Bargaining with the Mechanic

This was another story that was deleted during the tumblr purge and saved onto a hard drive, possibly to be forgotten. Luckily, I found it again and was immediately taken back to when I first wrote it. I remember staying up late to write and over-edit this after seeing a simple photo on my dashboard. This was when I really started getting creative, and it's nice to let it have its moment again years later.

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It wasn’t until Ron closed the hood on my car that I realized that I had left my wallet at home. I was the last car in the garage, and they were closing in less than five minutes- I didn’t have time to run home and grab it, and I doubted that Ron was letting me drive off anyway.

As soon as I had pulled in, with my nice car and tailored suit, Ron barely said five words to me. Now he was finally ready to speak up.

That’ll be 75 bucks.

…I just checked and I don’t have my wallet. I’ve been searching the car for some spare bills, but I don’t have any. Can I pay you tomorrow?

Fuck man, can’t you have someone bring you some money? You have to pay today.

I’m so sorry, I really am, but I live like 30 minutes away. No one could get here in time. Are you sure there isn’t any other way that I can pay?

Ron looked me up at down. What size shoes do you wear?

These are a Size 9. Wanna trade?

No can do, I’m three sizes bigger than you are. You know what they say about big feet- I bet your dick’s tiny.

I was mad now. Ron was leaned back against his tool chest, smirking at me. He had both hands in his pockets, and I could tell that they weren’t still. He was massaging himself with his right hand.

Fine, put your money where your mouth is. If I’m bigger than you, I drive right out of here. But if not, then I’ll blow you right here in your shop.

He thought it over and finally stuck out his hand to shake on it. He unzipped his coveralls and revealed his shirtless torso. He had the solid gut of a man who drank beer every night but was still fit. And his whole chest was covered in hair, slicked flat with sweat. He pushed the coveralls to his ankles and stood back up. He wasn’t only shirtless- he had been naked underneath his uniform the whole time. He had legs like tree trunks, and between them was a cock about the same size as mine, but with bigger balls.

I was going to just quickly drop my pants, but if he wanted to be completely naked, then I had to do the same. I peeled off my jacket and threw it in into my front seat behind me. I loosened my tie but left it around my neck. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and stared back at Ron whose eyes weren’t leaving my body. I kicked off my shoes so that I could fully slide my pants off. And there I was, standing in the middle of a shop wearing only a tie, my nylon socks, and my underwear. I turned around and slowly bent over and slid my briefs down and turned back around to face Ron who had grabbed a tape measurer from the tool box. He measured us both and he was longer by less than half an inch.

No fair you fucker, you’re already half hard.

Not my fault you can’t get a boner, money bags.

We both started jerking off until we were rock hard, which took no time. I grew by the second watching Ron slowly rock his hand back and forth, his other one busy pinching his nipple. He measured again and it was a tie.

What do we do now?

Well, I guess you get to get back into your driver’s seat, pretty boy.

And I’m good to just drive off?

He just laughed. No no, I didn’t say that. You’re gonna sit in your driver’s seat so that you can suck me off. Once that’s done, then you can go on home.