Car Trouble
By Spudd

 It was late, I was tired and I just wanted to get home and go to bed.

I had to go to a seminar for work and of course it had to be over 60 miles away. I was about ½ way home when it happened. My car, it just started sputtering and putting. Like I was loosing power or something.

I am good at a lot of things but cars isn’t one of them. Of course the seminar ran late, I was stuck in traffic and now it’s late. I have already made it passed 4 garages and none of them open.

Then in the distance on that back country road I saw a light. As I drew closer I saw the sign :
“Scooters Auto Repair”
Scooter ? I thought. Oh hell, It’s a garage and there’s a light on. I pulled in just as my car stalled at the garage door.

Exiting my car I turned the corner to the side office door.

“HELLO !” I yelled. “IS ANYBODY HERE?”

“I’m here.” A voice startled be from behind. “You’re here” he added. “Are we missing anybody?” he finished.

After I regained my composure from having the shit scared out of me I introduced myself and offer a handshake. Turning his greasy hand over me be to see he said “You might not want to do that. Gonna get you all messy or something.” Looking at my suit.

“Buddy I don’t much care how greasy I get if you can fix my car.”

“Oh really ? would not have figured that from a slicker like you.” He said.

“Appearances aren’t everything.” I replied.

I proceeded to tell him the noises my car was making just before quitting on me. He nodded his head several times as though he knew what was wrong.

“So, can you help me Mr…….. ?”

“No Mister, just Scooter. Friends call me Scooter. And any man not afraid of a little grease can call me Scooter too.”

“Thanks” “Say you got a place I can change into some gym sweats and I can help push this thing into the garage.”

“Over there”, he pointed to the back of the garage and a small bathroom.
“Thanks, be right back.”

“Scooter, huh?” I thought to myself as I changed. He did not look like a Scooter. He looked more like a Dirk or a Tony. He was dressed in denim overalls, with no shirt. His muscular arms and upper chest bare and solid. Short dark hair, almost pitch black topped his head. About 1 ½ days growth of beard. Rugged and almost bear-like.

Upon my return he handed me a bottle and I helped push the car in as promised. The garage door closed behind us.

“Not as weak as I would have thought, for a city folk” He commented after the easy push.

“Well I am not actually city folk. I more like country folk who just works in the city and I work out when I can..”

“Humph.” He grunted with apparent approval.

“So, drink up and tell me what’s under your hood.” He said.

“I know he meant the car but what was under MY hood was making it increasingly more difficult to stand still.” A strange feeling considering I was straight. (and getting straighter by the minute if you know what I mean.)

Chugging my drink I entered the car and popped the hood. “Take a look for your self. I am not very good with cars myself. Never was.”

Lifting the hood and securing it open his head disappeared from my view. I sat there for a minute composing myself before getting out. I set my empty bottle on the work bench and asked if he could tell what was wrong.

“Yup, you are loosing engine compression. I think I can fix ya up til you get it to your dealer. The permanent fix is probably covered under your warrantee. That will save ya some money.”

“Help your self to another” he said pointing to the small fridge in the corner. Just drink the ones in the RED label.

“Thanks” I did. “This is great.” I could tell he made it himself.

“Yeah it is my own special brew. I bottle it myself. Better than that store bought shit. I grow some of the hopps myself.”

He continued to work on my car as I sat and watched offering my services but he declined. “Maybe later” he said.

He was done by the time I finished that beer.

“How bout a free Lube while I’m in here, your looking kinda dry.” He offered.

“Sure but I’ll pay ya, really.”

“Oh don’t worry, You’ll pay.” He said.

It was warm in there and his skin glistened with sweat and grease. I could barely stand it. Then when he turned around and wiped an itch on his cheek, the oil smudge caused by his finger put me over the edge.

I began to feel all warm and tingly. Beads of sweat began to form on my brow and he noticed as I sat on the stool behind him where I was admiring the view.

“I see they’re kicking in.” he said

“What’s kicking in?” I asked.

“The Red Lable, You’ll see.” He smirked as he slowly walked toward me.

Each step he took closer made things seam more distorted. Larger. By the time he reached the stool I was able to focus again, this time on him standing right before me. His crotch as eye level and that only because I was still on the stool. I learched backwards to the edge and looked down. I seamed like miles, but that was only because I was now only 3 inches tall.

“I told you that was good stuff” he boomed from above.
I looked in horror has his huge hand came down and closed around me.

When it opened again we were in his house that was next to the garage. He tilted hit and let me roll out onto his lap.

“Now that I serviced and lubed your car, its your turn.”

“My Turn?”

“Yup, Time for you to service me. We will get to the lubbing later.”

