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This is another classic by the imaginary late author Peter Schutes. To learn more about his sordid, fictitious life, go to Peter schutes.com. A word of warning...in 1970, derogatory names for homosexuals were the norm. Let me know if Snake’s language offends you.
In Van Nuys, California, the car is king. Friday nights, Van Nuys Boulevard gets so packed with cars, the city of Los Angeles passed an ordinance that forbids more than one U-Turn in a 6-hour period. That doesn't stop the classic car collectors, vatos, surfers, party girls, and queers from packing the street nightly in their automobiles. In L.A., that's how people go for a walk. Jack ‘Snake’ Elgin was a shrewd businessman. On a trip to Ogden, Utah he saw a place where they change your oil in less than ten minutes. The driver can stay in the car, because it never goes up on a hydraulic lift. There’s a basement where the mechanics work through openings in the floor. Brilliant.
Snake opened the first quick change oil shop right in the middle of Auto Row in Van Nuys. KwikLube 5000 promised a $9.00 oil change in ten minutes or less or else it was free. He hired Fred Hiney and Paco Seja, two young men recently graduated from Pierce College’s Auto Repair vocational program. In the first week, the two mechanics serviced 800 cars with Snake’s assistance. The second week, he hired an apprentice, Doug Cherry, a kid fresh out of Van Nuys High who graduated top of the class in Shop.
There were four slots for cars. The line was long but moved at a steady pace. They averaged 1,000 cars a week. The shop opened at 7:30 am and closed when the line died out around 8 or 9. Fred, Paco, and Doug were paid handsomely. Snake was going to be a millionaire in a year or two, so he didn't mind the high overhead labor costs. Nobody quit so he lost no time training.
Snake got his nickname in the gym showers at Van Nuys High. He was a late bloomer. When puberty hit senior year, it hit him hard. His penis grew so fast, it hurt. By the middle of senior year, it hung halfway down his leg. Now, ten years later, it was nearly knee length and wrist thick. He met dozens of women who wanted to have a go, and he slept with a few. It always ended with them begging him to take it out. They would give him a handjob or just take their purse and leave. He considered his enormous tool a deformity. He couldn't have penetrative sex with any women. He might as well be dickless.
Before he opened KwikLube 5000, he was a mechanic at the Plymouth dealership on Van Nuys. A few years back, the DWP announced a planned water outage in his neighborhood. He noticed there was a public bath called Roman Holiday on Victory and Van Nuys. After work, Snake paid five dollars admission and his life was changed forever.
Snake was no queer. The all-male bath wasn't a place to wash up like he thought. Everyone received a towel and a key to a private changing room. They left their doors open. Most men were lying naked, ass up, face down on the bed. A few were sitting up, stroking themselves. One or two stood in the doorway pulling on their cocks. Snake panicked. He needed a shower, so he closed the door to his room, got out of his coveralls, wrapped what he could of himself in the towel and followed the sound of running water. As he passed men in the hall, they stared. His towel wasn't long enough to cover the bottom third of his cock. Most men followed him like the pied piper. When he got to the shower, ten men piled in behind him, openly watching as he took off his towel. He heard gasps and even applause. As he showered, removing oil and grime from the shop, the men formed a half circle, masturbating. He was just soaping up his cock, but it might as well have been a Broadway show. The fear he felt when he walked in changed to confidence as he lathered his massive tool. He had never experienced such open admiration. In school, it was taunts and jeers. In bed with women, it was screams for mercy.
“All right. Which one of you faggots is gonna let me stick my cock in them”? A few men walked away, but five or six remained. He took the prettiest queer by the hand and led him back to his room. This young man was small and skinny, with no dick. He was more woman than man. The queen knelt and took the end of Snake’s cock in his mouth. It didn't seem possible for such a small man to have a mouth that could take him. No woman had ever taken more than the tip. This guy had it halfway down his throat! After ten minutes watching the little fag choke, he got bored. Perhaps the guy had ESP, because right then he took Snake’s spit-slicked pole out of his mouth and put it in his rear. It was almost comical to see the little man struggling, his tiny penis sticking straight out and dripping. But like a magic trick, Snake’s monster cock vanished up the queen’s butthole. It turned a corner and kept going until Snake’s balls hit the man’s taint.
