The odometer read almost 4000 miles past the target reading on the little windshield sticker. I was never very good about getting in for an oil change on time, but this time was worse than most. So I made my way to my usual little shop and pulled in. It wasn't too busy, only one car in line ahead of me. As I waited, Jesse, the manager came out and I rolled down my window. "The usual, Mr. Wells?" he questioned, and I nodded my response. When it was my turn, I pulled into the garage, popped the hood, and stepped out, leaving the engine running. A cute young Hispanic guy came over, maybe just out of high school. He was new, I thought; most of the guys here were. Jesse didn't seem to have much luck in getting kids to stay. I knew he was hampered by the lousy wages he was forced to pay. Most of the guys bolted as soon as they found something that paid a dime more. I walked into the office and turned to watch the guy work on my car. Smiling, I realized that this was one of the reasons I came to this shop. There were magazines to read on the table, but I always stood at the big window to the shop and watched the guys at work. Young men, especially Puerto Ricans, were my secret fantasy, and this neighborhood, and therefore, this shop, was full of them. The guy leaned over into the engine of my car. His blue uniform pants caressed a tight little ass that made my dick squirm. Then he walked around to the other side of the car, and I studied his face. He had the deep, dark eyes that were the hallmark of the hottest Latinos, and his dark hair was curly, slightly long, with one group of hairs spiraling down across his forehead. His nose and cheeks were finely chiseled, and I wondered if there wasn't a hint of Asian blood in him as well. His lips were somewhat slender, but bright red, exquisitely kissable. A cute little dimple in his chin rounded out an absolutely perfect face. 'God,' I thought, 'this one's the hottest he's ever had. Might have to come back a little more often for this guy.' My dick was now more than a little firm and I knew that I was gonna have to jack off to his image when I got home. Just then, my new young guy left the engine of my car and, grabbing the vacuum hose, opened the passenger door and slipped in. I couldn't see him anymore, so I looked around the shop at the other five or six guys. Some of them I recognized, but most of them were new. There were some hot specimens, but none of them made me forget the one who was hosing out my interior. That phrase made me laugh, and I imagined his personal fuck-hose up in my interior. Now my ass was twitching along with my dick. Before long, my cute little Latino got back out of the car and talked for a minute with the guy who had been underneath in the pit. Now was the time he'd grab the air filter, PCV valve, and the breather element and come over to show them to me. The ritual was almost funny. Every time, they'd tell me that each part was almost at the end of its usable life, and I could possibly save myself some trouble by replacing them now. I'd shake my head and tell them I'd wait until next time. (Sometimes, when it really was time for replacement, I'd tell them to go ahead, but I didn't need them to tell me. I was competent in these matters myself. Hell, I could've changed 'em all myself, but it was just easier to let them take care of it. And hotter.) So he came back into the office and started talking to me, but he could barely get the words out. I looked at him. He was pale and sweating, and his hands were shaking as he held out the engine parts. "You all right, man?" I questioned. He stopped talking. He looked straight ahead, past me, avoiding my face. It was deadly silent in the room, and I really thought he was gonna pass out right in front of me. Then he finally spoke. "Can I suck your cock?" Oh my fuckin' god! Suddenly, I thought I was gonna be the one who passed out. I looked into his handsome face and he finally looked back at me, his eyes telegraphing his tremendous, but unexplained, need. Quickly he reached into his pants pocket, as if he'd just remembered something, and brought out a small slip of white paper. As he handed it to me, I read the heading. "Ganymede's: Gay Men's Book, Toy, and Video Store." Below the heading were detailed the charges: three video rentals, five magazines, eight dollars worth of tokens, $54.18 with tax. I recognized the receipt. Ever since I moved to this city, I've wanted to visit that store. But my puritanical upbringing wouldn't allow it. Finally, last week, I gave in. The pictures I'd seen were all firsts for me. I'd seen another man's hard dick. I'd finally seen another man shoot his jizz. And the ultimate, I'd seen a man stuff his rod down another man's throat and take another one up his ass. Now I was being offered the real thing. Amazingly, my next thought was about the legalities of this (blame my damn upbringing again). "How old are you?" I asked. "Eighteen," he replied. "You got proof?" He nodded, but didn't move. When he realized I was waiting, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slender wallet. Inside, he showed me a driver's license with the birth date 02-04-82. Eighteen years and two months. Legal. The kid's name was Josue. I pronounced it, incorrectly, thinking it was 'Jose' but misspelled. He corrected me. "It means Joshua," he said politely. We stood together for a minute, with me looking back and forth at the license in my hand and the face of the young man beside me. He stared at me, lingering several times on the bulge in my crotch. "I leave in ten minutes," he said. "I'll wait for you." He turned and went back to the shop. A minute later, Jesse came into the office with my bill. "Everything okay, Mr. Wells?" "More than okay, Jesse. Went just great." "See something you like?" he asked with a wicked smile. Did he know what was going on? What the fuck, my dick was pounding so hard I didn't care. I paid him and turned to leave. Josue had just pulled my car out of the garage and was walking back into the shop. "One minute, sir," he said as I passed him. I smiled and got in my car. Moments later, Josue came out and quickly slipped into the front seat beside me. Even if Jesse didn't suspect anything before, he definitely did by now. I drove quickly out into the street. Josue was silent for the first few minutes. I turned on the radio. When I glanced at him, he had his hand on his crotch, pressing lightly on himself. Then he looked at me. "I never did this before," he stammered. "Do you wanna show me how?" God, how was I gonna show him? All I'd ever done was dream about it. Shit, I was the only 24-year-old virgin I knew. Then it dawned on me. He assumed from the receipt that I knew what I was doing. