Fucking in the mechanic's van to pay the bill

Bobby sat in the passenger seat of the white Camry, with the seat leaned all the way back and the windows open. The car had broken down on some country road between Medicine Hat and Lethbridge, and was now parked on the side of the road. His boyfriend, Mike, had run over to a nearby farmhouse to look for help, due to the lack of cell signal.

Fortunately, they had a case of water, but Bobby was still baking in the Prairie heat. His shirt, already soaked, was long tossed into the backseat. His chest, waxed and tanned, formed beads of sweat that ran down into his crotch.

The Camry smelled of his cologne, Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue, that he had sprayed copiously to keep away the smell of his own BO. It also smelled like barbecue peanuts, a staple since they had left Fredericton, and started a meandering road trip, almost three weeks ago.

Bobby watched with a grin as Mike slowly walked back to the car. Hands on his hips, chest puffing. Mike's shirt was off too but draped around his neck. He was also tanned, they went tanning together, but he didn't wax his chest hair. His luscious black hair, that went just below his shoulders and was his pride and joy, was done up in a loose bun.

“Jesus Christ! You spray enough of that shit?” Mike exclaimed after choking on the cologne. “Why are you even in there? Get out, you'll die of heat stroke.”

Bobby sighed and got out of the car. The sun blared down on him. He went around the car and approached his boyfriend. Mike was very tall and around two hundred pounds naturally. His body was covered in tattoos of New Age spiritual symbols, Bobby didn't really care that much as to the specifics.

“Any luck?” Bobby got on his tippy toes and pulled Mike in for a kiss. They both smiled and hugged, enjoying the feel of each other's sweaty body. When they let go, Bobby gave Mike's cock a quick squeeze.

“Hey!” Mike laughed, “Not here, for fucks sake.”

Bobby came towards his boyfriend with seductive eyes, “Why not?” He was starved for touch lately as Mike's newfound obsession with intermittent fasting made him a tired and lazy fucker.

Mike held his arms out and laughed at him, “Because the mechanic is gonna be here in–,” he checked the time on his phone, “well, he should've been here by now actually.”

“Who'd you call?”

Mike was slightly annoyed, “I don't know, some local they recommended.”

“Why didn't you call CAA?”

“They said he'd be here in like twenty minutes. Speak of the devil…”

Mike pointed at the white Ford Transit cresting the hill and making their way towards them. “That's our guy.” Mike redid his man bun and combed his tight beard. He left his shirt off, eager to show off his tattoos.

Bobby didn't have to do anything as he was clean shaven everyday with very tight brown hair. His small gold earrings, a gift from Mike, reflected the sun. Despite both being twenty nine, Bobby looked five years younger and Mike the opposite.

The van drove past them and then turned around to pull up behind them. Bobby was anxious for some reason as he listened to the bang of the mechanic shutting the van's door. Then he followed the footsteps, in his head, as the mechanic approached the driver's side window.

Bobby was immediately mesmerised by one of the most handsome men he'd ever seen. Early thirties, average height, with the slightest hint of stubble. His hair was receding slightly. The skin was a wonderful brown, the kind you get from working outside. His eyes, a beautiful greyish green, and they seemed to steal Bobby's freewill the moment they locked. The smile was warm and inviting.

“Hey. You mind stepping out?”

The couple just sort of stared at him stupid, both of them were still soaking in the man before them.

“The road, it's dangerous, I–”

The couple both sprang to life in embarrassment, as if they had been caught doing something that they shouldn't have.

“Yes, of course!” blurted out Mike as they got out of the car. The three of them assembled in front of the hood of the Camry.

“Name’s Ben,” the mechanic said with a smile and a handshake for both of them.

When Bobby shook hands with the strong man with the rough hands, he instantly felt a rush of blood to his crotch. They held eye contact in a way that was noticeable to Mike.

“Thanks for comin’, man. No idea what's wrong with her. You mind talkin' a look?” Mike said with a playful but slightly agitated bang on the hood.

Ben quickly let go of Bobby's hand and blushed, “Of course, you wanna pop the hood for me?”

When Mike was bent over in the front seat to unlatch the hood, Bobby and Ben took the opportunity to make eye contact again. Ben grinned at Bobby, who quickly looked away before looking back and flashing a shy smile of his own. The hood popped open and Mike returned.

Mike looked at the two of them with narrowed eyes, “There ya go, Chief.”

Ben registered the jealousy and decided to pretend he didn't, “Perfect, well I'll let you know what's up when I find out.”

Mike started to walk away and he pulled at Bobby's wrist to follow him. Bobby snuck one last peak as he turned away.

