanked him and said, "I'll have to think this over." No way in hell was I going to pay that much. The quote squashed my intension to feel out the receptionist, so I left.

After visiting several other shops, the results were pretty much the same. At one point in my search, I found a shop, whose listing was in small print. 'Black's Auto Body' they claimed to fix all makes and models, so I gave them a call.

I dialed and waited while the phone rang. It rang for a while and I was about to hang up, when the phone was picked up.

"Hello," a voice answered.

"Hey, hi, I need some body work done."

"What kind of body work?"

" Scraped fender."

"Bring it in today or tomorrow. I'll take a look. Anytime, I'm usually here."

"Maybe I'll come by today. By the way, I'm Kevin."

"Ok, Kevin, I'm Carl, see you later."

Entering the address on my GPS, I drove off for the estimated fifteen minute drive. A body shop sign at the end of a driveway told me I arrived, and I turned right into a narrow driveway. In about a thousand feet it opened to a two acres clearing. To my right was a small home and in front of me a shop, well more like a barn with a body shop sign on the front. It wasn't sophisticated and I began to have my doubts. Entering through a door marked 'office' I found myself in a small room with a messy desk and all kinds of automotive parts laying around. It was summer, and inside the office there was no relief, it was stuffy and unusually warm. There was an air conditioner whirring in the window, but it wasn't doing much good. The bell on the door announced my arrival and soon a guy entered from the shop.

He looked about 60 years old, skinny, wearing Oshkosh overalls. Under a Yankees cap he had a crop of messy mixed grey hair with a small mustache and goatee. He was tall and had a few inches on me.

Looking me over he said, "what can I do you for young man?"

I'm Kevin, the guy needing body work done, we spoke on the phone."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. Let's go see what we got."

We marched out to the car where Carl did his thing. I stood there expecting another expensive quote. Eventually he finished, turned to me, and said, "The repair will be four hundred."

"You'll fix it and paint it?"

"Of course, why?"

"Just making sure."

"Yeah, well, I'm sort of semi-retired and only take on simple jobs. Anyway, you're a young kid, it will help you out some."

We agreed to the work and then stood around for a while talking. As we talked, I grew to like him. He seemed genuine and interested in what I said. I enjoyed our conversation.

The next day I planned to drop the car off, but didn't have anyone to drive me back home. Carl was the only one in the shop, so I couldn't figure out a way to get this done. When I arrived at the shop, and mentioned my dilemma, he said, 'No problem' and drove me back to my apartment.

Three days later, the weather was sweltering. Carl called me to say the car was ready, and he was coming to pick me up. I put on a t-shirt and pair of thin breathable shorts.

When I saw the car, it was perfect, I couldn't tell it had any damage at all. We went to his office to settle the bill. I had forgotten how stuffy the office was. I handed him the cash with a small tip. He asked if I would like a beer or something to drink. I was in no rush so why not?

"Thanks, sounds good."

"Coming right up," he replied.

We talked and laughed for quite a while and got to know each other. He told me he lived alone and managed the shop on his own as well. He didn't need to work but enjoyed body work. He liked living alone in that small house; it suited him. It was isolated from the street and city noise, making it a great location. I ask him if it was lonely to which he answered, 'not really'. He went on to tell me, he had lived with a woman friend for a while, but that didn't last. This turned the discussion to loneliness and frustrations. The conversation eventually arrive at relationships we had experienced, good and bad. We both contributed stories, and some off-color humor, but I enjoyed it.

During a quiet period, Carl asked, so, what are you up to?"

"You know the drill, I pretty much told you everything I was doing," I replied.

"No, I mean, are you dating, how's it going in the hook up world."

We started talking about the world of being single and hooking up. Working on my second beer, I went into detail about some of the dates I had and how life was in the dorms and even the gym. "We're socially uninhibited these days, you know, sexual freedom and all." When I finished the second beer, we were still talking about it. My empty stomach quickly let the beers go to my head.

The conversation entered a new phase as we discussed sexual freedom, and experiences we both had.

Carl surprised me by saying, "I've had all kinds of partners over the years, all races and sizes. Damn, a few times, I hooked up with a guy I knew."

"Get the hell out of here, you went that far?"

"Well, it was a dry spell, and he was a little lite in the loafers; I did get some great head and even managed to fuck him a few times."

"That's well beyond anything I've considered possible."

Carl thought for a minute before saying, "come to think of it, he really enjoyed it. Told me Is was a good workout."

"I guess it would be," I said laughing.

"I figured you must work out."

"Yeah, I'm a gym rat, and head for the gym right after work. It's the right time to go. I do my routines, shower and go home."

"It doesn't bother you walking around the in the buff?"

"Never think about it, why should I, it's all guys. Just don't drop the soap," I said with a laugh.

Carl started laughing, "man, that's crazy. I don't know if I could." I assumed he had never been at a gym.

