(Uncensored) The Mechanic - Chapter 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+) I locked myself in my workshop, my cock hard as a rock just thinking about Diego. His fragrance and muscular body had me obsessed. Night fell and my mind was still soaked with him. I headed back to my fucking apartment, a small but cozy place for my hungry cock. I turned on the TV, but paid no attention to the movie, all I could think about was that perfect ass.

I slowly undressed, taking off my sweaty clothes, but my mind was still stuck on that shemale. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over my body. My cock grew hard as steel as I imagined Diego naked, with those strong thighs and his package marked by the fabric of his tight shorts. I indulged in the fantasy, closing my eyes and touching my belly, wishing it was him stroking me.

My fingers descended to my cock, imagining Diego's hands gripping it tightly and decisively. Fuck, I could see myself measuring my length, knowing exactly how to make me enjoy myself. My cock hardened more and more as I remembered his touch.

I lowered my fingers to my hole, feeling it contract at the thought of his cock. I imagined Diego behind me, thrusting mercilessly into me. His hands gripping my hips, his macho smell mingling with mine. I moved like a desperate whore, wanting to feel him inside me. In my mind, he was fucking me wildly, our moans filling the room.

My fingers were moving at full speed, jerking me off like a madman. My breathing was quickening, my eyes closed in ecstasy. I reached orgasm in an instant, screaming his name, “Diego, fuck, Diego!” as my cum shot out of my cock. The shower water mixed with my cum, but my mind was still riveted on him.

I got out of the shower and dried off, feeling my cock still hard, sensitive after the cum. I walked over to the bed, naked and aroused. I reached under the covers, my hand reaching for my cock again. I imagined Diego next to me, his tan skin brushing mine. I sucked on my fingers, savoring my own taste as my mind thought only of his mouth.

My fingers went at it again, more gently this time. I imagined Diego looking at me with desire, his hands squeezing my nipples, his tongue licking my cock. He was gently masturbating me, recreating every move he would make. His lips wrapping around my cock, his hot breath on my bud. I bit my thumb, mixing pain with pleasure.

The orgasm came again, my body tensing on the brink. I screamed his name once more, cumming in my hand. The pleasure slowly faded, my cock relaxing between my fingers. I dried myself again, wishing he was the one to clean me. Fuck, I wanted him to be the one to fuck me like this every fucking day.

I curled up on the bed, thinking about that male. Imagining him next to me, sleeping naked with me. Eager to see him again, to feel his hands on my body. Yes, tomorrow would be another day, but in my mind, Diego would be my fucking obsession. Every breath, every heartbeat, would remind me of him.