Mechanixxx

I just needed Rocky to do one thing, and that was fix my car.

"Hey brother. It may take awhile to get to you, I've got a few vehicles that take precedence," he said.

I came into Virginia Beach for a five day getaway, taking off from work to dart down on a Wednesday morning from Philly, where I lived and worked. I barreled south via Route 13 through Pennsylvania, Delaware and Maryland, just to get down to Virginia through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, and smell smoke from my rise. I got into town at 10 a. m., then rode around until I found what looked to be a decent auto shop. I pulled into the lot and would see a bearded hunk sweeping around the front entrance as if he owned the joint. I parked nearby and noticed him walking inside, then shortly after, raising the garage doors. I then walked into the lobby, and he met with a smile.

"Hi, welcome to Rocky's Motor Repairs. I'm Rocky, how can I help, brother," he asked.

I frantically explained what happened, and he chuckled, and asked me to pop the hood so he could take a look. He would immediately diagnose the problem.

"Blown gasket, brudda," he said in his scruffy, southern voice.

My 2008 Honda Accord, a vehicle I bought brand new, decided to shit the bed right as I began my vacation. Rocky broke down the issues, explaining in detail as he pointed at certain attributes before going back in to talk numbers.

"Expedited parts, labor? We're talking to the tune of $3,500," he said as my heart sank.

He reminded me that if I took it to a dealership, it would be more painful, but I would have to tap into my travel budget to cover the costs, and I didn't want to do so.

"Gotta pay to play," he said to me.

I advised him I could pay, and he responded by saying my car most likely would be fixed late that evening, or by midday the following day.

"I need wheels," I told him.

He smiled as I would pay half for the repairs up front, and he in turn gave me keys to his vehicle, a custom Ford Bronco.

"You seem trustworthy," he said. "If we don't get it done tonight, you keep the ride until tomorrow."

I admired Rocky for this, for this man didn't know me from a can of paint, yet showed southern hospitality to another level. I left the shop to check into my hotel room at the Oceanfront as it was a 10 minute ride. I received my keys, then stepped into my suite on the fifth floor facing the water. I first fell on the comfortable, king sized bed, then got up, and walked out on the balcony, taking in the scent of the sea spray, and the sounds of the waves. The sun glow was apparent in a semi fog, and I was just taking it all in, just happy to be away from the fracas of South Philadelphia. I stood and stared down at the handful of people walking or jogging, and seeing dogs running freely, playing with their owners in the surf. It was like a mini paradise on a gorgeous day, dampened only by me having to dig in my pockets to pay for inadvertent repairs. I ended up going back into the room, and would strip down to my underwear, and turn on the television only to fall asleep, and wake late into the afternoon. I turned to look at my phone to see eight missed calls, all from Rocky. I called him back.

"Hey man. I'm working on your ride with my partner, Chris," he said.

They had all the parts, and he claimed he would have it finished by midnight that evening, if not midday the next day. I hung up the phone and took a shower, then went downstairs to walk through the lobby to the boardwalk, doing the length of it twice, until I climbed into the borrowed ride in search for vittles. I cruised the strip, but didn't find anything appealing, so I left the area, as I remembered a cheesesteak eatery a few miles west on Virginia Beach Boulevard.

"Hey brother. Looks like we'll be finishing with your ride this evening," read a text from Rocky minutes later.

I was elated, for I really enjoyed my small car compared to Rocky's big, muscle SUV (I'm only five foot nine, 155 lbs.). While I drove to the sandwich spot, I realized I wasn't necessarily negligent on my ride, just not as observant as I should've been with her care. I made it to sandwich spot, and grabbed the closest thing to a cheesesteak in the Virginia area, and headed in the direction of the shop, where I planned to dine while waiting for them to finish. The sun was beginning to decline as I pulled in the parking lot of the shop. It looked closed, and so I messaged Rocky to see if they left for the day.

"Brother, we're still working, we just shut the door to the public at a certain time," Rocky messaged back.

