Car Repairman
Not mine, I did not write it. I am not sure who the author is, it came from a yahoo group I belong to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/meetatruckdriver
Roland loved his Mercedes convertible, but he had bought it used, and a year later it was spending a lot of time at the car repair. A friend had recommended a place called Hans’ European Auto, and it was quite a bit cheaper than the dealership. There was one good thing about getting the car serviced. Ricky, one of the mechanics, was fucking gorgeous.
Roland was 41, but in excellent shape, handsome and hung, and he drove a Mercedes. He did not go begging for men to fuck, but he was fascinated by Ricky. Ricky let his shirt hang open when it was warm, and his upper body was sooo hot. It had the perfect amount of body hair, lightly covering the beautiful pecs, and again around his navel to his crotch. His shoulders were broad, his waist was trim, and his stomach was muscular and flat. One day Roland had been there at closing to see him take the shirt off to wash up, and it made his knees weak. Then he unfastened his belt and opened his pants to tuck in a clean shirt. You couldn’t see anything, but Roland got rock hard. Speaking of dick, there was usually a
bulge in Ricky’s pants that could have concealed several pounds of prime kielbasa.
Ricky had one big flaw; he was straight, and laughed and flirted with every woman or girl in the place. Even the lesbians loved him. He never paid any attention to Roland. He had heard him talk about faggots. He boasted that he had beaten up more than one fag. Roland fantasized about asking him out, but he knew the answer would be no, and then he might prove he hated gays by doing something rotten to Roland’s precious car.
But what if he did? What if he did fuck with the car, and Roland had proof? That would be a crime, and Ricky would get fired. He could blackmail Ricky. He could force Ricky to be his sex-toy. Yeah. But what would be irrefutable proof? He would need pictures.
The previous owner of the Mercedes had installed an elaborate security system. It had little cameras designed to catch a vandal or a thief at the front, sides or rear. They recorded all they saw, or they could transmit it to his laptop. If Roland could figure out how to leave the alarm off, but run those cameras, his plan might work. It just took a trip to the alarm’s installer to work that out.
Step two was to come up with something really offensive to say to Ricky, so he would want revenge. He would have to work on the perfect line for his next trip to the shop.
Ricky had discovered that he was unusually good looking when he was in fifth grade. He was chosen to give a present to the Congressman when he visited the school. The other kids were jealous, and he heard the girls saying that the reason he was picked was his “dreamy” looks. In seventh grade the girls wanted to date him, and a few got him alone and sucked his cock. In ninth grade he realized that boys wanted him too, and men. The baseball coach kept him on the team even when he started missing practice. Gerald Fibowski did his homework, and let him copy off him on tests. Ricky treated him like shit. One day when they were in their junior year, another guy said, “Why do you hang around with that fag?”
“Gerald’s not a fag.” But once he had the thought in his head, he decided it was probably true. Gerald was always inviting him to sleep over, and he had always said no. Ricky decided to accept and see what would happen. When it came time for bed, Gerald said it would be quicker if they used the shower together.
“I ain’t going to shower with you.”
“You shouldn’t say ain’t, Ricky.”
“You shouldn’t want to suck my dick, Gerald, but you do, don’t you?” Gerald turned bright red and just stared at the beautiful young boy.
“You got $10, Gerald.” The way he said Gerald sounded like he meant to say cocksucker.
“Yeah.”
“If you give me $10, I’ll leave the curtain open, and you can watch me, but if you touch me, if you ever touch me, I will tear off your faggot balls, Gerald.”
Gerald paid the $10, and Ricky took a long shower. At that age he already had a seven-inch fat cock. He soaped himself up, and felt his cock start to lengthen. He glanced at Gerald and saw he was trying to hide a hard four-inch cock.
“Hey, faggot, you got ten more bucks?”
“Yes”, Gerald said in a hoarse whisper.
“For ten bucks, I’ll get this fucker hard, and let you look at it while you beat off. But if you touch it, I’ll tear off your balls and make you eat them.”
Gerald agreed.
When the shower was over, and Ricky was getting into the other twin bed, he asked, “You got $10 more, faggot?”
“All I’ve got is a twenty, Ricky.” His voice was breathless, waiting to hear what Ricky would offer.
“For $20, I’ll sleep naked, and I’ll leave the covers off for ten minutes while you beat off, but you have to stay in your bed. If you touch me, you know what will happen, faggot.”
Hearing Gerald stroke his meat, and knowing how much he wanted him, made Ricky get hard, but he didn’t touch himself. He decided that if he didn’t cum, then he was not having sex, and no one could ever say he was a faggot.
The next morning, as he was getting ready to leave, Ricky asked if Gerald could afford to do the same thing next week. Gerald said he would get the money. By the end of the month Gerald was broke. He told his parents he wanted to get a job, but they would not permit it. It would interfere with his schoolwork. Ricky wouldn’t sleep over for free, but Gerald continued to do his idol’s schoolwork.
Since Ricky did not do his class work, he was not learning much. Auto mechanics was an exception; Gerald was not in his auto mechanics class, and Ricky did his own work. He was not dumb, he was lazy, and his physical beauty allowed him to get by. In auto mechanics he made A’s and B’s, and he enjoyed the class. The teacher, Mr. Bardon, had given him a lot of one-on-one instruction. Later, Ricky decided Bardon must have been a fag.
