Indian Gay sex story – Lubed sex – 1

Indian Gay sex story – Lubed sex – part 1

My problem was that I didn’t have time to jack off that early Saturday morning. I was running late for an appointment I had made with my auto mechanic. He had a busy business and, only as a special favor, was he allowing me come in on a Saturday. But I was horny. Really horny! My big balls tingled with every movement I made. They felt heavy with juice and kept letting me know they were ready for a great explosion of cum. During my quick shower, I had sensed they were in perfect condition for some action, all plump and full, tingly and serious, but I had to forgo my pleasures and abstain from my normal morning jack off so I wouldn’t be late.

The mechanic realized that over the past few years I had become a very good customer. He kept my two cars in top-notch condition, doing all their routine maintenance and taking care of any problems that arose. I was never hesitant to take his advice about the cars and I always paid my bill before leaving his shop. So, when I told him that Saturday was the only day this week I was free, he surprised me by agreeing to an early appointment.

When I arrived at his shop, I saw him leaning against the building, looking very casual. And exceptionally sexy! He wore short shorts with breath-taking bulges; a sleeveless T-shirt cut so short his muscled midriff was fully exposed; a pair of work boots, which looked out of place with that outfit but gave him an incredibly seductive aura and did something to increase the impact his muscular long legs had on me; and a baseball cap, which he refused to wear backwards in the popular mode.

When he saw my car approaching, he waved me into the only open bay, guiding me with a flurry of arm movements. Then he closed the doors behind us. My tingling balls told me we were alone together in that silent garage.

The provocative sight of his nonchalant movements reconfirmed to me that I should have taken the time to jack off that morning. Just the sight of him was turning me on.

In the years that I’d known him, following him from his work at a large garage to opening his own business, I had no doubt that his handsome good looks and outstanding physique were the real reasons for my loyalty. As he matured and grew stronger, he also grew even better looking and sexier. But these were factors quietly enjoyed from afar. I had never come on to him, and was glad I hadn’t when, about a year and a half ago, he got married. But we had become friendly enough, bantering humorously together and sharing laughs, so I’d been invited to the wedding.

I had recommended him to a number of my friends, also. Most of them were gay, although fairly discreet about it. But I figured the mechanic was not stupid. He knew the score. He probably figured I was gay, too, but never threw it up to me.

He looked me over as I got out of the car. “How’re you doing, man?” he asked in welcoming tones.

“Hot and horny, Samar,” I replied with an honest grimace. “Hot and horny,” I repeated casually, thinking about the times I’d heard that same phrase used.

“Yes. I know the feeling,” he agreed casually. A strong hand fell to his crotch and he adjusted himself unselfconsciously.

I stared his flagrant gesture. I couldn’t help myself. I’d never before seen him in casual clothes, let alone such sexy ones, only in his loose-fitting coveralls, and the tuxedo at the wedding. His basket was plump and full (“Just like my balls,” I thought) and so impressive as to be almost immodest. Everything about him exuded sexual energy. I was amazed. His every movement enticed me. It felt like he was flaunting himself at me, coming on to me.

“Yes, Jack,” he sighed, sidling up right next to me, “I’m horny, too. More’n usual.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

“Wife’s been gone all week; won’t be back till a week from tomorrow.” He almost whispered the information to me, as if sharing a suggestive secret.

“You MUST be horny. Is this the first time she’s left you alone?”

“No. She’s done it before,” he answered, looking pained. Then, after a pause, he added, “But this time it’s really been tough on me. More’n usual.”

I didn’t know quite what to say, so I just nodded my head.

“Yes, I’m horny, alright,” he told me, paused, and then grinned, nudging me with an elbow, “But what about you? You’re a single guy. What do you do to get your rocks off when you’re horny?”

“Well, I’m a guy who jacks off a lot,” I admitted, honestly, seemingly without much enthusiasm.

“Yes, like most guys,” he agreed. “I’ve just never been one for ‘solo’ bouts with my fist, though. Guess I need lots of loving.” He looked downhearted.

I smiled at him. I couldn’t think of the right thing to say and cursed myself for it. He seemed to be trying to lead this somewhere, and I would surely follow, but I sensed that anything I said could easily be misinterpreted. I didn’t want to piss him off. Jack him off, maybe. But piss him off, never.

“Well, what do you need, today, Jack?” he suddenly asked, changing the subject completely, becoming officious.

“I need a lube job.” I was serious

He leaned back and laughed, loudly. He saw my perplexed look and laughed even harder. Through the laughter, he asked, with some effort, “Don’t you know what that means?”

I shook my head.

“Never ask a mechanic for a lube job…” He paused, looked serious, and added, “…it means you want your crank oiled. Or you want to be serviced by an oiled crank; one way or the other.” Then he laughed some more, apparently finding my obvious embarrassment quite amusing.

When he calmed down, he grinned, put an arm around my shoulder like an affectionate older brother, and said, “Look, Jack, if you really want a lube job, I’ll give you one.” He paused, a serious look on his face, then he added, “…but you’ll have to give me one, too.” And he started to laugh again.

“All right,” I said simply. I was calm.

His hand dropped from around my shoulders, he stopped laughing, and took a step back, away from me. He stared at me. Then his eyes darted around as if to be sure we weren’t being watched or overheard. “Don’t fuck around, man,” he said in a pained whisper.

“I never fuck around…” I said simply, pausing. “…not that way,” I added.

His eyebrows shot up. “You mean you’d be willing to…” he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Fucking A,” I replied in all seriousness, mimicking a friend of mine who loves to use that expression.

“Well… Uh… why?” he asked hesitantly, acting a bit confused.