The queen did all the fucking at first. Snake stood back and let the girly-man hump himself. Snake had never come inside anyone; he was accustomed to jacking himself off. Having this person engulfing his meat so completely was a huge turn-on. He didn't care that his date had a dick. He was a hole that he could fuck, at long last. Snake grabbed the man by the waist and undulated his hips. Instead of crying for him to stop, the queen said, “Oh Jesus! Don't slow down. Harder!”
Snake needed no further invitation. He withdrew in long strokes and plunged back in, his hips pounding mercilessly against the little man’s backside. For the first time, with a grunt, he shot his load up the man’s butt. When he pulled out, his cock was coated in cum and even a little shit and blood.
“Clean it up, boy”!
The queen swallowed Snake’s dirty dick all the way, scrubbing it clean with his tonsils. He stood, and left the room, no goodbyes. Snake didn't have to worry about getting him off. It was perfect.
Since that fateful night, Snake became a regular patron of the baths in the Valley. He had an annual membership at American Continental Baths on Cahuenga, and he often drove to Toluca Lake to Glen’s Baths. He even went to the seedy Serpent 8 Baths in Burbank. He rarely showered at home. He put his dick in three or four holes every night. There was a line at his changing room door. He sat on the dirty mattress, huge cock in hand, screening potential mates. He shook his head at the ugly ones, and at the greedy young men who wanted a ride too soon after their last tryst. A nod was a ticket to paradise for pretty boys and talented size queens. Nobody knew his name, not even his nickname. He loved fucking with no strings. It kept him satisfied and straight.
The success of his business took time away from sex. He had to stay later and wake up earlier. When he didn't get off, he got cranky.
Fred was the first to say something. “Sir, I think you’re putting in too many hours. You need a rest.”
Snake curled his lip. “I can't take any fucking time to rest, Fred”! The handsome mechanic stepped back. Snake felt bad. “Fred, you’re right, sorry. But what can I do”?
“I mean, you could hire someone,” Fred offered.
“You know, you’re right. Would you like to be manager”?
“No, sir. I'm happy working on cars. Maybe you just need a bookkeeper.”
The kid had a good head on his shoulders. “Do you know any”?
“Paco’s sister does bookkeeping for a lot of places around the Valley.”
That week, he hired Catalina Seja to do his books three nights a week. It meant he could leave early from now on. She quickly tied up the books and made deposits, leaving Snake time to visit the Baths.
Fred had a motive for getting Snake out of the shop early. On the nights Catalina didn't come, the three men were alone together. Paco lived with his entire family in Pacoima, and Fred was still at his parent’s house in Winnetka. Doug lived down the street, but his folks were always around. The men had grown very close during those crazy first months before they figured out ways to save time and improve service. When Doug the apprentice showed up, it increased efficiency by more than fifty percent. It also created an unusual chemistry for the men. Working side by side, they soon discovered that they were more than just a good team. These three men were all keeping the same secret.
Paco Seja, Fred Hiney, and Doug Cherry were gay. Paco wanted to turn the shop into a glorious orgy. He wanted to stick his brown dipstick into both these boys’ mouths and asses. They both wanted it, too.
The first night Snake left early, Paco turned down the lights. He lay face down on the basket-weave rope net that protected mechanics from falling through the slot. Doug and Fred were downstairs sweeping up when they heard a whistle. They looked at the slot overhead. An extremely thick seven-inch cock was poking through the ropes.
The two men climbed the steps so each could lick one side of the massive piece of meat. Paco felt two tongues on his tool and smiled. They took turns licking and sucking until they were rewarded with sticky white frosting on their faces and down their throats.
This became a nightly ritual when Catalina wasn't working. Eventually, Paco became bold, and lay on the net while his sister worked in the office. He pretended to be adjusting something with a wrench, and she never noticed.
