Gay Mechanic: Can a gay man be a tradie

by Phillip Lesbirel

  We entered through a high ceiling hallway, and into the main entertaining area, which led out to the pool and garden area. A full white marque had been set up for food and drinks, with heaps of garden space left. The gardens were well cared for, and obviously had professional help. The leather Master approached, and shook my hand, welcoming me to his home. I introduced him to Harry. Harry looked shocked.

  “Hello Harry. Don’t look so shocked. You never really get to know a person in business till you see his home and family. You are welcome here. Enjoy yourself, and I am sure you and I will have a little Tate-a-Tate later.” He then walked off to welcome more guests. Harry had said nothing, his jaw still open.

  “What’s wrong Harry, you look like you have seen a ghost or something.” Harry started to tremble.

  “That’s my biggest client. He owns the biggest milk producing farms around here, and is also big in eggs and meat. I never ever suspected he was gay.” I held his hand tightly.

  “I think you are going to find out a lot tonight Harry, more than you realise.”

  After grabbing a drink and some food, I was ravenous having not eaten since lunch; we wandered around mingling with the other guests. Harry was pointing out several of his clients and one in particular. He was a handsome guy, late 20’s early 30’s, blonde, tall and a great body. He was dressed only in a pink tutu. As he moved, the breeze caught the tutu, and lifted it up revealing nothing under neath, just a well hung cock and set of balls. Harry started to laugh.

  “Well I never, Brains a gay. I always thought he was a real nerd at Uni. Never suspected he liked ballet.” I joined him in his laugh, and we started to move over to say hi, when Brains fell into the pool, followed by half the crowd, and the party really began. Clothes were peeled off, and the pool became a naked whorehouse, everyone grabbing their pool fuck and going at it. Harry was fascinated.

  “Jerry, I think I am going to like this party.” And at that, he stripped off all his clothes, grabbed me fully clothed, and pulled me into the pool. We fucked away to our hearts content in amongst about 15 other couples, with no inhibitions. Pool sex is great, the warm water providing all the lubrication you need, creating slight resistance to your movements so it enhances the sex act. Harry tasted great, the pool chlorine in his hair, and the smell of lingering ‘Bon Homme’ after-shave on his face. Just as I finished fucking Harry, the Master moved over in the pool next to us.

  “May I Jerry, I have wanted to fuck my accountant for so long, I would hate to waste the opportunity?” I agreed, and moved out of his way, worried Harry would get hurt, so I stayed close, but the Master was gentle, and Harry enjoyed his second fucking in almost as many minutes.

  Harry comes out

  Although Harry had come out to his family and mine, he still had to build up the courage to come out fully at work and to his clients. But he need not have worried. Once we dried off from the pool, Harry and I remained naked for a while, mingling with the other guests. We grabbed another beer, and settled down on an out side lounge to relax, when we heard a voice behind us.

  “See you have found a mate Harry.” Harry nearly froze, and then remembered where he was. He got up to face the voice. Hello George, great to see you once again. You haven’t met my lover have you? George, this is Jerry.” I stood up and faced a guy in his late 50’s, and from memory, I seam to remember his face as one of those other leather men with the Master that night. I shook his hand,

  “Nice to see you again.” Harry looked at me with an incredulous stare.

  “Don’t worry Harry; I was one of the leather men at Jerry’s initiation into slavery. He was a dam good fuck too. What about you Harry, slavery interest you at all?” Harry knew he was being tested by his client, and decided to stand by his convictions.

  “As a gay man coupled to Jerry, slavery was never part of our relationship, but I know Jerry does like the slavery side of gay life, and I suppose I should know what he likes about it. So in answer to your question, Yes, I am interested George.” George liked what he heard, as he was smiling and took Harry’s hand.

  “I knew you were the accountant for me when we first met. I knew you were gay, but you had not found yourself yet, so I let you find it out for yourself. Young Jerry here has been the best thing to come on to the gay scene in quite a while, and you snapped him up. Smart man Harry, he would not have been single long. He would have found a mate, or would have been enslaved by one of the Masters. Our loss is your gain. Come, I think you should meet some of my associates.” Naked as we were, we followed him into the house, and into the library. There were several men in various stages of undress, sitting in the room in serious discussion. George called for quiet, and as the others turned to face him, I recognised the other 2 leather men, and a couple of older guys from Trix nightclub.