The Midwestern state where Ricky was raised had a state exam that had to be passed for a high school diploma. In 10th grade Ricky flunked it. In 11th grade Gerald tried to help him prepare, but Ricky didn’t give it enough effort, and his math skills were really poor. Ricky flunked again. First semester of senior year his parents paid for a tutor, and Ricky passed the verbal, but again flunked the math. Now Ricky came up with the idea of getting Gerald to take the test for him. It was possible; make up tests for just the math section were offered every month at a different high school. Gerald could make up a fake ID and take the test in the next county.
“But, Ricky, if I’m caught, I could go to jail, and lose my scholarship to Northwestern.”
“I will pay you. I’ll pay you $100.”
“No, Ricky, cheating is what got you into this situation. I’m not going to risk my whole future for $100.”
Ricky grabbed him, shook him, slapped him hard, and threatened to beat him up.
“Yeah. You just do that, Ricky. Then you’ll be the one in jail, and you still won’t graduate.” Gerald walked away from him. Ricky stared after him. Gerald had never said no to him before. When Ricky slapped him, Gerald suddenly realized what a prick he was. LOL! A beautiful prick attached to a fat 8” penis.
A few days later Ricky offered sex.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll let you touch my cock,” Ricky said hesitantly.
“What if I want to fuck you?”
“What?!”
“I think you know what fuck means. Think about it, Ricky, and let me know.”
A week later Ricky called. “You can suck my cock.”
“You can suck MY cock, Ricky.”
“You fucking faggot! No way!”
“Good night, Ricky.” Gerald hung up the phone.
The next night Ricky called again and agreed. Gerald’s parents were away, so he told him to come over. Ricky said he’d be there in half an hour. Gerald got his dad’s camcorder and hid it in under some clothes on his dresser.
Ricky came in nervous and belligerent. They went up to Gerald’s room.
“Take your clothes off, Ricky.” The camcorder was rolling.
Ricky slowly took everything off. He was never shy about his body.
“Turn around slowly and let me see what I’m risking my future for.” When Ricky saw the look of lust on Gerald’s face some of his normal arrogance came back, and he started to smirk.
“Get your cock hard.”
“What a pervert you are, Gerald. You want me so bad you‘re drooling.” He stroked his cock, and it rose to it’s full proud nearly 9-inches, and was as fat as his wrist, 8 and a half inches in circumference.
Gerald just looked at him, and Ricky began to loose his arrogance. “You want me to shoot?”
Gerald hoarsely sighed, “Yes”. Ricky stroked the magnificent cock faster and his balls tightened up. Veins stood out and then shot after shot of hot teenage cum fired out of the big mushroom head. He could see Gerald was hard, but he didn’t move or touch himself.
Uncertain what to do, Ricky asked, “You want me to suck you now?” There was a tremor in his voice.
“No, Ricky, get dressed and go home. I guess I’m over you. Please just go. I have wasted way too much of my life on you.”
“But what about the exam?”
“Study for it, Ricky. You’re smart enough to do it yourself. Time to start doing your own work. Your beautiful body will only take you so far.”
Ricky got dressed and left. At school he told everyone what a faggot Gerald was, but he had been saying that for years. Gerald was respected, but Ricky was losing his friends. Ricky would take his revenge out on gay men for years to come.
Gerald has the videotape, and gets considerable satisfaction watching it now, five years later. He recently put it on DVD. He’s studying medicine at University of Illinois Med. School.
Ricky did get his certificate as an auto mechanic, and moved to Florida.
At 23 Ricky was even better looking. The hard work kept his body in shape, and he also went to a gym. He loved the way women and men looked at him. He had grown a thick mustache to make himself look older. Roland wanted him BAD.
Roland made an appointment at Hans’ for an oil change and tire rotation. As he expected, a new guy did the work, so Ricky would have no legitimate reason to touch the Mercedes.
Roland had practiced his speech to provoke outrage, and he wore a mini recorder to capture Ricky’s response. Roland walked up to him as he was bent over a Volvo. He patted him on the ass and said, “Boy, you sure have a fine ass. I would fuck that ass for you until you called me daddy. I would fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked, boy. What time do you get off work, pretty boy?”
Ricky was momentarily shocked into silence. Then he slapped the hand away. “You cocksucking faggot! Get away from me, you queer! You just be here when I get off, and I’ll fucking kill you, you sick pervert! I’ve seen you looking at me before. Stay away from me, you sick queer!”
Roland grinned at him and calmly walked back to the waiting area. He ought to be able to edit that to be a death threat and planning of a hate crime. He opened up his laptop, and monitored his cameras. Ricky was on one of the screens, and he was glancing toward the waiting room, and then looking at the Mercedes. Ten minutes later the guy working on the car walked away, and Ricky slipped over and did something to the air conditioning compressor. It was all caught on the cameras.
Officer Pat O’Mara was a friend of a friend, and he had been known to lend his badge (for a fee) to help out members of the gay community. Roland had arranged for him to be at Hans’ at 6:30 when Ricky got off. In the patrol car, the two men tailed the mechanic to a supermarket where they confronted him. Roland showed him the pictures while the officer stood a few feet away, looking stern.
