Junkyard Suck

It was a warm spring day in May of 1994. The grass was a lush green from the spring rains and the delicious warmth of the sun was kissing my skin. With a day off from work, I looked forward to grabbing a couple of burgers and cruising around with the sun roof off. I had just gotten onto the interstate when I heard it. Clunk, wham!!! Looking behind me, I saw the driveshaft from my 82 Cutlass laying in the middle of the road. I quickly steered over to the shoulder and got out to survey the damage.

Fortunately for me, the rear u joint had snapped, causing the driveshaft to slip out of the back of the transmission. The car itself was probably OK. The driveshaft didn't fare so well. I called AAA and they sent a wrecker out. They were kind enough to tow me across town to Miller's Automotive, where I usually got my repair work done.

Once inside, it took my eyes a moment to adjust. The garage was pretty dark and I saw a few mechanics milling around.

"Can I help you, Sir?" asked a young voice. I turned and saw one of the mechanics. This boy was CUTE! He looked to be in his early twenties. His hair was a dark blonde and tousled. His fingers were surprisingly long and thick and there was grease under the fingernails. He wore a tan pair of overalls embroidered to read "Mike". The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing a veiny pair of biceps. I didn't realize that several seconds had elapsed as I continued to stare at his rugged frame. This guy had the face of a boy and the body of a man.

"Sir, is that your Cutlass?"

"Oh, I'm sorry...Yes. With the broken drive shaft."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but it's worse than that. You've got a broken yoke, too. Where the driveshaft hit the ground, it took a pretty hard whack."

"Oh shit. Now what do I do?" I knew that Mike could tell I was concerned. That damn car was my pride and joy. I'd equipped it with mags, a CD changer, and a hell of an amplifier. I really didn't want to leave it there overnight.

"Well, Mr. Hughes, I can get you another one, but it's gonna have to come from Sloan's Salvage. If you've got some time, I can run out there with you and we'll pick out the part and bring it back. Heck, it's been a slow day. I can use the break."

I was impressed with how polite this kid was. How could I turn down an offer like that?

"First of all, my name is also Mike. You can call me that. I'd sure appreciate that. I wish I could pay you for your extra effort."

"Think nothing of it. You just seemed like someone that needed a hand. We all need help from time to time." I thought that I detected a slight smile on his face. Maybe it was just the twinkle in those blue eyes.

Anyway, we climbed in Mike's old F-150 and headed out to Sloan's Salvage. The fat old fart at the gate greeted us and directed us to the back of the lot where the older GM cars were kept. Mike brought a small set of tools with us.

I found an early 80's Cutlass very similar to mine. The rear end had been jacked up a little, evidently by some kid that had owned it.

"Cool...This one's gonna work out fine, Mike. I'll crawl under the car and you can hand me what I need."

Sliding under the car as far as the pumpkin, Mike started to remove the drive shaft.

"Hand me that strip of quarter inch sockets and the small drive, if you would. I need the extension too."

I did as he requesed.

"Thanks."

I couldn't help but look at his tan coveralls. There was a pretty nice bulge in the crotch. Mike shifted his weight a little and I saw his hand come down to scratch his nuts. The way he was twisted, he looked kind of uncomfortable doing it. He had to bend his arm clear around to reach his crotch. He took a quick scratch and returned to his work.

"Damn, these coveralls are getting warm. I'm roasting in 'em. It won't be much longer. Say, can you hand me that pouch of combination wrenches?"

I started to hand him the tools. It was hard for him to slide out, so I slid part way under the car. As I crawled toward him, I put my hand on his thigh,just below his basket to steady myself.

Mike squirmed just a little and drew in his breath sharply.

"I'm sorry. Did I put too much weight on you?". I handed him the wrenches.

"No, it's ok dude. I'm just a little touchy. My girlfriend broke up with me and it's been a couple of weeks. I'm just real sensitive. I need to get laid."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How long did you guys go out?"

"We were going together for about six months. We used to fuck all the time. I guess that's all we had. The worst part is that she dumped me for my best friend. She said I would never amount to anything and she only dated me to piss off her parents."

I felt for the kid. "You're OK as far as I'm concerned. It doesn't matter what you do as long as you do it well. I get put down a lot for what I do, but after a while, I learned to ignore it. You have to be secure with what you are."

Mike then asked "Well, what are you good at, then?" I thought the kid would never ask. I knew that since he was trapped, I didn't have a whole lot to lose.

"Don't put me down for this and I'll show you." With that, I cupped his basket through his coveralls and Mike flinched. I squeezed his dick again.

"Knock that shit off! I'm no homo. Uhh!" I continued to rub his crotch and I could feel his cock starting to respond, even through the heavy fabric.

"Get off me. Quit it. I don't UHHHH want this! Stop!

Mike was powerless to stop me. I didn't think that he really wanted me to quit, so I unzipped his coveralls and slid my hand inside.When I contacted his soft, white cotton underwear I could feel his dick growing harder by the minute. I scooped his cock and balls out of the coveralls and exposed them to the air.

Not fully hard, his meat was about seven inches long and about average thickness. His balls were hung and they felt heavy. I stroked a few times up and down the shaft.

Mike was silent now, but not for long. In one gulp, I swallowed his dick and I felt his hips lurch.

"Uhhh! MMMMM! Suck, it....Yeah...Lick the knob!" I ran little laps around the top of his prick. A little bead of precum formed. I knew that he would like getting his dick sucked. All guys like it!

By now, I figured that he was mine. A quick survey of the area revealed that noone else was nearby. I started giving Mike one of my classic blowjobs - Lots of slow motion and licking...They way he responded, I knew that he wouldn't hold out long.

It was as hard for me to get wrist action going as it was for Mike. I needed to rely on my dicksucking skills alone. Up and down I went on his dick..I plunged that hot poker into my mouth again and again. Mike was really getting into it and moaning. Drop after drop of precum poured into my mouth.

I took one of my fingers and put it near Mike's asshole. Slowly, I ground that finger into his pooper as I continued suck his meat.

"Yeah, That's right...Ohhh...Man. Suck it. I want you to. Lick my dick. I want to fuck you bitch. Suck it and eat my cum. Here it comes for ya!"

I watched his beautiful face tighten up as he got closer and closer. "Uhhh! MMMM!! Take it!!! UHHHHHH! UHHHHHH! UHHHHHH!"

Squirt after squirt shot into my mouth and I licked up every drop. After licking his softening cock clean, I tucked him back into his coveralls and backed up. There was still no one else in that area of the yard.

It was then that I heard a clunk and the driveshaft came loose. Grinning, Mike carried it up to the front and I gave the old man $15 for it. When we got back to Miller's Garage, Mike put the new part in and the old Cutlass was as good as new. The boss, Karl, came out of his office.

"Did ya guys have any trouble out there?"

Mike winked at me and answered. "No. Mr. Hughes got the shaft that he was after."

I could hardly keep a straight face. I knew that this kid and I were going to do a lot of business together after that.

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