Gay Mechanic: Can a gay man be a tradie

by Phillip Lesbirel

  When we were naked, I raised myself up, grabbed him by the hand, and led him to the shower. After selecting the required temperature, not too hot, with a little coolness, we stepped into the shower cubical, and slid the door closed. We were in our own sexual world now, and I started to soap him up. He lay back against the glass while I applied the soapy lather, soaping every part of his body, his cock, his ass, and his legs. I sucked on his cock while slowly soaping his ass and legs, and when I moved to soap his cock again, I started to lick his ass and probed him with my tongue. He did not object, so I allowed him to be the passive one for that time, and continued to seduce him in the shower. I fingered him slowly to test his acceptance, and he bent forward slightly, allowing my easier access to his ass. I pushed my finger all the way in and massaged his prostate, and I could hear his tiny moans. When I tried to enter a second finger, he pulled my hand away, and pulled my head around to his cock again. So I had found his limit, but was satisfied with that for now. His cock loved being sucked, and quickly throbbed in my mouth, thick and long, strong as hell, the strength of cock I would never ever find again. It was a steel rod, rigid beyond belief, pointing straight upward, ready to impale any unsuspecting guy or girl. The power of the water on my back, on his body, and his hips moving in and out face fucking me, brought him to the pinnacle of ecstasy within minutes, and he shot his load into my mouth. I nearly gagged, as the liquid kept coming, and coming, filling my mouth and throat, with me trying to swallow but finding he was squirting more into me than I could swallow. It dripped down my chin and unto my chest; and was washed away by the shower. ‘What a waste’ I thought to myself, but I took most of his load, and when he had finished cumming, I stood and embraced him, the water pouring over our sexually expended bodies.

  We were in the shower for over an hour, playing and exploring each other. When we finally exited the shower, we dried each other off. Stanley was smiling not just with his mouth, but with his eyes too.

  “Man you are hot, I love having sex with you.” He said, and kissed me again. We moved off to the bed, I took a spare towel with me so we would not have to move, after having sex, to clean ourselves. We were happy; elated by our previous play, clean and ready for a night of pure man sex. We fell on the bed, embracing each other as lovers, his dark skin held closely against my sunburned white body, a white patch showing where my swimmers covered me when out in the sun. Stanley did not have these areas, his skin was the one colour all over, except for his sphincter, which was still a pink colour, the soles of his feet and palms of his hands a lighter colour. He started to kiss me all over, sucking on my nipples, taking my man boobs in his mouth, and biting down on them, then swapping sides. I continued to run my hands over his lithe torso, feeling the tight muscles under his dark skin. Although dark skinned, he was not a full blood, and had some European blood in him, even though only small, but enough to lighten his skin above the dark almost black skin of his ancestors. Stanley was getting hard again, as was I, and he started to move down to my cock and crutch area. He worked his tongue and mouth over my cock for a few minutes, then turned me over onto my back, and started to rim me with that insistent tongue. I could smell his body, as the heat of expectant sex built up in him. He gave off an odour quite different to Joe or Heinriche. Where theirs was almost a sweet odour, his had a musky, spicy maleness to it, and I understood why he smelt like he did when we first met. After a few minutes, his odour was quite pungent, and even though we had just showered, gave the impression he needed a good wash. It was something I would get used to and looked forward to in the time we would be lovers in the future. His tongue was persistent, and forced my ass to yield, allowing him to lick the inside of my ass, and to lubricate the sphincter. Again he started to enter me with 1 then 2 fingers with his tongue still inside me, and then removing it and forcing the 4th and then the 5th finger in. He worked my ass like a master, softening it to accept his huge cock. He then forced his fist into me, my whole body objecting to the intrusion, closing over his wrist. He allowed my body to react, then to accept the foreign object, and then started to work my ass. After the initial shock, which I would never ever get used to, he moved his fist inside me, moving it in allowing about 6” of his arm to move inside me. Again my body felt the intrusion as a huge stump or rock, being held and moved inside my ass, and the pressure was intense. After about 15 minutes of having his fist and arm inside me, he slowly pulled out, but immediately slid his cock inside me. His cock was rigid and I could feel the heat of his massive shaft; and, as earlier that day, his penetration did not cause me any more distress. The fisting prior to his cock’s entry had loosened the ass to allow him to enter easily. I felt his balls start to slap against my butt cheeks, and could feel the anger and intense desire building in him, as he moved ever faster and harder inside me. His breathing was deeper, laboured and more insistent, he was going for it and I started to move my hips with his. I could feel his hot fiery breath on my shoulders as he brought himself to an orgasm, but as soon as I felt he was ready to shoot his load into me, he slowed, and allowed his body to relax, slowing his movements inside me, his breath more controlled. His hands started to explore me, while he moved his cock slowly and deliberately. He was savouring the moment, making the sex act last, and controlling himself and me. My cock had been ready to explode, as I had mentally tried to orgasm with him, but now I was loosing the desire to cum, and was enjoying his gentle movements and caresses. He kissed my neck, then bit me hard on the shoulder, and began to really pump my ass, violently this time, rough and hard, making his gentle moment seem like a thought process on what he should do to me now. I could feel the aggression building in him, his anger coming out in his movements and pounding of my ass. His balls made a heavy slapping sound as he moved in and out of my ass, quicker and quicker. My own cock was now straining to unleash its own juices, and as I lost control, so did he. His whole body went into violent spasms, his legs stiffened and his back arched back, pushing his cock as far forward as he could get it inside me. His burning boiling juices fired into my inner reaches, filling me with his love. My body wanted him and his juices to fill it up; to possess me fully. He was filling me with love, and I could feel his sweaty body slide into my ass, cradling it in his groin, his arms around my chest, holding me like he owned me, which he did. I now knew what Heinriche had felt that first night I had fucked him at the club.

