A sweet quickie of a story by Michael White, featuring an ultra masc Josman illustration.

Would you even believe it’s been nearly a full year since we did a Story Time post on this blog? That’s totally crazy to me, since those are some of the most popular entries and generate the most comments and shares! (I love that stuff, for what that’s worth to you. I always do my best to reply to every comment and share your enthusiasm or answer any questions!)

The Jock and the Janitor was our last story time entry, published in July of 2019. If Auto Parts isn’t quite long enough for you to get that bone on and get a load out, I do suggest popping over to read that one next. It’s a Handjobs classic featuring some of my favorite elements of erotic storytelling.

Today’s story, however, came to me by way of the fan-collected Definitive Josman publication, but originally appeared in author Michael White’s collection of stories, Auto Parts, sharing its title with this short story. I greatly enjoy Michael’s style and Josman‘s accompanying illustration does a Josman-caliber job of capturing these two men and their quick and intimate connection. It’s interesting that Josman’s work here looks particularly Archer-esque, though obviously well before that series came into being.

The original cover of this story collection features a very different illustration (not the Josman work appearing below) by an unknown artist. Google provided precious little information, but the style looks suspiciously familiar. I would wager one of our more eagle-eyed readers might recognize it, and I always welcome input or extra information in the comments (or you can drop me a line directly). Regardless, the original pencil and oil pastel cover is a vast improvement over the garish and uninviting stock-photo-with-WordArt cover the mass market paperback edition wound up with:

But let’s get to the story! Here’s Auto Parts, featuring an original Josman Illustration:

Auto Parts

By Michael White,
from Auto Parts, 2007

The Store was empty. The phone had not even rung for the last hour. I had sent my co-worker home half an hour earlier. He had waited on the last customer. A hot number I had seen plenty of times, but had never waited on. 

“Are you sure you’ll be alright alone?” Jim had asked. 

“Sure. With this snowstorm I don’t think we’ll have much business. Go home to your wife and baby. I don’t have much of a drive and nobody’s waiting for me.” 

I wandered through the store straightening shelves, checking inventory, waiting for the phone to ring. But, it didn’t. People had more important things to worry about than an air filter or spark plugs in the storm we were having. 

I heard the door open and close and turned to see the number Jim had waited on. “Can I help you?” I asked. 

“Do you have any jumper cables?” he growled, his voice was so deep, it sounded like it was in the subbasement. 

“They should be right over here,” I answered, as I looked him up and down. He was wearing a dark brown thermal one-piece coverall. His thick, dark beard was shot with a few gray hairs and neatly trimmed. His dark eyes bored through me. 

“It looks like we’re out, sir,” I said, looking at the empty shelf. “What’s the problem?” 

“I went to the bar to have a few and left my lights on. Do you have any in your truck?” Now that he was a little closer, I could smell the beer on his breath. 

“Fucking great,” he growled, “Can I use your phone to call the old lady?” 

“Sure.” We went back to the counter. “Hit any button and just dial your number.” 

He took off his gloves and picked up the phone in his massive hand. The dark hair was thick on the back of his hand. There was also a gold wedding band.

“It’s not working.” 

“What?” I took the phone from him and tried all the lines. “No wonder it hasn’t rung for a while.” 

“Now what the fuck do I do?” he asked. 

“Well, if you can wait until I close I’ll be happy to give you a ride home, sir.”

“You sure it’s no problem?” 

“No problem at all,” I looked at my watch. “Might as well close up. Almost time anyway.” 

“Got a john I can use? I gotta pee like a racehorse.” He had unzipped the neck of his coverall, dark hair erupted from the open collar and climbed up his neck to his beard. 

“Yes, sir. Just go straight to the back of the building. You can’t miss it.” 

I was busy for the next few minutes, locking doors and turning out lights. “Where the hell is he?” I thought to myself as I went to the back of the store. 

Going into the john I could see his feet under the wall of the stall. “Are you alright in there, sir?” I asked him. 

“I could use some help,” came the reply. 

“Fuckin great,” I thought, “He’s sick.” 

I walked over to the door of the stall and waited. And waited. “Sir?” 

Slowly the door opened and I was greeted by the sight of him sitting on the can, his coveralls in a pile at his feet. His massive cock, hard, red, and wet in his hand. His body was covered by more hair than I had ever seen on anyone before. 

“I need some help.” 

“Yes, sir. I can see that,” I replied. 

He stroked his dick and a big drop of precum appeared. He rubbed it around the helmet shaped head and gave it a few more strokes. 

