Josh was tired. He had worked alone getting all the cars fixed. His last helper had been a drunk, and he had to let him go when he dropped a wrench on a carburetor, denting the butterfly beyond repair. He had to find another. He had put an ad in the local news, but the prospects were slim.
Josh was a big man, standing six-foot-three and weighing all of two-eighty-five, a commanding figure with jet-black hair now showing signs of gray sneaking into his full beard. He was a strong man, but the volume of work required another set of hands.
As the clock on the garage wall headed toward midnight, he decided at last to call it a day, but as he turned the key in the door, a hulking old car pulled into the bay. "At this hour?" he grumbled to himself.
"Hello!" came a voice from the beat-up Chevy. "Are you still looking for a mechanic?"
"Yes, I am," Josh answered back, "but it's late, and I was just closing up for the night." As he neared the car, he could see the young man in the shadows.
"I'm sorry to come so late," the fellow said, "but I just moved here, and didn't see the ad till just an hour ago. Had a little trouble finding the place. You're sorta out of the way. I can come back in the morning if you want."
Josh looked into the man's eyes and could tell he was sincere. "Let me bring out an application, and you can bring it back in the morning."
As the young man stepped out of the car, Josh was stunned. He stood almost as tall as he and had the bulk of a man who enjoyed eating. He was wearing worn jeans, and a work shirt that had seen better days. A bright red cap covered his brown hair.
With more than a little lust in his eye, Josh watched him get out of the car and approach him at the door. It had been a while since Josh had any sex other than alone in front of the TV, watching porn. Now, this hot-looking man was asking for a job!
As they went into the office together, Josh asked his name. "Name's Jack," he said. "I've been looking for work quite awhile. That's why I came to town. Pickin's are slim for a guy with no roots. I guess everyone is afraid to take a chance on someone they don't know."
"Well," Josh said, "You won't get any of that around here. I always check out a man's work first."
Jack asked if he could use the men's room, so Josh pointed the way to the back of the garage. Josh couldn't help but stare at the broad rear that filled the guy's jeans. Thoughts of fucking that hot-looking ass made him horny as hell. It wouldn't take much.
Jack didn't close the door. Josh could look right in to see him unzipping his fly, and taking out his semi-hard cock. Looking over his shoulder, he spotted Josh watching him piss. He didn't turn away. Taking this as a good sign, Josh went to the bathroom door running his hand over his crotch. "I have to go, too," he said.
Taking out his cock, he began stroking it. He noticed Jack looking down. "Interested?" he asked with a grin. At that, Jack reached over and took hold of Josh's now rock-hard cock and pulled him closer for a long, hard kiss while their hands ran over each other's hot bodies stripping off their clothes. In seconds, they embraced naked in the middle of the garage - two hulking, furry bears ready to play.
Leaning down, Josh sucked on Jack's tits. The nipples stood out from their nest of fur, firming up under the touch of his tongue until he grasped them with his fingertips, pinching them lightly as he worked his tongue farther down with wet laps to Jack's round and hairy belly. Stopping only to savor the man-smells and to sniff ecstatically at Jack's crotch, Josh found himself at last nibbling the tip of Jack's cock, thrilling at the shivers of pleasure his hungry mouth inspired in this mountain of a man before whom he kneeled.
Standing slightly to turn Jack around, he pushed him over the hood of a Pontiac he had been working on an hour before and pawed at that magnificent ass. He lowered himself to spread those sweet cheeks and drive his tongue deep into the chasm. The moans of pleasure above him stopped when Jack cried out, "Fuck me!"
With that, Josh stood, guiding his ready cock to the quivering man-hole waiting for its thrust. He shoved it in fiercely. Jack cried out again as Josh fucked him with long, slow, deliberate strokes, gliding in deeper and deeper until he could feel the rolling thunder in his balls building up to a climax, but he didn't want this to end so soon. There were other places in the garage to try.
Sliding his dick out of Jack's ass, Josh pulled him up from the hood of the Pontiac, turned him around and said, "Let's see what you can do!" He handed the surprised Jack a wrench and told him to take the muffler off the car that was up on the hoist. Jack grinned, realizing he had never had more fun when taking a test. Lifting his beefy arms, he began undoing the old muffler, chuckling, "I've never done this in the nude before!"
He felt Josh suddenly reach around him from behind and grasp his hairy tits. "I can't concentrate if you keep that up," he said as Josh licked his way around his body from back to front, lapping the sweat from his back and side before bringing his smooth, wet tongue to rest on the left nipple, and then the right.
"Don't sweat it, Jack," whispered Josh with a husky laugh. "I'm not in any hurry to finish this car".
By this time, they were both half-covered with grease from the cars. "What the hell," said Josh, leaning over to grab a grease gun. "Let's go the whole way!"
He squirted axle grease the length of Jack's throbbing cock. "It's warm!" said Jack. "It feels good!" Josh tossed aside the grease gun and snatched Jack to him. Jack's cock banged against him, slippery and smooth. Josh slid his greased, mechanic's hands all over Jack's fat, furry body, pushing the big man until he backed him up against the cold steel of the lift.
Their cocks sloshed together, picking up speed as passion rose and sweat spilled from every pore. Little cries of pleasure became groans of frenzied lust as the climax approached. Orgasms erupted from them at the same time. They came together in one great, howling, greasy ecstasy more glorious than either had ever felt before.
It has been five years since that night, and Jack and Josh still work together late at the garage. So if you're ever in the neighborhood, stop by. They're always ready for a little work under the hood - or on top - whichever you prefer.

THE END



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