  “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce our newest out gay, Harry Fairchild, and his companion Jerry Bright.” They all came over and shook Harry’s and my hand. A couple were more than familiar with Harry, and I realised they too were clients he did not know were gay.

  “Harry is an accountant, and several of us are clients of his. Much to his surprise he has found out the truth about us, but I am sure it is to his advantage not his detriment. Harry, will you join me upstairs for a while, I have some business to discuss with you. Sorry to do this on such a festive occasion, but it needs to be dealt with straight after New Year. Look after Jerry boys, we will return shortly.” With that, George and Harry left, and I remained in the room.

  “Quite a budding mechanic I hear Jerry, and slave boy. Joe speaks highly of you.” This came from one of the leather men, Boyd I think they called him. He exuded power and strength, and although well into his 50’s, he was well muscled and toned. He obviously looked after himself, as did all the others in the room, not a flabby stomach to be seen.

  “I liked your outfit tonight Jerry. It was a strong message to us all that Harry was yours. We have suspected Harry for some time, otherwise he would not have got our accounts, but we were willing to wait for him to come out. Now we can really use his services. Raymond here is considering starting a new venture, and Harry will be consulted of course. Harry will be a wealthy man in time. With you to contend with, I am sure he will develop into a great slave.” I looked at the guy.

  “Harry will never be a slave to me; he is my lover and only that. Although I am the top in our relationship, that does not make Harry a slave, quite the opposite; I am more a slave to his desires.” Boyd clapped.

  “Touché young Jerry, I like a man with spirit, and you certainly showed that at your initiation. I would be honoured if you would join us at our next initiation. We need young blood in our group.” I said I would like that, and then settled down to await Harry, listening to the business conversation going on. When Harry returned, he was beaming.

  “Got a new client; a big one. Man I thought coming out would ruin me, and I would have to start again, but this is awesome.” We moved out to the garden area again, and the band had started playing, and naked soles were dancing together on the dance floor, stiff cocks rubbing up and down each other. Nearly all the guests were now naked, and sex was being carried out on any and every scrap of clear lawn. Harry was set upon by his old school mate Brains, and went onto the dance floor; I whispered to Harry I was going to find the valet, and he winked at me.

  “Go get him tiger!” I ventured out onto the driveway, naked as a jaybird, and found him leaning on a Bentley near the back, smoking. He saw me coming and flicked the cigarette away, and moved towards me.

  “The Master has great parties doesn’t he?” He said as he approached, his eyes on my cock dangling between my legs. I just walked straight up to him, and planted my lips on his, my cock rubbing on his black pants. He pulled my hips into his groin, and allowed my cock to rub against his own covered cock. He was already hard, and I relieved his cock from his pants and jocks, and saw it protruding from the fly as I went down on him. He leaned back against the bonnet of an Audi, and I could see his eye
s shut, and his head tilt back, savouring the sexual experience. He was not skilled in the art of sex, as he came too quickly, filling my mouth with a huge amount of joy juice. After licking him clean, I stood up and kissed him passionately again, and he responded well. I started to bite and lick his ears, and as I did, I whispered in his ear,

  “Now it is your turn. He started to go down, but I stopped him, undid his pants, pulled them and his jocks down below his tight bubble ass, and spun him around, pushing him face down on the bonnet of the car. I am not sure whether I was quicker than his mind to understand what was happening, or he was totally naïve about gay sex, as he was honestly shocked at my actions, but I was not going to stop now. I spat onto my hand and rubbed it into his ass crack and sphincter, fingering him as I did, 1 then 2 fingers, more spit then with my stiff cock started to explore his ass. I managed to enter him with my head, moving it in slowly. He gasped, and then cried out in pain, but nobody was going to hear him over the band and the shrieking. After giving his ass time to settle and accept my intrusion, I slowly slid my cock into his anal reaches. He was tight, but felt really good on my cock. I started to move in and out slowly, getting him used to the cock moving inside him, to feel pleasure as well as the pain and pressure. I started to move quicker; with more demand and desire to break this mans virginity. His ass was now mine, and he was going to know the pleasure of gay sex. I started to pound my balls into his ass cheeks, harder and harder, and I noticed his hips starting to move with me, wanting to take every millimetre of my cock into him. He actually liked being fucked, and I could hear small moans coming from him, not of pain but of pleasure. I was getting close now, and he wanted more and more, and I gave him everything I had before filling his ass with my white milky fluid of love. I stayed inside him for a while till I softened, and he was unable to hold me in. As my cock fell out of his ass, he turned, and kissed me, holding the back of my head fast. My hands re-explored his well-developed adolescent body, and we remained in an embrace for several minutes. We finally stood in front of each other, our breathing still laboured.

