Dumb horny jock part 3: The mechanic

Welcome to part 3 of the spunk-tastic Dumb Horny Jock erotic story series. You can read part one here, and part two here. Thanks to dumbhjock@gmail.comfor sharing his stories- send him an email if you enjoy it, he likes to hear feedback. He also has a Tumblrwhere he shares hot pics and stories about the dumb jock…

Dumb horny jock part 3: The mechanic

Here are some stories about my adventures as an 18yo dumb jock… well, more like misunderstandings and accidents.

Dad started driving me home from school more after that. Understandably, he wanted me at home studying instead of… well… getting into trouble. We’re definitely a rich family – he works hard to make sure I have everything I need – and Dad drives a Lexus. I guess he has been so stressed with work lately that he hasn’t always remember to fill up on gas. One afternoon I heard him groan that we didn’t have enough gas to get home. Luckily there was a small auto shop up ahead and even though we were in a ‘questionable’ part of town, Dad reluctantly pulled in.

As we got out of the car, we were greeted by a 6’6 giant of a man. Black as night, I guessed that he was another African immigrant doing it tough in the wake of economic crisis. In blue overalls with a zipper all the way down the front and the name ‘Leroy’ embroidered on his left pec but I doubt that was his real name. He scowled at Dad’s crisp suit and shining new Lexus but his face softened when he saw me in my wifebeater and loose running shorts with a hint of jockstrap showing. My bright puppy-dog grin has that effect on most people.

Dad gave ‘Leroy’ a limp, brief handshake and explained the problem. He could barely look this big bald lug in the eye. I don’t know what Dad’s problem is with people with colourful backgrounds… Maybe he feels guilty for being so successful and wishes he could give something back. The mechanic grunted that he’d take care of it, giving me a sidelong glance when Dad wasn’t looking, and we all walked inside.

The garage itself was beyond dirty – it was filthy! It stank of oil and something else… something spicy and salty that filled my nostrils and even made my pucker twitch under my shorts. There were piles of thick black tyres everywhere (most of them greasy), all kinds of stains on the floor and pin-up girl calendars on the walls. On closer inspection, they weren’t just pin-up girls – they were hardcore porn pics! The place was practically wallpapered in spread smooth cunts and enormous tits. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably at the sight of all that flesh and hoped Dad didn’t notice the pictures.

The black muscle god growled ‘Coffee’s in the back’ and gestured with his thumb without taking his eyes off me. Dad shrugged his tense shoulders and stroked his moustache. He pointed a stern finger at me and told me not to get into any trouble as he slowly walked his tired body out back to grab a cup. ‘Leroy’ grinned for the first time and I couldn’t help but grin back at his pearly white smile. Once Dad had left, he stretched and grunted, taking hold of his overalls zipper and tugging it down to his waist. This revealed his two broad slabs of sweaty black pec-meat and I figured he was trying to release some of the heat. He quickly and efficiently filled up the tank, almost like he had something more important to do and he wanted to do it in a hurry. I felt bad that we had disturbed his busy schedule.

Alone with this enormous man, I felt uncomfortable. Mostly because of all the hardcore porn pics all around me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a normal hot-blooded straight jock but hardcore porn just isn’t for me. Something about those huge cocks gagging teen sluts and jizzing on their stupid faces – it’s degrading. Instead, I kept my eyes on the mechanic and waited for Dad to return. Soon, the tank was full and he turned slowly to face me as he stood beside a mound of black tyres.

I was not prepared for what I saw. Through the course of filling up Dad’s car, his zipper must have lowered down past his waist to the very bottom of his overalls. A fat black snake had emerged, hanging low and shining black in the dim light. A gigantic set of African bullnuts hung even lower in his ebony sack. I gasped and my mouth spread into a wide ‘O’ as he stood there, not realising that his mammoth junk was on display. I took one step forward intending to warn him, but felt my sneaker slip on a fresh spot of grease on the asphalt floor and ended up on my knees in front of him. Worse than that, my open mouth connected with those nuts as big as tennis balls and not one but BOTH popped into my shocked straight teen mouth.

I looked up at him and found that all I could see was his hanging black floppy cock and glistening muscle bod. Pulling back to wrench myself free and apologise for the mishap, I felt my lips catch on his fuzzy sack and realised to my horror that his nuts were stuck – wedged firmly in my hot wet mouth. He must have been horrified at this turn of events as I heard him grunt in surprise. He was so surprised that he had to sit down, shuffling backwards to make himself comfortable on the pile of tyres as I was dragged forward with him. Now I’m not stupid – I knew that I could work this sack out of my mouth with my tongue and immediately began pushing at those black eggs with the tip. I whimpered with my mouth full of another dude’s nuts as this just seemed to spread them apart, making my cheeks stretch and bloat with his full testicles.

