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The Mechanic I hate it when I have a problem with my car. It's especially bad since I moved to a small, rural Alaskan town where there are only a few car mechanics who even know what to do with the insides of a foreign make sport utility vehicle. Still, it's the best kind of vehicle to have here, especially in the winter. Well, I had been taking it to one shop, where Jerry was the mechanic, and he was good, but wouldn't you know it, Jerry moved away over the summer. I guess I can't blame him. He was a city guy, and his wife was a bitch who hated small town life and hated the job she had at a local grocery store. I think he moved just to keep the peace. So for a while I was without a mechanic, and not being very handy, I guess I was lucky that nothing ever happened to my vehicle. But after a few weeks I heard the they got a new mechanic at the shop. I stopped in there occasionally for gas and to get air in my tires, and one day when I was paying my bill, I glanced back into the garage area and saw the new guy. He was about 6 ft 2 inches tall, and had sandy dark blond hair. I couldn't see his face, but it looked to me like he had broad shoulders under those coveralls, a nice tight ass, and good sized biceps. This guy would do just fine! Of course, I'm always expecting that the good looking guys are my type, or that they prefer man to man sex over girly sex, or that they would be interested in experimenting, or that their cocks would be hot and hard all the time like mine is. I'm rarely wrong. Only occasionally, and even then I can usually convince a straight guy to try a brave and exciting experiment, if for nothing else, to relieve some tension and to get his rocks off! But there was something vaguely familiar about this guy, and I wanted to check out some things first before I made my move. I raced home and turned on my computer. There I had stored files and files of pictures of men I had taken from the internet. This guy had a folder all his own filled with files and pictures and all sorts of stuff about him. In fact, he had a full web site, actually called a worship site. You see, it was Zak Spears I was looking for in my files, and I was certain he had come to our town to work as a mechanic. In fact, I had recently read that he was trained as a mechanic and builder before he became the hottest porn star around. Then, suddenly, he dropped out of the industry for some unknown reason. Now, I was certain, he had appeared here in my town, at my auto repair shop, and I was determined to find out. A couple of days later I plotted how to get closer to this hunk I was sure was Zak. My car needed a tune up, and to make sure that he and I were totally alone, I arranged to bring it in after closing hours. I could leave it over night so that they could start working on it early the next day. When I got to the shop, I knocked on the already locked front door. When the door opened, there was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. I was more certain than ever it was Zak, but wasn't 100% certain. He wore a dark blue jumpsuit that was incredibly dirty, showing that he had worked hard. The name embroidered on the front was Aaron. "Are you the new mechanic?" I said, stumbling over the dumb words. In a deep, resonant voice he said, "Sure am. What can I do for you?" Oh, how about ripping my clothes off and fucking my brains out! Wait a minute, did I just think that or did I actually say it? Oh God, I think I'm going to faint. I'm sure I'm standing in front of one of the hottest male porn stars I can think of, and I'm going to pass out. I stammered, "Uh, my car.....needs.....tune up. On your list, I'm sure." He must have thought I was some sort of fucking idiot! "Well, then, let me see," he said in a smooth, deep voice. He picked up the clipboard off the counter, and looked. His jumpsuit was unzipped down about 12 inches, and I could see tufts of gorgeous hair sticking out. His pecs were so solid and defined, and his nipples were hard against the solid material. There may have been a ring on his left nipple, like the thin gold ring in his left ear. "Yup, here it is. You're leavin' it overnight, right?" "Right." "So, do you need a ride home?" God, I can't believe it. Zak the stud is asking me if I need a ride home. Hell yes. Take me home. Take me in. TAKE ME! "Uh, sure, thanks," I said, disbelieving that this was actually going to happen. "Okay, just wait a second until I can get cleaned up." He said. He stepped into the tiny bathroom and soaped up his hands. I couldn't see his face, but I had memorized his features for years. His handsome, square face was always filled with stubble. His blue eyes were the most seductive eyes of any porn stud. He rarely smiled, but when he did, you knew he meant it. But his face was not his best feature. His best feature was his entire manly body. Someone once described him as a daddy bear, my own description as well. He was hairy, and masculine, and well muscled, including his long, thick love muscle. I had seen it hard, soft, in ass, in mouth, hanging out, in hands, in holes, just about every place, except in real life. With any luck, that would happen soon. Ready?" he asked, bringing me back to real time. "Sure, let's go." We got into the old red jeep that the shop owned. I had ridden it before with Jerry. Then it was just transportation, but tonight it was going to be my vehicle to gather information. I decided to be bold, "So is Aaron your name?" "Yup. Aaron Spears." I gulped, and knew my hunch was right. "Aaron, huh? Hmmm, you remind me of another Spears I have seen. Only his name isn't Aaron. It's from the other end of the alphabet: Zak? You know him?" I asked. He looked directly at me and smiled a little smile. "Yeah, I know him, real well. My full name is Aaron Zak Spears. I wanted to get a little distance between my current life and my former life so I decided to use my real first name instead of my "stage" name. "Oh. God, I knew I was right. "What the hell are you doing in bum-fuck rural Alaska?" "Starting over, again," he said sadly. "Well, how's it going so far?" He didn't speak for a few minutes, then he said, "Well, the job's fine. I like it, and the pay is real good. But I haven't found a place to live yet. I've been sleeping on a cot in the back room at the shop. Housing is so scarce here, and it costs so damn much." "Tell me about it. I live in a 2 bedroom apartment that costs $1100 a month. I can barely make the payments every month.. In fact, it's right down there. See those apartments?" I pointed to my building. Zak turned the jeep into the driveway and parked in the only parking spot there was. We went in and I told him to make himself comfortable. I set down my mail and a bag of groceries I had and came back into the living room. Zak had shed his jacket, and sat there with a dirty, shrunken white t-shirt and tight jeans on. His huge arms were protruding from the t-shirt, which was also stretched over his hard, massive pecs. Tufts of hair poked out of the neckline, which was also stretched. "You want a beer?" I asked, trying to be a good host. "Sure, whatever." I went back into the kitchen and uncapped two cold ones. I peeked back into the living room, and could see that Zak was massaging his balls and dick. Oh, man, I was ready, willing and able to handle this stud, if only I'd get a chance. As I handed him his icy cold bottle, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down on the couch. His skilled hands were already massaging my throbbing rod, and his tongue was exploring my mouth. I was so turned on by his masterful kissing, that I almost didn't even feel his stroking. Still, my hard, cut nine inches was tenting my jeans, and Zak knew exactly what to do. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled my hard manhood out. It shot up directly, released from the fabric of the jeans, approaching his thick, wet lips. He tongued the bulb of my helmet, and ran his hot tongue down the underside of my engorged cock. I was in ecstasy, and just about to shoot my huge, pressurized load. Just when I was about to cum, he placed his mouth over my cock and swallowed all nine inches and the load that shot out. Slowly he savored the flavor of my salty white juice and the sweat of my man meat. As I softened slightly, he continued to suck, and mouth my cock, sending even more shivers throughout my whole body. My own well-muscled hands were tweeking his pecs and nipples. I loved massaging his hairy chest, and could tell, when his nipples hardened, that he liked it too. He leaned back on the couch and with his own hands undid his jeans. I lifted his tight t-shirt and actually touched, for the first time, the thick carpet of fur that Zak is famous for. I could see his cock peeking out from the spreading zipper, and knew he was ready to blow. Still, I couldn't resist massaging, tonguing and rubbing my stubbled face on his nips. Just then Zak pushed me back and stood up. It was the first time I had really seen his body up close. He slid his jeans down and pulled his legs out one at a time. His massive dick bobbed up and down, fully hard and inviting. His balls were hanging low, swinging under his huge meat like fully ripe pears. I fell to my knees and his dick pressed against my cheeks. I licked his balls with my swift tongue, and the precum bubbled out the slit in his taut, throbbing cock. As I licked his balls, the pulled up slightly. I took the right one fully in my mouth and sucked until he gave a slight whimper, then I did the same with the left. Then I licked the underside of his what seemed like a foot long hot dog. It certainly looked bigger in real life than it ever did in the movies. I wasn't sure I'd get the whole thing in, but at this point, it didn't matter. Zak helped push at least part of his cock into my mouth. It was salty and hard, and delicious and a challenge, and within a short time he was spewing hot, salty cum all over the inside and outside of my bearded mouth. He just keep on cumming, until I finally released the lip lock on his love muscle, and he pulled out. Dripping more cum, he flopped down on the couch. "Hey, are you okay? You sure blew a load," I said. "Yeah, I'm great, in fact better than I've been in a couple of months," he said grinning a beautiful and mischievous grin. "Well, I was a little worried because you blew so much spunk, and I thought maybe you hurt something," I said. "Course, I remember the huge puddles you used to blow in the movies, but I thought those were faked in some way." "Nothing fake about tonight, is there?" he asked smiling. "No, nothing fake." I reached over and downed about half my beer. Zak was also guzzling his. He was totally naked, totally hot and totally mine. Now was as good a time as any to suggest what I had been thinking about for the past hour or so. "Say, Zak, since you haven't found a place to live, and since I have an extra room, and could use the help with the rent, well, why don't you move in here." I was hoping I didn't sound too anxious. "Hmmm, it's not a bad idea. This is a pretty nice place, and I could help out with the rent. There's just one problem: my weight lifting and exercise equipment. Where would I put it?" he asked in all seriousness. "Put it in the spare bedroom. From what I've seen tonight, we won't need two bedrooms to sleep in." He was smiling broadly. "You're turning me on again," I said, pointing to my second flagpole erection. "You?" he questioned, grabbing his own burgeoning cock with his huge hand. "Well, that settles it," I announced. "I declare us totally compatible, and now new roommates." Zak grinned, "Now I guess the only thing to do is fuck on it to consummate the deal." I pulled the condoms from the end table, and well, I don't want to bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that a couple of hours later we collapsed into bed, and are still living happily ever after..