Gay Mechanic: Can a gay man be a tradie

by Phillip Lesbirel

  For me, the young guns coming into the workshop to work on their cars was like a smorgasbord of young talent. Stripped to the waist, sweat glistening on their tanned or black skins, their breathing, heavy and laboured as they wrestled with the heavier parts of an engine or gearbox. I could smell their bodies, their maleness and while they were there, I walked around with a permanent hard on. It was on one of those days that Heinriche came into the workshop. We had met a couple of times at Trix, but had not really got going. He had come to let me know he had decided to move on to Brisbane. He had made a contact there over the Internet, and was going to move in with him for a while. I said I was sorry we had not had more time together, and said I would just wash up, and to come with me. Joe saw me move off to the toilet, with Heinriche in tow, and grinned at me when I turned my head his way seeking his approval. Although Joe was my Master, he did not stop me from finding relief for myself from gay clients or acquaintances that dropped by, horny and willing. Heinriche was definitely both on this occasion. I grabbed his head as soon as we entered, placing my lips firmly on his, my tongue swirling around his seeking strength and passion from him, which he gave willingly. Our hands explored each other’s torsos and it was only seconds before we were both naked from the waist up, and working on each other’s shorts. Our lips had not parted for one second, and sweat was already pouring off us both. His odour was there, the expectance of sex, it was his peculiar odour every time we made love, like an indicator from him saying ‘take me, I am yours, I am ready for everything you can give me and more’.

  Our shorts and jocks were ripped in haste from our bodies, and lay at our ankles in a dishevelled heap. Our hands returned to the exploration of each other, mine fondling his tight bubble ass and huge solid balls and sac. His cock was already standing straight and hard between us, using the friction of our bodies to maintain its hardness. My cock was also hard and between his legs, rubbing the area between his sac and his ass. If this was going to be my last fuck with Heinriche, then I had to make the most of it. I went down on Heinriche first, working his cock with long slurping strokes of my tongue and lips over his shaft and cock head. I could see he was yearning for me to take his love juice and I decided to do just that, but to work him slowly, make him want it more than anything in this world, to beg me to drink his cum. With this in mind, I would take him to the brink, and as I felt the tiniest quiver in his groin, I took his cock out of my mouth, and started to kiss his belly button, moving to his man boobs and back to his mouth. I could feel his frustrations, and after doing this 3 times, I relented, and took him all the way, feeling the quiver start then rapidly moving my mouth over his entire shaft, gripping his cock head with my teeth, and biting down hard. The pain and the prior rapid movement caused him to burst forth in torrents, almost making me gag, but I savoured every last drop, milking his manhood for every drop of life giving jizz. I licked him clean, and moved up and kissed him passionately, before moving his head down to my cock. And face fucking him violently. When I felt I was close to cumming, I stood him up, turned him around, and opened his legs wide. I went down, and started to rim him, my tongue savouring the musky odour and taste of his ass. My tongue explored every niche and corner of his ass, finally penetrating his inner sanctum, and lubricating his ass hole. I could feel the anticipation in his body. No longer was he a top when in my presence, he always considered himself the bottom, and looked forward to my penetrating and violating his inner self.

