The Mechanic’s Apprentice – Part 10

Everyone in this story is 18+

Driver’s training

Connor was already pulling his shirt over his head as I turned toward the bathroom. His skin was smooth, and as I glanced back, I caught sight of his chest—lean and defined, his dancer’s body on full display. He tossed the shirt onto the couch and smirked at me. “Well? You’re not shy, are you?”

I grinned, shaking my head as I tugged my shirt off. “Not shy,” I said, letting it drop to the floor. “Just making sure you’re serious about lesson two.”

Connor’s smirk widened. “Oh, I’m serious.”

By the time I slipped out of my sweats, Connor was already stepping out of his boxer briefs. My gaze flickered down instinctively, and I couldn’t help but notice how neat everything was—his pubic area shaved smooth, his balls tight and rounded, his dick sitting just over five inches, uncut and almost cute in the way it matched the rest of him. He caught me looking and raised an eyebrow, his grin teasing. “You approve?”

“Nothing to disapprove of,” I said, laughing lightly, though my voice came out a little thicker than I intended.

Connor chuckled, stepping closer as his eyes roamed over me, his gaze lingering like he was returning the favor. “You’re pretty built,” he said, his voice carrying a note of genuine appreciation. “I noticed earlier, but up close…” He trailed off, his fingers brushing lightly along my arm before he stepped back, his eyes drifting lower.

“Thanks,” I said with a grin, the heat rising in my chest.

His gaze gleamed as it slid down from my pecs, locking onto my dick. “I think we should focus on your endurance next,” he said, his tone laced with playful intent.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, already feeling a stir in my gut. “Does this mean you’re the coach now?”

“Obviously,” he said with a grin. “Quick question, though—do you usually last longer the second time?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, shrugging. “Usually. Why?”

Connor didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the gap between us, his hand resting lightly on my chest before he leaned in. For a moment, I thought he might kiss me, and the idea sent a strange mix of excitement and hesitation through me. But instead, he tilted his head lower, nuzzling into the curve of my armpit. Relief and heat washed over me at the same time—kissing felt like it would’ve been too intimate, and somehow this felt just right.

His tongue darted out, licking along the edge of my skin. I tensed, a sharp gasp escaping me as his lips pressed closer, the wet heat of his mouth igniting every nerve.

“Oh, fuck, Connor,” I muttered, my breath hitching as his tongue swirled, tasting the salt of my skin. He hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks down my spine as he continued. He licked again, deeper this time, his hand sliding down my side to rest on my hip. My dick was already standing at attention again.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. “Strong. Manly.” His words and the attention he was giving me sent a fresh rush of heat through my chest, and when his tongue flicked over the same spot again, I felt the unmistakable surge of pre-cum leaking from my tip.

“Connor,” I managed, my voice low, “you’re gonna make me lose it again before we even hit the shower.”

He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his grin wicked. “Maybe that’s the point.”

By the time we stepped into the shower, I still hard, my dick throbbing and slick at the tip. Connor turned on the water, steam quickly filling the space, and I caught sight of my reflection in the foggy mirror—messy hair, flushed skin, and my dick standing thick and veiny, framed by the untamed patch of pubes I’d never bothered to trim. Connor’s eyes flicked toward me, lingering on my length, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

“You’re quite big, by the way?” he said, his tone light but with a hint of something deeper. “Not bad, Ryder. Not bad at all.”

I shrugged, stepping under the warm spray of the shower. “It’s big enough,” I said, smirking back.

The water slicked over Connor’s smooth, dancer’s body, showing every lean muscle. My gaze dropped lower, noticing how his now-hard dick curved slightly upward. Even hard, it was just over five inches, and his balls sat snug underneath. He was neat—like he had it all together—and that just fit him.

Connor knelt in front of me, the warm water from the shower cascading over us as he looked up, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright, Ryder,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Let’s see if you can handle this round.”

I barely had time to react before his mouth was on me, his lips wrapping firmly around my length. The heat and wetness of him was immediate, his tongue swirling as he worked me over with a confidence that left me breathless. I braced myself against the wall, my fingers curling into fists as I fought to stay composed.

“Damn, Connor,” I muttered, my voice hitching as his head bobbed, his hand sliding up to grip me at the base. His movements were deliberate, each stroke and flick of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.

But just as I felt the familiar pressure building, he pulled back, his lips releasing me with an audible pop. “Not yet,” he said, his grin wicked as he looked up at me. “You’re supposed to hold out, remember?”

“Are you kidding me?” I groaned, my hips jerking slightly as the cool air hit my skin.

Connor just laughed, his hand moving lazily along my shaft, keeping me on edge without letting me tip over. “Come on, Ryder. Show me you can handle it.”

He leaned in again, taking me back into his mouth, his tongue working me over with maddening precision. This time, I focused, clenching my jaw as I fought to hold off the release that threatened to undo me. Connor’s pace quickened, his hand joining his mouth as he worked me over, but just as I was about to lose control, he stopped again, pulling back with a smirk.

“Better,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

“You’re killing me, Connor,” I managed, my breath ragged as I looked down at him. But he just grinned, leaning in yet again. His mouth was relentless, his movements more deliberate, more demanding, and when I felt the pressure building again, I somehow managed to hold back, my body trembling with the effort.

“Impressive,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he worked me over with his hand and mouth. “But let’s see how long you can last.”

But that wasn’t long…

The release hit me out of nowhere, my body tensing as the surge overwhelmed me. “Fuck, Connor—” I barely managed to gasp before I exploded, my cum spilling into his mouth and catching him off guard. A few streaks landed on his lips and face as he pulled back, blinking while catching his breath.

“Wow,” he muttered, laughing softly as he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.

I grabbed the shower hose, a grin spreading across my face as I turned the water toward him. “Here, let me help you,” I joked, spraying him gently. “Can’t leave it on your cute face, Conn.”

Connor froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly before his expression softened into a bright grin. “You think I’m cute?” he asked, his voice light but tinged with something deeper.

I stuttered, the words tangling in my throat. “Well, I mean—uh—”

“Joke,” Connor said, cutting me off with a smile. “Relax, Ryder. I know I’m cute. But don’t call me Conn—I don’t like nicknames, remember?”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as he stood, the water washing over both of us. But I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me, his grin as infectious as ever.

“Turn around. Now it’s your turn,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected.