Old Fashion Garage Fun
Cody Castillo's grin couldn't get any wider as he pulled the large metal shutter door down to a close, hearing it rattle around until the satisfying slam. Finally the garage was all his. He turned quickly on his heel, then clapped both hands together at the sight of his first ever solo project. Light filtered in through the windows high above, shining down on a 1594 Buick Skylark. The first vintage car his Grandpa had purchased. Cody walked around the old, red beauty rubbing his hands together and looking it up and down. Wondering where to start, he moved over to a bench and flicked the switch on an old stereo system.
He sighed in relief when his favourite type of music came on, classic rock and roll. Raised by grandfather had given him a bit of a old soul and an appreciation for the classics, cars and music.
Cody stamped his foot twice then clapped loudly, grinning broadly.
Picking up his his wrench the boy kept stamping and then started singing into the tool. "Buddy, you're a boy... make a big noise. Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday! You got mud on your face, you big disgrace… Kicking your can all over the place…"
Nodding his head along to the beat, Cody took to the car. Popping open the trunk and fiddling with the engine, the whole time tapping along and mouthing the words.
His music however was died out by the cry out of his name.
"CODY!"
"Santa mierda!"
Cody almost threw his wrench to the ground in his panic, and jumped back into the tool tray. In a mess of clattering metal, the Hispanic boy fell backwards onto his ass. He groaned and rubbed his sore backside then stood up. He stepped aside from the car quickly to see who was shouting, Cody was surprised to see that little Mel boy standing there half-glaring at him with his little arms crossed.
"Mel! What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your mom… or Layne…" Cody questioned, hoping his girlfriend wasn't going to get pissy at him for sending her previously far more annoying cousin her way.
Mel rolled his eyes. "Because I don't want to be around girls for once? Why do you care? And why are you talking about Santa? It's not Christmas, Cody…"
Cody swore in Spanish about that one.
"I care because you're here in my grandfather's garage… alone…" The teen felt a little weird being with this kid by himself. Before they said anything else, he turned off the extremely loud music.
"I'm not alone… I'm here with you… or are you a idiot who can't count…" Mel pushed back.
Sighing to himself, Cody rubbed between his eyes. "Ugh, really kid?"
"And I've been here before remember, when you faked being the one to save me, making me think I owed you a life debt…" Mel glared. "Remember!"
Cody nodded along, rolling his cute brown eyes. Leaning back over the car, he started to unscrew a few bolts and pretend that Mel wasn't even there. But he could hear the impatient tapping of the young boy's foot and the little tutting noise that he was making. It was impossible to focus with Mel watching him like his Grandfather always use to do when he was first starting out at the garage. Eventually Cody slammed his wrench down hard onto the inners of the car and gave Mel a deep, serious look that was dripping with the same amount of judgement.
Mel's eyebrows flexed at the look, he loved it when people tried to challenge him.
"Sooo what was with the weird music? Sounded like the ancient stuff my grandmother plays when she thinks she's being cool by 'putting on the jams'." Mel questioned.
"That, my young… You…" The Hispanic boy chuckled, "Is old school Rock 'n Roll! The single greatest genre of music to ever exist, so be thankful to your grandma more Mel. That was the leeeeegendary We Will Rock You! You know, by Queen?"
"Why, it's old? And it sounds like someone murdering a cat and recording the screams and squeals…" Mel responded. "You should play some Post Malone or Asher Angel…"
Cody looked like he was about to die at the mention of those two, a sheer contrast to the happy-go-lucky look he always wore. He kicked a small discarded bolt into a wall and turned to Mel, "You don't mention those hacks inside this garage little amigo! The old guy's got no taste, and that Angel kid… while cute… has zero talent! Never insult my Rock and Roll!"
"You are just jealous that Layne has posters of Asher Angel all over his closet… and only one small picture of you…" Mel teased.
"... That's it! Out of my garage!" Cody hissed. He pointed to the door through the office, glaring slightly.
Mel just smirked. "It's your grandfather's garage."
The older boy grabbed his shoulder and started to steer Mel towards the office, feeling the boy dig his feet into the ground. Mel struggled a little and tried to talk his way out of it, even bit Cody's hand in a vain attempt. "Get out! Fuera, molesto pedazo de-"
Mel growled and stamped his foot.
"ENGLISH! What does that even-?" The door slammed in his face, cutting off the younger boys words. "YOU JUST MADE A DANGEROUS ENEMY CASTILLO! You will rue the day you messed with Melvin George!"
He was ignored.
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Now that he had dealt with the annoyance of Mel, Cody headed over and pumped up the music once more, loud enough to outdo Mel's screaming and make the young boy unheardable. He tapped the beat on the table, banging his head in tune with a broad grin. Cody's ears pumped with the music flowing into them, with the boy back to his childhood moments of rocking around the house in just his underwear, socks and a white polo shirt. His mother loved the little show her songs would do.