Bobby and Mike spent the next hour sitting in an adjacent field while Ben went back and forth between his van and the Camry. Bobby tried to focus on Mike, who was ranting about the latest New Age grifter and something about ‘transcendence’, but he couldn't help but watch the mechanic. Ben had pulled down the top half of his coveralls, exposing his muscular, hairy torso. Bobby was convinced he was doing it just for him.

Ben whistled for them when he was done. His body looked almost like a sculpture with the midday sun reflecting off of his slick body. Bobby imagined Ben's cock and its taste. The feel of the man's hands on his ass…

“Just a broken belt. No biggie. You'll be driving out, no problem.”

The couple jumped for joy. So far they had been spared car troubles on their road trip across Canada, so they were quite shocked when they heard the banging and the car stopped working.

“Hell yea,” Mike composed himself and wiped the stray hairs out of his eyes, “so, uh, you take Apple Pay?”

Ben raised one of his eyebrows and laughed an awkward laugh before getting serious again, “Uh, no, you see any cell service or Wi-Fi around here?”

“Well, we don't carry cash for fucks sake! Who carries cash?” Mike complained.

“Not my problem, looks like I'm taking the belt back then.” Ben said with reluctance as he walked toward the still open hood of the Camry.

Mike and Ben started yelling at each other about the legality of removing the belt. It looked like it might come to blows, and Bobby suspected there was more at play than just the belt, so he yelled, “STOP!”

The two men stopped fighting and for a moment their facial expressions fell into neutral again.

“Can't we just…work something out?” Bobby said softly.

“Work someth– you mean like…?” Mike was stunned. He flashed his gaze back and forth quickly between the two men.

Ben smiled and made eye contact with Bobby, “Yes, we can.”

Mike went to say something but Bobby whispered to him, “Think of how far we've come. Remember how badly you wanted to see BC? It's just five minutes…”

“I…well…I mean…”

Ben stood there for a second quietly then asked, “So we're good?”

Ben looked at Mike and Mike nodded to consent to the deal. An excited Bobby had to restrain himself from jumping in the air. Ben motioned with a finger to follow him.

They walked back to Ben's work van and he opened the back doors. He stepped back and motioned for Bobby to get inside, and then he got inside himself. When Mike tried to get inside, Ben told him, “Just him,” and shut the door in his face.

The back of the van was tight, with tool racks on both sides of them. There was, however, enough room for the both of them to stand comfortably. The air was stifling with a hint of the sweet smell of petroleum. The only light came in through the front windshield.

Bobby was nervous so Ben approached him and put his hands gently on Bobby's upper arms, slowly working his way down to his elbows. This relaxed Bobby enough to start feeling up Ben’s torso. He was enthralled at the hardness of Ben's body and the different muscles he could feel. The chest hair was wet and rough. He buried his face in Ben's chest and inhaled deeply the man's hard earned musk. Gasoline, oil, and sweat.

Ben wrapped his strong arms around him and squeezed, eliciting a moan from Bobby. Bobby ran his finger tips over Ben's hairy back, then he slipped his hand into the front of Ben's coveralls. He was surprised that Ben wasn't wearing underwear when his hand grabbed Ben's thick, hot cock. Ben reached around to give Bobby a slap on the ass and gently bit his neck and ear.

Every move they made, the van creaked and moaned. They learned to keep their feet still or they might step on something. It was increasingly suffocating inside the van. They both dropped their bottoms to cool off, and pressed their wet bodies against each other.

“You wanna suck me?” Ben’s hot breath whispered in his ear.

Bobby kissed him hard, and whispered back, “Yes,” before he slowly dropped to his knees on the hard metal floor.

Ben went to the front of the van and grabbed the cushion he used when he drove, off the front seat. He gave it to Bobby, “Here,” he said with a small smile.

The cushion was soft and broken in. The van floor was still hot on his toes but his knees were comfortable. He wrapped each hand on one of Ben's firm thighs and took in the salty, sweaty aroma. Ben's cock was fully erect. Cut. Six and a half inches and thick. Recently trimmed pubes.

Bobby started licking the mechanic's sweaty balls. Ben put his hand in Bobby's hair and squeezed, he was leaning on a counter with the other. Bobby got the balls nice and wet with his tongue and then he sucked on them, taking his time to appreciate each one, almost religiously.

This, is transcendence, Bobby thought to himself.

Before he started sucking, Bobby looked up and made eye contact with Ben. He wanted so badly to make Ben happy at that moment. He licked off the pre-cum and started sucking the head, causing Ben to shiver with pleasure.