I was frozen in place. I wasn’t sure how to react, although my mouth was watering and my own dick was hard and throbbing in my pants. 

“I know you want it,” he slapped the palm of his left hand with his cock. The sound echoed in the small room. “Come and get it.” 

“Yes, sir,” I fell to my knees and reached for his cock. 

I had no sooner put my hand on it when he grabbed my head and pulled my face onto his massive dick. 

“Suck me,” he hissed. 

And I did. It was a struggle, but I did it. And as I sucked his fantastic dick I ran my hands all over his hot body, through hair that was so thick and dark you could barely see the skin under it. 

“Yeah man. Suck my fuckin dick.” 

As I worked his cock, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my own throbbing dick out. “Like that big fuckin dick?” he asked. 

All I could do was nod. His hands held me down on his meat. 

“Suck my balls,” he commanded, standing up and releasing my head. His hairy balls were so big I could only suck one at a time into my mouth. As I sucked one ball then the other, he stroked his dick with both hands. 

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, as his balls tightened out close to his body. 

I knelt in front of him and watched his frantic motions, hoping to catch his load in my mouth. 

“OH, FUCK!” he bellowed and pumped his massive load onto my face, where it ran down my beard on onto my shirt and jeans. 

I came without touching myself. My own load shooting onto the base of the toilet and floor. 

He stood over me, panting, his hair wet and matted down. Slowly he caught his breath. 

I’m not sure how long we were like that. His hard-on didn’t go down. “Round one,” he finally spoke. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Now we’re gonna fuck.” He pulled me by the front of my shirt into the storeroom. There, he had moved some boxes to make a platform. He ripped open my shirt to expose my own hairy chest. “Take off your pants,” he commanded. 

“Yes, sir,” I quickly kicked off my shoes and skipped out of my jeans. 

He pushed me onto my back on the boxes. “Yeah, you’ve got a hot ass.” Lifting my legs, he bent over and began to tongue fuck me. His beard scratched the insides of my thighs. 

“Oh, yeah. Get my ass ready for that horse cock of yours,” I moaned. My own cock was hard again and dripped precum onto my hairy belly. 

Slowly he worked one finger into me. Then two. Then three.

“Nice, tight, and hot.” He put the throbbing, red head of his cock against my asshole. 

I willed myself to relax. I wanted this dick. All of it. Inside me. Slowly, he began to push into me, then back a short distance, then in again. I had never had such a gigantic cock inside me before. I was torn between fear and excitement. Fear that he would hurt me. Excited that I could take all of him into my body. 

“Great fuckin’ ass,” he grunted, easing more of his dick into me. 

“Great fuckin’ dick,” I answered as I felt his hairy belly rub against my balls. I reached up and pinched his erect nipples through the thick hair. 

Slowly, he pulled back and still further back. He pushed into me again. And, pulled back again. His tempo increased. Sweat ran down his body through the thick hair. “Take it, man!” 

“Oh, yeah. Fuck me with that big dick.” My own hard dick bounced and throbbed over my hairy belly as he increased the speed of his thrusts. 

 “Fuck it, man. Fuck it!’ 

“OH, FUCK!” He threw back his head and bellowed as he pumped his massive load into me. His deep chest heaved. 

“FUCK IT, MAN!’ My own dick erupted into my face with a massive load of my own. 

Wordlessly, he lowered himself onto me. 

I wrapped my arms around his sweaty, hairy back and hugged him. “You OK?” I whispered. 

“Uh huh. I wish I had done this earlier. I’ve been hot for you since I first saw you.”

“What about your old lady?” I pointed at his wedding band. 

“That’s just for the guys at work. There is no lady.” 

“What about the dead battery and the phone call?” he eased out of me. 

“I lied. I just wanted to get you alone. It was all kind of spur of the moment. Are you mad?” 

I lay there. I could feel his cum running out of my still distended asshole. How could I be mad at the man who had given me the best fuck of my life. “No. I guess not.” 

Slowly, he began to get dressed. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again.” 

I sat up. I was unsure if I should be flattered or mad that he had lied and gone to such lengths to be alone with me. 

“Well,” he paused, holding out his hand to me. 

“Now what?” 

“Let’s go home.” 

That’s sweet right!? I love a man with a plan, especially when it’s kind of quasi romantic like this was. The Josman illustration doesn’t feel entirely defining for this work, but it’s always nice to see his less problematic art get some attention. I also like White’s focused style which bypasses broader setting or context, but still manages to outline who these men are and how they engaged.

If you enjoyed this, you can pick up the Auto Parts collection, as well as Mike White’s other works at Amazon.

Josman

-t