Service While You Wait

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2004 by Inocentius & Pervertida

My car motor was sputtering on me. There had been a sort of "pop" sound from the engine, the power had abruptly dropped down and instead of the steady hum there was a puh-puh-puh-puh-puh! sound coming from under the hood. Shit! What the fuck was that, it sounded expensive as hell!

Ahead was a gas station, not a big-brand, just a "Mom and Pop" looking place. "Service While U Wait" it promised. It would have to do, my car was losing power fast!

I pulled in to the second garage bay, a man was working on a car in the first one and he saw me coming, waved me on in. He had the car up on the lift and was apparently pulling off the tires. The car otherwise looked fine.

"Hello!" I called as I got out of my car.

"You need some help with your car?"

I had to smile at that. "You heard it, you tell me."

"Sounds like you might have lost a cable on a spark plug or something." He told me. "I'll look at it soon as I finish rotating the tires on this car."

"Good." I said. "I'd like to get home at a decent hour."

"Another five minutes on this car and I'll start on yours. You ought to be out of here in a half hour or so."

"Great." I agreed. This didn't sound too bad.

"You can wait in there." he pointed with the lug wrench in his hand toward an inner door. "We got it set up with chairs and soda machine and such. My boy's in there, doing his homework. His momma's a waitress so he stays with me on the nights she works until we close up at nine o'clock. He won't bother you none. I got an intercom here I can use to tell you when you can come get your car."

"All right." I said. "Thank you."

I went on into the room, God knows the garage was no place to stand or sit with a business suit I'd hoped to get another day or two out of before sending it to the dry cleaners. I got to the room and opened the door. Inside was all that was promised, small chairs of the "office furnishing" sort, the kind with those square not-too-large cushions, and a soda machine. It was all nice, clean and neat. But that's not what caught my eye.

In the room was a boy as mentioned, some seven or eight years old, and with him a guy who was dressed in construction worker clothing, a plaid shirt, blue jeans, work boots and hardhat. That wasn't what caught my eye. What did was the fact that the boy was on one knee in front of the guy, wiping his face and the guy was in the process of stuffing his cock back into his pants! I only got a glimpse of it, but that was more than enough.

The guy looked at me and he didn't even flinch. "Hey, there." He said to me.

"Hey, there." Well, what else are you going to say to something like this.

"He's all yours now." the guy said. "I'd better go out and see if he's done rotating my tires."

"Uh...yeah." The guy buttoned up his pants and the kid grinned at me. "Uh, did I see what I think I saw?"

"Hell, it's part of the service." the man smirked at me. "Got a hot little horn-dog here and he loves helping out the customers while they wait for his dad to fix their cars. What you here for?"

"Engine trouble."

"Mr. Ambers, Mr. Ambers, your car is ready." the intercom called.

"That's my call, your job will keep you here a half hour or so. Long enough for the full treatment." And with that, the guy left the room.

I turned to the kid. "Hey, kid, maybe you need help here."

He had walked over to me while I had watched the other guy leave. "You're here for a half hour?" This kid was elfin-faced, with smallish, cute-like features, with his sandy-colored hair in that state of short-haired disarray that doesn't really look all mussed up, he wore a blue-and-white striped short-sleeved pullover shirt and a pair of rather baggy soft-cloth pants. His smile was as relaxed and genuine as you ever saw on a G-rated sitcom, this was the kid who you envisioned carrying a baseball glove hung from a bat over one shoulder, not wiping come from his lips that he had just sucked from a construction worker's cock.

"Yeah." I said.

"Cool." the kid said and grabbed my crotch. I mean, he just grabbed me.

"Guhhh! Hey, now, kid, you don't have to...."

"I want to." the kid said and caught hold of my pants and began to unzip me. "You're nice. This is going to be real fun."

"But kid, I...I...." Okay, I was waffling here, I'd never had a kid just walk up and grab my pants and start undoing them! This kid had my pants down to my knees now and had hold of my briefs, too. "Kid, I don't think you should be doing this.... Guhh!"

He had a hold of me, now! Jesus, I'd just come in to get my car fixed, not to be grabbed by the cock by a seven-year-old kid!

"Can I suck it for you, mister?" he asked me now.

"I...I don't know, I.... Uh, guh-huh-uh!" He hadn't waited for me to give him permission, he had just taken it into his mouth. And criminy, but this kid knew just how to suck a man's cock! I mean, I knew he knew how, but I mean, HE KNEW HOW! Hot saliva gushed onto my dong as he locked his lips on me, his tongue was lapping the underside of my glans, and then he was greasing it as he stuffed it down his mouth and then his throat!

"Oh, God! Oh, oh, God!" I moaned. "Kid, you don't have to do this, you don't have to...oh, God!"

Now he had it fully lubed and he was slurping up and down my pud with a speed that was something close to manic. He looked up at me as he did it, and he grinned around my prick as he held just the head on it, then his eyes smiled at me as he took me even deeper! I have eight inches of pretty thick pud on me, and this child was taking it all down!

"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" I groaned as he worked his lips up and down, now my cock was a thick gray tube coated with his saliva. I was in heaven, and suddenly my wings were yanked off.

