Having left college and homeless, I took up a job at a local garage.  It's a small, independent shop.  One of those neighborhood places you find dotted throughout towns across the country.  Once a gas station with repair bays, now simply a mechanics garage.

At 21, I'm the youngest on staff.  I do most of the tedious stuff, oil changes, transmission and radiator flushes.  Essentially things the car owner could do, but doesn't.  The other three are older; the two mechanics being late 20's or early 30's, and the owner in his mid 40's. 

Besides the basic work I do, I also have a project car.  It's a car that the owner abandoned because of the extent of the work necessary and the dealership took ownership of.  I'm tasked with getting this bad boy back up and running, so when I don't have the basic stuff to do, I'm working on it.

This past June it had been hot.  Fucking sweltering, to be honest.  Myself and one of the mechanics, Jeff, were left behind to close up the shop.  Since the late afternoons are dead, it means Jeff does his thing and I get to work on my project car out in the back lot. 

Since Jeff is up front, I'm zoned out working on my car while he closes up the place when that time comes.  I can't say that I haven't noticed Jeff, he's a good looking guy.  Chiseled features, scruff beard of dark brown hair, and stunning blue eyes that can make you weak in the knees.  I can't help but notice him at times.  Jeff knows I notice him. 

When I'd check him out at the urinal he wouldn't step forward to make it difficult to see, or those days we happen to be dressing together and he'd have a change of clothes, he'd linger longer in his underwear.  When he became aware of what I was interested in seeing, he let me check him out. 

This isn't as if I just admired him from afar.  We talked, we'd eat lunch or go for beers and dinner after work if we worked together.  I wasn't stalking him, just catching glances of him when I could.

On this particularly hot, sunny, Saturday Jeff and I were working in our overalls, zipped down to our waists.  We were both hot, sweaty, and slightly dirty messes.  After closing up the shop Jeff came into the back lot where I was working.  I wasn't actually paying much attention to Jeff, but he seemed to be hanging close.  Neither of us was really paying close attention to the conversation, though I kept waiting for him to tell me it was time to wrap it up.  Then I felt him press against my ass with his stiff cock.  The conversation stopped.  I set my wrench down, straightened up and wiped my hand with a rag.  I looked down and saw his overalls unzipped all the way, the bulge in his underwear extending out beyond his overalls.

It had actually been sometime since I'd been with a guy. Or a girl for that matter.  A house party late last year that ended up costing me my relationship in an ironic twist.  I wasn't actively looking for someone.  I checked out Jeff no more or less than I checked out any of my other coworkers.  It's just that Jeff was making a move and a move I didn't necessarily expect.

Over the course of the past several weeks I had become aware that if one thing was true, Jeff seemed to get involved with psycho women.  The kind of woman that will stand there and punch and slap you, but as soon as you try to stop her she claims you're abusing her.  Or the kind that when you try to be flirty with her she'll tell you to stop, but a moment later will start accusing you of being "gay" because you're not
receptive to her attempts to be flirty.  Yeah, the psycho-bitch type. 

So he had been out of a relationship for a while because he seemed to be going in the same cycle repeatedly with similar women.  The fact that he was standing cock-to-ass behind me was a slight bit of a shock.  As much as I had taken an interest in seeing his cock, I never anticipated he had any interest in having sex with a guy.

As I looked down he asked if I wanted to suck his cock.  Being in the moment, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock.  My mind raced at a thousand thoughts a second considering every possibility of what this meant or could lead to and if any of it was what I wanted.  My hand embraced his bulge.  My hand slid down his shaft sheathed in his boxers, gliding past his firm head and then back up, my fingers brushing his thick cum-filled balls.  If there was any reservation, any hesitation, my hand had betrayed me and gave away my desire.  He bade me to suck his cock. 

I turned around to face him.  I placed my hands on his waist.  Sliding first my pinkies, then the rest of my fingers under the waist band of his underwear.  Despite wiping my hands on a rag before, both his underwear and ass were streaked with black oil and dirt as my hands slide down his ass taking his underwear down with.

His 8" cock bounced out in front of my face.  His cut cock stood firm, not quite straight out at me, but with a slight hang.  The head curves up and away in a dramatic ridge.  The bottom of the head is only slightly deeper than the shaft where the frenulum meets. The shaft arched back slightly, while simultaneously deepening and widening quickly after the head.  A hugely thick vein running down the top side of shaft branching into a few feeder veins.  He was slightly wider than he was thick.  Having not been in this position for a while, my hard on was raging.

