"Bodie's my best mechanic, he does the work of two other men. As long as he's happy, he works hard and does everything right. Customers love his work when he's happy. But when he's not happy, he messes up and puts us days behind time, every time. Last time that happened, his dog had died. You remember last March, don't you?"

I had, Dad had suddenly started working all weekend and late nights.

"Three fucking weeks for him to get over it enough to get himself a new dog and get back to work. So something makes him unhappy, I'm going to be unhappy, and I'll fire the fucker that makes him unhappy, even if it is my own son. You got that?"

"I got it, Dad."

"Then we're good to go."

And we were, things went smooth for the first two weeks. Bodie did the majority of the work, I swear, that huge hulk could rebuild an engine in the time it took me to replace a set of spark plugs! I would look over and there he was, a huge man with deep brown hair, solid but rounded face, broad shoulders, powerful arms, massive chest, it all moved in smooth harmony over the cars he was working on, I was constantly amazed at how easily he handled heavy weights or performed ridiculously hard tasks with such smooth ease. He didn't talk much, and what he did say was rather elementary in nature ("Hand me that seven-sixteenths wrench, will you?" or "Watch out for that hose there!"), so I couldn't say I knew him even then. He had himself a girlfriend who could make him smile broadly and even laugh. But otherwise, he was quiet, competent and strong, a real asset to my Dad's business.

So you can imagine how I felt that day I got to work (I'd bought my own car by then, with my first paycheck as a down payment) to find Bodie raising all kinds of Cain! He was throwing things around! He threw a wrench while I was watching and put a huge ding right in the side of a brand-new Lincoln Continental, and my father saw me and said, "Carl, watch out! Duck!"

I ducked, because Bodie had thrown the next wrench right at my head! I got under it and stayed with my body down and ran towards Bodie with some vague thought of trying to get him down and under control. I knew we'd have to take care of every one of those damaged cars, for free. Part of my paycheck was by commission, working for free meant not only lost money for the work I'd done, but lost money because I couldn't work at anything else!

But Bodie saw me and partly because I was new and hadn't done anything to him and even brought him a Coke now and then, he stopped throwing things!

"Carl, get away from there!"

I ignored my Dad. "Bodie? Bodie, man, what is it?"

"She left me! Bonnie went and left me!" Bodie moaned. "Just packed up and left! Just left!"

Oh, God! This had to be five times worse than him losing his dog! "Come on, man, buck up!" I told him. "Maybe she'll come back."

"No, she won't! She called me!"

"Oh." I chewed this over with the scant knowledge of women I'd gained in my eighteen years of life so far. "Did she say why she left?"

Dad and the other mechanics had cleared out and were off down the road. Dad had told me about Bodie's anger kicks, best thing to do was not be there for him to throw things at you. Leave him alone, let him calm down and then come back and assess the damage. Five thousand dollars of damage the last time, and that was just the parts, not to mention the lost labor.

So just me and him there and I said as much, "Come on, Bodie, just you and me here now. Why'd she leave you, did she say why?"

"Yeah, she said why!" Bodie moaned and picked up another wrench (he was standing next to a whole rack of them, and it was less than half depleted by him so far).

"So why'd she say she left?"

"Said she couldn't take it anymore!" And he threw the wrench which went right though the Continental's passenger side window.

"Couldn't take what?" This sounded like real personality problems, she didn't like something he was doing.

"Couldn't take me fucking her!" And he scooped up and flung another wrench at the Continental. "Said I was too big, and too rough! Said I was hurting her! Said I did it too often, too!"

"Oh, shit!" I put in. But he was getting to the big wrenches now. I saw my paychecks going down the craphole, maybe even Dad having to close the business. "She dumped you because of that?" I had to say something, "That's stupid! She's got to have something wrong with her to turn you down because of that!"

"You think so?" Bodie put the wrench back! I had him now!

"Sure, there's got to be lots of women out there who'd love to have you ram their pussies. You just got to get out there and find them." And I added, "Hell, if you're big enough, there are lots of guys who wouldn't mind you fucking their ass, either."

That was where I made my big mistake. Bodie asked, "You mean that? There are guys who want me to fuck them?"

"Sure, there's probably lots of them."

"Guys who'd want to ride on this?" Bodie grabbed his crotch. He was wearing a jumpsuit, it was tight around his shoulders but loose at his waist.

"I'm sure there would be." I said, watching him unzip his fly. Fish inside it. Hell, the guy wasn't wearing any underwear!

And then he reeled it out. I have to say "reeled" because Bodie was hung like a freaking horse! Not that I've seen horse's cocks, but you know what I mean! He let it flop and it dangled down to where it was close to his knees. It didn't reach them...but not by much, not by much!