He undid the clasps of his overalls allowing them to fall down from his chest. His large chiseled Pecs heaving with each breath. Still with me on his lap he bent forward. His stomach pressed me down into his package lerking just beneath the denim below. He slipped off his huge Texas Steer Work boots and set them aside. He then pealed off his moist smelly socks bringing one up with him and laying the other over the top of his boots on the floor.

Picking me up he held me by the back of the neck and held me over his long, dingy, once white sock. Then dropped me. The musty smell of damp sweat and foot was both suffocating and intoxicating. Not able to gain my footing I sat there while he looked down at me. I could see the shadow of his hand outside the sock thru the material. It got closer and closer then began to compress around me but slowly. I screamed, begging for him not to crush me. What a way to go !

I could feel the wet cotton against my skin. I tasted the salty liquid encased in the material as it was squeeze out pouring onto me. I liked it in spite of the fear of being crushed to death by Scooter.

He began to squeeze harder and harder. To my surprise I was not squashed or crushed no matter how hard he squeezed. His grip released. I now smelled mike his sock, like his foot. Then the sock turned inside out and I was again resting in his lap but this time he somehow managed to get his overalls all the way off and was now sitting with just a pair of boxer briefs on. I was positioned directly on top of his cock.

Scooter looked down. “Time for some real fun now…………”

“Since you already smell like feet from my sock, I guess that is where we, I mean you, should start. They’re killing me and a message would feel really good right about now.”

With that said he closed his legs together from thigh to ankle and motioned for me to move to his knee. I did as instructed for fear of what might happen if I didn’t. I looked down. The drop was incredible. His long muscular legs drew out before me. His legs, like his arms were hairy, black and thick. I began to turn around to look at him when I was hit from behind by his finger. He flicked me just enough for me to loose my balance and start tumbling down his legs.

He lifted his feet off the floor to ease the slope and slow my descent. When I neared his shins he put his feet back on the floor and I rolled over the tops of his feet onto the carpet below.

He was booming with laughter at the sight of me all disoriented and such but it only lasted a few seconds before he commanded, “Get to work, You have a big job ahead of you! Size 13 ½ wide to be exact.”

He moved his feet closer to him which lessened the space between his soles and the floor allowing me to reach him. I started in toward the heal of his one foot as he ordered me to do. I lay on my back facing his sole above me. I began to massage him. His skin was thick and partially callused. He told me to suck on them to soften them up.

I did. The taste of salt and foot filled my mouth.

Over time I worked my way up the bottom of his foot to his toes. Occasionally he would rock in the chair making his foot press down toward me then away. This was done several times. Like a game he was playing. I crawled out from under his foot to do his toes next. Like the rest of him they too were covered in thick black hairs. He pulled forward and looked down at me. Before you rub then I want then sucked and licked clean. I want you to eat every piece of lint and toe jam your find.

My stomach turned. But again I did as ordered. Luckily there was not that much. Once again the taste of salt and funk entered my mouth.

Apparently I was taking to long because he told me to stop and stand between his feet now positioned on their sides soles facing one another. They clasp together trapping me inside. I was not hurt though. He began slowly moving his feet in opposite directions. This made me spin around over and over. Then he moved them again the other way. I could hear him laughing from above. I was his foot toy and he was enjoying every minute of it.

He ended his game with me positioned between the toes of both his feet. Pinching and releasing. Pinching and releasing. Then the doorbell rang.

Reaching down and picking me up he announced “We have company. You wait here” he said as he dropped me into one of his boots he had taken off a short time ago. He stuffed his socks in the top to prevent my escape.

He headed for the door as I tried to catch my breath while not passing out form the smell of his work boot.

It was his buddy Jed.

I was about to get to know him as well as Scooter new him.

Getting him a normal beer they settled back into the living room. There was the usual conversation about what they each did that day, the weather and sports scores.

I thought it was odd that Jed never asked why he was just sitting there in his underware but then I found out the reason. Scooter invited Jed over. Apparently while I was in the bathroom changing earlier.

The light from the room entered the boot as the socks were pulled form the top. Jeb looked in at me.

“He’s a cutie” he said to Scooter. I was both flattered and terrified. Not only did I have one Giant to deal with, but now I have two.

“Can I hold him?” he saked.

“Sure.” Scooter replied and I was rolled out onto the couch between Jed’s legs. Right into his crotch.

“Damn they grow these boys big in the country.” I thought.

Jed was the opposite of Scooter. While still very large and muscular he had a very fair complexion and light blonde hair. Almost white. The slighted hint of a goatee. His hair was longer too, down to his shoulders.