  I let my tongue work his ass, allowing his ass to soften and relax, become comfortable. I normally then entered one, two and sometimes three fingers to open his hole more to allow a reasonably painless entry of my cock, But this would be the last time I would fuck this ass, and I wanted to feel my cock force the rectum open; feel the sphincter grip it with all its might, trying to stop the violation, then relax and accept its fate as I forced it deeper and deeper into his bowel, sliding over his prostate; stimulating his sexual drive to raise his cock once again. I removed my tongue, and immediately moved my cock into place, moving it around till I found the centre of the sphincter then pushing hard to enter his hole with my cock head. It surprised him, as he expected me to use my fingers first. He gave a small groan of pain, followed by one of sexual ecstasy as my cock slipped into his ass, further and further, slowly bringing my balls to slap against his bubble butt cheeks. My needs were in bad need of relieving, and a slow fuck was definitely out of the question. I wanted relief, and I wanted it now. I started pounding his ass violently almost immediately I felt his butt on my balls. I was animalistic in my attack, raping his ass without care to his needs or wants. I wanted his ass, and I wanted to fill that ass as quickly and as full as I could, and it was not long before I came inside him, my anger spent, my love increasing for this German lover. He never complained and always came back for more, but this would be the last time for us both, and I held him tight, my cock still embedded in his body. My cock did not want to soften, and within a couple of minutes, my breathing had returned to normal, but my cock was still hard and wanting, and so I started again, only this time gentle and loving. He never objected, moving his hips to mine, pushing them hard against my groin as I pushed my cock in as far as I could into his beautiful butt. Just then, Joe walked in, saw me chuckers up this guy. He kneeled down, and took Heinriche in his mouth, using our momentum to suck him off. Heinriche was now in seventh heaven, fucked and sucked by two burly workmen, what more could he want on his last day in Cairns. I came for a second time, and Heinriche came seconds afterwards, Joe making sure he got every drop, and cleaning him up as best he could. After my cock finally softened, I pulled out, and Heinriche turned and placed his mouth over my cock and cleaned my cock head and shaft from cum and ass juice. He had got used to this now, and had said in the past that he had come to enjoy that part of our sex together. As we dressed, I noticed Heinriche’s body was covered with dirty greasy handprints and dirt marks, as I had not washed my hands before we had had sex, I turned him around to face the mirror, and started to laugh. He too saw the funny side, and we washed him up the best we could before he left. I was starting to get hard again, as I could smell his body once again, and his man odour made my senses go into overdrive. ‘Control yourself Jerry, life is not all sex, one has to work for the boss too.’ I thought as we walked back into the workshop. There was a young guy about 18, 19 years old working on his latest project on his car, and he looked up as we came out of the toilet. He saw me kiss Heinriche before he left. I did not hide my sexuality any longer; I was gay and not worried who knew it.

  Experimenting with my sexuality

  Joe was working on a flat bed truck, replacing the rear springs. My task was to take the old springs and clean them up in the grease eater before we sent them away to be reset. I was at the grease eater, full mask on, long rubber gloves and rubber apron washing the springs, when the young guy came over behind me. I felt his hand on my ass, and felt it travel down to the area of my crutch, his hand between my legs.

  “Fucking let him alone while he is working Stanley” Joe bellowed, as he had obviously seen the approach by Stanley while my back was turned. “You can fucking have him after work. While at work he is fucking mine, so piss off.” Joe was insistent in his voice, but not angry. Stanley leaned over and whispered in my ear

  “Nice body cunt, but can you fuck hard?” I turned towards him, springs still in my hand.

  “You will find out later tonight won’t you? Meet me at the ‘In-Box’ café around 8pm.” He nodded and walked off. Stanley was part aboriginal, with black tight curly hair, spindly legs, and thin body, but I had learnt not to be deceived by their scrawny appearance, as the Aboriginal men were built for hunting, speed and endurance, and were more than a match for most ‘white fellas’ as they would say. Being Aboriginal and gay, was unusual, and for the guy, most Aboriginal families and tribes would disown him, leaving him out of his culture. Joe later told me Stanley was a closet gay, and to be very discrete with him. He was married and had several kids,
even though he was still only 19 years old. He was also totally illiterate, and Joe was trying to get him employed in his garage as a grade ΙΙ mechanic.

  “That kid knows more about cars than I do. He just eats, sleeps and breathes cars, yet has never read a maintenance manual in his life. He can just look at a part, and know how to pull it apart, fix it and reassemble it perfectly. He cannot find work, as he cannot read or write, and most firms will not employ him, as he cannot read safety signs. But I will, if I can convince the government to subsidise him. He will be a great asset here.” Joe was genuine in his praise, and really wanted to help Stanley, but could not do it without government help. They would subsidise his pay for a period of time, assist in training him to read and write, and with his mechanical training once he was at a level that would allow him to read manuals and teaching trade books. Many of the young Aboriginal men were in the same boat, but most survived on social security, and never worked a day in their lives. At least Stanley showed a spark of life, even if it was only with his car. It was not that their brain capacity would not let them learn to read or write, more the fact that they were raised in an environment that relied on social security; the need not to work, and therefore no need for schooling, which few would attend.

