"Fun, Fun, Fun"
By: Cathy Roberts
Chicago, Illinois, January 1995
John Carter paced the floor, his nerves shot to Hell. Every now and then he would glance through the window to see how things were progressing, but it didn't look hopeful. Not hopeful at all. He held his breath as the door opened and he steeled himself to hear the verdict -- would his Jeep ever run again?
Walt looked at the nervous young man and stifled a laugh. "You can relax, it's a minor problem. I should have it fixed up for you in less than an hour."
John smiled. "That's great news. When it kept cutting off on me like that you were the only mechanic I thought about. I figured that you had to be good."
"You got that right. Why don't you grab a cup of coffee and make yourself at home?" Walt gestured to the coffee maker in the corner.
"Thanks, but I don't think I can handle any more caffeine. I'm just getting off a double shift."
"Petey works you hard, doesn't he?"
"No harder than he works himself," John replied. Even if he didn't know that Walt was related to Peter Benton, his answer would not have been any different. Peter Benton did make him work hard, but he also pushed himself all the time.
"Are you sure that I'm not keeping you away from more important things?" When John had arrived at the garage, Walt had been looking under the hood of a classic Thunderbird, but he had not hesitated to stop what he was doing on that car to take a look at John's Jeep.
Walt shook his head. "The T-Bird can wait. It belongs to me."
John's smile grew wider and Walt felt it all the way to his groin. He shifted his legs, hoping that his coveralls would hide his burgeoning erection.
"Wow. That's a great car. It's a convertible, right?"
"Yep. Well, let me get back to work." Walt turned to go back to the Jeep. "Why don't you come on out here and keep me company?"
"Okay." John eagerly followed Walt out to the bay where his Jeep waited.
They talked while Walt worked, and John found himself handing Walt various tools from time to time. It was fascinating to learn more about Benton's family. John had enjoyed meeting them back at Thanksgiving. They had been kind and generous to him, even letting him sleep on the couch once they saw that he was really too worn out to drive home. Benton's mother had felt sorry for him because his parents were out of the country and his assurances that it wasn't anything unusual and that it didn't bother him any seemed to fall on deaf ears. Although to be truthful, Mrs. Benton probably didn't even remember him now. Benton, of course, didn't like the idea of him sleeping on the couch, but the rest of his family outvoted him. So, Benton had taken it out on him over the ensuing days, at least that's the way it felt to John.
Walt was having a good time talking with John. He had liked the man from the minute he met him -- John seemed to be one of those people who just oozed charm. He had been brought up right, that was readily apparent. As was the fact that he came from a wealthy family. Walt didn't know how it was that Petey had not noticed that about his student. Or how his eyes lit up when he was happy and how his smile could melt the coldest heart. No, Petey had not noticed any of that. He most certainly had not noticed the way that John's tailored slacks draped his ass, giving a tantalizing hint of what lay underneath that material. Walt had noticed. And right now he was noticing how good John smelled as he leaned in close to him to peer over his shoulder. It was too distracting and Walt found himself scraping his knuckles as he replaced the last spark plug.
"You're bleeding," John said, reaching for Walt's hand.
"It's an occupational hazard," Walt joked as John held his hand and looked intently at the scrapes.
"Well, you should wash it with soap and water before you do anything else."
"Yes, doctor." Walt couldn't keep from grinning. He wanted John to keep holding onto his hand. Hell, he wanted John to be holding onto something else right now. He couldn't deny his attraction to men and over the years he had found himself acting on that attraction. And he intended to act on this one, too, even though he was afraid that if he even so much as hinted at that to John Carter that he would run and hide. Maybe even tell Petey about it. And there was one thing Walt knew for sure -- if Peter thought that he was cheating on Jackie and hurting her, then Peter would chew his ass up and spit it out. Walt reflected that Peter didn't know as much about him and Jackie as he seemed to think he did. Then Walt returned his attention to the man who still had hold of his hand. He wanted John and knew he would have to make his move so quickly that John wouldn't have time to object. That way, by the time John realized what had happened, he would hopefully be reluctant to stop it. At least, that's what Walt hoped would happen.
John was taken by surprise when Walt leaned close to him, tightly grasped his chin with his free hand and then kissed him on the mouth. He tried to pull away at first, but Walt pulled his other hand free and pulled him close, holding him tightly while his tongue pressed against his lips, seeking entrance.
John didn't know what to do. He had never been with another man, although he had thought about it from time to time. Every now and then he would meet a man who he found attractive and he would wonder what it would be like to have sex with him. But, he had never acted on that attraction. And now he had a man kissing him. A married man at that. A man who happened to be the brother-in-law of his teacher. And if that wasn't bad enough, he was realizing that he enjoyed this kiss. He parted his lips and when their tongues met, John felt himself grow hard. That excited him as much as the come-on from Walt did and he threw all he had into the kiss, wrapping one arm around Walt's waist and putting his other hand at the back of Walt's neck, holding him in place.