“Ricky, you’ve got a choice. I can take the car to the Mercedes dealer and get an estimate for repair. If it is over $100, it’s a felony and you can go to prison. At the very least you’ll lose your job and have trouble finding anyone to hire you. Your other choice is to fix what you fucked up. If the compressor is ruined, that will cost you big bucks, because I don’t want a rebuilt one.”
“I just pulled some stuff loose. It ain’t going to need a new compressor.”
“That will be lucky for you, if it’s true.” “Now there’s one more thing that is part of your deal. I want you to come to my place now and get naked.”
“Just get naked? You just want to look?”
“Ricky, get serious. I plan to use your body any way I want to. All I promise is, if you are good, you won’t get hurt.”
“Jesus!”
“So are we going to my place for plan B, or will Officer O’Mara take you down town?”
“Jesus!” After a long hesitation, “I’ll do what you want. I’ll never understand you faggots.”
“Watch your mouth, Ricky. I’ll let you know when I want you to talk dirty.” “Now I need you to drive me back to my car. The officer will follow us to my place.”
When they got to Roland’s condo, he had Officer O’Mara wait in the living room while he made Ricky remove his shoes and lie on the bed. Ricky was wearing a loose T-shirt, plaid boxers, baggy jeans and white work socks. “If you resist me, I can have you handcuffed. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Roland climbed onto the bed and straddled Ricky’s thighs as he lay on his back. The loose shirt was not tucked in, and Roland gently pushed it up to reveal the beautiful stomach with its dark brown curly hair. He lightly ran his hand over the hard muscles, and leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss it. Ricky shuddered, partly from sensitivity, and partly from nervousness about what was to come.
Roland moved the shirt up to reveal the pecs and nipples. He kissed and caressed them until his dick got uncomfortable and he jumped off the bed to remove his clothes. Ricky got his first look at the hard fat uncut 8-inch cock and the powerful body.
Roland Ortega was born of Cuban parents, and his skin was the golden color of rare V.S.O.P. cognac. His big chest and hard stomach were hairy but it was closely trimmed. He was a hot man, but the fact that he was “non-white” added additional humiliation for Ricky, who could find a reason to hate nearly anyone.
Naked, Roland climbed back into the same position, and unfastened Ricky’s belt. Remembering that the marvelous lower belly was sensitive, he let his hand slip under the waistband and play with the soft pubic hair above the cock. He could see that Ricky’s cock was growing, but he did not grope it; he kissed it and chewed on it through the jeans. Ricky was moving his hips around restlessly. Roland could feel that the cock was huge and fully hard. The jeans were old and soft, and the size and shape of the wonderful cock was clearly outlined as the cloth got soaked with Roland’s saliva and Ricky’s precum. Roland’s cock was throbbing, and he moved so his crotch was pressed against Ricky’s foot. He yanked off the sock and ran his hand over the soft hair on the perfect calf.
Roland had given some thought to exactly what he would do with Ricky in bed, but he was so turned on, his cock was ready to cum. With his mouth gently chewing on the huge hard jean-covered cock, and his hands roaming over the wonderful upper body, he humped his cock against the young man’s foot and ankle, and had one of the best orgasms of his life. He lay there for a minute, and then rolled onto his side, pulling Ricky with him. He moved up so he could bury his face in his beautiful furry navel.
“Jesus, you are a faggot, fucking my foot. LOL!”
“Yeah, and I may fuck your armpit, and your belly, and your ear, before I ever fuck your mouth or your ass, fucker. You are my toy, and if I spend a week unwrapping it, it will stay new and exciting longer.” “I think a good punishment for your disrespect is to make you bury your face in my crotch, and hump my foot until you cum in your pants. If you can’t do it in ten minutes, I’ll make you fuck yourself with a twelve inch dildo.” “Get to work, stud. And you can feel free to lick the cum out of my pubes while you’re down there. I’m told I have very tasty cum.”
“No way! I can’t cum like that. That’s fuckin’ disgusting.”
Lying on his back while Roland played with his body had not bothered Ricky much. He had let more than a few men suck his dick, and forced some of them. He liked to know men craved his body. But now he had to bury his face in a man’s crotch, and get off while he did it.
“Well, Ricky, you know your choices. I’ll get the dildo, and Crisco.” “That’s assuming you don’t want plan A, and a few years in prison. They’d break you in real good in prison.”
“Fuck! Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’ve been a bad boy, Ricky, and you got caught. You need to learn a lesson. Even beautiful people need to obey the rules.” “Now kiss my fat cock, and start humping.”
Ricky’s brain was whirling, struggling to come to grips with this incredible situation. He latched onto the thought that he had been ready to do all this five years before with Gerald. Slowly he moved his body into position and lowered his lips to touch Roland’s thickening cock. Roland put his hands on the gorgeous man’s head and pushed his face into his crotch. “Let me feel that tongue.”
Ricky was surprised that the cum-covered crotch did not smell as revolting as he anticipated. It was the same musky smell of a locker room. He forced his tongue to touch the big cock, and he could feel it quickly rising to its full 8-inches. His mind was shutting out all his old prejudices, and he was able to marvel at the sight and feel of a completely new experience. Roland had a big beautiful cock, and watching it grow to full hard was fascinating, like watching a python come to life at the zoo.