  It had been a very heavy and dirty day at work, and mum had rung to say she would be late, so Joe had offered to drive me home to Westcourt. As we closed the roller doors, I noticed Stanley parked outside the compound. I turned to Joe.

  “I think I already have a ride home Joe,” I said, nodding towards the road. Joe looked over and grumbled something under his breath.

  “If you must, but be sure you are very discrete. Don’t want the tribe down here ready to lynch you.” I said my goodbyes and sauntered over to Stanley.

  “Thought you might like a ride home Jerry, thought a trip up to Machons Beach on the way might be good too.” I got into his car; his car was not very tidy, and so I did not worry about the grease and oil on my clothes. I could smell Stanley’s body odour. He had not had a shower for several days, but it was mixed also with the smell of fuel and was quite a turn on. Most Aboriginal men did not worry about deodorants and such, preferring their natural odour to ooze out of their pores. We drove to the beach, and Stanley took me to one end of the beach where there was an Aboriginal campsite, mattresses strewn about, makeshift shelters covered the area, and cooking pits were to the front near the sand area.

  “Won’t anyone come here?” I asked.

  “No. It will be late tonight before they come here. They are all at the pub getting drunk, and even if we stayed here all night, they are usually so drunk, they wouldn’t even notice us.” We lay down on one of the double mattresses, and started to explore each other. Stanley wanted to take the lead, so I relented, and let him be dominant for this time. He started to fondle me, kissing me and biting me hard on the neck and ears. He moved down, unbuttoning my work shirt, and work shorts, but not removing them.

  “I love the way you smell; like the engine of my car. I can smell the gear oil on you, and the petrol. You smell good brother; you make me fucking horny. I want to ram my black dick up your white ass brother. You never had a fuck till you been fucked by me. I got 4 kids, and my dick could even give you a fucking kid too.” I thought he was just being macho, until I felt his crutch, and what I felt growing there made my skin ripple with excitement. Even on the slack, it was a monster. No wonder he had fathered 4 kids. It was a wonder he hadn’t shot his load into his missus and have it shoot right out her mouth. When I managed to undo his surf shorts, and release his giant cock; he didn’t wear underwear, it was a good 10’” and still growing. I tried to take it into my mouth, but the thickness was almost too much, stretching my mouth to its limits. ‘And he wants to fuck me?’ I thought, man I was going to be split from ear to ear with this monster cock. But if a woman could take him and bare his children, so could I, although to bare his children may be a slight problem. We continued to fondle each other, suck and stroke each other’s cock, and finger each other’s ass. We took our time, allowing our passions to build, and my ass to soften and prepare for a dam good stretching. He was rimming me now, and I knew my fate was close at hand. Would it hurt? Would it tear me? Would he be gentle or an animal? Secretly, I hoped it would be the latter, as I loved rough, raunchy and wild sex. In my short time as an out gay, I had learnt to love the animal passions of man-sex. I could feel his tongue exploring my sphincter, probing and entering, going all the way his tongue could go. I felt a finger enter with the tongue still probing, and then a second. The tongue pulled out, and a third finger entered my ass, working the sides to relax my muscles. Stanley knew his cock was large, and was making sure he would get to enter my body. A fourth finger now, and I could feel the sphincter resisting the stretching, but Stanley was an expert at this, and had my ass relaxed in minutes. Finally, I felt a huge pain and pressure, and realised he had pushed his whole fist into my ass. It hurt like hell, and I felt like the Titanic had just berthed inside me. It was several minutes before I felt any reasonable comfort and acceptance of this fist in my ass, and as my ass relaxed once again, he started to work his fist. It was erotic and caused my groin to react. He used my ass this way for about 15 minutes, before he gently pulled out, but immediately shoved his dick inside me in one smooth siding action, and I hardly felt the difference as my muscles closed over his cock, and he slid slowly back and forth, relaxing the muscles till they gripped him firmly. He then started to pound me hard, harder than Joe had ever done. The length of his cock was frightening, and I felt it ramming into the sides of my bowels. It felt like I was impaled on a cola bottle, with it moving backwards and forwards inside my body. Stanley liked sex, and made sure he used every second he could to draw out the process, pulling out completely for a few seconds, and then ramming it home again. I was rock hard now, and the movement of him inside me, rubbing his huge cock on my prostate inevitably caused me to cum before him. I could take it no longer, and started to move with him, my hips gyrating to his rhythm. I could hear his breathing increasing and finally feel his back start to arch and his legs and groin tremble, as he flooded my ass with his boiling liquid. He seemed to cum and cum; there seemed to be no end, and his cock remained stiff inside me for several minutes after he had spewed his life force into me. When he eventually pulled out, I turned over onto my back, and looked at him and his cock, and decided I liked him a lot, and hoped we could do this often. I had never taken a cock that big before, and yet he knew how to get my tight ass to accept it. He may be illiterate, but he knew the wonders of the world, and he was a great lover.