Oral sex wasn't good enough. One night when they closed down the place, Paco rolled onto his back and let the two men ride his thick, cruel cock. They used waterless hand cleanser for lubricant. It burned a little, but it made sitting on Paco easy. Doug went first. He had been fucked regularly by a running back at Van Nuys High. He thought it would make riding Paco a little easier, but it didn't. The running back had a short, skinny dick. This was Doug’s first whopper. He faced Paco, his own short fat dick flopping on the Mexican’s belly as he impaled himself. It took a lot of slow steps forward, but Doug got the whole prize. Fred blew Doug while Paco thrust hard into the tight hole. They were all young, so just being naked around one another was halfway to orgasm. In a short time, Paco flooded Doug’s ass with baby salsa. Doug’s fatty blasted a load down Fred’s gullet.
Now it was Fred’s turn. Fred was not well hung. He had been bottoming since he started having sex. He had no choice. His tiny dick didn't even come into contact with Paco’s abdomen when he sat facing him. Paco liked little dicks. They made him feel powerful and dominant. Fred was short and thin, so Paco lifted him up and carried him downstairs. Doug kept a lookout on the ground floor above.
Paco dropped Fred hard onto a work bench. His cock remained firmly planted in Fred’s hole. Fred put his skinny legs on Paco’s shoulders and they fucked. Paco had wanted Fred since they went through the vocational training together. He never new Fred was joto until they worked side by side. In shop class, and at KwikLube, Fred continually stole glances at the huge lump in Paco’s coveralls. Paco was rock hard for hours. He had to beat off in the restroom to prevent painful blue balls.
Now they were copulating in the basement of their work. Doug watched through the netting, touching himself through his pants from the excitement and energy these two gave to one another. Paco stripped off his coveralls, revealing his perfect round ass and chiseled chest. Fred pinched his titties, but Paco slapped his hand away. “You’ll make me come too soon”! Paco had just inseminated Doug upstairs, but he had a few more loads in him. He had to look away when Fred’s tiny penis started to drip prostate juice from the pressure of the fat brown cock. It turned him on too much. Fred put his finger in the clear sticky stream and tasted it. He gave another fingerful to Paco, who lapped it up greedily. “I milked that out of him,” he thought. It excited him and his cock became even more engorged with blood.
The added thickness caused Fred to whimper. It really hurt now, Lube or no lube. It also felt blissful. He was happiest when a huge cock filled his rectum and even banged a little at the back. Paco was pumping hard, building towards climax.
Doug pulled his fat shorty out and pumped it. He stood looking down through the net on the action below; he didn't hear Snake come in.
Snake saw Doug whacking off. He heard noises from downstairs. Fred was shrieking, “Yes! Paco! Oh god! Make me a woman!”
Paco answered, “You’re my little bitch now, huh”?
“Yes, I'm your puta”!
Snake remained quiet. He wanted to see what happened next. By shifting gently, he was able to stay out of view and see all the action downstairs, plus Doug and his short fat pud.
“Touch my tetas now.”
Fred stroked the brown nipples. Paco threw his head back. “Ay, carajo! Si!” His hips slapped Doug’s cheeks, making a series of ever louder smacks.
“Paco, you’re making me come”! Fred leaned back on his elbows. His little dick turned into a sprinkler of hands-free semen.
Nothing turned Paco on more than performing so well, the guy has an orgasm. No hands was ten times hotter. He was a stud. Mas macho.
“I'm gonna shoot, Federico”! He called Fred by his Spanish name as a term of endearment.
“Shoot inside me”!
Fred didn't need to ask, because hot Mexican juice was already spewing into Fred’s fuckhole.
“Ahh! Shit!” Paco shot cups of come into Fred.
Upstairs, Doug bent in anticipation and fired off another round of milky sperm. It sprinkled through the netting and soaked his coworkers.
Snake ran his hands up and down his left pant leg. His huge cock was hardening.
Downstairs, Paco was eating his own semen out of Fred’s asshole like he was licking frosting from a bowl.