“Do you have lube?” Ben asked with some trepidation.

Unable to talk with the cock in his mouth, Bobby tried to shake his head, ‘yes,’ and said, “Yeh oh duhhhh kah.”

Ben leaned over and banged on the van door, keeping the other hand on Bobby's head. He banged again. And again.

What they didn't know was that Mike’s cock couldn't handle the banging and creaking sounds anymore, and he had run back to the Camry to settle his own accounts.

“That's fine, we'll use spit if we have to.” Ben said with a devilish grin.

From that moment Bobby dedicated himself to making as much spit as possible for his idol. He spit on it and gagged himself. Ben kept his hands by his head, enjoying the pleasure. Bobby took the spit from the base of Ben's cock and used it to lube up Ben's cock and balls.

Ben's knees were weak, it was hard for him to stand. Good boy, he thought to himself. He could feel the pressure building so he grabbed Bobby's head and stopped him.

“Did I do something wrong?” Bobby asked in between breaths.

Ben smiled, “No you did too good, I'm gonna cum. I wanna fuck your ass though.”

He just let it hang in the air for a minute.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” Bobby said with a smile.

Ben wiped up Bobby's drool and had him spit in his hand. He used that spit and drool to lube up Bobby's hole. Bobby tensed up. Ben slipped a finger inside, then another. The rough fingers sort of hurt Bobby but he was too obsessed with being fucked, at that moment, to even notice.

Ben was enjoying Bobby's cologne, he didn't get to smell many nice things. There were not many openly feminine guys in that part of rural Canada. He spit on his hand, and rubbed it on his cock. Bobby got an adrenaline rush as Ben rubbed his tip against his hole.

“Are you sure you want this?”

Bobby nodded enthusiastically, he already felt like he could cum, “Yes!”

Ben wrapped his hands around Bobby's shoulders and stood behind him. He slowly pushed his way in a bit before retreating. He repeated this method six times, each time with fresh spit, before he could get it in Bobby's ass. The thick cock hurt Bobby but only for a minute or two, once it was in, he was in heaven. Ben started slowly, taking care to watch Bobby for signs of discomfort.

Outside the van, Mike was back, an ounce lighter, and listening enviously. He could hear the rattle of the shelves and the occasional tool slamming off the ground. He was guilty that he was aroused as we was, and he rubbed his resurrected cock through his pocket. All the while waving at passing cars like a lookout.

Within a couple minutes Bobby was using his hands to brace himself against the walls, so he didn't get knocked over by the strong man's rapid, aggressive thrusts. One hand on either shoulder and bending Bobby slightly backwards, Ben fucked Bobby like he'd never fuck a femme guy again. Bobby grinned and beared while letting out a low guttural moan. He was almost in a state of Nirvana. His cock began to twitch. One, twice, and then he came. Over and over. Five thin streaks over the van's floor. At that moment Bobby felt like he was floating. His knees practically gave and he was being almost entirely held up by Ben.

Ben fucked Bobby for another ten seconds at max intensity before he slowly pulled out and put Bobby on his knees. Bobby was drunk from the endorphins at that point and he happily opened his mouth wide without any instruction, getting a chuckle out of Ben.

Ben held his hand out and got some spit from Bobby. He used that to masturbate while he thought of how hard he had just been fucking Bobby. An intense tremble went through Ben's body as he shot three thick ropes that coated Bobby's lips and tongue. Bobby looked up at Ben in admiration as he used his fingers to scoop his reward into his mouth.

Ben got Bobby a couple clean rags to wipe any remaining cum off and they were mostly silent as they got dressed again.

“You from New Brunswick?”

Bobby looked at him cockeyed.

“Your plate. New Brunswick. I'm in the Maritimes sometimes. Maybe we'll meet again.”

The courage was mostly gone from Bobby once the clothes were back on, so he gave a non-committal, “Sure.”

When Bobby opened the van door, the light outside was blinding. Mike took a few steps away from the door and tried to act like he was analyzing clouds.

“Alright, we're good.” The mechanic said to Mike with a frown and a nod. He turned to Bobby and gave him a heartfelt, slow nod with a smile, and then walked back to his van.

The couple sat in their working car and listened to the engine pur as they watched the van disappear over the hill.

Mike casually tossed the tissue he had used out the window. He cut the tension with a quiet, “Just so you know, I am grateful that you did that...,” he smashed his hand off the wheel in excitement and shouted, “BC is gonna be fuckin’ sick!”

The couple made sweet eye contact and they kissed, slowly and passionately. There was a taste that Mike didn't bother to mention. He thought to himself, Lesson learned: always carry cash.