  Stanley and I would meet many times in the future, and always me as his bitch. I never got to fuck Stanley, his manly smell and approach always gave me the impression that Stanley would kill me first before submitting himself to being someone’s bitch. I did not object, as the feel of his cock inside me and the smell of his manliness was something I desired as often as I could obtain. Later in our relationship, we often spent the night in my bed, and his morning glory was my delight.

  When I eventually arrived home, mum was as mad as hell. She had placed my tea in the oven and it was dried out. It had been there for over two hours. I ate it all, but the steak was a lump of rubber, the mashed potatoes were soggy from the gravy, and vegetables were dried out. I had showered before eating, and had dressed in my casual clothes, the ones I used to check out the local parks and beats. I was meeting Stanley at the ‘In Box’ café in Abbott St., and although owned by a gay couple, was not well known as a gay hangout. Across the road, however, was ‘Head Office’, Cairns local gay bathhouse; pay your money and fuck to your hearts content. Stanley was late, sauntering in about 9pm. He had not washed or changed at all, and I could smell the sex on him. At first I was embarrassed to sit next to him, but within minutes my senses were already starting to work on my groin. His odour was strong, but it was of a man, a sexy sensual man, sex was what he oozed, and sex was what I wanted, and so did my body. I wanted it so bad
now, I wanted to go somewhere and have this man fuck me again. I could still feel slight pain in my rectum from this afternoon, but I wanted him again, to feel that monstrous cock inside me, so long and thick it stretched me to my extreme limit. As he moved his arm across me to kiss me on the lips, I could smell my ass still on his fist and arm. I decided we had to find a motel room, and we would shower together. I suggested this to him,

  “Yeah bro’, no problem, but you pay, I’m broke.” I agreed, and after drinking our beers, we left for the motel on Mulgrave Road, near Aumuller St. We managed to get a room at the back on the first floor, paid our money, and walked up to the room, leaving the car parked down in the open car park. The room was not large, holding a bed, chair, TV, small kitchenette and a small bathroom off to the left. As soon as the door was closed, I started to kiss him, tonguing him, and he responded very passionately. We started to remove each other’s clothes. I started with his T-Shirt, drawing it up over his thin bony chest and stubbled chin. He was doing the same with my T-Shirt, and we stood together chests bare and his hands roaming mine, admiring the broad breadth and muscular torso. I admired his body for its hidden strength; it’s hidden power, developed in his race over 40,000 years of evolution. We did not hurry this moment, as we had that afternoon, but savoured the time we had, and its privacy. Embracing him was a pleasure I had wanted since seeing him in the garage earlier that day. I could still smell the fuel on him, and fuel was becoming an aphrodisiac for me. It was becoming a real turn on. We fell onto the bed, still embracing each other, lips pressed firmly against each other’s. Our hands continued to explore each other, and finally helping each other to remove our shorts and sandals, and he my jocks.