“Looks like we’re both in the same boat, man. You’re horny. I’m horny.” I paused. “If I can be of ‘service’…” I paused, after stressing the word, twisting it into a sexual nuance.

He grinned. I had used the right word. “Service!” he repeated excitedly. A hand returned to his groin and he groped himself again, this time lewdly, watching for my reaction.

I slid a knowing fist to my own crotch and straightened up my lengthening cock so it wouldn’t get stuck in the pants leg of my jeans. His reaction was to grin as he stared at the bulge.

“I’m turning you on, aren’t I?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I answered simply.

“Wow! This is great! I really need some…” he stopped. The bulge in his shorts formed a thick, straight lump right up to the waistline of the garment. He was becoming erect and the evidence of it was truly impressive. Excitingly impressive! Mouthwateringly impressive!

I slowly reached out my left hand and slid it over the smooth, taut skin of his waist. The feel of him was overwhelming. Hot, dry, firm flesh seemed to tingle with goose bumps at my touch. His reaction was to lean towards me as my hand slid around to his back. I felt strong muscles knotted at the small of his back, and fine masculine hair curling there. He was all man, I recognized at the touch. I pulled him closer and our hot bodies collided, thrusting at one another.

“Do you really use lube oil?” I asked quietly.

“It’s got contaminants,” he said with a grin. “I always keep a tube of Vaseline around. It works better. But we could use lube oil, if it’s a fantasy of yours.” He was trying to be cooperative.

“No, I just wondered. Let’s use the Vaseline.”

“Okay. Why don’t we just get rid of these clothes,” he suggested in a salacious tone, and he began to unbutton my shirt.

In a flash we were both stripped down to our socks. God, he was beautiful, and with such an astounding cock that I could hardly believe my good fortune. And it was stiffly erect, solid, not swaying, and so taut it looked like he had no extra skin on the entire wide shaft. A glance told me he was really ready.

“Man,” I sighed, “you look terrific!”

He straightened himself up, took a deep breath and sucked in his flat stomach, and posed proudly for me as I started.

It’s at moments like these that have made me realize all the effort I put in at the gym is worth it. The last thing I wanted would be for him to be turned off because I was puffy and out of shape. No, I saw in his eyes the reaction he was having to my body. He liked what he saw! It made me feel proud. Squats had developed my buttocks beyond the norm, so when I shifted and let him get a good look, his eyes bulged and his hot cock throbbed noticeably.

“Man,” he sighed, “I didn’t realize how fuckable your ass looks!”

“I didn’t realize how suckable you cock looks,” I retorted, boldly bending over to slip my mouth over the big crown.

He groaned and humped his hips, aiding the engulfment of his organ.

I sucked, getting a good portion of the long weapon into my throat, enjoying myself, until, suddenly, he pulled back.

“Fuck! You can really suck cock!” he exclaimed. “But I’m going to come in a flash and I really want to slip into this fine ass of yours, man.” He grabbed a cheek as if to emphasize his desire.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked. “We’re not in a hurry, are we? Let me have a quick one, now. Then we can take our time with the fuck. What do you think?”

“You’re right! I can come three or four times in a row, and I’m so horny right now, sure, suck my cock! Enjoy!

Before he had finished speaking, his cock was already back down my throat. He humped, I sucked, and we blended quickly into an exceptionally physical act of masculine lovemaking with no holds barred. In no time his big balls were thumping against my chin, as he worked effortlessly with me to pound every inch of his giant cock into me deeply. I loved it! I love sucking cock. I sensed he had received blowjobs from men before, since his reactions were so strongly forceful. He knew this wasn’t a routine blowjob, like others he had had, and I knew it, too.

“Man, this is GREAT,” he shouted enthusiastically.

I rubbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me as deeply as possible. I rode that huge cock from tip to balls, over and over, with extreme pleasure for both of us, enjoying myself to the point of oncoming orgasm – both his and mine. I recognized the tight humps, muffled grunts, tight balls at my chin and stiff muscles, along with my own surging waves of euphoric bliss. I erupted without touching myself, my pleasure was so complete.

“God! Your cum just bathed my balls!” He grunted excitedly, adding, “this is so amazing! Here’s my load!” But he was already pumping his hot cum into me. As I unloaded all over his thighs and the floor, he kept filling my mouth with his full blasts of cum. Blast after blast after blast after blast, proving the level of his sexually excited arousal. Taking that first load from him caused extreme pleasure for both of us and was overwhelmingly memorable. ((Oh, God, I just shot a load in my shorts!))

When it was over, when he dropped his hands from my head and I slid my hands off his buttocks, he took a step back, looked down at the semen on his balls, legs and floor, and sighed, “You had your hands on my ass, so I know you shot off without touching yourself! I’ve never seen anyone do that!” His expression was one of wonder.

“Let me clean it up,” I sighed as I leaned in and lapped and licked up my semen. His big balls squirmed with delight as I sucked and cleaned them. His body wiggled as I tickled his thighs with my tongue. I’ve always loved my own jism! But his hot cum was so good that I became instantly addicted to it! I love sucking cock. But (all together now) I ADORE drinking fresh hot cum!

He reached down, put his strong hands under my arms and lifted me upright, hugging me to himself as I rose. “That was perfect, man!” he sighed with a note of deeply expressed honesty.

“Yes,” I agreed instantly, “Perfect!”

We were leaning tightly together, not wanting to separate, as we wound down from such an intensely powerful, sexual high. Interestingly enough, neither cock started to deflate. No, they stood proudly next to each other, throbbing.

Gay sex story to be continued ….