As buzzed as I was, the question made no sense. We were both loosened up by now, and a little horny, so, not thinking, I spouted off, "There's nothing to see, just a bunch of guys coming or going. I have no problem walking around home, at the gym, it doesn't matter where, I'm comfortable being naked."

Carl looked surprised, "You're kidding, how could you do that."

"Of course, I wouldn't do it in public or do something illegal, but it wouldn't bother me, it's nothing."

The office was unbearably warm, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea. I had on shorts and a t-shirt, but it didn't help. By then, I was halfway through my third beer, on an empty stomach, and I was really buzzed. The room was getting muggy, so I asked, "Why not pump the air conditioning."

"The fucking compressor kicked off a week ago, low on Freon, I never looked into it. I'm in the shop mostly and never really use the office."

After a brief interlude, Carl's conversation went right back to discussing the gym and nudity, "I'm certain with the way you look, you had no problem getting the girls under you."

My face flushed; I was not sure how to answer. Looking at Carl, the shyness must have shown on my face.

"Kevin, sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you, but you are in good shape. If I were at the gym, I'm sure I would have noticed you." Again, Carl laughed. We both had a few beers, so these suggestive remarks flowed easily.

"Yeah, sure, all the guy's heads turn when I walk by." I said sarcastically.

"I'll bet the fuck they do; you just don't pay attention."

I sluffed off the remark and took another swig from my beer.

Watching me, Carl said, "I wish I had your build when I was younger. I'd have fucked myself crazy and lined those girls up at the door. I'll bet you look great all natural."

"Amazing actually," I said with a laugh, too high to care, "I look in the mirror all day long,"

During the break in our conversation, I glanced at my watch. "Shit, it's later then I thought, I gotta go," I said as I crushed the third empty beer can and tossed it in the nearby trashcan.

"Really? Why don't you stay a bit longer? I'm enjoying this."

"So am I, but I'm hot and sweaty and need to get home and shower."

"Hey, you're single, what's the rush. I'm always hot and sweaty. I'll get us another beer."

Beer number four, shouldn't, but I was enjoying myself. "Ok, just one more." Which caused Carl to get up and fetch the beer as I sat back down. I was trying to ignore the heat, but it was too much, so I pulled off my shirt.

When Carl returned, he at once noticed and said, "Showing off are we?"

"It's too damn hot to keep it on."

The beer was working through me, and suddenly, I had to piss, and asked, "Where's the restroom?"

"Go out the shop door, turn right, next door on the right."

I headed for the restroom but had trouble walking straight. When I finally got there, I found the bathroom a greasy mess with an old porcelain toilet. I lifted the seat and took aim. It wasn't easy, I wasn't steady and had a bit of trouble keeping it in the bowl. Man, I was really tight.

The sink worked and bleary eyed, I turned on the water. It blasted out with such force; it ricochet off the basin all over me. I stumbled trying to turn it down. When I did, I washed my hands, tore off a paper towel, dried my hands, and returned to the office.

Carl looked at me as I entered, "What, did you take a shower in there."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're soaking wet."

I guess I was too blitzed to notice, but when Carl mentioned it, I looked down to see that it was more than wet. Drops of water were running down my legs. The whole front of my shorts were soaked.

"How the hell did that happen?" I asked mumbling, "it's that stupid faucet in there."

Carl laugh and said, "Take them off, I'll throw them in the dryer."

Holding my beer, I took another drink and said. "Can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm not wearing underwear." That came out easy.

It struck Carl as funny and after he stopped laughing, said, "who goes around without underwear? Anyway, what does it matter to you, right? All of a sudden you're shy?"

"I'm not shy, it's just---."

Carl cut me off, "It's ok. You can sit in your car with wet pants. It will take a year for it to dry out, but it's up to you."

"Fuck, who the hell cares," I said as I kicked off my flip flops and dropped my shorts, handing them to Carl. I was standing in this rundown office, butt ass naked."

"I'll come back with a towel."

"I guess you don't have to join the gym now," I wise cracked.

"What are you talking about, it's no big deal, right? You walk around naked all the time," Carl said, with a crooked smile.

I was nursing the fourth beer, not thinking clearly. Turning to Carl, I said, "Yeah, I walk around nude all the time, but not in a beat up barn with a guy I hardly know."

"On come on Kevin, look around, there ain't nobody for miles, whose to see, and I think we're friends by now. Do you know every guy in the gym? I don't think so."

Carl left to throw my shorts in the dryer.

Even though I was buzzed, I felt a jolt run through me when he suggested I take my shorts off. Maybe I was an exhibitionist. In any other venue, no one paid attention to me. Now I noticed, my cock was giving me a problem. That's funny, even when I'm drunk?

All our joking and banter back and forth made us both horny. When Carl returned, he handed me a towel. After I dried off, we both sat down to wait for the dryer to finish up. Setting my naked butt on the chair, felt weird. I laid the towel across my lap. Carl looked at me and said. "I've got to tell you. I have never personally, ever seen a guy in better shape. Where the hell is all the hair, I'm a monster compared to you, and you have a great ass."