“Yeah, baby, that feels great. Now get your crotch on my foot, and start humping.”
Ricky’s cock was still hard from all the attention Roland had given it. He had often used the line, “Once this monster’s hard, it needs to cum”. Not that he would mind walking around with a hard dick in his pants, but he had usually been able to find someone to get him off.
Just a month back they had a new kid working at the garage who had invited him over for a beer after work. The kid had just wanted to be friends, but, as they were smoking the kid’s marijuana, Ricky got him to pop in a porn tape. Ricky pulled off his shirt, and stretched out his long muscular legs, adjusting his cock as it got hard. He could see that the kid was checking out his crotch. The kid was only 18, and high on beer and pot. When Ricky said his cock had swollen up and was hurting him, and he need help getting his pants off, the kid went along with it, and was down on his knees pulling, when the fat, nearly nine-inch, monster popped out in his face. “You mind if I get naked?”
The kid was fully hard. He had never had sex with a guy before, and he didn’t think Ricky was gay. Ricky was a totally cool guy, so he breathed out a raspy, “Hey, get comfortable.”
“I feel kinda weird; why don’t you get out of those clothes and keep me company.” The kid had been on the wrestling team, and had a beautiful creamy white body. He was 5’8” with a very nice six-inch cock and beautiful buns. He was shy about showing his stiff cock, so he kept his white boxers on. As they sat side by side on the couch, Ricky started slowly stroking his huge cock, and convinced the kid, Gary, to get his out too.
Then he used his old line, “Once this monster gets hard, it needs to cum. Why don’t you be a pal and give me a hand?”
“Hey, I ain’t no queer.”
“Who said anything about queer. Two guys watchin’ porn can give each other a hand. That ain’t queer. That’s just being cool.” Gary thought Ricky was totally cool, so he allowed Ricky to place his hand on his monster cock. Ricky put his hand on Gary’s sensitive inner thigh, and pulled their legs together. Gary was stroking both cocks, and both cocks were dripping.
“Put some spit on my dick, boy.”
“What?”
“Just lean over here, and get some saliva on my cock.” Gary leaned forward, and Ricky guided his head over his throbbing dripping cock. His mouth was dry and he tried to spit but didn’t get much.
“No, do it right. Put your mouth on it.”
“No…” Ricky cut him off by pulling his lips to his big mushroom head.
“Shut up and suck, faggot.” Gary was totally confused. He had a fat cock in his mouth, but his body was not responding right. He allowed Ricky to pull him into his lap, and work half his cock into his hot mouth. He guided his head up and down, and Gary just let it happen. “Stroke your cock, bitch. I want to cum together.” “God! You have a sweet mouth.” “Oh, yeah. I’m getting close.” “You’re going to taste my sweet cum, boy. Let me feel your lips, but keep the teeth off me, bitch.”
Gary’s eye were tearing up from the gag reflex and the humiliation of being used like this, but his cock was ready to shoot, and when he felt Ricky’s explode, he responded with one of the best orgasms of his young life. He tried to keep from swallowing the big load, but he finally accepted it, and it didn’t taste all that bad.
What was bad was when Ricky asked how he liked sucking cock. “I ain’t planning to make you my steady bitch, but I wouldn’t mind letting you suck me once in a while.”
The next day at work, Ricky followed him into the john, and pulled out his cock. He told Gary to get on his knees.
“Not, here, Ricky. Someone will come in.”
“OK, I’ll see you after work.” After work, Ricky followed him home and roughly fucked his mouth, calling him faggot and cocksucker, and promising to fuck him next time. Gary quit his job the next day.
Now, a month later, Roland was telling him to get more saliva on his cock as he stroked his big cock, and Ricky was surprised that his own cock was rock hard. As he humped Roland’s foot, he realized he would probably be able to cum before his ten minutes ran out.
Roland was stroking his cock while Ricky followed his orders, sucking his balls and licking his cock-head. He was getting close. “I want to see your ass, boy. Push your pants down so I can see your buns.”
His pants were damp and he had to use both hands to shove them down onto his thighs, freeing his huge dick, so it was now his naked cock rubbing against Roland’s naked foot and ankle. Roland took in the beautiful sight of the young mechanic’s creamy bubble-butt moving as he humped his foot, and he felt the stud’s precum on his skin. He felt the tightening of his balls and knew he was about to shoot.”
“I’m ready to cum, boy, and you are going to swallow my load. Get your mouth on my fat cock-head, bitch.”
Ricky did not resist. He had been licking the cock for nearly ten minutes, and following all the older man’s orders, so he stretched his lips over the cock-head, and even ran his tongue around it. He felt the heavy throbbing, and increased his own rhythm, using his sexual passion to cover the humiliation he felt from all he was being forced to do. As he felt Roland’s hot cum hit the back of his throat, his own cock fired. He was too turned on to worry if this was a sign he might be gay. Both men had trembling orgasms, and Roland pulled Ricky up onto his chest and crushed him in a bear-hug as the last spasms shook them. He pulled their lips together and frenched himp deeply. Ricky was too drained to resist.