“I’ll be right back.” Scooter said and disappeared into the other room.

Jed picked me up and placed me in the pal of his hand. Pocking me with his index finger each time I tried to stand he was amusing himself at my expense.

“I bet you taste sweet, you little thing you”. He bellowed and moved me to his pink lips. His tongue protruded out and headed right for me. Swirling me around in his hand I became covered in his saliva.

Scooter came back and he stopped.

“Toss him over here.” He ordered and Jed complied. I went flying thru the air and was caught in his hand.

“I guess by now you know I can’t kill you. That is one of the effects of the beer. Lucky for you. Not so lucky for you is that this means I can do anything I want to you and you WILL do it. Remember the service and lube I gave your car ? Well since you already serviced my feet I guess that just leaves the lube job.”

“Ready or not here we cum.”

He turned me to Jed who had already stripped down to nothing but a jock and his socks. My eyes widened both at the shock of what was going to happen and the massive form of Jed’s body.

First he pulled out this harness type thing, then a jar. Jed held me to Scooters dick and Scooter attached me with the harness. My feet were just below his cock head which was swelling by the second. The harness was made of some sort of elastic so it expanded with him pulling me tight against his hot meat. The he opened the jar. It was some kind of jelly. He dipped his whole dick right inside. It went with up to my neck.

Then the jar moved from my site only to be replaced my Jed’s ass cheeks. Scooter moved closer. As he did Jed pulled his cheeks apart exposing his hole. It was puckered and ripe. Heat began to build as Scooter started forcing his way in. He stuck in the head of his dick first then pulled out. Then went in a little farther. I was screaming to be let free but it was no use. I could not believe this was happening. I could smell the lingering scent of shit on Jed’s hole. He groaned as Scooter entered again only farther. The friction was increasing the heat between the three of us. Scooter was now moaning and grunting too.

Everything then seamed to happen in slow motion. The rhythmic pushes and pulls in and out. I could see Scooters abs flexing and contracting. I could feel the beginnings of cum shooting from within. I was getting covered in that too. This was the most humiliating, exciting, erotic thing I ever experienced. Then something went wrong.

Scooter was pumping like no tomorrow. Jed was still receiving all he was offering but I was now moving. Something was wrong with the harness. Scooter was reaching orgasm and after blowing his load began to pull out. But with out me attached. The lube wore thin and I became stuck to the inside of Jed’s ass.

Scooter did not know at first and simply collapsed backwards. Jed did the same. I stayed still at first. Then tried to break my way free. Jed then realized something was not right.

“Um, Scooter. Did you loose something?”

“Like what, my virginity ? HA HA HA” he laughed. “I lost that a long time ago.”

“NO you idiot, off your dick.”

Scooter looked down. “Opps”

“Quick bend over” Scooter yelled.

“No wait a minute, he’s wiggling around. I kind a like it.”

He let me there for a minute or two until Scooter pried his cheeks apart again. My head was outside but the rest of me was still in his moist smelly ass. I looked up in time to see Scooters tongue, this time, headed for me. He rimmed Jed’s ass then began playing with my head. “Tasty” he exclaimed.

As I again looked up I say him pull Jed’s ass apart as far as he could then came at me with his teeth. They closed around my neck and pinched ever so slightly. This is how he pulled me out. As if this was not bad enough the turned Jed around and went in for a full lip kiss, inserting me into his mouth. The carried on for quite some time passing me back and forth.

Then with me in Scooters mouth he began giving Jed head. I was tossed side to side. Prodded with tongue and dick. This time it was Jed’s turn to blow his load and boy did he.

He exploded in Scooters mouth, Too much for him to swallow at once it oozed from his lips. Scooter pinned me under his tongue as to not swallow me then the continued again to a kiss. Jed licked the cum from Scooters lips.

What a Ride. I even came a couple times myself. I mean how could I not ?

The frenzy lasted about 2 hours. We were all exhausted. Jed lay in Scooters arms on the couch and I was laid to rest on Jeds abs still sweaty from all the action.

Scooter moved himself from under Jed and returned with 2 more beers and a small eye dropper of something.

“Open wide” he said as he emptied it onto me. I could not help but swallow some of it.

I began to feel funny again. The room was spinning and before I knew it there I lay. Naked and on top of Jed. He did not seam to mind.

Scooter tossed me my clothes.

“Keys are in the car” he said. You should be good to go.

A bit confused I got dressed. “What do I owe ya. For the car and all.”

“Consider yourself paid in full”

“Thanks”

I turned to go but before I left I turned over my shoulder and asked.

“Say my inspection is due the end of next month, can you fit me in ?”

The End.