Car Trouble (Story by Patron "Likeburly1" based on image by BigBullAI))

“Darn it!”

The instrument cluster lit up like a Christmas tree with all sorts of yellow engine trouble icons. I took stock of where I was and, you guessed it, it was in the middle of nowhere Arizona driving West on Hwy 70. It was about 10 PM. I hoped upon hope to arrive at some sort of populate area and as luck would have it I saw a Circle K to my right. I decided to try my luck. I turned on Hunter Dr and parked the rented Nissan Sentra on the side of the store. The outside of the store was fairly dark. I did not have high hopes when I headed for the store entrance.

The Circle K convenience store was empty except for a native American looking woman at the cashier and one other Customer. Interestingly enough based on the dark grease stains on his clothes he looked like a mechanic. He was a fairly large man about 6 ft tall and his face was severe, you know, he looked like the kind of guy you don’t mess with.. We exchanged glances and did not say anything. For an instant he looked deep into my eyes with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He did not have any visible tattoos so he looked like a retired law enforcement officer. If he had tattoos he would have looked like an ex con.

I walked towards the cashier and asked her if she knew any car repair shops around. She looked at me as if I had come from Mars, she rolled her eyes and said she did not know. That is when I heard this low gravelly voice behind me.

“Maybe I can help you.”

At this point I was in a “beggars can’t be choosers” situation. Maybe he could do something that would allow me to limp to the next hotel.

“Sure, thanks. I am parked outside.” I replied a bit reluctantly. I tried to smile but it was quickly erased because he did not smile back. I did not know who this guy was and he looked a bit intimidating but I decided to go along with it. What else could I do? We walked outside to take a look at the vehicle. It was a dark moonless night. He walked towards a beat up Ram 1500 truck with a mismatched fender and retrieved a flashlight and also a plastic mechanics tool set. The kind that folds open.

I got in the vehicle and unlatched the hood. He opened it and he leaned over to look at the engine bay.

He started to visually inspect the engine. I got out of the Sentra and stood next to him. At this point I found it lucky that he was there to help me out with this. He checked the engine for a few minutes and all of a sudden he said:

“There it is, the vacuum hose is cracked, take a look.”

He moved away from the engine and handed me the flashlight. I leaned forward, shining the light inside the engine compartment and did not have a clue what I was looking at. I moved the light around for a minute and then I heard him step towards me. I felt a shiver when I felt his entire body touch my back. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“Give me the flashlight, I can help you find what you are looking for.”

As he said that he increased the pressure from his body against my back. He had his legs open in a wide stance and my head began to spin. His body felt big, and warm like an electric blanket with ears. My heart took off beating and my legs became wobbly. He thrust his hips forward slowly pressing his warm, voluminous crotch against my ass. I could feel the contours of his hard cock against my crack which had become wider as a result of his pressing against it.. He must have noticed I had lost control at this point, my breathing was labored and my body had turned to jelly.

“I can easily fix your problem for you. I know you want me to do that.”

Yes, he was right. I did want him to fix my problem. As he said that he increased the pressure from his hips on my ass and ground up and down and from side to side. I felt my ass cheeks separate to welcome him to places very few people have known.

“Yes.” That word came out of my lips almost involuntarily as I exhaled. My head was spinning.

He stood back and I felt the cold night air on my back.

“I can temporarily fix that crack with duct tape and then reset your computer. That should get you going.”

“Sure.” I replied a bit confused.

He said that and he started walking towards the back of the Circle K building. I did not know what to do. I spent a few minutes deciding then I slowly followed him behind the building. At this point my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.. There was a large dumpster behind the building and I saw him standing between the dumpster and the building. I slowly walked towards him feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. My excitement grew when I noticed he had his massive cock and balls out and he was hard. I slowly walked behind the dumpster and stood next to him. He turned towards me and I all of a sudden felt his massive arms around me. He pulled me towards him and kissed me in the mouth.

I succumbed.

His lips were thick, warm, and soft. His mouth was open a bit and tasted wet and intoxicating. Our tongues started to wrestle and my legs became wobbly. He kept on holding me firmly with his right arm while his left hand wandered down to my belt and zipper. He continued to kiss me as he fumbled with my belt and trouser upper button. Then he slid my zipper down and pulled both my cock and balls over the elastic band of my boxers. Before I knew it he stopped kissing me, he leaned down to take my cock in his mouth. I felt a shiver with pleasure. His mouth felt warm and an indescribable sensation of pleasure ignited right under the head of my cock. The only way I can describe it is as something that I wanted more and more. The sensation kept on getting stronger and stronger. My head was spinning and when he moved his right hand down to the small of my back and then further down inside my boxer shorts lodging itself in my ass crack, his middle finger wandered dangerously close to my asshole. I could no longer hold back.

My cock started to convulse inside his mouth. He intensified his pressure or his tongue on my cock and his middle finger was now lodged firmly over my asshole pressing and almost breaking its resistance. It is as if he wanted his mouth flooded with all of my cum. Then the sensation became too intense and I exploded into his mouth. He just kept working my cock with his lips and tongue. But my cock became very sensitive and I had to step back. He got up and kissed me again. I could taste my own cum in his mouth. It was a faint taste because he had swallowed it all already.

He reached down to his massive cock. I reached down as well because I was curious as to what his was like. HIs cock felt massive, slimy. His balls were out as well and I caressed them as he stroked his hard cock. His balls felt a bit sticky. I lifted my hand and smelled it . He did not disappoint, he smelled manly, strong, and desirable.

He kept on stroking his cock with increasing intensity and kissing me with a hunger that must have accumulated for years. My guess is it must have been a long time since he had enjoyed another man. Then he started to shoot his load all over the dirt ground, his mouth kissing my neck just below my ear. I could feel his hot breath as he convulsed. Then he stopped and stood there for a while catching his breath. He broke the grip on my body and stood up straight.

We composed ourselves and walked back to the car. He went to his truck and got duct tape and used it to seal the leaking hose. He used his OBD2 reader to reset the error codes in the car computer. He started the engine and the dashboard was clear of warnings. The OBD2 device showed no error codes.

“That should get you where you want to go.”

I asked him how much I owed him and he smiled. I rummaged through my pockets and got my business card. He looked at it and put it in his pocket. That is when I noticed for the first time the thin wedding band on his left hand. He headed to his RAM 1500 and drove away.

I got in the Sentra and drove away sad because I knew I would never see him again.

Three weeks later I had a missed call on my mobile. The caller did not leave a voicemail but the area code 928 indicated the call was from the Circle K area. I did not call back out of respect, I did not know his circumstances, hopefully he will try again.