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Jesse the Mechanic

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A reunion with a high school acquaintance years later results in an exciting experience.


It was homeroom and Ms. Eckles was taking attendance when the door swung open. All eyes turned to the figure walking in: the new guy. “Everyone,” said Ms. Eckles, “This is Jesse Beecher. Jesse’s coming to us from Wilbur High. Take a seat, please.” Jesse was about six feet tall, lanky with dirty, messy blonde hair. He had on a worn black denim jacket and jeans. His gray, bored eyes scanned the room as he chewed. “Excuse me, gum!” said Ms. Eckles, her hand stretched out with a piece of paper. Jesse glanced at her hand, turned his head and spat toward the trash. The hard piece of gum plopped down inside. A ripple of laughter spread throughout the classroom. Jesse flopped down in an empty desk about a row and one seat ahead of me. I peered around and all the girls were stealing looks at him and whispering. I stole looks at him too as he barely paid attention to Ms. Eckles and doodled in his notebook. I felt warm all over. At the time he was the closest thing to a rockstar I’d ever encountered. For the next two years Jesse was a constant topic of discussion and gossip. Word got around that he’d been kept back two grades already due to poor classwork, and that he’d transferred from his last school because of fighting another student. Now at Elmont High he’d be seen either sleeping in class or hanging with the stoners. The teachers hated him. I guess that’s what everyone liked about Jesse; he just never seemed to care about anything. And that’s exactly why all the girls were attracted to him, and boy did he have his fill. He had sex with almost every hot chick in the school, which made all the other girls envious. One recess, two girls started swinging fists at each other in the hallway. Apparently Jesse had “cheated” on one with the other. After school he’d peel out the parking lot in a red Chevy Camaro. I was just fascinated by him. At first, just like the other guys I wanted to be him, but then I began to fantasize about being WITH him. I’d dated just two girls through high school and even got lucky with one but had never even considered another guy. It was just the entire package of Jesse, his devil-may-care attitude and his rough looks that had me smitten. Eventually Jesse got kicked out during senior year and the rumor was because he got caught messing around with someone in the boys’ bathroom. It was probably the biggest piece of news any student spoke about for that year and even after I’d graduated. After that, no one saw or heard from Jesse again.   About five years later I moved to the next town over to start a new job. One day after work I got in my car and tried to start it but the engine wouldn’t turn over; it would just sputter and die. I cursed to myself as I got to a phone and called for a tow. As luck would have it, there was a mechanic’s garage just five minutes away. At the garage, the manager told me to give him about fifteen minutes and he’d put the car on the lift for a look. Forty-five minutes later he returned, and said one of his guys would talk to me about it. “Jess!” he yelled. “Come on up front!” The door behind him swung open and in walks Jesse. He wore a mechanic’s work shirt with his name on it. As he approached he was wiping oil and grease from his hands and shirt. He regarded me with those bored, gray eyes as he was chewing gum. I froze for a second and swallowed hard. “H-hey, man,” I said. “You probably don’t remember me. I’m Alex, we had home room and advanced Math together.” Jesse studied me for a bit as he chewed, deep in thought. Then his eyes brightened. “Oh yeah,” he said. “What’s up, dude?” “Not much,” I replied. “Haven’t seen you in ages.” “Yeah,” he said. “Shit got kind of complicated. Had to get out of town, y’know?” “Right, right.” I answered. My mind raced to continue but everything in my head sounded stupid. “Your carburetor’s fucked, dude,” he said nonchalantly. “We can order you another but it’ll be about a week before we get it.” Jesse saw that I bummed so he assured me he’d take care of it himself as soon as possible. I managed a friendly chat with him about his job and where he lived, and told him I’d stop by again soon to check on the car. Over the next few days I’d walk over on my lunch break to his garage. He was usually on his lunch break also and we’d just chat about general topics like the town, naturally different cars we liked, sports and girls. It got to the point where we really got along well and it was the best part of my day whenever I visited him. The day finally came where he got the carburetor replaced and the car ran good as new. I was really happy and thanked him. “Hey,” I said. “I really appreciate all you did for me, man. If you’re free, think maybe I can buy you a beer sometime?” He looked at me with what appeared to be disgust. “A beer?” he jeered. “Shit, you mean BEERS, right?” The only way I could respond was by nodding and grinning. On Saturday he called me and said instead of taking my car that he’d swing by to pick me up. Later that night he pulled up to my house in a black Firebird TransAm with open t-top, engine roaring. I stared at the car in awe as he revved the engine and told me to hop in. As we drove he told me all about how he rebuilt it from scratch himself, got the transmission changed, new