GAY EROTIC STORY
"Mechanical Overload"

Giving a well-built, hairy guy great head is a huge turn-on for me. One of the great pleasures is working a furry bear’s cock into a pulsing erection – nice and wet and stiff. That really gets me hot. Licking his balls and teasing the flaring crown with my tongue and teeth makes my asshole itch to be invaded. I love rubbing my hands across his hairy body while I suck his hard cock in long, slow strokes – making him so horny that he’s begging to blow his load down my throat or fuck me.

I wanted to do all of that – and more – to Steve Parker. He was a hot-looking man, muscular arms and showing lots of tempting hair in his work clothes. On the army base, he was the top mechanic, and when I learned that his assistant had transferred out, I applied for the vacant post and got it. I had aced the last exams, and I knew that the officers picked the best mechanics for their vehicles, so it was perfect timing.

Army rednecks don’t like gays, and fag-bashing is ignored by the brass, so the idea of having sex with Steve was just a fantasy, but why not check it out, I thought. However, I knew I had to be really cautious. So, during the first few days, I watched how he worked and made sure my own efforts were as flawless as possible. I kept the tools organized and clean. And if he was working on something that needed a second set of hands, I was right there.

He gave me the twice-over more than a few times, but I figured he was just checking on my skills and attitude. I returned his gaze, but I had something different in mind – as my hard-on kept reminding me.

One day near the end of my first week, the heat in the shed was stifling. I was lifting a radiator out of a jeep when he said, “Hold on Brian. I’ll show you a trick.” As I set the rad back in place, he peeled off his shirt.

“Is that okay to do?” I asked.

“Sure. The stripes stay in their air-conditioned quarters when it’s this hot.” (Steve always referred to officers as “stripes,” and he didn’t have much respect for them.) So, after I’d shed my shirt, he stood behind me, putting his beefy hands over mine, to show me the manoeuver. We were both holding the rad, and his sweaty, hairy body spread over my back. His hips pushed hard against my butt, and I could feel his breath on my neck. Concentrating was not easy. I was imagining this when we were both naked, and my cock was pushing against my trousers.

He was pressing his hips tighter against me when we swung the rad out of it casing. “Good trick, eh?” he said.

"Now, let’s put this junk on the floor.”
As we both hunkered down together, slowly, I said, “It’s good to have more than one set of talents.”

“Doesn’t that depend where you use them?” Steve asked. I could feel his beard on my shoulder.

With that reply, I was almost certain that he enjoyed man-to-man action, but I was still wary. I taunted him further: “It’s surprising what some guys can do off the job.”

Steve was standing next to me. “I’d like to see that,” he said. I was still kneeling beside the rad and I looked up across his furry body and connected with his sexy eyes.

“Anytime,” I replied.

“It’s close enough to quitting time,” he said. “Shall we try my room?"

“Lead the way,” I offered, “but let’s put our shirts on first. No need to attract attention.”

When he closed the door to his quarters in the barracks, I dropped to my knees and waited. He looked at me while he slowly loosened his belt. Then he walked towards me, lowered his trousers and briefs to just under his balls. His long, semi-hard cock was just next to my lips, and my own erection was already way down my pant leg.

“Take your time, Brian. I’ve been needing expert attention for a very long time.”

“Lift your jersey, Steve,” I told him. “This expert wants to feel all that body hair while I suck your juicy dick and balls. That’s my idea of perfection.”

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