Car Mechanic
A/N - this is old lol
Info - oral for favours, MLM, oral (male and male), dirt kink, based in London, Elio’s POV, cocky male, a little dom and sub, praise kink, a little feminisation, sloppy toppy, cumming in pants
It was my first car and it was dinged up and rusty, but it was mine. I’d laboured through the driving classes. London was mostly a walkable city, but this opened up more job opportunities. I was working now on my trucking license.
The mechanic had a surprisingly gentle and kind voice. He described what was wrong with vehicle like a lover describing a paramour. I found myself blushing as I watched his hands articulate the perfect ways he’d turned the wrench and other tools.
“So in the end it’s about a thousand pounds, Elio,” he finished. My mouth dropped open.
“A thousand!”
“Can you not pay?” He asked with real concern.
“No I can’t bloody pay, your receptionist said the most would be five hundred!”
“Sorry mate,” he said, and his head did turn to the side in concern. I was internally panicking. I scrambled for my wallet, wondering what I had on me. Would he take instalment payments? Or did this need to be all upfront?
“You knowwww,” he drawled, looking this way and that as if checking for people. “There is another way I take payment.”
“Yeah, like a program or something, or-“
My words were cut off by the jingle of his belt. I shivered.
“H-Here?” I asked, and I was suddenly very aware of the bulge in his pants. My mouth filled with saliva.
“Can you pay?” He smirked. His smooth voice sent a thrill through me. I shook my head but vocalised nothing. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“Knees,” he crooned and the smirk that curled on his lips was absolutely devilish.
I did as he asked. My pants would be dirtied by the ground, but I didn’t seem to care. I licked my lips as he pulled his boxers just below his balls.
I swore under my breath. It was thick and long, uncut of course, and already dripping with anticipation. I wanted to bury my face in his bush and smell the manly musk of a manual worker.
“Come now, be a good boy,” he coaxed, chucking me under the chin. The condescension mixed with praise made me weak. My mouth fell open.
His heavy cock was slapped onto my tongue and I could feel his balls pulse on my chin. My eager mouth closed around his length. I began to give him the best head I could.
My saliva gathered as I looked up into his bright, mischievous eyes. I let it drool down my chin, the suction sounds began to get louder.
“Fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned. The noise went straight to my already slick cock. I was leaking like a broken faucet. My pants were uncomfortably tight as I bobbed up and down on his considerable length.
He seemed to like the gag I made when he hit the back of my throat. He smiled and his gorgeous hands threaded through my curls.
“Such a good boy on his knees for me. So pretty like this. Such a handsome boy sucking off the dirty mechanic,” he teased. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head.
I liked the grease stains my pristine sweater was likely getting. I got even wetter at the smudges on dirt on his face. He’d been in the bowls of my car and now he was down my throat. How intimate and nasty, that I should pay him like this.
I swirled my tongue around his girth. The sounds of pleasure he made were electrifying me. I could feel every vein. His meat was sweet, mixing with the salt of the copious precum.
“Fuck, such a good boy, such a good throat,” y/n said in a guttural grunt. He was subtly thrusting his hips, like he didn’t know if he could let go and fuck my skull but could hardly hold himself back. I wanted him to absolutely destroy me.
“Fuck me, warm, wet, tight fucking mouth,” y/n gritted out. Now both his large hands were on the sides of my head. I made whimpering sounds around his length. My eyes were molten as I looked into his.
My whole body was an absolute wreck. There was a puddle of lust in my underwear. My chin was a mess of slobber that dribbled from my mouth. Strings of saliva connected my lips with his balls as he began to thrust harder. I was trembling with lust, my cock straining almost painfully against my trousers. Every nerve ending was on fire.
“You gonna be a good boy and let me use this mouth as a cum dump huh?” He asked me. I moaned. I wanted to guzzle his spunk.
“Yeah, that’s it, just like a princess should, from a dirty messy man,” he chuckled. I whimpered at that.
“You almost sound like a girl. Should I spurt down your throat like I would do to a little girl Elio?” He asked me now. I’d never been closer to cumming hands free.
“Fuck this, I think you can take it,” he whispered. His grip on my face became tighter and he began to snap his hips wildly. He was fucking my skull, making my eyes water as he abused my gag reflex.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, bloody hell I’m gonna bust!” He exclaimed. Soon, hot spurts of cum were exploding in my mouth. I was swallowing eagerly. The essence satisfied me in a way I’d never experienced. my cock twitching in tandem with his emissions.
“Holy hell, that was amazing, best throat I’ve had in a while,” he sighed.
However, then he looked down at me. I’m sure I looked like a pathetic so and so with my glossy chin, needy eyes, and incredibly hard cock.
“Poor thing,” Y/n smirked. He pressed his scuffed sneaker against my bulge. He rubbed it a bit and I caught a whiff of its scent, his scent. The scent of a man who worked up a sweat and got dirty all day as he worked with his hands.
I gasped and I began to cum in my trousers. My face was beet red as he forced me to maintain eye contact throughout my orgasm.
“I’d say that’s payment enough, but you can leave your boxers as a tip if you like,” he winked. I nearly got hard again wondering what perverted things he’d do with them, and I realised I wanted to take part in it.
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