Page 67 of Missile Tow
I watched as he tried to get the offending grease off his thumb. His face scrunched up like a pug, the expression trying its best to ruin such a handsome face, but ultimately failing. He was heartbreakingly beautiful.
“Look at me,” I whispered, holding my hand out to him.
He assumed I wanted a hand out of the Jeep, but I pulled him toward me instead. He ignored my greasiness and allowed me to yank him into the open door.
“Hey,” he complained. “You’re greasy and oily.”
I winked at him shamelessly. “Normally you don’t complain when I’m greased up,” I quipped, glancing toward my crotch.
He eyed me closely, tilting his head. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying, mister?”
“Feel.” I lifted off the seat of the Jeep.
Van quickly looked behind himself before grabbing my erection and rubbing its length through my Carhartt’s. “Mmm,” he moaned, licking his lips. He glanced at his watch. “We have Bertie for another thirty minutes.”
“And?” I teased.
“Andget your ass in the shop shower and give me five minutes,” he ordered. “I expect you showered and sitting on the bench by the time I get there. Lock the shop doors too.”
“Bossy much?”
He squeezed my cock harder. “You want this drained, mister?”
“Hell yeah, I do.”
Van pointed to the garage bathroom and then walked away. Stopping halfway to the mercantile door, he turned around. “The restroom is that way, so hurry up.” He crossed his arms, tapping a foot on the concrete floor.
I hopped up and made my way to the back of the shop. My grandfather had added the shower in the garage restroom aftermany years of my grandmother complaining about him coming home smelling like grease and gasoline.
In addition to a sink, toilet, and shower, there were six lockers for employees and a metal bench sitting along the wall of the surprisingly large room. After a quick shower, the bench was where I sat naked, waiting for Van.
Van stepped into the restroom and locked the door. Turning to face me, I noted a very seductive and naughty expression on his face. He stood silently, taking all of me in. After a thorough eye-banging, he finally spoke.
“You’re in for a surprise.”
“Yeah?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he continued staring at my erection without uttering a word. The sexual tension in the air proved to be almost too much. I was rock hard, stroking my cock as he walked around the room, circling me like a wolf eyeing a lamb.
“Don’t do that!” He motioned toward my cock. “That’s my job.”
“Get naked then,” I replied, patting the bench. “Join me, boy.”
“Not happening, mister mechanic,” he rasped. “I’m not into that stuff because I’m not gay, but I understand I have a bill to pay. One I can’t afford.”
Realizing he was playing a scene he may have found hot, I decided to go all in. Role play was new to me, but I’d discovered Van was open to a lot of things I’d never experienced. I knew from recent experience that he liked a more passive role in the bedroom, so I decided to fulfill my role as macho mechanic.
“You’re paying one way or another,” I gruffed, holding my balls in one hand while running the other hand along my shaft.
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it in the corner. I waited for him to drop his jeans, but he didn’t do that.He kept me on edge while he continued walking around the room, eyeing me suspiciously.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” he confessed, suddenly adding a shy, naïve, and passive characteristic to his role. “I’m forced to because I’m broke, sir.”
“Well, punk. It looks like you’re gonna be sucking some dick then.”
He edged closer, avoiding eye contact. I had a hunch we were involved in something he’d fantasized about in the past. Without having many details, and because he never once belittled his ex, I suspected there were aspects of that past relationship that weren’t sexually fulfilling to Van.
“I don’t want you to touch me.”
