The Mechanic’s Apprentice – Part 12

Everyone in this story is 18+

First Ride

 

I lay on the creeper under the car, trying to focus on tightening a stubborn bolt, but my mind kept drifting. My thoughts wandered back to Connor—his warm smile, the quiet confidence in his movements, and the surprising way his soft, melodic voice carried an assertiveness I hadn’t expected, yet never lost its tenderness. A warmth spread through my chest, trickling lower. My overalls didn’t help. The hole in the crotch let the cool air of the garage brush against me, and before I knew it, I was semi-hard, the memory of Connor’s touch replaying vividly in my head.

Then I felt it—a hand.

My whole body froze as fingers slid through the hole in my overalls, brushing against my ever hardening dick. My heart jumped into my throat, and before I could say anything, a familiar voice broke the quiet.

“I might need to invest in some new gear for you, kid,” Joe said, his voice low, teasing. “Can’t have customers seeing you poking out. But I can’t say I’m complaining.”

I tried to sit up, but his hand pressed firmer, keeping me pinned in place, and my breath hitched. My pulse was racing, heat flooding my face—and lower.

“You getting distracted under there?” he asked, his tone almost playful but with a sharp edge of authority. “Can’t have that, especially when I’m right here to keep you focused.”

I struggled for words, my voice coming out shaky. “Joe, I—uh—”

“You what?” he cut me off, his hand moving deliberately, brushing against me again. “Daydreaming on the job? Or maybe you’re just waiting for someone to notice you like this.”

I couldn’t stop the low, involuntary sound that escaped my throat as his hand tightened slightly, firm and confident. My head spun, a mix of panic and excitement leaving me breathless. I hated how exposed I felt—and how much I liked it.

His fingers brushed over me again, this time skin to skin, the calloused roughness of his hand making my hips twitch. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice deep and thick with approval. “Didn’t think you’d be this much of a distraction, though.”

I couldn’t reply—could barely breathe. His hand moved slower now, deliberate, teasing, and I could feel myself growing harder under his touch, the heat and pressure driving me insane.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost like he was daring me to deny it.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded slightly, unable to say anything as my hips jerked again, betraying me completely.

“Guess we’ll call this part of your training,” Joe said, chuckling low, his hand still working on my dick through the torn fabric. “But we’re just getting started, kid.”

The pressure built, my dick now fully hard under his touch. Somehow, I hadn’t cum yet, but I could feel it—the tension coiling tighter, dangerously close to snapping.

“Slide out from under there,” he said, his tone commanding, but with a glint of something darker. “We’re not done yet.”

I did as he said, barely catching my breath before Joe’s hands gripped my hips, firm and assertive. With practiced ease, he untied the straps of my overalls, letting them fall uselessly around my ankles, leaving me exposed. Then, he spun me around and gently pressed my stomach down onto the hood of the car, the cool metal meeting my skin as his rough heat pressed against me. His presence was overwhelming, filling the space around us, and my pulse hammered in my ears as he positioned himself behind me.

“Spread your legs,” Joe ordered, his voice low and gravelly. I obeyed without thinking, my body moving on instinct, my stomach still pressed against the hood of the car. The cool metal beneath me was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Joe, and my breath hitched as I felt a sudden cool sensation against my hole. He’d grabbed a can of silicone lubricant spray from the workbench and applied it directly, the unexpected chill making me shiver.

Joe didn’t hesitate, his rough, thick finger pressing inside me, working the slickness deeper. “Ahh, fuck,” I moaned, the stretch sending jolts of sensation through me as he kept me pinned firmly against the car.

He worked the one one finger inside me at first, slow but steady, the roughness of his hand offset by the slickness of the lubricant. My breath came in shaky gasps as he stretched me, pressing deeper with each movement. Then a second finger joined, the stretch more intense, making me squirm against the hood of the car. “Ah, fuck,” I whimpered, my hips shifting involuntarily as he worked me over.

His fingers moved expertly, scissoring inside me, finding a rhythm that had me right on the edge. The pressure built again, my dick throbbing against the cool metal of the car hood, pre-cum smearing against the surface as I came dangerously close to nut. But just as I was about to lose control, he stopped, pulling his hand away.

A desperate whimper escaped me at the sudden emptiness, my body aching for more. But before I could process it, I felt the head of his cock press against me—slick, warm, and insistent.

“What are you doing?” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling.

“Relax,” Joe muttered, his hands sliding up my sides before settling on my hips again. “Let me in.”

I tried to breathe evenly, but the stretch as he pushed inside me was enough to make me gasp, my body tensing around him as he took my ass virginity. He didn’t wait long, his grip tightening as he thrust forward, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming—too much and just right all at once—and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me, low and desperate, as he claimed me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joe growled, his voice rough as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and firm. “Feels like you’ve been waiting for this.”

I couldn’t respond, my mind spinning as he set a steady rhythm, each motion sending waves of pleasure pursing though me. My legs trembled, barely able to hold me up as his hands guided my hips, pulling me back against him with every thrust. The pressure built quickly, my body responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

Joe’s grunts filled the garage, his movements growing rougher as he took what he wanted. I braced myself against the hood, the slick warmth of my own pre-cum smearing against the metal as my hips rocked with his. The roughness of his dominance contrasted sharply with the memory of Connor’s touch, gentle and patient, and the thought made my chest tighten.

I hated how much I loved this—how much I wanted it.

He pushed completely inside me, filling me to the hilt, my ass clenching instinctively around him. Before I could catch my breath, I felt his rough hand wrap around my wet, aching dick. “Look at you,” Joe muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re fucking dripping for me, kid. You love getting worked over, don’t you?”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but it was no use. My body tensed, the pressure building unbearably fast. “Shit, I—I’m gonna—” My voice broke as my dick started spewing out cum, my dick jerking as I came hard, spilling onto the hood of the car in thick spurts. My breath came in ragged gasps as my body trembled, the pleasure rolling through me in uncontrollable waves.

Joe didn’t slow down, his pace unrelenting as he drove into me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “Good boy,” he growled, his voice rough and low. “Let it all out.”

The overstimulation was almost too much, my body hypersensitive as he continued, each thrust sending jolts through me. I could feel him nearing his own orgasm, his movements growing more erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck.

With one final thrust, Joe buried himself a deep growl escaping him as he came. His manly essence filled me to the brim, his grip tightening as he rode out the waves of his long orgasm. My legs wobbled, barely able to hold me up as the intensity of the moment began to fade.

Joe pulled back slowly, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment before he finally stepped away. I stayed where I was, my stomach still pressed against the hood of the car, struggling to catch my breath. The garage was silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing, and a strange mix of shame and satisfaction settled over me. I could feel his cum spilling from me, dripping down the back of my thighs, still warm and sticky against my skin.

“Not bad, kid,” Joe said, his voice rough but approving. “Looks like you’ve still got a lot to learn, though.”

I managed a shaky laugh, but my mind was elsewhere. As Joe straightened his clothes and stepped back toward the garage doors, I couldn’t help but think of Connor. The gentleness, the connection we’d shared—it was so different from this. But somehow, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted both.

Joe glanced back at me, smirking. “Don’t just stand there all day, Ryder. Clean yourself up and finish the job.”

As the door swung shut behind him, I let out a shaky breath, the weight of everything sinking in as I reached for a rag to clean the sticky mess on the hood.