Sometimes the most mundane task can turn out to have unexpected benefits. One evening after work Matt calls into the garage to pick his car up and finds that automobiles are not the only thing the hunky mechanic services.
The world of spark plugs, distributors and carburetors is as foreign to Matt as ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. His is a world of fashion, of pampered matrons and designer frocks. Burly blokes with whiskers and tattoos make him nervous and it is with some trepidation that he knocks on the door of the garage after it has closed for the day. “What do ya want, mate?” Sam, the mechanic calls through the door. “We’re closed!” But without his car, Matt has no way of getting home. Therefore he has no choice but to appeal to Sam’s good nature to let him in and get his car. Finally Sam relents and after taking Matt through the list of charges, the hairy, oil-streaked mechanic gives Matt what can only be described as incredibly personalized service.
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Matt found his mind wandering again. The smell of sweat and oil on Sam was almost overpowering, but it was a horny aroma; one that made his heart beat faster, and got his blood pumping. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in as deeply as he could. He admired the way the muscles in Sam’s forearm moved beneath his tattooed skin when he wrote and how white his teeth were in contrast to the tanned and oil streaked skin of his face. Soon Sam’s voice became background noise to the fantasies in Matt’s head. His cock was now at full mast, jutting across the front of his pants and clearly visible. It strained against the tight black fabric of his trousers, demanding to be freed and with each dirty thought it twitched slightly.
Then Sam looked directly at him. He had stopped speaking and Matt realised that he’d been asked something.
“I’m sorry my mind was somewhere else,” he apologised. “What was that?”
“I just asked ya sign the bottom here if ya agreed with everything I said.”
Sam handed him the pen.
“Ya know when someone is explaining something to ya, ya really should listen.”
Matt felt his cheeks burn. He gingerly took the pen from Sam and signed the bottom of the page, which Sam then tore out of the book.
Matt fished his wallet out from his back pocket and looked up just in time to catch Sam glancing down at the bulge in his pants. Matt cleared his throat and handed him six fifties.
“Mate, we haven’t got any change,” Sam said taking the money from Matt, “though I might have a twenty.”
Sam dug around in his pockets and found a couple of crumpled ten dollar notes which he flattened out and handed to Matt along with the receipt.
“Car’s out here,” he said gesturing for Matt to follow, and together they went out into the garage workshop.
“Thanks a lot, Sam,” Matt said. “I really appreciate all your help.”
Sam didn’t reply until they got to Matt’s car. Then, he turned around and leaned against the body of the black coupe.
“I noticed how much ya appreciated my help,” he said looking down at Matt’s crotch.
Matt didn’t know where to look. He couldn’t believe that someone so masculine would be interested in his crotch or that he would be so forthright about his desires in a place of business.
Wayne Mansfield is a resident of Perth, Western Australia. Over the past six years he has had many of his erotic novellas and books published in the US, the UK and also his native Australia. While many of his earlier stories were based on personal experiences, these days Wayne prefers to write dark erotica, a combination of his two loves - sex and horror. “Motorbike” is the sixth story from his “The Shape of a Man” series, a celebration of men and male sexuality in all their various forms. For a full list of published works and also up to date news and information about forthcoming releases, please check out his website:
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