"You see what I mean?" Bodie went on. "She says this is too big for her. Said it's too big for anyone! Said I should just whack it off the rest of my life and spare some poor woman the pain!"

I was losing him again. "Bodie, that's not true!"

"No, she's right! Nobody wants to even touch this!" Bodie was getting all worked up all over again. "Most women see it and run away! Scared of it! How about you, are you scared of it?"

"No, Bodie, no!"

"You don't mean that!" he mourned, and picked up another wrench.

I had to act fast. My paycheck, for several weeks or more, was at stake here, and I had car payments! "Sure, I do, Bodie! Sure I do!" And I dove down onto my knees in front of Bodie, a sliding routine any extravaganza impresario would be proud of. It put his dong (that long salami monster) right in front of my face.

But it stopped Bodie in his tracks. He was looking down with astonishment. Which is better than angry, as it didn't involve him doing damage to other people's property.

I lifted his dong and wasn't surprised that it grew even larger in my hand. It had been flopped out after all, now it was getting stiff. Oh, my God! No wonder Bonnie had given up. This thing was huge! At least a foot long, and thick around, too! I couldn't compare it to anything, bigger than a banana by a lot, smaller than a man's arm just as much. Imagine something halfway between those two, and you'll have an idea of what I held in my two hands.

"I just want someone to love it for me!" Bodie moaned. "Someone to take care of it, and milk it out when it needs it. That's not asking so much, is it?"

"No, Bodie, no." I soothed him. "It's not asking too much."

"Then do it for me, okay, do it for me."

What else could I do? Like I said, my paycheck was on the line. Bodie hadn't done that much damage yet, a thousand or so, a few days, and we'd be back on track. I'd arrived in time to stop the worst of it...if I could keep it stopped. Otherwise, a lot of wrenches were left in that rack!

So I lifted my lips up and caught that oversized glans in my mouth like taking in a whole apricot, and gently sucked on it. I had to get this thing greased up if I was going to....

Bodie's hands caught hold of my head and shoved it down onto his cock! "Glmph!" was all I could manage, and then even that sound was blocked.

"Oh, ohhh, yeahhh, come on, Carl, you can suck it, suck it for me, suck it!" Bodie rumbled and his powerful hands began to force my head up and down on his manhood. I managed not to choke on it, but it was a thick pole being shoved inside my throat with every thrust of his hands and hips, I held onto what composure I had left in this humiliating position and let him fuck my face.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" he grunted as he pumped at my mouth. My saliva had managed to work up enough lubrication on this fleshy invader to make it all not quite so raw. I was even getting into it a little and reached down to undo my pants.

I got them unzipped and Bodie noticed what I was doing. "You getting into this, are you?"

"Mm-hmm!" I mumbled my agreement, and was surprised to have Bodie's hands release my head. I mean, he was being rough, but without his help, I never could have managed this huge schlong.

Then he yanked it out of my mouth again and I was even more surprised. "What's wrong, Bodie?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He growled. "Time for me to fuck you, is all."

Then I realized, my pants lowered to the tops of my legs, with my dick hanging out and my butt mostly exposed, what he had thought. He'd thought I was offering to let him fuck me! I started to say "No, Bodie, that's not what I meant!" but he turned me around and shoved me toward that poor Lincoln Continental which was taking all his abuse. I landed on the hood and sprawled partially over it, and Bodie's hands were yanking my pants down.

"Oh, oh, Bodie!" I murmured. "I don't know about this."

"Don't worry, it'll go in." Bodie assured me.

That wasn't what I was worried about, it was the damage it would do while it was going in. I was trying to figure out how to say that, without getting Bodie upset again (remember, the whole reason this had gotten started in the first place!), when his cock head touched that huge blob of a cockhead to my butthole. Suddenly, I got the worst case of the willies you can imagine!

"Bodie, I don't think this is going to work!" I wavered and then he crammed his dong into me! I threw my head back and howled as I felt my ass being stuffed to capacity and beyond! Bodie didn't stop pushing until he had rammed the major part of that pud into my bunghole, and I was yowling like a cat in heat. He didn't pay me the least attention, just pushed it in like I'd said, then began to hump back and forth, like I was used to taking his prick all the time! I yelled and then moaned and then sobbed as he kept on ramming my butt, but he didn't pay the least attention.
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I looked over my shoulder at Bodie. At least he wasn't angry any more. His face looked strangely soft, at peace. Like this was the one time, the one way, in which his mind and body were functioning in perfect harmony. Looking at him, him looking like this, I felt a strange sense of triumph. This was the man who'd been lifting up automobiles all by himself, been hoisting engines up with one hand while his other hand worked his wrench. A preposterously strong man, but a girl had broken his heart, and I'd made it whole again.

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