"We will, we will rock you!" Cody roared, dancing away from the table, comfortable in his freedom.
Completely unaware of a certain little man sneaking into the trunk of the Skylark, shooting death daggers to the Spanish teenager singing into a dirty wrench.
Muttering to himself, Mel watched the scene as he climbed in. "Such a doofus."
As Poor Some Sugar On Me started playing on the stereo, Cody's hands slowly started rubbing up and down his clothed body. Every inch that could be reached was felt up while dancing around the garage, mouthing the words. His wrench discarded, the teen trailed one hand up to his neck and slid back to play with his own hair. Tugging slightly, the Spanish boy craned his head backwards and looked like he was about to moan. While the other hand moved lower, Mel's eyes widening at the sight of Cody palming himself mid dance. Cody's semi-hard cock was starting to show in the blue mechanic overalls, with the teen wrapping around the thickish length and slowly stroking it until it was fully hard. But then almost as quickly as he'd grabbed it, the teen let go and started to feel up the rest of his tanned form again through the fabric. Once or twice the hands slipped around the grope his own ass.
Much to Mel's amusement, since he didn't know why anyone would wanna play with their own ass.
"¡Ya era hora de bajarme en privado!" Cody sighed in relief, moving back to his hardened length giving it a squeeze.
Mel squinted his eyes as he watched the other boy. "What is that weirdo doing…"
Cody's moans slowly overtook his singing. With every change of the beat his hands moved in sync feeling up every inch of his lean Hispanic body, running through his spiked mess of dark-brown hair or returning to rubbing the tent in his overalls. There was a little focus on his chest, around the nipples that made Cody get louder. Almost louder than the music.
His breath soft and warm, the Castillo boy spun around and fell back through the open car door. Mel took the moment to bolt for a table, hiding underneath behind a tarp where he could peek out. The seat underneath was soft and Cody fully stretched out like a giant cat across the fine leather. Arching his back up and letting out a long yawn, Cody slowly reached down and groped his hard five and a half inch cock. It throbbed in response, and Cody travelled along the shaft to make it twitch more and more.
The ticklish sensation soon turned to pleasure, a sort of tingle that started to spread throughout Cody, with his whole body was shuddering in pleasure, and instinctively the boys hips bucked upwards to grind into his palm. In time with the thrust the hand slipped down lower and groped the needy balls that had been aching for this day to come. Growling, he bucked up again and pulled the overalls tight, grinding into the fabric that made his cock perfectly defined for the young boy watching him. Its thick shaft was hugged tight by the blue fabric and twitching against the friction; Mel could even see the fat mushroom head through the clothes but not the small patch of pre-cum from where he was.
"Ngh, fuck yeah…" Crept from his lips, "Wish I brought my laptop…"
Cody slipped a hand in to his pocket and drew out his phone, then held it up with his whole body in view of the camera. Grabbing the zipper, he smirked at the camera and slowly began to undo the zip. Cody licked the inside of his cheek and eased the metal down; His thin tan chest eased into view of his camera, the sexy view being recorded for later.
"Hey to all my sexy papi's out there, it's RockNRollBoi!" He said with a heavy dose of lust, dragging the zipper a little lower. His overalls came open and moved aside to show off the Hispanic boys sexy chest in all its glory. "Sorry I can't be live right now, but I thought i'd record a little strip tease for you all to see later…"
Inside of his hiding spot, Mel could only roll his eyes at the dumbness of his cousin's crush but also knew he couldn't pull his eyes away from Cody. Not that he fully understood why. He was stuck watching Cody's cute lightly defined body being revealed to nobody, and listen to the deep groans as Cody began to lightly massage and feel up his own smooth chest in slow little circles. Teasing himself for self pleasure captured the younger boys attention, who cocked an eyebrow when his cousin's crush lightly flicked his brownish nipples and yelped in delight.
"F-fuck…" Cody yelped from the sensation, with Mel's eyes widening from the continuous curse usage. While he knew people to use the occasional swear, seeing someone use them in this manner had never crossed his young path. "Oooh papi's it feels so good!"
Focusing on one nipple, rubbing the brown nub between two fingers, Cody thrashed and pinned his head against the car seat. His back arched up from the leather, with the teenager finishing off the rest of zipper in one quick movement. The teen unaware that he had caused his young stalker to get a little light headed from the reveal.
From the now open blue overalls, Cody's five and a half inch cock slapped down against his waist.
"Like my dick papis? You guys go nuts for my linda gran polla,"
Mel growled to himself. 'Your what weirdo… speak ENGLISH!'
He hated teenagers, there were all crazy.
Unaware of the annoyed child spying on him, Cody's fingers lightly teased the length of his cock. Running them over every bit of the cock before taking it into his hand and holding it still for his phone camera. Letting his fans take in every little bit of skin and blemish that made up the look of his cock. Including a cute freckle close to the head, that complimented the dark tan cock and made it look more adorable on the boy. Squeezing his shaft softly, making it bulge out a little to look thicker.