Snake applauded.
Doug spun around, hiding his thick nakedness with both hands. The expression on his face was priceless.
To be continued...
In Van Nuys, California, the car is king. Friday nights, Van Nuys Boulevard gets so packed with cars, the city of Los Angeles passed an ordinance that forbids more than one U-Turn in a 6-hour period. That doesn't stop the classic car collectors, vatos, surfers, party girls, and queers from packing the street nightly in their automobiles. In L.A., that's how people go for a walk. Jack ‘Snake’ Elgin was a shrewd businessman. On a trip to Ogden, Utah he saw a place where they change your oil in less than ten minutes. The driver can stay in the car, because it never goes up on a hydraulic lift. There’s a basement where the mechanics work through openings in the floor. Brilliant.
Snake opened the first quick change oil shop right in the middle of Auto Row in Van Nuys. KwikLube 5000 promised a $9.00 oil change in ten minutes or less or else it was free. He hired Fred Hiney and Paco Seja, two young men recently graduated from Pierce College’s Auto Repair vocational program. In the first week, the two mechanics serviced 800 cars with Snake’s assistance. The second week, he hired an apprentice, Doug Cherry, a kid fresh out of Van Nuys High who graduated top of the class in Shop.
There were four slots for cars. The line was long but moved at a steady pace. They averaged 1,000 cars a week. The shop opened at 7:30 am and closed when the line died out around 8 or 9. Fred, Paco, and Doug were paid handsomely. Snake was going to be a millionaire in a year or two, so he didn't mind the high overhead labor costs. Nobody quit so he lost no time training.
Snake got his nickname in the gym showers at Van Nuys High. He was a late bloomer. When puberty hit senior year, it hit him hard. His penis grew so fast, it hurt. By the middle of senior year, it hung halfway down his leg. Now, ten years later, it was nearly knee length and wrist thick. He met dozens of women who wanted to have a go, and he slept with a few. It always ended with them begging him to take it out. They would give him a handjob or just take their purse and leave. He considered his enormous tool a deformity. He couldn't have penetrative sex with any women. He might as well be dickless.
Before he opened KwikLube 5000, he was a mechanic at the Plymouth dealership on Van Nuys. A few years back, the DWP announced a planned water outage in his neighborhood. He noticed there was a public bath called Roman Holiday on Victory and Van Nuys. After work, Snake paid five dollars admission and his life was changed forever.
Snake was no queer. The all-male bath wasn't a place to wash up like he thought. Everyone received a towel and a key to a private changing room. They left their doors open. Most men were lying naked, ass up, face down on the bed. A few were sitting up, stroking themselves. One or two stood in the doorway pulling on their cocks. Snake panicked. He needed a shower, so he closed the door to his room, got out of his coveralls, wrapped what he could of himself in the towel and followed the sound of running water. As he passed men in the hall, they stared. His towel wasn't long enough to cover the bottom third of his cock. Most men followed him like the pied piper. When he got to the shower, ten men piled in behind him, openly watching as he took off his towel. He heard gasps and even applause. As he showered, removing oil and grime from the shop, the men formed a half circle, masturbating. He was just soaping up his cock, but it might as well have been a Broadway show. The fear he felt when he walked in changed to confidence as he lathered his massive tool. He had never experienced such open admiration. In school, it was taunts and jeers. In bed with women, it was screams for mercy.
“All right. Which one of you faggots is gonna let me stick my cock in them”? A few men walked away, but five or six remained. He took the prettiest queer by the hand and led him back to his room. This young man was small and skinny, with no dick. He was more woman than man. The queen knelt and took the end of Snake’s cock in his mouth. It didn't seem possible for such a small man to have a mouth that could take him. No woman had ever taken more than the tip. This guy had it halfway down his throat! After ten minutes watching the little fag choke, he got bored. Perhaps the guy had ESP, because right then he took Snake’s spit-slicked pole out of his mouth and put it in his rear. It was almost comical to see the little man struggling, his tiny penis sticking straight out and dripping. But like a magic trick, Snake’s monster cock vanished up the queen’s butthole. It turned a corner and kept going until Snake’s balls hit the man’s taint.