Roland loved his Mercedes convertible, but he had bought it used, and a year later it was spending a lot of time at the car repair. A friend had recommended a place called Hans’ European Auto, and it was quite a bit cheaper than the dealership. There was one good thing about getting the car serviced. Ricky, one of the mechanics, was fucking gorgeous.
Roland was 41, but in excellent shape, handsome and hung, and he drove a Mercedes. He did not go begging for men to fuck, but he was fascinated by Ricky. Ricky let his shirt hang open when it was warm, and his upper body was sooo hot. It had the perfect amount of body hair, lightly covering the beautiful pecs, and again around his navel to his crotch. His shoulders were broad, his waist was trim, and his stomach was muscular and flat. One day Roland had been there at closing to see him take the shirt off to wash up, and it made his knees weak. Then he unfastened his belt and opened his pants to tuck in a clean shirt. You couldn’t see anything, but Roland got rock hard. Speaking of dick, there was usually a
bulge in Ricky’s pants that could have concealed several pounds of prime kielbasa.
Ricky had one big flaw; he was straight, and laughed and flirted with every woman or girl in the place. Even the lesbians loved him. He never paid any attention to Roland. He had heard him talk about faggots. He boasted that he had beaten up more than one fag. Roland fantasized about asking him out, but he knew the answer would be no, and then he might prove he hated gays by doing something rotten to Roland’s precious car.
But what if he did? What if he did fuck with the car, and Roland had proof? That would be a crime, and Ricky would get fired. He could blackmail Ricky. He could force Ricky to be his sex-toy. Yeah. But what would be irrefutable proof? He would need pictures.
The previous owner of the Mercedes had installed an elaborate security system. It had little cameras designed to catch a vandal or a thief at the front, sides or rear. They recorded all they saw, or they could transmit it to his laptop. If Roland could figure out how to leave the alarm off, but run those cameras, his plan might work. It just took a trip to the alarm’s installer to work that out.
Step two was to come up with something really offensive to say to Ricky, so he would want revenge. He would have to work on the perfect line for his next trip to the shop.
Ricky had discovered that he was unusually good looking when he was in fifth grade. He was chosen to give a present to the Congressman when he visited the school. The other kids were jealous, and he heard the girls saying that the reason he was picked was his “dreamy” looks. In seventh grade the girls wanted to date him, and a few got him alone and sucked his cock. In ninth grade he realized that boys wanted him too, and men. The baseball coach kept him on the team even when he started missing practice. Gerald Fibowski did his homework, and let him copy off him on tests. Ricky treated him like shit. One day when they were in their junior year, another guy said, “Why do you hang around with that fag?”
“Gerald’s not a fag.” But once he had the thought in his head, he decided it was probably true. Gerald was always inviting him to sleep over, and he had always said no. Ricky decided to accept and see what would happen. When it came time for bed, Gerald said it would be quicker if they used the shower together.
“I ain’t going to shower with you.”
“You shouldn’t say ain’t, Ricky.”
“You shouldn’t want to suck my dick, Gerald, but you do, don’t you?” Gerald turned bright red and just stared at the beautiful young boy.
“You got $10, Gerald.” The way he said Gerald sounded like he meant to say cocksucker.
“Yeah.”
“If you give me $10, I’ll leave the curtain open, and you can watch me, but if you touch me, if you ever touch me, I will tear off your faggot balls, Gerald.”
Gerald paid the $10, and Ricky took a long shower. At that age he already had a seven-inch fat cock. He soaped himself up, and felt his cock start to lengthen. He glanced at Gerald and saw he was trying to hide a hard four-inch cock.
“Hey, faggot, you got ten more bucks?”
“Yes”, Gerald said in a hoarse whisper.
“For ten bucks, I’ll get this fucker hard, and let you look at it while you beat off. But if you touch it, I’ll tear off your balls and make you eat them.”
Gerald agreed.
When the shower was over, and Ricky was getting into the other twin bed, he asked, “You got $10 more, faggot?”
“All I’ve got is a twenty, Ricky.” His voice was breathless, waiting to hear what Ricky would offer.
“For $20, I’ll sleep naked, and I’ll leave the covers off for ten minutes while you beat off, but you have to stay in your bed. If you touch me, you know what will happen, faggot.”
Hearing Gerald stroke his meat, and knowing how much he wanted him, made Ricky get hard, but he didn’t touch himself. He decided that if he didn’t cum, then he was not having sex, and no one could ever say he was a faggot.
The next morning, as he was getting ready to leave, Ricky asked if Gerald could afford to do the same thing next week. Gerald said he would get the money. By the end of the month Gerald was broke. He told his parents he wanted to get a job, but they would not permit it. It would interfere with his schoolwork. Ricky wouldn’t sleep over for free, but Gerald continued to do his idol’s schoolwork.
Since Ricky did not do his class work, he was not learning much. Auto mechanics was an exception; Gerald was not in his auto mechanics class, and Ricky did his own work. He was not dumb, he was lazy, and his physical beauty allowed him to get by. In auto mechanics he made A’s and B’s, and he enjoyed the class. The teacher, Mr. Bardon, had given him a lot of one-on-one instruction. Later, Ricky decided Bardon must have been a fag.
