En el taller......

In that era my father worked in a mechanic and paint shop. Thursdays when I left school, I'd pass by the shop, and I'd give mate to him, the mechanic, and the owner of the shop who was also a chapista. It was routine, normal, with jokes, questions about if I got any minitas, and they always loaded the mechanic with why he needed to have a nutria between his legs if he never put it... That Thursday, as usual, I passed by the shop, and only found Carlos, the mechanic, who told me that Roberto and my old man had gone to look for a car. I asked him if it bothered him if I waited for them, and if he wanted to give some mates. He responded that it didn't bother him, but he didn't know how long they'd take, as even they said to close up since they'd surely arrive after that hour. -And well... let's have some mates and I'll leave then. -Okay, get them ready while I close up. I went to the kitchen, heated the water, and when I came back, Carlos wasn't the same anymore, he was nervous, you could tell he wasn't comfortable. I thought maybe staying there was bothering him in his plans, since he wanted to close up and leave early. I asked if he wanted me to leave so he'd be free, that I didn't want to bother him, and he said: -It's not that, nene, you make me nervous. -Me? -Yes... do you think I don't notice how you get hard every time you can?, but you're Cacho's son... and that holds me back. Big guys always turned me on, big chicks always turned me on, and danger always turned me on... so that combo was unbeatable. I took the risks, so I advanced, and before he could react, I said: -Well, it holds you back, but not me. I grabbed his cock over his clothes, and even though it was a bit numb, you could tell it was heading towards an erection. I stopped him before he could get it out and he said: Are you sure? My response was to bend down, lower his zipper... and my idea of taking her to my mouth got interrupted. When I had it in my hand. Huge. There's no other way to describe that, even flaccid was fatter than my hand, longer than my hand. Very heavy. I think that's what impressed me the most. I looked at him face to face showing him how surprised I was, and his face was no longer the same. He was taken out, with a degenerate face, gestures of pleasure, but a bad face. And his temperament took a turn: What's wrong guy?... you're going crazy and now you're cocked? I started to suck it, I wanted to see it grow, but he didn't give me time: He grabbed my hair and taking the cock from its base pressed it against my lips forcing me to open my mouth, and without even letting me try to suck it, pushed his cock into my mouth gumming it regardless of the rub of my teeth, my mouth was full, and there was still cock outside, so I opened my throat and let it pass, and I felt like a viper going down my throat. While it was flaccid, I felt it bending filling my esophagus, and the very son of a slut covered my nose with force making me choke and struggle to get it out. He didn't let up. He kept covering my nose with his cock totally in my mouth. I couldn't breathe and already couldn't take my breath, so I started shaking and kicking him in the legs. When I got it out, I coughed spitting saliva and trying to recover my breath but when I looked at her, she was no longer the cock I had seen. It was a mast that I was sure I wouldn't be able to handle. About 8 cm in diameter, and about 22 cm that seemed nothing due to its width. It was the first cock I couldn't swallow while erect. I opened my mouth as much as I could, but it was impossible. He knew it, so he didn't waste time and lifted me up by surprise, bent me over a dude's car, and practically ripped off my clothes. I was terrified, had no reaction, wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn't even do that. He spat in my hand, rubbed my ass, and instead of calming me down, supported his cock on me and said: This is going to hurt guy, but I'm not missing this bum. The first I felt like my ass was tearing apart, but I knew I only had half my head inside, so I asked him to stop and tried to get out, but then he said: -Guy, it may hurt slowly, but once you're in, you'll enjoy it, let me do what I want. I hated it and hated myself for not leaving, felt like 4 or 5 pushes were getting my whole cock in. I was crying silently because the pain was terrible, and as if he didn't care, he started a wild pumping until my mind began to take consciousness of the cock eating me, and even though there was no physical pleasure yet, mentally I was proud of having eaten it all. I started receiving each thrust with enthusiasm, and then, like magic, pleasure appeared, not replacing the pain but accompanying it. I started following his movements, and from my mouth came phrases I didn't even think: See... all... kill me... see how I can take it... see that I'm getting in, son of a slut... I finished on top of him at the exact moment I felt his cock filling my ass with cum... he stayed quiet, gasping for air, and I felt like that mast was softening inside me. I pulled out with a jerk, and felt the sound it made as it left, felt like I couldn't close my hole, so his cum escaped, dripping down my legs that were shaking like crazy, and I heard him say: ...you're such a good promiscuous... you don't know how we're going to get it from here on out. I didn't need to ask, or even think about it... I knew I was going to be in for a wild ride.