The mechanic must have sensed my distress as soon one big black hand came crashing down on my head and gently stroked my blonde buzzcut to calm me. I looked up and received my second shock of the afternoon – while trying to push those nuts out of my mouth, that greasy African cock had become rock-hard, reaching its full 12 inches and oozing dick honey from the tip. ‘Leroy’ was doing his best to keep it out of my way by holding it at the thick base with his other hand… but it still managed to slap against my face a few times, splattering my forehead and my hair with fresh precum. I prayed that we would both get out of this predicament soon.

On all fours in that nasty auto shop, I began breathing heavily through my nose so I didn’t suffocate. That’s when I recognised that spicy, salty stink – it was sweat. African muscle stud sweat. It was all I could sniff stuck down there like a dog and it soon dawned on me that his nuts must have been soaking in it all day in his overalls. My straight tongue was cleaning off this brute’s sack! Attempting to pull back again and free this poor guy’s balls from my mouth, I found my lips remained firmly glued to his junk. I swallowed in exasperation but this just seemed to bathe that sweaty sack in even more straight teen spit. ‘Leroy’ moaned in frustration, and his body jerked. One thick leg slid between my legs and roughly kicked my legs further apart (a reflex, no doubt). The toe of his boot caught on my shorts and dragged them down until my jockstrapped ass was exposed to the steamy air. I wiggled my butt at the new sensation and hoped that my creamy white glutes weren’t bouncing too much.

That big gorilla hand kept stroking my head, soothing me so I didn’t freak out. I held it together as best I could, despite the fact that I had a set of sperm-filled eggs crammed in my mouth. Not only that, but the more I tried to remove my mouth from his sack the more suction it seemed to cause, until all I could do was roll those black nuts around my mouth with my tongue. I tried again to see the mechanic’s face but again his throbbing horsecock obstructed my view. His hand was travelling slowly up and down the veined shaft creating a wet, sticky slapping sound. I guessed it was the only way he could stop that footlong dong from rubbing against my face and was grateful for his kindness. At least I could get out of this situation with a little dignity left.

It felt like forever but it must have only been about ten minutes that we were stuck there – straight teen jock on his knees, cheeks bulging with shiny black nutsack and a grunting African giant reclining in his auto shop, completely relaxed, not making any sudden moves in case my teeth harmed his family jewels. I focused on pushing those balls out of my mouth at all costs, not even stopping when I realised that I could no longer taste that spicy sweat – I had accidentally cleaned off and swallowed every drop of bluecollar sweat that this stud had been working up all day long. The wet, sticky slapping sound seemed to get louder and faster but my concentration was broken when I heard a ‘splash’ to my left.

Glancing sideways, I saw a paper cup rolling on the floor and a steaming hot puddle of coffee beside some expensive looking shoes. I gulped – incidentally applying some serious suction to the meaty black sack in my mouth – Dad was back. From where he stood, he would have had the perfect view of my quivering smooth muscle butt, my mouth stretched obscenely around two hairy African nuts and a 6’6 immigrant kicking back with his bigger-than-porn sized cock in his fist. The rough black hand stroking my hair firmly pushed against my forehead and suddenly – miraculously – those bullnuts escaped my mouth with a loud PLOP and a nasty slurp as ‘Leroy’ moaned in relief and growled out ‘Fuck yeah!’

Finally free, I called out ‘Dad!’ twisting to look up at his shocked and disappointed face but quickly found my face turned right back to face 12 inches of black donkey dick. I tried to call out to Dad again but instead made a gurgling sound – caused by the thick rope of boiling hot sperm that had just shot out of that enormous firehose, hitting a bullseye at the back of my straight teen throat. My shoulders sagged; all that testicular stimulation had caused this poor hard-working immigrant to lose his load right in front of my rich white-collar dad. I couldn’t even close my mouth. My jaw was tired and slack from being stretched so hard, providing the perfect hole for this breeder to reluctantly deposit his babies. My eyes flicked up to ‘Leroy’ but he was lost in the moment, gritting his teeth and sneering as he busted his pent up wad. Squirt after squirt filled my mouth, painting my tongue white and shooting right down into my stomach. All I could do was moan and splutter, wagging my jockstrapped ass back and forth and grinding my tiny pink pucker back on that meathead’s dirty boot.

Soon his gargantuan babymaker stopped squirting and instead dribbled out the last of his load down my chin. Dad was shaking with anger, his bushy moustache twitching and his hands curling into fists. But it was all a misunderstanding! Why on earth would ‘Leroy’ want a white teen jock to give him a tongue bath and clean the sweat off his nuts? I turned towards Dad with fresh African seed dripping down my chin to explain what happened but heard a cough from the spent mechanic. He pulled out a fat cigar from the top pocket of his overalls and noisily lit up, taking a few deep puffs. Shooting an embarrassed (but almost cocky) grin at my Dad, he grunted ‘No charge for the gas’.

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