The Midwestern state where Ricky was raised had a state exam that had to be passed for a high school diploma. In 10th grade Ricky flunked it. In 11th grade Gerald tried to help him prepare, but Ricky didn’t give it enough effort, and his math skills were really poor. Ricky flunked again. First semester of senior year his parents paid for a tutor, and Ricky passed the verbal, but again flunked the math. Now Ricky came up with the idea of getting Gerald to take the test for him. It was possible; make up tests for just the math section were offered every month at a different high school. Gerald could make up a fake ID and take the test in the next county.
“But, Ricky, if I’m caught, I could go to jail, and lose my scholarship to Northwestern.”
“I will pay you. I’ll pay you $100.”
“No, Ricky, cheating is what got you into this situation. I’m not going to risk my whole future for $100.”
Ricky grabbed him, shook him, slapped him hard, and threatened to beat him up.
“Yeah. You just do that, Ricky. Then you’ll be the one in jail, and you still won’t graduate.” Gerald walked away from him. Ricky stared after him. Gerald had never said no to him before. When Ricky slapped him, Gerald suddenly realized what a prick he was. LOL! A beautiful prick attached to a fat 8” penis.
A few days later Ricky offered sex.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll let you touch my cock,” Ricky said hesitantly.
“What if I want to fuck you?”
“What?!”
“I think you know what fuck means. Think about it, Ricky, and let me know.”
A week later Ricky called. “You can suck my cock.”
“You can suck MY cock, Ricky.”
“You fucking faggot! No way!”
“Good night, Ricky.” Gerald hung up the phone.
The next night Ricky called again and agreed. Gerald’s parents were away, so he told him to come over. Ricky said he’d be there in half an hour. Gerald got his dad’s camcorder and hid it in under some clothes on his dresser.
Ricky came in nervous and belligerent. They went up to Gerald’s room.
“Take your clothes off, Ricky.” The camcorder was rolling.
Ricky slowly took everything off. He was never shy about his body.
“Turn around slowly and let me see what I’m risking my future for.” When Ricky saw the look of lust on Gerald’s face some of his normal arrogance came back, and he started to smirk.
“Get your cock hard.”
“What a pervert you are, Gerald. You want me so bad you‘re drooling.” He stroked his cock, and it rose to it’s full proud nearly 9-inches, and was as fat as his wrist, 8 and a half inches in circumference.
Gerald just looked at him, and Ricky began to loose his arrogance. “You want me to shoot?”
Gerald hoarsely sighed, “Yes”. Ricky stroked the magnificent cock faster and his balls tightened up. Veins stood out and then shot after shot of hot teenage cum fired out of the big mushroom head. He could see Gerald was hard, but he didn’t move or touch himself.
Uncertain what to do, Ricky asked, “You want me to suck you now?” There was a tremor in his voice.
“No, Ricky, get dressed and go home. I guess I’m over you. Please just go. I have wasted way too much of my life on you.”
“But what about the exam?”
“Study for it, Ricky. You’re smart enough to do it yourself. Time to start doing your own work. Your beautiful body will only take you so far.”
Ricky got dressed and left. At school he told everyone what a faggot Gerald was, but he had been saying that for years. Gerald was respected, but Ricky was losing his friends. Ricky would take his revenge out on gay men for years to come.
Gerald has the videotape, and gets considerable satisfaction watching it now, five years later. He recently put it on DVD. He’s studying medicine at University of Illinois Med. School.
Ricky did get his certificate as an auto mechanic, and moved to Florida.
At 23 Ricky was even better looking. The hard work kept his body in shape, and he also went to a gym. He loved the way women and men looked at him. He had grown a thick mustache to make himself look older. Roland wanted him BAD.
Roland made an appointment at Hans’ for an oil change and tire rotation. As he expected, a new guy did the work, so Ricky would have no legitimate reason to touch the Mercedes.
Roland had practiced his speech to provoke outrage, and he wore a mini recorder to capture Ricky’s response. Roland walked up to him as he was bent over a Volvo. He patted him on the ass and said, “Boy, you sure have a fine ass. I would fuck that ass for you until you called me daddy. I would fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked, boy. What time do you get off work, pretty boy?”
Ricky was momentarily shocked into silence. Then he slapped the hand away. “You cocksucking faggot! Get away from me, you queer! You just be here when I get off, and I’ll fucking kill you, you sick pervert! I’ve seen you looking at me before. Stay away from me, you sick queer!”
Roland grinned at him and calmly walked back to the waiting area. He ought to be able to edit that to be a death threat and planning of a hate crime. He opened up his laptop, and monitored his cameras. Ricky was on one of the screens, and he was glancing toward the waiting room, and then looking at the Mercedes. Ten minutes later the guy working on the car walked away, and Ricky slipped over and did something to the air conditioning compressor. It was all caught on the cameras.
Officer Pat O’Mara was a friend of a friend, and he had been known to lend his badge (for a fee) to help out members of the gay community. Roland had arranged for him to be at Hans’ at 6:30 when Ricky got off. In the patrol car, the two men tailed the mechanic to a supermarket where they confronted him. Roland showed him the pictures while the officer stood a few feet away, looking stern.
