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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.
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"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!"