  “How did you know I wanted you to fuck me?” he questioned.

  “You told me so when I arrived in that Porsche there.” Pointing out Harry’s car.

  “The hunky guy in the work clothes, yeah I remember seeing you get out, and thinking ‘That is the guy I want tonight’ as I watched you walk up to the house. I have a thing about guys in work clothes. I often go down to construction sites and watch the hunky guys in their dirty work clothes and pull myself off.” I had a smirk on my face; this guy was a definite slave boy in the making. I kissed him again, and made my way back to the party and to Harry. After all, he was my party date. When I next saw the Master, I pointed the valet out, and suggested it may be worth his while to check him out as a potential full on slave. The Master thanked me, and later that night, the valet was impaled on the Master’s cock.

  The night’s festivities were long and gay. This was the best party I had ever attended, and having had the valet, I was longing for more sex. Harry had disappeared with brains while I was away, and returned to the dance area about 15 minutes after me. He came over beaming.

  “Finally managed to fuck Brains: Tried the whole time I was in Uni, but he was all teary eyed over another guy; a rugby player; come to think of it. Anyway, it was after that I met Collin, and we had a short fling, but I still dreamt of fucking Brains. Now I have; and he wasn’t bad either. Not as good a fuck as you my love. Your ass is tight and sweet, and all mine. By the way, remind me to organise a flight to Melbourne for the 2 of us next Friday night. We have some leather shopping to do.”

  Midnight arrived, and the party went wild. Everybody jumped into the pool, and it was kisses and fucks all around. The band struck up Auld Lang Sine, and in our drunken revelry we attempted to sing along, but the noise coming out of 50 drunken revellers was hideous. Harry and I kissed passionately for many minutes, before I turned him around and started to fuck him in the pool shallows. He was getting easier to enter, learning how to relax his muscles, and getting less pain. He still gave a small gasp as I entered with my moderate sized cock, but he told me once, that when it was inside him, he wanted nobody else to enter ever except me. He loved having me inside him, the feel of my cock on the inner walls of his bowel and sliding over his prostate. He felt the warmth of me, the power of my cock and my masculinity, my masculine odour as I sweated to a climax. Nobody else ever came close to fulfilling his needs than me. Love was a two-way affair, and I gave him the release he needed and the love he sought. I gave him a reason to live and plan a future, and the difference in our ages was not a concern to him. I in turn loved Harry for the simple life he had brought to my turmoil. He had made me realise love was there as a permanent thing, and not a casual fling in some park toilet. Harry was very naïve in many respects, but this naivety was what attracted me to him in the first place, and I hope he never looses it over time.

  Our fuck in the pool was a long drawn out affair, as I wanted to remain in Harry for as long as I could. I loved being inside him, and curled around his body. I moved slowly, sufficient to hold my cock hard but not enough to come. He always moved with me, and must have sensed my wanting to linger, as he did not try to rush me, but maintained the rhythm I had set. ‘True love must be like this’ I thought, it could not get any better. I started to move my body faster, increasing the rhythm only slightly, and Harry responded, gripping my backside with his hands, forcing me deeper inside him. Finally I could hold no longer, and with an almighty spasm and moan, I came inside him. We relaxed in each other’s arms, still half submerged in the pool. It was starting to cool off, and we decided to dry off and throw on a dressing gown our host had provided for all near the pool. They were soft luxurious terry towelling, and we were told that this was his gift to all the partygoers for New Year. We lounged around, and occasionally mingled for the next 3 hours or so, finally deciding to call it quits, and head off to the room allotted us in one of the far out buildings. They were basically workmen’s living huts, containing a single bed and a chair, and a small wardrobe. We each had a room, but decided we could use just the one single bed for the night. We just slipped our robes off and snuggled under the Doona supplied. The nights here got cold in the early hours, but we were very snug together. With the effects of alcohol and our sexual experiences of the night, we were both worn out, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately we kissed good night.