The queen did all the fucking at first. Snake stood back and let the girly-man hump himself. Snake had never come inside anyone; he was accustomed to jacking himself off. Having this person engulfing his meat so completely was a huge turn-on. He didn't care that his date had a dick. He was a hole that he could fuck, at long last. Snake grabbed the man by the waist and undulated his hips. Instead of crying for him to stop, the queen said, “Oh Jesus! Don't slow down. Harder!”
Snake needed no further invitation. He withdrew in long strokes and plunged back in, his hips pounding mercilessly against the little man’s backside. For the first time, with a grunt, he shot his load up the man’s butt. When he pulled out, his cock was coated in cum and even a little shit and blood.
“Clean it up, boy”!
The queen swallowed Snake’s dirty dick all the way, scrubbing it clean with his tonsils. He stood, and left the room, no goodbyes. Snake didn't have to worry about getting him off. It was perfect.
Since that fateful night, Snake became a regular patron of the baths in the Valley. He had an annual membership at American Continental Baths on Cahuenga, and he often drove to Toluca Lake to Glen’s Baths. He even went to the seedy Serpent 8 Baths in Burbank. He rarely showered at home. He put his dick in three or four holes every night. There was a line at his changing room door. He sat on the dirty mattress, huge cock in hand, screening potential mates. He shook his head at the ugly ones, and at the greedy young men who wanted a ride too soon after their last tryst. A nod was a ticket to paradise for pretty boys and talented size queens. Nobody knew his name, not even his nickname. He loved fucking with no strings. It kept him satisfied and straight.
The success of his business took time away from sex. He had to stay later and wake up earlier. When he didn't get off, he got cranky.
Fred was the first to say something. “Sir, I think you’re putting in too many hours. You need a rest.”
Snake curled his lip. “I can't take any fucking time to rest, Fred”! The handsome mechanic stepped back. Snake felt bad. “Fred, you’re right, sorry. But what can I do”?
“I mean, you could hire someone,” Fred offered.
“You know, you’re right. Would you like to be manager”?
“No, sir. I'm happy working on cars. Maybe you just need a bookkeeper.”
The kid had a good head on his shoulders. “Do you know any”?
“Paco’s sister does bookkeeping for a lot of places around the Valley.”
That week, he hired Catalina Seja to do his books three nights a week. It meant he could leave early from now on. She quickly tied up the books and made deposits, leaving Snake time to visit the Baths.
Fred had a motive for getting Snake out of the shop early. On the nights Catalina didn't come, the three men were alone together. Paco lived with his entire family in Pacoima, and Fred was still at his parent’s house in Winnetka. Doug lived down the street, but his folks were always around. The men had grown very close during those crazy first months before they figured out ways to save time and improve service. When Doug the apprentice showed up, it increased efficiency by more than fifty percent. It also created an unusual chemistry for the men. Working side by side, they soon discovered that they were more than just a good team. These three men were all keeping the same secret.
Paco Seja, Fred Hiney, and Doug Cherry were gay. Paco wanted to turn the shop into a glorious orgy. He wanted to stick his brown dipstick into both these boys’ mouths and asses. They both wanted it, too.
The first night Snake left early, Paco turned down the lights. He lay face down on the basket-weave rope net that protected mechanics from falling through the slot. Doug and Fred were downstairs sweeping up when they heard a whistle. They looked at the slot overhead. An extremely thick seven-inch cock was poking through the ropes.
The two men climbed the steps so each could lick one side of the massive piece of meat. Paco felt two tongues on his tool and smiled. They took turns licking and sucking until they were rewarded with sticky white frosting on their faces and down their throats.
This became a nightly ritual when Catalina wasn't working. Eventually, Paco became bold, and lay on the net while his sister worked in the office. He pretended to be adjusting something with a wrench, and she never noticed.