Wiggling the five and a half inches around for the camera, Cody moved it up to his face with his tongue stuck out.
"That's all the time you get for today papis… I'm gonna go nut one out then maybe come on later for a big show for everyone!" Cody said eagerly. "If you are all good to me, I might even let you watch the finish later."
'Nut what? And Finish? You haven't done anything but touch your… thingy.' Mel wondered to himself, trying to work out why his cousin's crush was playing with his cock like that and more to the point, why he was still watching. School had gone into the basics of erections in their awkward Boy's Health Class but they never covered what you should do if you saw someone else with one.
Throwing his phone onto the dashboard, Cody was relieved to have both hands again. Teasing himself with one hand massaging his brown pecs, the Hispanic boy's body shuddered in excitement that he was getting to jerk off in a classic car without getting caught by his grandfather. Slowly stroking a few inches of his cock was putting him in heaven after not getting to jerk off after a few days of solid school, work and homework. Eagerly he wrapped both around the whole length, with the head just peeking out from his hand. Using his hips to do the thrusting, he fucked into both palms that were tightly squeezing the shaft and milking out a drop of pre-cum.
"Mmm… that's it Layne… Milk my cock…" Cody moaned out, the boy wishing that it was actually the cute girl who was pleasuring him rather than just his own hand.
'Milk? Layne? What are you on about now weirdo…' Mel questioned, as his eyes caught the drops of pre leaking from the boy's cock.
However as he tried to work out what the boy meant, Cody's moans continued and got deeper.
"Mmm fuck yeah, Layna… damn, your cuz gives goooood head… so goooood" Imagining Layne and Mel worshipping his cock, Cody thrust harder into his hand. In his dirty mind Layne's hand was pumping the base and Mel was hungrily licking and sucking the head like it was a popsicle. The annoying younger boy's teasing tongue pleasured the hot fuck stick while bobbing fast on it, working to milk out a load into his little mouth. "Ye-yea… mmm… that's it Mel… make up your debt and suck my gran polla!"
Mel's eyes went wide and his thoughts blank. All he could do was whisper: "M...me…?"
The boy didn't even know what a 'gran polla' was, but based on what Cody was playing with, Mel had a feeling that the weirdo was thinking about him sucking on his cock.
"Mmm, Oh yeah Mel… suck your papi cutie," The teen growled internally and arched up.
With a heavy breath he fell back against the cool leather and released his cock. In a spray of pre-cum that left a thin rope across his brown chest, the cock feel and his his waist hard. Cody lifted up, hooked either side of his overalls and effortlessly slipped outside of the heavy suit. All of his body was now on fully display, except for his feet which were still inside his heavy black boots. Cody laid back down and moaned from the coolness against his ass.
The hispanic teen spat into both palms with a smirk and lifted one of his legs before resting it on top of the car door. While Mel's eyes widened seeing the exposed ass crack and Cody's hole, the older boy went to work lathering himself up with saliva to get all slick. Hitched moans escaped him as a finger began to prod the tight virgin hole, working to worm its way inside as Cody leaned back whining. The digit eventually forced past his tight entrance, popping inside.
"Oooh fuck that's so good… that's it Mel… push your tiny dick inside me," He whispered from behind grit teeth, and grabbed his cock to fight off the pain. Slick with his spit Cody worked the length faster with loud grunts. Fingering his tight hole and jerking his slick five and a half inches put the boy on another level. His eyes were clenched shut, as with his teeth.
Pumping the finger in deep and slowly to get use to it, Cody groaned. "Holy shiiiiit! O deus!"
At this point, Mel's mouth was hanging open and he couldn't even bother to demand english. His eyes were locked on Cody's second finger starting to press into that tight hole, widening it open before slamming knuckle deep. The boy swore again in that moment, which made Mel's heart jump. In awe of the moment he couldn't stop himself from moaning ever so softly with Cody, who slammed up into his wet palm out of pleasure and pain.
"Oh yah… Mel… speed up! scopami il mio bel culetto!" Cody purred, his fingers pushing in deeper to slam against his prostate. "Oh god… fu-fuck yeah!"
Arching his hips high up and pounding his fingers all the way inside, hitting the prostate again finally sent Cody over the edge and brought him to orgasm. Shooting hard and high in the air, thick ropes of the boys cum fired out from the slit of his sexy cock. The shots of cum fired far out, missing Cody's chest and hitting the leather before the last few drops fell onto his dark hair and body. A drop came close to his eye, with the boy quickly shutting it.
"O irrumabo! Grampa's gonna kill me!" Cody yelped seeing his cum hit the leather.
He didn't have time to lick any up his his hurry to get a rag. After grabbing the nearest one, Cody turned on his heel to get back to the car when he realised what just happened. The rag shot out from under a table. In a small boy's hand.
Turning back with wide, horrified eyes, Cody and Mel stared at each other. "MEL!?"