Travis is travelling cross country to visit friends when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for him Hank passes by and gives him a hand. While Hank is working, Travis becomes increasingly turned on by the half naked hottie mechanic and a serious tune up ensues!
Warning! This 6,300 word story contains Oral and Anal Erotica and is intended for mature audiences only.
“Nope, that’s not it either.”
“Sorry! I didn’t see any others that looked like they could be adjusted.” Travis replied back.
“No worries, I probably left it in the floorboard on the passenger side. Look down here a moment and I’ll describe it.”
Travis was happy to oblige and wasted no time in putting a hand on each of Hank’s thighs and dropping to his belly. It was overly bold but he put his head directly between the man’s legs until he was close enough that his lips almost touched the guys bulge. He could clearly see the head of the man’s downturned c**k as it pressed against the jeans...no underwear, he was going commando!
He locked eyes with Hank over the various swells of the gorgeous blonds prone and muscled frame. Travis was caught up in the moment, savoring the proximity to such a beautiful hunk of a man and lost track of the conversation until Hank pulled him out of his lustful daydream.
“Travis?” Oh crap! He had completely lost track of what was going on and had been staring at the outline of the guys d**k. What’s worse, he was fairly sure he may have even stroked his legs again subconsciously. Travis blushed hard and replied.
“You ok with getting the keys from pocket? Sorry if that’s too much to ask, but it would save having to get up again and it didn’t seem like you’d mind.” Hank made him blush by smiling impishly at him.
Travis looked at the stretched, skin tight pants and the first thought that came to mind was an incredulous, He’s got keys in there?? What he had just been asked to do suddenly hit him and he broke into what he hoped wasn’t a creepy looking smile.
“No! I don’t mind at all!” Travis slid his hands up and gripped Hank’s hips so that he could leverage himself into a better position to probe the pockets. He got a good feel of the guys hip bones and his, oh so deliciously tight waistline. That did it, Travis was fully hard now and struggling to not give in to his lust and just bury his face in Hank’s crotch.
Slowly, savoring the feeling of touching his muscled rescuer, Travis ran his hands down the denim jeans to feel for the keys buried within. He let his hands cover a much larger area than the pockets though and felt a edges of the guys bush of pubic hair adorning his thick, fleshy c**k. He squeezed the pair of hips he held in his hands, letting his palms dig in on either side of the man’s groin as he felt the power in those tight, slender hips.
“You’re going to find something else if you keep doing that.” Hank called out a warning. To Travis’s ears it didn’t sound like a complaint.
“Sorry, but I’m having a hard time feeling which pocket the key’s in.” Hank didn’t reply but thought he heard the man let a low, breathy sigh out. It was very apparent where the phrase ‘Skin Tight’ came from though. Try as he might he couldn’t work more than a few knuckles into the jean pocket.
“I can come on out and get them.” Hank’s words were a little bit deeper and huskier than his earlier conversation. Travis was losing himself though and was passing the point where he could pull himself back. He really didn’t want to stop and almost let a moan escape as he ground his own stiff c**k into the soft grass beneath him and felt the tingling pleasure of the motion.
“No, that’s ok. I’m already here, I’ll get them.” He didn’t care anymore and reached up to open the button to Hank’s jeans.