Oral sex wasn't good enough. One night when they closed down the place, Paco rolled onto his back and let the two men ride his thick, cruel cock. They used waterless hand cleanser for lubricant. It burned a little, but it made sitting on Paco easy. Doug went first. He had been fucked regularly by a running back at Van Nuys High. He thought it would make riding Paco a little easier, but it didn't. The running back had a short, skinny dick. This was Doug’s first whopper. He faced Paco, his own short fat dick flopping on the Mexican’s belly as he impaled himself. It took a lot of slow steps forward, but Doug got the whole prize. Fred blew Doug while Paco thrust hard into the tight hole. They were all young, so just being naked around one another was halfway to orgasm. In a short time, Paco flooded Doug’s ass with baby salsa. Doug’s fatty blasted a load down Fred’s gullet.
Now it was Fred’s turn. Fred was not well hung. He had been bottoming since he started having sex. He had no choice. His tiny dick didn't even come into contact with Paco’s abdomen when he sat facing him. Paco liked little dicks. They made him feel powerful and dominant. Fred was short and thin, so Paco lifted him up and carried him downstairs. Doug kept a lookout on the ground floor above.
Paco dropped Fred hard onto a work bench. His cock remained firmly planted in Fred’s hole. Fred put his skinny legs on Paco’s shoulders and they fucked. Paco had wanted Fred since they went through the vocational training together. He never new Fred was joto until they worked side by side. In shop class, and at KwikLube, Fred continually stole glances at the huge lump in Paco’s coveralls. Paco was rock hard for hours. He had to beat off in the restroom to prevent painful blue balls.
Now they were copulating in the basement of their work. Doug watched through the netting, touching himself through his pants from the excitement and energy these two gave to one another. Paco stripped off his coveralls, revealing his perfect round ass and chiseled chest. Fred pinched his titties, but Paco slapped his hand away. “You’ll make me come too soon”! Paco had just inseminated Doug upstairs, but he had a few more loads in him. He had to look away when Fred’s tiny penis started to drip prostate juice from the pressure of the fat brown cock. It turned him on too much. Fred put his finger in the clear sticky stream and tasted it. He gave another fingerful to Paco, who lapped it up greedily. “I milked that out of him,” he thought. It excited him and his cock became even more engorged with blood.
The added thickness caused Fred to whimper. It really hurt now, Lube or no lube. It also felt blissful. He was happiest when a huge cock filled his rectum and even banged a little at the back. Paco was pumping hard, building towards climax.
Doug pulled his fat shorty out and pumped it. He stood looking down through the net on the action below; he didn't hear Snake come in.
Snake saw Doug whacking off. He heard noises from downstairs. Fred was shrieking, “Yes! Paco! Oh god! Make me a woman!”
Paco answered, “You’re my little bitch now, huh”?
“Yes, I'm your puta”!
Snake remained quiet. He wanted to see what happened next. By shifting gently, he was able to stay out of view and see all the action downstairs, plus Doug and his short fat pud.
“Touch my tetas now.”
Fred stroked the brown nipples. Paco threw his head back. “Ay, carajo! Si!” His hips slapped Doug’s cheeks, making a series of ever louder smacks.
“Paco, you’re making me come”! Fred leaned back on his elbows. His little dick turned into a sprinkler of hands-free semen.
Nothing turned Paco on more than performing so well, the guy has an orgasm. No hands was ten times hotter. He was a stud. Mas macho.
“I'm gonna shoot, Federico”! He called Fred by his Spanish name as a term of endearment.
“Shoot inside me”!
Fred didn't need to ask, because hot Mexican juice was already spewing into Fred’s fuckhole.
“Ahh! Shit!” Paco shot cups of come into Fred.
Upstairs, Doug bent in anticipation and fired off another round of milky sperm. It sprinkled through the netting and soaked his coworkers.
Snake ran his hands up and down his left pant leg. His huge cock was hardening.
Downstairs, Paco was eating his own semen out of Fred’s asshole like he was licking frosting from a bowl.
Snake applauded.
Doug spun around, hiding his thick nakedness with both hands. The expression on his face was priceless.
To be continued...