“Ricky, you’ve got a choice. I can take the car to the Mercedes dealer and get an estimate for repair. If it is over $100, it’s a felony and you can go to prison. At the very least you’ll lose your job and have trouble finding anyone to hire you. Your other choice is to fix what you fucked up. If the compressor is ruined, that will cost you big bucks, because I don’t want a rebuilt one.”
“I just pulled some stuff loose. It ain’t going to need a new compressor.”
“That will be lucky for you, if it’s true.” “Now there’s one more thing that is part of your deal. I want you to come to my place now and get naked.”
“Just get naked? You just want to look?”
“Ricky, get serious. I plan to use your body any way I want to. All I promise is, if you are good, you won’t get hurt.”
“Jesus!”
“So are we going to my place for plan B, or will Officer O’Mara take you down town?”
“Jesus!” After a long hesitation, “I’ll do what you want. I’ll never understand you faggots.”
“Watch your mouth, Ricky. I’ll let you know when I want you to talk dirty.” “Now I need you to drive me back to my car. The officer will follow us to my place.”
When they got to Roland’s condo, he had Officer O’Mara wait in the living room while he made Ricky remove his shoes and lie on the bed. Ricky was wearing a loose T-shirt, plaid boxers, baggy jeans and white work socks. “If you resist me, I can have you handcuffed. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Roland climbed onto the bed and straddled Ricky’s thighs as he lay on his back. The loose shirt was not tucked in, and Roland gently pushed it up to reveal the beautiful stomach with its dark brown curly hair. He lightly ran his hand over the hard muscles, and leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss it. Ricky shuddered, partly from sensitivity, and partly from nervousness about what was to come.
Roland moved the shirt up to reveal the pecs and nipples. He kissed and caressed them until his dick got uncomfortable and he jumped off the bed to remove his clothes. Ricky got his first look at the hard fat uncut 8-inch cock and the powerful body.
Roland Ortega was born of Cuban parents, and his skin was the golden color of rare V.S.O.P. cognac. His big chest and hard stomach were hairy but it was closely trimmed. He was a hot man, but the fact that he was “non-white” added additional humiliation for Ricky, who could find a reason to hate nearly anyone.
Naked, Roland climbed back into the same position, and unfastened Ricky’s belt. Remembering that the marvelous lower belly was sensitive, he let his hand slip under the waistband and play with the soft pubic hair above the cock. He could see that Ricky’s cock was growing, but he did not grope it; he kissed it and chewed on it through the jeans. Ricky was moving his hips around restlessly. Roland could feel that the cock was huge and fully hard. The jeans were old and soft, and the size and shape of the wonderful cock was clearly outlined as the cloth got soaked with Roland’s saliva and Ricky’s precum. Roland’s cock was throbbing, and he moved so his crotch was pressed against Ricky’s foot. He yanked off the sock and ran his hand over the soft hair on the perfect calf.
Roland had given some thought to exactly what he would do with Ricky in bed, but he was so turned on, his cock was ready to cum. With his mouth gently chewing on the huge hard jean-covered cock, and his hands roaming over the wonderful upper body, he humped his cock against the young man’s foot and ankle, and had one of the best orgasms of his life. He lay there for a minute, and then rolled onto his side, pulling Ricky with him. He moved up so he could bury his face in his beautiful furry navel.
“Jesus, you are a faggot, fucking my foot. LOL!”
“Yeah, and I may fuck your armpit, and your belly, and your ear, before I ever fuck your mouth or your ass, fucker. You are my toy, and if I spend a week unwrapping it, it will stay new and exciting longer.” “I think a good punishment for your disrespect is to make you bury your face in my crotch, and hump my foot until you cum in your pants. If you can’t do it in ten minutes, I’ll make you fuck yourself with a twelve inch dildo.” “Get to work, stud. And you can feel free to lick the cum out of my pubes while you’re down there. I’m told I have very tasty cum.”
“No way! I can’t cum like that. That’s fuckin’ disgusting.”
Lying on his back while Roland played with his body had not bothered Ricky much. He had let more than a few men suck his dick, and forced some of them. He liked to know men craved his body. But now he had to bury his face in a man’s crotch, and get off while he did it.
“Well, Ricky, you know your choices. I’ll get the dildo, and Crisco.” “That’s assuming you don’t want plan A, and a few years in prison. They’d break you in real good in prison.”
“Fuck! Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’ve been a bad boy, Ricky, and you got caught. You need to learn a lesson. Even beautiful people need to obey the rules.” “Now kiss my fat cock, and start humping.”
Ricky’s brain was whirling, struggling to come to grips with this incredible situation. He latched onto the thought that he had been ready to do all this five years before with Gerald. Slowly he moved his body into position and lowered his lips to touch Roland’s thickening cock. Roland put his hands on the gorgeous man’s head and pushed his face into his crotch. “Let me feel that tongue.”
Ricky was surprised that the cum-covered crotch did not smell as revolting as he anticipated. It was the same musky smell of a locker room. He forced his tongue to touch the big cock, and he could feel it quickly rising to its full 8-inches. His mind was shutting out all his old prejudices, and he was able to marvel at the sight and feel of a completely new experience. Roland had a big beautiful cock, and watching it grow to full hard was fascinating, like watching a python come to life at the zoo.