"That ought to do it." the kid said to me as he stopped.

"Do it? Do what?" I yammered insensibly.

"Sure." he said.

"Oh. Well...okay." I said.

"Now sit down for me." the kid said and he began to take off his pants.

"Sit down? Sit down?" I mumbled, uncomprehendingly. I was still dazed from the intense bath of sexual passion racing through my brain, now it was gone and I was lost, confused.

"Yeah, sit down on the chair." The kid guided me like a blind man to one of the chairs, this one had no arm-rests at all. I obeyed like a zombie as he had me sit down. When I was seated, he got up onto the table next to the chair (it had little tables on each side of it), all the way up, standing on it, his bare legs like white stems under the tail of his pullover, and then he stepped over onto the other table next to the chair I was sitting on, and he was squatting over me now, and his hand came down and caught my dong and to my utter shock, he was beginning to sit on my cock!

My God, how many men had this kid taken already, at his tender age? He didn't have any problem with me at all this way, either! He was grinning and his eyes closed in utter bliss as he slid my prong into his tight little butt. He caught for just a sec, gave a sort of "ooph!" and he wriggled, and was sliding on down. When he was fully resting on my buried pud, he opened his eyes and grinned at me with a smile of pure joy. He loved this, he really loved this!

As for me, my eyes threatened to bug out of my head at all of this; God, a kid had just climbed onto my cock and he loved it!

"Help keep me steady, mister?" the kid asked me.

"Huh?"

"Put your hands on my waist." he clarified. I did as he said, numbly, and when I had hold of him, he began to bob up and down. His slender little butt was wrapped around my cock and I could only groan as he milked at my prick with his taut buttocks.

Something inside me quit objecting. So far, I had been just standing or sitting passively while the kid had his way with me. But something about the position he had, or maybe it was the way my dong had caught fire, but suddenly I was in control of my own body again...or something was, and it was horny!

I began to hump at the kid's butt, my hands going to his buns and clinging to them, forcing him to bounce up and down harder, harder, faster, faster. The kid just closed his eyes and moaned as I fucked his sweet little ass.

This was feeling great, but the chair which had helped while the kid was in charge was a hindrance now. I grunted in frustration as my hips tired of taking all the weight directly on them, and I grabbed the kid tight, and struggled up to my feet.

The kid's legs wrapped around my waist and I was now fucking him free-style in mid-air. You couldn't do this with an adult, but a kid weighs only as much as a bag of dog food, I could and did bounce him up and down on my cock like a puppet with my dick as the hand up inside it!

The kid's hands were resting on my shoulders, his head was thrown back in ecstasy and I was pretty close to creaming just like him.

And then someone walked in the door on me. It startled me, but the guy just grinned and said, "Hi, Mickey!"

"Hey, Mr. Johnson." the kid returned. "With you in a moment."

"You bet." Mr. Johnson said and put his hand to his crotch. "I'll be ready for you, too."

I was too horny to care I had just picked up a watcher. I began to hump little Mickey again and my brain threatened to explode in my head as my climax struck hard and fast.

"Oh, AH, AH, GAHAH, AHAH, AH, GUHH-GUHHHNNNNNN!" I groaned and my jizz squirted up into Mickey's sweet little ass, and the come dribbled down out of him and Mickey moaned, then laughed as his own little orgasm struck him at the same time. I could feel his butt clench as he shuddered in my arms.

"Yeah, come on, fuck that little butt for him. Mickey loves it when you ram him hard." Mr. Johnson urged me on.

"Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh, ahuh, ahuh!" I moaned as I finished. I had to sit down, thank God the chair was right behind me.

"Glad to see you're done with him now." Johnson said to me. "I just came in for a lube job, but with him pre-lubed for me, I can just manage to fuck him before my car is ready."

"Mr. Parker, Mr. Parker." came the sound over the intercom. "Your car is ready, Mr. Parker."

"Got to go!" I panted.

"I'll take him." Mr. Johnson had his pants down around his ankles and he lifted Mickey up off my ass and lowered him onto his own prick. I fumbled my pants back up (I'd have to take these clothes into the dry-cleaners tomorrow after all!), and looked. Mickey was blissfully riding Mr. Johnson's dong and Mr. Johnson was growling away happily as he got his service while he waited. I guess from the sounds he was making that he'd have time to fuck the kid while his car was being lubed by Mickey's dad after all.

I went back out to the garage where my car was waiting. It had been a broken spark plug, God know how that had happened, and the mechanic had checked the rest of them for me, thus making his job the half-hour he had said it would take. I paid his bill happily enough. For this sort of service, I could be a steady customer.

"You could stand to have your tires rotated." the man said to me, drumming up business.

"I guess I could." I said. "I'll bring it in after work next chance I get."

"A good thing to take care of your car properly." the man went on. "Take Mr. Johnson, he comes in here once a week with something or other. A little regular maintenance can do wonders for your car."

Not to mention his disposition, with Mickey waiting for a weekly ride on Mr. Johnson's prick. "You can expect to see me regular as rain from now on." I said. "I love the service I got here."

"Like our sign says," Mickey's dad said proudly. "Service while you wait."

"And that's just what you deliver." I agreed heartily.

THE END
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