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"Looks like it might rain", Chad said.  The sky was darker then usual, it
was a quiet day.  "I sure hope not", I replied.  There was one thing I did
hope for though, his rock hard cock.  I hadn't been working there very long,
maybe about a month, most of my shifts were with Chad.  Day after day I
casually dreamed of his oil covered pole being slowly pushed deep inside my
asshole.  Most of the time I could kill the urges with a quick jack-off
session in the public washroom, but today was different.

I started putting some tools away, it was almost quitting time.  "You wanna
give me a hand down here", Chad shouted.  "Sure, no problem", I said.  He
was under a car working on something, I slid under with him.  "Right there",
he said as he pointed to a bolt.  I grabbed the wrench and started working on
it.  I felt something moving up my leg, I was laying down on my back with the
car right above me, I couldn't sit up to see what it was.  His hard
fingernails were inching closer and closer to my cock.  I continued working
on the bolt, as if nothing was happening.  "Almost out", I said, almost
without any breath.

By this point he was taking off my pants, I kept unscrewing the bolt.  He took
my pants off, pulling them right down, my rock hard cock was at full
attention.  It felt like it was going to explode, I could feel his index
finger running around the edges of the tip.  "Do much under the hood", he
asked playfully.  "My first time", I replied.  I was nervous.

Suddenly I felt a wetness surround my member, he took my cock deep inside his
mouth as the bolt fell out of the hole.  "Its out!", I said.  I'm lucky
I got it out then, by this point my entire body was shaking as he moved
his semi-hard lips up and down my curved, shaped, steel hard instrument.  He
knew exactly what he was doing, his toungue pressed firmly against my cock,
moving faster and faster.  I'm surprised I didn't blow it all into his mouth
right then and there, and I'm glad I didn't, the best was yet to cum.

"Now we just gotta put it back in", he said to me with authority.  I couldn't
see much, it was dark.  Motor oil was dripping out of the hole onto me, he
pushed me onto my side.  I heard him taking off his pants, I smiled a bit.  It
was really happening, I imagined what it would be like to feel his cock
spreading my ass apart, I was about to find out.  I could feel the head of his
cock moving around my ass, my asshole was like a beacon to it.  It found
it, and with a powerful thrust drove his cock of might deep inside my already
burning ass.  He pushed it in and pulled it out, over and over, I could feel
the texture of his exposed cock against my asshole, I could feel the heat
building up from the friction.  With every thrust he was getting deeper,
every thrust drove more pleasure to me.  Then, as fast as it had begun it was
over.  I felt a blast of liquid in my ass, and felt it seep out.  I laughed
a bit and looked at him.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, top up your fluids?", he
said and laughed as I played around a bit with his balls.

This was one day I didn't mind staying late.

- Lance.