  We lay together, his cock inside me for as long as we could, his cock being so thick; I had no problem holding him in. I did not want him to pull out. With him inside me, we were one; lovers joined by his love machine. We easily fell asleep together, locked in his embrace, his cock still in my ass. It was around 3am when I felt him stir, and realised he had pulled out, and was cleaning himself with the towel. He bent over me, kissed me, and dressed. Before he walked out, he asked when we could meet again. I suggested Saturday night. He agreed, and left me naked lying on top of the bed. It was while I was lying there I realised I could not get home, as I had spent nearly all my money on the motel room. I still had to go to work in the morning, and my work gear was at home. Then I remembered I had a pair of overalls in my locker. They would be hot to work in, but I would survive. However, I did not have any work boots. Mum would have to drop them over to me with some work socks, and she might as well include work shorts and shirt too. With that settled in my mind, I settled down with my dreams to sleep till it was time for work. I would have to walk to work, but in the cool of the morning it would only take me half an hour. I slept like a baby.

  Enslaved by love

  Joe was training me in all the areas of motor mechanics, or as much as he could before I went to TAFE early in February. It was close to Xmas now, and I had moved in with Collin. I got on well with him, but one rule he insisted on was that I did not bring men home with me. His flat mate Harry was aware I was gay, but never said anything to me; in fact he hardly said a word. Harry was an accountant, and he loathed trades people, so I assumed my being a mechanic was not really his choi
ce of a flat mate. Collins girlfriend stayed over several times a week, and Collin reciprocated at her place, so I often had to deal with Harry by myself. One day, Harry was in a foul mood, and started into me about the grease in the shower. I apologised, and hastily tried to clean the shower. I was stark naked, having just got out of the shower, bending over the shower cubical, my ass in the air, when I realised Harry was eyeing me up. I continued cleaning, and thought he was just making sure I was cleaning up to his satisfaction, when I felt the heat of his body immediately behind me. I stopped cleaning, and stood up, and faced him. He was so close, I did not have to move much to kiss him, and kiss him I did. He embraced me and kissed me violently, as if all his desires were being released at once. I felt his hands explore my wet naked body, my back, my ass and my hole. His finger started to probe me, and I started to get hot and sweaty with anticipation, or was it just the hot shower? Harry was a closet gay, and his anger towards me was his frustrations coming out at not being able to be himself. I could feel his package swelling in his suit pants, and reached down and took it in my hands, massaging it through the fabric. I then unzipped his pants, allowing his cock to fall into my hands. It was not big but quite appealing really. It was uncut, and I could see it would lengthen to a reasonable length; a decent mouthful. I went down on my knees, and took his cock in my mouth, allowing my tongue to slide gently over the head and shaft. I did not know how experienced Harry was, so I decided to be gentle and take it slow. He reacted surprisingly well, allowing his cock to strengthen quickly, and starting to face fuck me when it had reached its full size. He suddenly pulled me up, and grabbed my arm, pulling me into his bedroom. He closed the door, and he started to take off his tie and shirt. I helped him, kissing his nipples when they were exposed, and pulling the shirt out of his pants. I undid his belt, the top button of his pants, and let them slip down his well-formed thighs and calves. He sat on the edge of the bed, and removed his shoes, before I pulled his pants from his ankles. He wore boxer shorts, and these were easy to remove, once I had extricated his cock from the buttoned front, where it had been hanging out.

  Harry worked out at the gym several days a week, and although he was well toned, he was not muscular. He grabbed me now, and we rolled on top of his bed, entwined in each other’s arms, kissing and biting each other on the neck, ears and nipples. I know he wanted my ass, but I also wanted to fuck him. I moved my head down to his cock again; licking and sucking as before, only this time, I moved around to his ass, and started to tongue fuck him. I could feel his body go into tiny thrills as my tongue entered his ass, and his body was reacting to my tongue as it moved around his hole. I decided there and then to push my luck, and pulled my tongue out, and allowed my cock head to explore his ass. He did not stop me, so I pressed harder, finding the sphincter still wet from my spit; and pushed the head in just slightly. He gasped, and said no.

  “No, I don’t want to be fucked; I want to fuck you Jerry. For god’s sake that hurts.” I decided not to listen.

  “It always hurts the first time Harry, but it is the best feeling in the world when it is in.” I lied just a little, and continued to push my cock further into his ass. He gasped again, the pain showing on his face, and I could see tears on his cheeks, but I was determined to keep going.

