His scent was still on my sheets as I heard the door close, his 'see ya!' still echoing as I heard the van start up and drive away. Stretching, I smiled and scratched a little spot where our mingled cum had dried on my upper thigh and then got up to shower and plan the rest of my day while I waited for my car to be done...

...that morning I had planned to take my car into service, getting there early to beat the rush of others doing it on that fine Saturday morning. I got up early, showered and ate breakfast and got a load of laundry into the washer, all within my time frame before leaving to drop off the car. What screwed me up were the two phone calls from work, both from the same slightly incompetent worker that was watching the student service desk and by the time I'd sorted out the problems (having had to log in and monitor her work), I was running late and, consequently, was last in a goodly line of cars.

I didn't have to wait more than a half hour, though, to have the inception agent process my car and almost immediately I was working with the service agent to get the warranty work done on my car. "Mr. Danvers," the agent said as he completed my paperwork, "this will take a couple of hours at least, and I don't think we'll be able to get your car in right away. We can, however, have the vehicle done before the end of the day. Will that be ok?" As the only other choice would have been to cancel and come back another weekend, I agreed. "Would you like a complementary shuttle ride?" I nodded and the agent gave me my copies of the paperwork, saying he'd call the shuttle driver to make sure he waited for me as he had an almost full van right then. "Isaac's new," the agent said, "but he's kept our customers happy, drives safely and knows the area well." I thanked the agent and went to the small lounge, drank some old, bitter coffee and then heard my name called on the loudspeaker. As I headed out to where the van sat, a young blond guy dressed in the service department's overalls (which fit him like a glove) came out towards me.

"Mr. Danvers?" I nodded. "We're really full, and I have a customer that is anxious to get going as he's got an appointment conflict. Would it be ok if I come back and get you?" I agreed to that and the smile on his handsome, smooth shaven face was worth it. "Great! I'll be back in about 45 minutes and give you your own ride!" I laughed at his exuberance and just headed back to the lounge for another cup of old, stale coffee.

About an hour later Isaac returned, apologizing for being later than he'd said. It turned out that the anxious customer made Isaac drive around for a good fifteen minutes before he was almost dropped off right at the door of his appointment, which turned out to be a donut shop! Isaac was a bit irritated at the nerve of this guy just trying to get the freshest doughnuts and causing all the ruckus! I laughed again and we took off, the manager of the service facility cutting us both some slack and not scheduling any other customers in the van.

The van had a pleasant masculine scent, fresh soap and a light cologne touch that was very nice. I discovered when Isaac handed me the trip log to write down my name, phone number and address for my return pickup that the scent was actually him! Glad that it would take about 40 minutes to get to my place I just enjoyed his handsome company and wonderful scent until, finally, we arrived at my place. To my surprise, when I got out of the van Isaac hopped out as well, asking if he could come in and use my bathroom. I agreed and let him inside, showing him the guest bathroom while I went to the kitchen to get some of my own coffee.

"Man, that sure smells good, Mr. Danvers, may I have a cup?" Isaac had followed me to the kitchen and I just smiled at this young guy, maybe all of 25, begging a cup of coffee from me. "We don't have this good of coffee at the shop." I poured him a cup and then asked him if he would be running late for getting back. "Oh, no, I called in and went on break," Isaac said as he savored his coffee. "Besides, I wanted to thank you for being so kind this morning." He walked over to where I stood at the counter and, bending forward, kissed me!

My coffee cup almost slipped out of my hands and I put it down, looking at Isaac who had a big Cheshire Cat grin on his face. "Do you go around kissing all your clients, Isaac?" I asked.

"Nope, only those I find attractive."

I smiled back at him, now sure that we're on the same page. "I find you attractive too, Isaac. Just how long is this break of yours?"

He smiled and pulled down the zipper of his overalls, revealing a bare muscular chest and, as the zipper reached below his waistline, that he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Long enough to be with you in bed if you're interested."

I pushed the overalls open, and then pulled them down until they were only covering his lower half. My hands automatically went to his pecs, which were muscled and topped with already hard nipples that, as I squeezed and rolled them between my fingers, caused Isaac to groan with delight.

"I'm quite interested," I said and he grinned, helping me remove my shirt to reveal my gym hardened body. "Are you still interested? The bedroom is this way..." I reached out and, dipping into the overalls to grasp his cock, pulled gently towards the bedroom. He groaned and followed me until we got inside the room and then kicked off his shoes. He shucked off his overalls and Isaac was ready for action.