To be clear, Jeff up to this point hadn't recently done any manscaping.  He offered a full bush including hairy balls.  I wrapped one hand around his shaft, pushing his cock up while wrapping my other hand behind his balls drawing them forward.  I took each of his sweaty balls in my mouth, sucking on them gently, drawing slowly off each before sucking in the other.  He let out a sigh, and he firmly placed his hand on the top of my head.

I let go of his cock as I drew my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, tracing his wide urethra up to the frenulum, then flicking my tongue against it.  He offered a soft moan, at which point my tongue slid up to his cum hole moping up a copious amounts of precum on its way.  He let out a more intense moan as I took his precum into my mouth and swallowed it.  The sweet precum was just as I remembered it. 

As my lips pressed against his head, Jeff pulled me closer to him with his hand.  My lips wrapped around his head, spreading wider as he went deeper into my mouth, until I was swallowing his cock down my throat.  This time he let out a satisfied moan as he held my mouth deep around his cock.  I struggled against his girth, and his pubes tickling my nose.  After about 15 seconds he let go his grip, and then I began sucking off his cock.

For both Jeff and I it had been a while.  I was in no hurry to end the moment and he was enjoying every second of it.  I sucked intensely on his cock while drawing him in my mouth.  Sometimes just so his head popped into my mouth, other times down to the base of his cock.  Varying the amount of time I went down on his cock, alternating between it and sucking or licking the shaft of this cock.

His moans were growing more frequent, and the amount of precum more copious.  As I kept going, his cock became engorged and I pulled off.  I told him to hold it, his cock was flopping as he worked to hold in his orgasm.  To help steady him and make it less likely he'd cum, I wrapped my lips around his shaft near the base.  Although a stream of cum came out of, he'd held his orgasm in, and I mopped up the pearly white cum up with my tongue being careful not to arouse him too much.

His cum was powerful.  The sweet/salty flavor and musky aroma was a welcomed sensation.  The flavor washed over my tongue and the smell filled my nostrils, while is cum coated my mouth and throat in slippery goodness as I swallowed it down.  I was so horny at this point I could have blown my load.

For the longest time Jeff was an image of masculinity in my mind, a straight guy I was only supposed to admire from afar and I was on the verge of getting him off with my oral skillz. 

I went back down on his cock sucking him deep into my throat.  He'd gone a little soft from the minor ejaculation, but I worked his head even more aggressively to bring him back around.  It didn't take long before Jeff was back into full form, his hand once again guiding my mouth over his cock.  We weren't going to try and have him hold it in this time, and without a word both of us understood it. 

Once again his cock engorged, this time even more firm than previously.  His breathing became deeper and more frequent and he was fucking my mouth slightly with slight movements of his hips.  As I worked his head in and out of my mouth, I could smell the musky aroma of cum in my nose, then spasms of cum shot into my mouth.  The thick cum quickly filled my mouth, oozing out of the sides before I could swallow it all.  I cleaned the sides of my mouth with a finger, then suck it dry, then returned to his cock to suck it dry.

The stream of profanities coming from Jeff was enough to know he was pretty pleased with my performance, but in case I wasn't sure he added in a "That was incredible!" just so I was aware.  His cock flopped up and down in front of me and occasionally I drew him back into my mouth to suck him dry again, before I got to my feet.

It felt good to get up off what passed as pavement, a mix of asphalt worn by years of weather and oil, and gravel.  As I stood before him, I placed my hands on his waist once again, this time drawing him closer.  It was at this moment I realized I completely misunderstood the situation.  I went in for a kiss when Jeff pushed against me and assured me "I'm not gay.  For me a blow job is just a blow job.  It doesn't matter if its a guy or a girl, I just wanted a blow job."  Rarely have I lost an erection quicker.

A few days later, when we worked together again, this time on lunch, he asked me for another blow job.  It took me a moment, but I couldn't pass up another opportunity to wrap my lips around his cock.  Since then the frequency of blow jobs from me had rapidly increased.  It isn't that there aren't other guys out there.  It's that really enjoy his cock.