“Yeah, baby, that feels great. Now get your crotch on my foot, and start humping.”
Ricky’s cock was still hard from all the attention Roland had given it. He had often used the line, “Once this monster’s hard, it needs to cum”. Not that he would mind walking around with a hard dick in his pants, but he had usually been able to find someone to get him off.
Just a month back they had a new kid working at the garage who had invited him over for a beer after work. The kid had just wanted to be friends, but, as they were smoking the kid’s marijuana, Ricky got him to pop in a porn tape. Ricky pulled off his shirt, and stretched out his long muscular legs, adjusting his cock as it got hard. He could see that the kid was checking out his crotch. The kid was only 18, and high on beer and pot. When Ricky said his cock had swollen up and was hurting him, and he need help getting his pants off, the kid went along with it, and was down on his knees pulling, when the fat, nearly nine-inch, monster popped out in his face. “You mind if I get naked?”
The kid was fully hard. He had never had sex with a guy before, and he didn’t think Ricky was gay. Ricky was a totally cool guy, so he breathed out a raspy, “Hey, get comfortable.”
“I feel kinda weird; why don’t you get out of those clothes and keep me company.” The kid had been on the wrestling team, and had a beautiful creamy white body. He was 5’8” with a very nice six-inch cock and beautiful buns. He was shy about showing his stiff cock, so he kept his white boxers on. As they sat side by side on the couch, Ricky started slowly stroking his huge cock, and convinced the kid, Gary, to get his out too.
Then he used his old line, “Once this monster gets hard, it needs to cum. Why don’t you be a pal and give me a hand?”
“Hey, I ain’t no queer.”
“Who said anything about queer. Two guys watchin’ porn can give each other a hand. That ain’t queer. That’s just being cool.” Gary thought Ricky was totally cool, so he allowed Ricky to place his hand on his monster cock. Ricky put his hand on Gary’s sensitive inner thigh, and pulled their legs together. Gary was stroking both cocks, and both cocks were dripping.
“Put some spit on my dick, boy.”
“What?”
“Just lean over here, and get some saliva on my cock.” Gary leaned forward, and Ricky guided his head over his throbbing dripping cock. His mouth was dry and he tried to spit but didn’t get much.
“No, do it right. Put your mouth on it.”
“No…” Ricky cut him off by pulling his lips to his big mushroom head.
“Shut up and suck, faggot.” Gary was totally confused. He had a fat cock in his mouth, but his body was not responding right. He allowed Ricky to pull him into his lap, and work half his cock into his hot mouth. He guided his head up and down, and Gary just let it happen. “Stroke your cock, bitch. I want to cum together.” “God! You have a sweet mouth.” “Oh, yeah. I’m getting close.” “You’re going to taste my sweet cum, boy. Let me feel your lips, but keep the teeth off me, bitch.”
Gary’s eye were tearing up from the gag reflex and the humiliation of being used like this, but his cock was ready to shoot, and when he felt Ricky’s explode, he responded with one of the best orgasms of his young life. He tried to keep from swallowing the big load, but he finally accepted it, and it didn’t taste all that bad.
What was bad was when Ricky asked how he liked sucking cock. “I ain’t planning to make you my steady bitch, but I wouldn’t mind letting you suck me once in a while.”
The next day at work, Ricky followed him into the john, and pulled out his cock. He told Gary to get on his knees.
“Not, here, Ricky. Someone will come in.”
“OK, I’ll see you after work.” After work, Ricky followed him home and roughly fucked his mouth, calling him faggot and cocksucker, and promising to fuck him next time. Gary quit his job the next day.
Now, a month later, Roland was telling him to get more saliva on his cock as he stroked his big cock, and Ricky was surprised that his own cock was rock hard. As he humped Roland’s foot, he realized he would probably be able to cum before his ten minutes ran out.
Roland was stroking his cock while Ricky followed his orders, sucking his balls and licking his cock-head. He was getting close. “I want to see your ass, boy. Push your pants down so I can see your buns.”
His pants were damp and he had to use both hands to shove them down onto his thighs, freeing his huge dick, so it was now his naked cock rubbing against Roland’s naked foot and ankle. Roland took in the beautiful sight of the young mechanic’s creamy bubble-butt moving as he humped his foot, and he felt the stud’s precum on his skin. He felt the tightening of his balls and knew he was about to shoot.”
“I’m ready to cum, boy, and you are going to swallow my load. Get your mouth on my fat cock-head, bitch.”
Ricky did not resist. He had been licking the cock for nearly ten minutes, and following all the older man’s orders, so he stretched his lips over the cock-head, and even ran his tongue around it. He felt the heavy throbbing, and increased his own rhythm, using his sexual passion to cover the humiliation he felt from all he was being forced to do. As he felt Roland’s hot cum hit the back of his throat, his own cock fired. He was too turned on to worry if this was a sign he might be gay. Both men had trembling orgasms, and Roland pulled Ricky up onto his chest and crushed him in a bear-hug as the last spasms shook them. He pulled their lips together and frenched himp deeply. Ricky was too drained to resist.