  I awoke that morning with a raging hard on, and sex with Harry was sweet but quite violent, as my sexual urges had to be sated. Harry too had a raging horn, and as soon as I was satisfied, turned around and allowed Harry to enter me. He too was quite violent, more so than his usual rather timid methods up till now. Although I was normally a top I loved to feel Harry come inside me. It gave me a feeling of one. As my partner, Harry needed to fuck too, sucking did not satisfy him totally, and it was a duty to him and to our relationship I allow him to use me. They say love conquers all, and this compromise by me was a part of being in a permanent loving relationship. I was a slave to Joe and a fuck to Stanley, so being fucked up the ass was nothing new to me, so why not allow my loving partner to sate his desires with me, rather than he go elsewhere.

  After we had had sex, we searched for the shower block, and soaped each other up, prodding each other’s ass, and cleaning each other’s cock. I loved showering with a man, especially Harry. We helped dry each other, slipped our gowns on, and walked over to the pool area, where an all day breakfast was being served. The after New Years party had already started, and we both had a ‘hair of the dog’ in the form of orange juice and champagne. Although I did not have a raging hangover, I did have a slight headache, but a couple of juice and champers did the trick, along with sausages, bacon, fried eggs, tomatoes and minute steak. I woofed it down like I had not eaten in a week. Harry was a little more refined with an Eggs Benedict and strong black coffee to back up the champers. Life had changed for me since I had met Joe and Harry. Each had a
n influence on my life, each in different ways. Joe had introduced me to another side of gay life, the life of slavery, but in doing so had opened up a new world of friendship and luxury. As an apprentice motor mechanic, I would never have been invited to this party, but as a slave of Joe’s and having been initiated by the Master himself, my tradesman standing was never brought up. With Harry, I had found love and stability. Again, my standing in the community as a tradesman was never considered; he loved me for me and not what I was. My rough dirty hands were of no consequence for Harry, and he never brought the subject up. Washing my grease-laden clothes was never a chore more a labour of love. Harry never complained, he always had a smile on his face when doing the household chores. Even the original reason for our getting together, the grease ring around the shower, was now lovingly cleaned by Harry. He said it was his ‘ring of confidence’, for while he had to clean it, I was still his lover.

  TAFE

  TAFE started in February, and I had to go 1 day a week for the next 4 years. I was apprehensive at first, new guys to check out, would they know if I was gay, and would they care. My mind had so many questions to be answered. I looked Paul up immediately I got to the college, and he registered me and gave me a map of the campus, and directed me to the manual arts building, and to the engineering workshops. The syllabus showed each day to be classroom during the mornings, and workshops during the afternoons. Each section of the trade was covered, engines, fuel systems, auto electronics and electrics, transmissions, diesels and diesel injection, suspensions, brakes, hydraulics and miscellaneous trade skills, such as replacing windscreens and some body parts. It was fairly comprehensive, and being spread over a year, allowed each subject to be taught in 6-week blocks. There were several classes for first year motor mechanics, and I was in the third class. There were a maximum of 15 to each class, and this would be whittled down over the first year as students dropped out. We were told that the trade had a 60% drop out rate in the first year, reducing to 10% after that. Of the 100 students starting this year, only 30 would complete their apprenticeships. I was determined not to be one of the dropouts. The first few weeks were a blur. I thought working with Joe and Stanley for over 4 months prior to starting TAFE, would have put me in good stead to allow me to breeze the course, but the intricacies of a motor vehicle were mind boggling. I was never good at physics at school, and much of the course was the dynamics of fluids, motion, gravity and kinetic energy. I studied every night to try and understand the physics side of the trade, and was having problems, and discussed it with Joe.