Walt reluctantly pulled away, chuckling when John made a sound of displeasure at the interruption.
"I want to undress you," Walt said even as he was sliding John's suspender straps off of his shoulders. "I want to see all of you, John."
"Okay," John stood still while Walt undressed him, not caring that Walt's fingers left motor oil prints on his shirt and tie. He could buy new clothes tomorrow, but tonight might be a once in a lifetime experience and he didn't want to upset Walt by saying anything about his stupid tie.
And then he was naked in front of Walt, his nerves on edge as he felt the man assess his body. Finally Walt nodded, a smile playing upon his lips.
"Nice. So very nice."
Walt pulled him close, crushing their bodies together as he passionately kissed him, his tongue forceful as it explored his mouth, his hands rough and strong as they grabbed his butt and held him near.
John started as he heard a door open and close, and he broke off the kiss, trying to pull away from Walt. "Someone's here."
"It's okay, baby. It's just Jackie."
John could feel his face grow hot with shame as Walt said that, and then Jackie was there in the work bay with them. He could feel her hands feather light as she stroked his back and hips.
"I told you he would be nice, Walter."
Walt grinned over John's shoulder at his wife. "Yes indeed, you most certainly did." Walt turned him around and John found himself under the appraising eyes of Peter Benton's older sister. For some reason, his erection didn't falter, but grew even more pronounced.
"Very nice indeed." Jackie nodded as she sank to her knees and took John's penis into her mouth with one smooth motion. She had liked Peter's student from the very first time she met him and she had wasted no time in encouraging Walt to find a way to get him alone. Luckily for them, fate had taken a hand and brought John Carter to the garage today. She and Walt had already planned an evening out, so Peter was obligated to stay at the house to watch their mother. Jackie had been looking forward to an evening out with her husband, but when he called to tell her that John had come by with car trouble, she had found herself eagerly anticipating the evening and had been on pins and needles until Peter arrived. Late, as usual. But, there nonetheless. And now, here she was with Walt, getting ready to take John.
She heard him moan and looked up to see that Walt was playing with John's nipples and nuzzling his neck. She worked him over carefully and thoroughly; bringing him to the brink of an orgasm and then letting him recede from the promise of sweet release. Finally, she let go of him and got back to her feet, then slipped out of her own clothes while Walt continued with his explorations - caressing, pinching and probing. At some point during the blowjob, Walt had undressed and Jackie sent an appreciative glance in his direction. Her husband had one hell of a great body, well endowed and guaranteed to please. Tonight, he would please John Carter while John Carter pleased her.
John mewed lowly when Jackie's mouth left his body, but his disappointment was short lived for Walt quickly took up the slack and bombarded his body with too many sensations for him to recognize. But, there was one sensation that stood out above the others and that was the one of intense arousal. He found himself not caring that this couple was far older than he was, or that they were in any way related to Peter Benton. All that mattered was the fact that all three of them were quickly becoming entangled - hands, lips, tongues all over each other.
He eventually found himself flat on his back on the front seat of the T-Bird, his head under the steering wheel and Jackie riding him unmercifully, her breasts pressing against his skin and her tongue driving him wild as she licked her way up his neck to his ear. Then Walt was there, pulling him to the edge of the passenger seat and parting his legs so he could gain entrance. And John let him.
Walt and Jackie had earlier toyed with him long enough to get him stretched enough to take Walt inside, but it still hurt a bit at first and then John was enjoying a most exquisite pleasure as he found himself being used for the sole pleasure of the husband and wife team. Not that he was lying there like a limp rag -- far from it. His hands and mouth were busy with Jackie's body, sucking and nuzzling her breasts when she raised her body up to give him access, caressing her thighs while she rode him,reaching behind her to touch Walt every so often -- not that he needed reassurance to know that Walt was there, but rather to let Walt know that he was okay with what was happening. And he truly was okay with it.
When John came, the intensity was so great that his orgasm verged on being violent. Even Jackie cried out as an orgasm rushed through her body shortly after his ended. She lay back down against his chest, resting her body on his while Walt continued on with his quest for release. And he found it not that much later thrusting roughly into John as his body was rocked by his orgasm. Spent, Walt leaned down and kissed his wife softly between her shoulder blades, then reached over her shoulder to kiss John. And then Jackie was kissing John as well, her voice soothing as she murmured in his ear, telling him that he had been fine, just fine. He assured her that she had been more than fine and that next time he would show her a lot more attention than he had this evening. Walt and Jackie both grinned at him, gratified to learn that there would be a next time for the three of them.
As Walt helped Jackie out of the T-Bird, he found himself very glad indeed that Petey had brought John over for Thanksgiving Dinner and giving them the chance to know him better. He still thought that Peter was a fool for not being able to appreciate just what he had right under his nose, but Peter's loss was certainly his gain. And Jackie's gain as well. As they say, he thought, the couple that plays together, stays together, and so far, he and Jackie were still going strong. And now, they would be going strong with John Carter.