I parked, shut the engine, and exited his vehicle with sandwich in hand, and soda in the other while heading towards the entrance to the lobby. He'd crack the door for me to enter the dark space, and I'd hear rock music playing loudly from the shop floor, with laughs and singing coming from two different voices. I walked to the shop area and would see my ride raised in the air, and Rocky, along with some other buff, bearded white guy, tinkering and singing. I watched them from where I stood, in awe of two such handsome bears getting greasy together as they tried to solve my vehicle's issue. I'd then witness the other guy, perhaps a little younger than Rocky, groping Rocky ass, with Rocky giggling.

"You're hard, bro," Rocky asked.

"Very hard," Chris answered. "We've gotta do something about it before we leave."

The other guy let go of Rocky, and turned, and I scooted back to the lobby, remaining out of sight while briskly trekking to sit down, acting as if I didn't see anything. I turned on the television, and began to bite into my sandwich when Chris walked in a couple minutes later.

"Hey brother. Are you Chaz," he asked. "That your pretty Honda out there?"

We bumped elbows, after I confirmed with a mouthful of sandwich.

"Its okay, brother, I'm Chris, Rocky's assistant. We're gonna get ya on your way in an hour or so, it won't take as long as we thought."

I was checking Chris out with his long, brown hair, and salt and pepper beard. He was toned like a college running back, slightly smaller than Rocky at maybe six foot one, 200 plus pounds. He carried a northern, perhaps a New Englander accent compared to Rocky's southern drawl, with strong diction as he broke down the nuances of my vehicle. I was more impressed by his voice than his aptitude of vehicles, and low key had goosebumps once I locked in on his brown eyes.

"If you have any questions, or need or want anything brother, don't hesitate," he said before he walked back into the shop.

I watched him as he walked away, zeroing in on that stout ass of his that showed in the thick, blue fabric. The music changed, and I'd hear the two of them rambling on loudly before I switched my focus back on the television. I finished off my sandwich before laying back in the chair, in a slight food coma. After a bit, I dozed off, but woke to look at my watch to see that a couple of hours passed since Chris came out. I also noticed I no longer heard music, or voices, and something told me stand up and walk to the shop to make sure they were still around. I walked into the shop, to see the overhead lights dimmed low as if the two left for the evening. I walked slow, heading towards my vehicle which was now on the ground, but still not immediately seeing either of them.

"Where the hell are they," I thought.

I then noticed a light coming from the rear of the shop, and headed towards it, only to find a sultry surprise: a naked Rocky on his knees blowing Chris.

"Holy fuck," I whispered to myself.

I peeped the Rocky blowing Chris' big, white cock while, moaning, slurping and breathing in and out of his nose. Rocky didn't come off as any type of bottom, but he was aggressive in pursuit of Chris' cum, with Chris occasionally slapping the side of Rocky's face, and talking down to him.

"Buck it slut," Chris said. "Show me how much you want it."

I myself became engorged seeing these two white dudes go at it, with Rocky swirling his head on that thick shaft. He'd moan like a typical bottom bitch whenever he had it down his throat as he weaved his head up and down that massive meat which could've easily been seven to nine inches. I wanted badly to join in, to undo my pants and have Rocky crawl over and service me the same, but I had to remain incognito. I instead slipped my hand inside my pants to fondle my hard dick, then I stepped to the side, and would slip on what seemed to be an empty drip pan, causing the two of them to stop and turn in my direction in unison as they heard the noise. I was busted, totally spooked, and so were they as they looked at me, their eyes wide, and the both of them in shock.

"Holy shit, man," Rocky said as he buried his hands in his face in embarrassment.

Chris tried to jump up quickly to gather himself for he, too, felt shame.

"No no, please," I told them. "Please, please continue."

They both looked confused, until I pulled down my pants and showed what was happening with me.

"Oh, so you're enjoying the show," Rocky asked.

They laughed, and Chris would sit back down, while Rocky got back to it, whizzing his head up and down while Chris looked at me, and winked. He then looked down at Rocky.

"You've got that BBC wishing it was getting sucked," Chris told him. "I think it's time we really give him a show."

Rocky would get up.

"If we're gonna give him something to see, then I need that cock in my ass," he said to Chris.