  I was finally fully in and started to move slowly and gently inside him. The tears were still flowing as I continued to rape him. He would know how a tradesman fucks an accountant this night. I would show him a tradesman’s force and dominance. This closet bitch was going to be mine, and I was not going to take shit from him. I started to get stronger, more violent, as I thrust my huge manhood up his ass. I started to pound him, hearing my balls and sac slap against his ass cheeks.

  “No Jerry, no, I don’t want you to come in me, please Jerry, stop, stop now, you are hurting me.” I continued the rape, knowing he would never report me, nor tell Collin. It would ruin him if he did, and I felt safe in my act of debauchery.

  “Relax Harry, you will come to love it and look forward to it. It is the greatest form of lovemaking you will ever find. Man2man sex is exciting; and fabulous, greater than any sex you will have with a woman.” He started to sob, and I started to feel sorry for him, but only momentarily.

  I did not delay my orgasm, and came inside him, filling him with my juices. As I softened, I pulled out and lay back on the bed. Harry was laying face down, still sobbing. I moved over and kissed his shoulders, and he turned over and embraced me and started to kiss me hard, with a passion; my feelings were confused.

  “I have loved you since you moved in, but I did not know how to approach you. I wanted to fuck you, not for you to fuck me. I still love you even though you took me first. I want you; need you. My life has been ‘a long heartache’ knowing I loved men, but not being able to approach them for fear of being found out. My clients are mainly from the local church where I go, and if they found out, I would loose them all.” I felt for him, knowing how hard it is to come out. I lay there with him in my arms. He was at least ten years older than me, but he was my sex slave, and I was going to make full use of him. We slept together that night, as Collin was staying over at his girlfriend’s house. I had my way with Harry again the following morning early, and we both had a shower together, before Harry drove me to work.

  Joe wanted me to go to his house that night, and as I had nothing better to do, I agreed, although Joe had to pick me up.

  “Bring your work clothes for tomorrow with you, you will be staying the night.” He said with his knowing smile. I made sure I did not dress in good clothes, as I suspected Joe had raunchy sex on his mind, and I was proved right. He picked me up at 8pm, and drove to his home in Smithfield. It was an old Queenslander highset home, garage and storage space below, and living area up top. It was a 3-bedroom home, and Joe had renovated it to bring it into the 21st century. It looked like any other highset Queenslander, but this one had a little secret. Under the house, Joe had built himself a playroom. He had equipped it with an array of dungeon equipment, slings, chains, a cage, spreader bars and a set of stocks, behind which was an array of leather whips. As I entered the playroom, my groin started to react. This was going to be a fun night, if a little painful at times, but definitely fun. Joe went upstairs, and told me to strip while he changed out of his clothes. I stripped totally, and stood there naked looking at the fabulous collection of bondage and torture items. Joe returned in a leather and chain torso harness, leather chaps, his cock and ass free, and long riding boots, similar to Nazi Jack boots I had seen in movies. He had another harness in his hands, and proceeded to put it on me. It was a full leather harness, with D rings at the side, and chest. The harness also went down to my cock and had a cock ring at the end, which he fitted to me, pulling my balls through the ring. He then fitted leather cuffs on my wrists, and used a padlock to attach them to the D rings at my sides. I could not move my arms now, and my cock had grown to almost full size. This was turning me on.

  I said nothing while he fitted this all to me. Next was a dog collar, studded and again with D rings attached. He then led me to a cage set in one corner, and told me to get inside, and leave my feet outside the cage. I did as he demanded, and he closed the door. My feet fitted through holes in the door, made of solid steel. He then brought over another piece of steel, which clamped around the exposed area of my ankles, and then up flat with the solid steel of the cage. He then bolted these two pieces of steel together with 3 bolts. I could hardly move, as my feet and hands were now immobilised. Finally he reached into the cage, and D shackled the collar to the cage on both sides. I was now totally at his mercy.

  “Now slave: What are you?” he bellowed “A cock sucking piss drinking, cum sucking whore. What are you?” I realised he wanted me to answer.

  “A cock sucking, piss drinking, cum sucking whore Sir.” I shouted as loud as I could. As I said this, 4 guys entered the room, dressed much like Joe; only they had 14-hole and 20-hole boots under their chaps. One was wearing a leather ca
p and had so much hair on his chest; you could hardly see the harness.

  “He is ready for his initiation Master.” Joe said to the hairy guy.

  “Good, I need a piss.” And he came over to the cage, and started to piss on my face. “Drink it fuck you, don’t let this nectar go to waste.” I opened my mouth at once, and allowed the hot stream of piss entering my mouth. I started to gag, as I had never drunk piss before. It was hot and salty, and a sort of sweetness about it. I resigned myself to my fate, and swallowed what I could, knowing this would be a night I would remember for quite a while. The others also decided they wanted to use me as a urinal, and pissed on me, not aiming too well, and soaking my body from head to foot. I remained in the cage for over an hour, or so it felt, as I had no way of telling the time. They continued to drink and piss on me, occasionally pouring cold beer on my cock to stop it from rising. After they had had their fun with the cage, they removed me, placed a leash on my neck and told me to lie at the feet of the Master like the dog that I was.