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard dick out through my fly. Josue's eyes lit up when he saw my throbbing boner. "Wanna touch it?" I asked. He slid a little closer to me and wrapped his hand around my cock. I moaned as he tentatively squeezed it. "Go ahead, kid, jack it if ya' want." I fought to concentrate on the road as he pumped me lightly, coaxing slick drops of pre-cum from my slit that he used to lubricate me properly. When we got to a stoplight, he looked anxiously up at my face, then sensuously licked his ruby lips. I nodded a go-ahead and he dropped his face to my lap, pressing his lips to my pulsating rod. Instantly, he wrapped my horny head in his smooth, wet mouth, his lips tight behind the rim of my swollen helmet. His tongue pressed hard against my piss-slit, rubbing up and back as I felt the first glorious twinges of an impending orgasm. My teenage cock-sucker slurped further down my fuck stick, until I felt the back of his throat press against my dick. The sensations he was giving me were phenomenal, and I pressed on his head to get him to take me even deeper. But it was too much. I felt him choke on my rod and he pulled back quickly, catching his breath, then went right back down on me. The light turned green and I stomped frantically on the gas, nearly hitting the car ahead of me. Realizing I shouldn't be driving in this state, I pulled quickly into a gas station and threw the transmission into park. There were lots of cars around us and anybody paying any attention at all would've been able to tell what was going on. Josue's dark, curly-haired head bobbed up and down on my fuck-stick as he suctioned me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, sucked in my breath, and surrendered to the sensation of my all-time first blow job. It was more exquisite than I'd even imagined. Josue's lips caressed my dick with a delicate intensity that's impossible to describe, and my rod tingled up and down its fat, throbbing length. Wanting to do something in this arrangement, I placed my hand on his back and slid it down the heavy cotton fabric of his dark blue work shirt. As he continued sucking, I lightly massaged his muscular back and shoulders. "Do you like this, mister?" he questioned, pulling off my dick momentarily and looking up at me with nervous eyes. "Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. Fuck, yeah." Satisfied that he was doing okay, Josue returned his attention to my aching dick. This time, however, he pushed the base of it so that it stood hard against my shirt, then attacked the underside of it with his lips. Eagerly, almost savagely, he kissed, licked, even gnawed, at the thick tube than ran along my seven inches. Pre-cum gushed generously from my stick and ran out across his hairless cheek. Soon, he stuffed my meat back in his hot mouth, taking it further, it seemed, this time than before. I thrust my hips upward to meet his pistoning lips. My hand stretched further down his back and tugged his shirttail out of his pants. He wasn't wearing a belt, so I could slip my fingers inside to feel the soft white cotton of his shorts. He must have liked that because he scooted closer to me and reached down to undo the snap on his pants. With free access now, I slid my hand inside his shorts, with my middle finger exploring the sweaty crevice between his ass cheeks. With a final stretch, I reached the soft, tender opening to his back door and gently rubbed. Even if my cock hadn't been driving him crazy before, my finger massaging his hot boy-pussy was sufficient to put him over the edge. He shifted his cock-sucking lips into overdrive and thrust himself down fully on my rod. I pressed upward as he pressed down and the feeling of my dick deep in his throat triggered my rush of cream. He gulped down my first shots, then pulled back a bit, trying to hold it in his mouth until he could catch up. But it was coming too fast. Wave after wave of thick, creamy jizz blasted from my spasming tool, and when he couldn't hold it any longer, it spilled from his mouth back onto my crotch, gumming up my new pants. I hadn't finished shooting when Josue sat up quickly. His dark eyes were closed and his mouth was open, gasping for breath, allowing gobs of cum to flow out across his quivering chin. He grabbed at his crotch, unzipped himself frantically, then pressed his hand against the swollen ridge in his Fruit of the Looms. Uttering a strangled, 'dios mio!' he twitched convulsively, and began unloading the contents of his balls into his shorts. I watched, enthralled, as five or six orgasmic waves rocked his teenage body while the last of my cum oozed from my exhausted dick. When we were done, we looked at each other, and I slid over beside him. I leaned and pressed my lips against his and he eagerly welcomed my tongue into his mouth. I slipped my hand across his chest and belly, then down his front 'till it came to rest inside his open pants, between his spread legs. His cock was softening now, but as I caressed it through the sticky wetness of his briefs, it began to stiffen once again. Josue then broke the kiss. "I should go home now," he said shyly. "You're beautiful," I replied. "Gracias." I took Josue to his house, but the next day, when I picked him up from the lube joint, I took him to my house. He's been coming here ever since.