That was a massive escalation of our conversation. But I was so uninhibited that his comment didn't even make me blink. Feeling so fucking on display, I replied, "Thank you, I guess, and I've never been hairy," Looking at Carl I continued, "so, now you're an expert on male anatomy."

"Walk around a bit, it will help you clear your head. I just think the whole thing is funny." Carl remarked, amused.

"You won't think it's amusing if I get sick all over your office."

Why would I listen to Carl, but I stood up anyway, letting the towel fall to the floor. I left it there, as I might fall over if I went to pick it up. I strutted around the office a few times, but my dizziness forced me to sit back down.

"The ladies must love that cock." Carl said.

"On more occasions than you could imagine."

"Oh, I can imagine, ladies drool over a cock like that, but I think your ass is your best asset."

"So do I," I wise cracked and started laughing.

Carl started laughing as well. Standing up, he began undressing. I watched, blearing eyed, as he took his shirt off, then shoes, then pants. He was standing in his socks and underwear. Turning to me he said, "See, I'm not embarrassed."

For his age, he had a decent build, certainly hairy, but when I glanced at his crotch, I noticed his erection. That sobered me up fast.

"Carl, we're both out of our minds. What the hell are we doing anyway? I really gotta go." I said standing up and reaching for my clothes. I forgot my shorts were in the dryer. My stomach was not happy, and I worried about driving home in my condition, so I sat back down.

"You think my shorts are dry?" I asked.

"Probably, but before you cover up, show me that ass again," Carl said as he sat back down.

"Why do you want to look at my ass. That's crazy. You got one too, go home and look at it in the mirror or something." What a fucking conversation.

"No man, I am totally stunned by your body. I really mean it." Carl said, looking a little sheepish, "I can't hold a candle to your build. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No problem, just joking. I'm kinda proud of it myself." I asked again for my shorts.

Carl went to fetch them. When he returned he held them out to me. When I reached for them, he pulled them back.

"So, you're not going to show me that ass, just one time?"

"What the hell" I said as I stood up, turned around and stood there. "Good enough, happy?"

Carl didn't answer, so I continued standing, my back to Carl, not paying attention. He must have gotten up from his chair and come up behind me. He embraced me with one arm pressing his body against mine. I felt his erect cock through his underwear poking my ass. His other hand went to my ass, massaging it, as his finger worked their way up my butt crack. This all happened so fast, it caught me off guard.

Before I could say anything, Carl's shaky voice said, "Kevin, I don't think I can stand it. Are you sure you wouldn't want to stay a while? Do you really have somewhere to go?"

That woke me up. "Carl, What the hell are you talking about? What are you thinking? Are you crazy or something? Spend time doing what? I'm going home."

Carl backed up with his hands in the air, "Hey, no problem, I'm sorry. But I'll be pulling my meat dreaming about that ass."

Hearing it out loud shook me up. I took my shorts from Carl's hand and moved away. I walked over to where my t-shirt and flip flops were and put them on. I was fumbling as I dressed, especially with this partial erection. But, once dressed, I looked back at Carl, who was now sitting on his chair, rubbing his crotch. I ignored that and said, "Take it easy Carl, sorry I messed you up, it was a crazy afternoon."

"Thanks for the show, you're really hot, but you better be careful driving home, so you don't damage that ass," Carl laughed loudly as if it was the funniest thing he ever said.

What the fuck did he mean by that. I shouldn't have done this, but no harm done. Before I walked out the door, I turned to ask Carl what the hell he meant, but when I looked, his cock was out and hard, and he had a big grin on his face.

Ignoring the view, I walked to my car and drove home, strangely sober.

During the short 15-minute drive, my cock was hard, it wouldn't give up. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. What happened back at the shop was plaguing me. When I thought back on how I stood naked in front of Carl, a guy I met only a week ago, my cock would pulse again, painfully. I couldn't wait to get home and get some relief.

Arriving home, there was only one thing on my mind. I quickly fled to the bedroom, stripped out of my shorts, laid down and took hold of my cock. Just holding it felt ridiculously wonderful. One stroke and it would twitch, ready to bust, confusing the hell out of me.

I picked up one of my girly mags, but I couldn't focus, my mind wandering back to this afternoon. A chill ran through me as I realized I was horny because of my encounter with Carl. The memory intensified the closer I came to cuming. I visualized the moment I dropped my shorts, standing naked in a stranger's office. In no time, my cock convulsed. I came hard, and it felt good.

"Shit, what was that?" I said to myself. Now I felt embarrassed for exposing myself. That's not me, I like the girls, and that was it. But the truth was that I exploded fantasizing over Carl and our afternoon together.

I masturbate a lot between hookups, but now when I grab my dick, and start to rub one out, my thoughts go back to the body shop. I couldn't finish unless I remembered Carl grabbing my ass, his fingers moving up my butt crack. I'd shake it off afterwards, hoping it would fade so I could get back to my old self. I was questioning what my old self was.