His lower body was muscled like his upper, thick wide thighs and calves and a bubbled butt that looked like I could bounce dimes off of it. Other than some armpit hair and the pubic hair around his equipment, he was perfectly smooth. His balls were large and hung low in their hairless sac, wriggling a bit with his excitement, which grew between his legs from a respectable five soft to a steely eight slender inches. Most guys I'd slept with had their balls jam up tightly to their lower cock shafts when they got hard, but Isaac's balls, while up higher a little bit with his erection, still swung happily between his legs. "Like what you see?" he said as he smiled at my appraisal of his body.

I nodded and pulled off my shoes, socks and jeans, leaving me in my boxers which were quickly shucked off by Isaac as he knelt before me. He didn't say much after that, of course, because his mouth locked around my cock and gave me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had! When I was too close to let him continue I pulled him up, kissed him hard, with quite a lot of tongue I might add, and then pushed him onto the bed.

My cock was dripping with his spit and my precum, but I liked to play as safe as possible and pulled on a rubber before moving with the bottle of lube between his legs. Like a good boy he pulled them up for me, spreading his cheeks wide and smiling at both ends while I lubed up his ass and my cock, the smile on his face turning into an "0" expression as I slipped inside him. He groaned when my cockhead found his prostate and then, as I moved slowly in and out of his warm, tight hole he whispered hoarsely, "oh yeah, fuck me, oh yeah, ride that ass!"

It sure felt good inside him and I sped up a bit, his moans telling me that he was enjoying the change in rhythm. His calves on my shoulders would tighten when he was feeling exceptionally good and would also register as more pressure from his ass ring around my cock. I braced myself and, moving upwards so that I was entering him almost directly from above, I pulled almost completely out and then dropped into him, nearly full body weight and knew that this was also really good for him because his little yelp was immediately followed by a demand for more. I complied until I was again too close to shooting and then pulled him closer to the bed, pulled his knees close to my chest and then began fucking him hard, our bare skin making that delightful 'smeck, smeck smeck' sound as it made contact. With a shout he began cumming; his youth making his spew shoot everywhere as his cock bounced wildly around. The sudden tightness inside triggered my spew as well and I slammed hard into him, my throbbing jets against his prostate felt even with the rubber catching them. When it was all over, I slowly pulled out, removed the rubber (tossing it into the trash can beside the bed) and then collapsed on top of Isaac, his ragged breathing slowly relaxing along with mine until we fell asleep...

...perhaps an hour later I woke up at his light kiss before Isaac got up and headed to the bathroom, cleaned up a bit with a washcloth and towel and then returned to the bedroom to gather up his overalls, socks and shoes. He stopped again to kiss me, this time a bit lower on my body which made us both smile and then dressed, lightly whistling as he got ready to return to work. I heard his cell phone make its little start up sound and his murmur that he was coming back on duty and then watched him nod as he received the list of folks ready to be picked up. He grinned, put his hand over the mouthpiece, and turned towards me.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Danvers, your car isn't ready yet!"

I sat up in bed. "Oh well, I hadn't really planned on using it today. Will it be ready by this evening?"

Isaac asked my question and nodded. I relaxed and settled back into bed. He grinned one last time and then hung up, putting the cell into his chest pocket. "OK, I guess I'll be back later this afternoon to pick you up. Since you'll be my last stop again, mind if I come back with you?"

I laughed and pointed at his crotch, which was showing a very interested member of his body. "Sounds like a plan, Isaac. I can see you like that idea."

He laughed, adjusted his cock in his overalls so that it didn't show quite as bad and then came over and gave me a deeper, longer kiss before heading out the door. I settled back in the sheets, considering that I had a few hours more before Isaac would be back and relaxed a little more...

...Isaac did indeed come get me about three hours later and, as he was done for the weekend he came home with me. By the next day we'd fallen in love and, a week later, Isaac moved in with me. I wake up every morning to his scent on the sheets and on my person and, with a jingle of his keys I hear him leave to go pick up and deliver clients of the service department. All I know is that each time I need my car taken to the shop I can rely on Isaac to not only take it in for me but also come in the courtesy van to take me wherever I need to go that day, of course, after we finish having a good fuck. Not bad service, I'd say...