muffler, etc. I was truly impressed at all the work he’d put in to that car. He was quite proud and I didn’t blame him for it. At the bar I got us some wings and round after round of beers. We joked and laughed like old friends while we kept our eyes on the basketball game on TV. He wore a short sleeved shirt with the buttons undone uptop, and I spied a gray wife beater underneath. “Shit,” he said. “I have to hit the head.” “Me, too,” I said. “I gotta piss like a horse.” We both went to the mens’ room. It was empty inside. There was a row of urinals so I went over to the furthest one down. To my surprise, he came over and stood at the one right next to me. We pissed in silence. “Hey,” Jesse whispered. I looked over to him. He was staring directly at my cock as I pissed. “You weren’t kidding about the horse part, huh?” There was a mischievous grin on his face. Without thinking I looked down at his dick. It was long, thick and girthy as he held it, surrounded strands of blonde hair. I was transfixed. He saw me staring down at it. “Wanna touch?” he asked. Without thinking, I reached over and gripped his manhood. A drop of urine fell from the tip of his penis. It was the first dick I ever held and it was such a rush. I felt him stiffening in my grip. He then reached over to mine and stroked it gently. In no time I was becoming rock hard. The men’s room door suddenly swung open and three loud guys barged in. Jesse and I immediately stopped what we were doing, flushed, washed up and bee-lined out the restroom. We got back to our seats, not saying much. Then: “You want to get out of here?” Jesse asked. I mumbled sure. I paid the check and we left. As we drove, instead of taking the normal street back to my house, he turned right then right again and headed down another street. “I thought maybe we could hang out for a little bit longer before I took you back home.” he said. I said sure. My heart was racing. He drove to a nearby park. Although the park gate was closed the parking lot was wide open with street lights illuminating certain spots. We drove to the far end where it was dark and parked. He turned the engine off. He told me he liked to come here sometimes just to chill out. I could hear my own heavy breathing and my hands were sweating. After a minute, he turned to me. “You want to see mine again?” he asked. I swallowed hard, and said yes. First he looked about to make sure we were alone, then he reclined his seat a bit. He unfastened his belt and pulled his jeans down. His cock sprang out, hard and ready. Jesse took his stiff dick in his hand and stroked it up and down slowly for a few. “You like that?” he asked. “Usually I charge twenty to watch, but you’re cool.” I couldn’t answer, I was hypnotized at the sight of him stroking himself like that. I became super hard in my own jeans. I became a little light-headed and my mouth was dry. “Can I see yours again?” he asked. I undid the buttons on my fly and pulled my jeans and boxers down. My cock stood up rock hard at attention. He watched and stroked as my own hand drifted down and began tugging myself. I broke out into a light sweat all over. Suddenly without warning he stopped, spat in his open hand, reached over and grabbed ahold of my cock. He began jerking me up and down with a quick, smooth rhythm. I moaned out loud. It felt so good being gripped and jerked off like that. I could feel the cum rising up my shaft. After a couple minutes he stopped and laid back. He motioned me to his dick. I spat in my own hand, reached over and took hold. He closed his eyes. I slowly stroked up and down, marvelling at the girthiness of his manhood. I felt unbelievably turned on and somewhat powerful how I was controlling him, literally in the palm of my hand. Jesse went from groaning to grunting. I quickened my pace, my hand stroking up and down his wet cock. He grunted louder, then louder. Suddenly his hands shot out and grabbed the steering wheel. “Aahh!” he yelled. Ropes of cum spurted out his cock as I held unto him. Cum splashed unto his shirt and some even got on the steering wheel. It was the first time I’d ever seen another man shoot cum in person. I was drunk from sexual excitement. I sat back and let him catch his breath, my dick twitching from stiffness. After a minute, he spat in his hand again. He reached over, grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously. I moaned even louder than before. I didn’t last twenty seconds before I started spewing cum all over the front on my shirt. It spurted out in six or seven long, thick strings. His grip slightly tightened which caused mini-spurts to burst out my cock. I collapsed into my seat, eyes closed, breathing heavily. When I opened my eyes, Jesse was looking at me, smiling. “Shit, dude!” he exclaimed.  “Yeah,” I replied. “I know.” We cleaned up with some napkins from his glove compartment and left the park. On the way back to my house we didn’t say much, both basking in the afterglow of our session together. Back at my house I got out and said thanks again. He said goodnight and suggested maybe we got out again next Saturday if I was free. I said yes. Jesse then sped off, a whirlwind of dust and leaves fluttering in the air behind him. That night I climbed into bed and just lay there for a moment, replaying the whole incredible night beat for beat. Then, I drifted off into one of the deepest, most peaceful sleeps I’d ever had in my life.

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