Chris, like Rocky, was wearing nothing but construction boots and white socks as they were preparing to fuck. I grabbed a chair from nearby, and would follow them a few feet to what appeared to be a small office, with a large, metal table inside. Rocky went into a toolbox, and pulled a tube of sexual lubricant, and handed it to Chris before he grabbed a blanket nearby. He laid the linen across the length of the table, then climbed on the table to lay on his back, and spread his legs for Chris. Chris was stroking himself with the liquid as I sat in the door sill, watching it all unfold. I felt as if I was on the set of a porn movie with these two, gorgeous muscles bears getting it on, testosterone in the air, and lust thicker than a smoke cloud.

"Spread that pussy for me," Chris said to Rocky as he walked closer to the edge of the table.

I saw Rocky pull his ass cheeks apart, and then I stood up to get a closer look, and witness Chris' rock hard tool push into Rocky. Rocky winced, with his rosebud buckling, pushing outward to Chris' initial thrusts.

"There ya go, boy," Chris said to a grunting Rocky.

Chris' thick, white cock, and Rocky's "pink pussy" had me enthralled, with Chris only stopping movement once his hairy base was resting against Rocky's entrance. He wouldn't move for a minute or two to allow Rocky to get used to him. I would stand there, less than five feet away jerking off, enjoying the view while the two of them looked into each other's eyes.

"You like the show, boy," Chris asked me.

I did, for I was stroking my stick feverishly once he pulled out, then pushed back in to start the barrage of thrusts. Chris was slow and shallow at first, causing Rocky's hole to squelch, and "talk back," while Rocky moaned lightly.

"Fuck me hard," Rocky said after a few minutes.

Chris did as required, plowing away at Rocky's hole while their hard bodies clashed. Chris showing no mercy as Rocky seemed as if he couldn't get enough. I watched these two muscle bears all tensed up and glowing in their encounter, while Chris carried a rhythm where he fucked hard, fast and deep one moment, then would break to go soft, slow and shallow, before returning to the former. I kept my dick in hand as I would sit back down, enjoying the sight of Chris' big, hairy and pink nuts, slapping against Rocky's hole as they exchanged grunts.

"Go deeper," Rocky yelled out.

Chris leaned forward, and was damn near planking Rocky as he pounced faster. I was turned on more with his amazing lower body strength as he speedily pounded away, and I'd see his long, fat cock digging in and out like a piston, all shiny from Rocky's "implosions." The rugged Rocky started moaning in a high pitch, for he'd full surrendered himself to the superior Chris while Chris imposed constant orgasms. Chris showed off his tense ass muscles as he waxed Rocky pretty good at this point, and I just sat in the chair, trying my best to hold off and enjoy as much as I could while on edge.

"Love that bear pussy," I heard Chris mumble.

I completely didn't expect this, and had I remained in the lobby, I would've missed out on the show, but here I was, getting close to blowing.

"Ah fuck," I heard Chris cry out.

"Breed me baby," Rocky responded.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum," Chris whimpered before he yelled aloud.

"Holy fuck, me, too," I said as I screamed and felt my cock spit a load across the floor, the both of us noisy from our intense climaxes.

It was a beautiful sight to see Chris planting his cock deep while

his body jerked, and he filled up Rocky. I'd see his balls pulsating as he was filling his co worker, and I'd open my eyes fully to see my nut land not too far from the table they were on, for there were two, maybe strips of cum resting on the shiny floor.

I stood up, then walked over to them to see the both of them drenched in sweat, and Chris leaning over more to kiss Rocky.

"You were hot," Rocky said to him.

"Did you enjoy the show," Chris asked as he turned to me.

I nodded, for I was tongue twisted from what I just saw and not able to verbally respond. The two of them giggled as I would walk away a few steps to pull my pants up, then head back to the lobby. The two of them would follow minutes later, fully clothed, yet looking disheveled from the events barely saying a word. Rocky would ring me up, and so I paid the remaining balance before we exchanged keys.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your time down here in Virginia Beach," he said. "She should roll good as new, and just know, if you need any other repairs, come and see us."

I walked out of the shop with a smile on my face, for that last statement hit home.