Chicago, Illinois, January 1995

John Carter paced the floor, his nerves shot to Hell. Every
now and then he would glance through the window to see how
things were progressing, but it didn't look hopeful. Not
hopeful at all. He held his breath as the door opened and he
steeled himself to hear the verdict -- would his Jeep ever
run again?

Walt looked at the nervous young man and stifled a laugh. "You
can relax, it's a minor problem. I should have it fixed up for
you in less than an hour."

John smiled. "That's great news. When it kept cutting off on
me like that you were the only mechanic I thought about. I
figured that you had to be good."

"You got that right. Why don't you grab a cup of coffee and make
yourself at home?" Walt gestured to the coffee maker in the
corner.

"Thanks, but I don't think I can handle any more caffeine. I'm
just getting off a double shift."

"Petey works you hard, doesn't he?"

"No harder than he works himself," John replied. Even if he
didn't know that Walt was related to Peter Benton, his answer
would not have been any different. Peter Benton did make him
work hard, but he also pushed himself all the time.

"Are you sure that I'm not keeping you away from more important
things?" When John had arrived at the garage, Walt had been
looking under the hood of a classic Thunderbird, but he had not
hesitated to stop what he was doing on that car to take a look
at John's Jeep.

Walt shook his head. "The T-Bird can wait. It belongs to me."

John's smile grew wider and Walt felt it all the way to his
groin. He shifted his legs, hoping that his coveralls would
hide his burgeoning erection.

"Wow. That's a great car. It's a convertible, right?"

"Yep. Well, let me get back to work." Walt turned to go back
to the Jeep. "Why don't you come on out here and keep me
company?"

"Okay." John eagerly followed Walt out to the bay where his
Jeep waited.

They talked while Walt worked, and John found himself handing
Walt various tools from time to time. It was fascinating to
learn more about Benton's family. John had enjoyed meeting them
back at Thanksgiving. They had been kind and generous to him,
even letting him sleep on the couch once they saw that he was
really too worn out to drive home. Benton's mother had felt
sorry for him because his parents were out of the country and his
assurances that it wasn't anything unusual and that it didn't
bother him any seemed to fall on deaf ears. Although to be
truthful, Mrs. Benton probably didn't even remember him now.
Benton of course, didn't like the idea of him sleeping on the
couch, but the rest of his family outvoted him. So, Benton had
taken it out on him over the ensuing days, at least that's the
way it felt to John.

Walt was having a good time talking with John. He had liked
the man from the minute he met him -- John seemed to be one of
those people who just oozed charm. He had been brought
up right, that was readily apparent. As was the fact that he
came from a wealthy family. Walt didn't know how it was that
Petey had not noticed that about his student. Or how his eyes
lit up when he was happy and how his smile could melt the
coldest heart. No, Petey had not noticed any of that. He
most certainly had not noticed the way that John's tailored
slacks draped his ass, giving a tantalizing hint of what lay
underneath that material. Walt had noticed. And right now he
was noticing how good John smelled as he leaned in close to him
to peer over his shoulder. It was too distracting and Walt
found himself scraping his knuckles as he replaced the last
spark plug.

"You're bleeding," John said, reaching for Walt's hand.

"It's an occupational hazard," Walt joked as John held his
hand and looked intently at the scrapes.

"Well, you should wash it with soap and water before you do
anything else."

"Yes, doctor." Walt couldn't keep from grinning. He wanted
John to keep holding onto his hand. Hell, he wanted John to be
holding onto something else right now. He couldn't deny his
attraction to men and over the years he had found himself acting
on that attraction. And he intended to act on this one, too,
even though he was afraid that if he even so much as hinted at
that to John Carter he would run and hide. Maybe even
tell Petey about it. And there was one thing Walt knew for
sure -- if Peter thought that he was cheating on Jackie and
hurting her, then Peter would chew his ass up and spit it out.
Walt reflected that Peter didn't know as much about him and Jackie
as he seemed to think he did. Then Walt returned his attention
to the man who still had hold of his hand. He wanted John and
knew he would have to make his move so quickly that John wouldn't
have time to object. That way, by the time John realized what
had happened, he would hopefully be reluctant to stop it. At
least, that's what Walt hoped would happen.

John was taken by surprise when Walt leaned close to him,
tightly grasped his chin with his free hand and then kissed
him on the mouth. He tried to pull away at first, but Walt
tugged his other hand free and pulled him close, holding him
tightly while his tongue pressed against his lips, seeking
entrance.

John didn't know what to do. He had never been with another
man, although he had thought about it from time to time. Every
now and then he would meet a man who he found attractive and
he would wonder what it would be like to have sex with him.
But, he had never acted on that attraction. And now he had a
man kissing him. A married man at that. A man who happened
to be the brother-in-law of his teacher. And if that wasn't
bad enough, he was realizing that he enjoyed this kiss. He
parted his lips and when their tongues met, John felt himself
grow hard. That excited him as much as the come-on from Walt
did and he threw all he had into the kiss, wrapping one arm
around Walt's waist and putting his other hand at the back of
Walt's neck, holding him in place.

Walt reluctantly pulled away, chuckling when John made a sound
of displeasure at the interruption.

"I want to undress you," Walt said even as he was sliding
John's suspender straps off of his shoulders. "I want to see
all of you, John."

"Okay," John stood still while Walt undressed him, not caring
that Walt's fingers left motor oil prints on his shirt and
tie. He could buy new clothes tomorrow, but tonight might be
a once in a lifetime experience and he didn't want to upset
Walt by saying anything about his stupid tie.

And then he was naked in front of Walt, his nerves on edge as
he felt the man assess his body. Finally Walt nodded, a smile
playing upon his lips.

"Nice. So very nice."

Walt pulled him close, crushing their bodies together as he
passionately kissed him, his tongue forceful as it explored his
mouth, his hands rough and strong as they grabbed his butt and
held him near.

John started as he heard a door open and close, and he broke
off the kiss, trying to pull away from Walt. "Someone's here."

"It's okay, baby. It's just Jackie."

John could feel his face grow hot with shame as Walt said that,
and then Jackie was there in the work bay with them. He could
feel her hands feather light as she stroked his back and hips.

"I told you he would be nice, Walter."

Walt grinned over John's shoulder at his wife. "Yes, indeed,
you most certainly did." Walt turned him around and John found
himself under the appraising eyes of Peter Benton's older
sister. For some reason, his erection didn't falter, but grew
even more pronounced.

"Very nice indeed." Jackie nodded as she sank to her knees
and took John's penis into her mouth in one smooth motion. She
had liked Peter's student from the very first time she met him
and she had wasted no time in encouraging Walt to find a way to
get him alone. Luckily for them, fate had taken a hand and
brought John Carter to the garage today. She and Walt had
already planned an evening out, so Peter was obligated to stay
at the house to watch their mother. Jackie had been looking
forward to an evening out with her husband, but when he called
to tell her that John had come by with car trouble, she had
found herself eagerly anticipating the evening and had been on
pins and needles until Peter arrived. Late, as usual. But,
there nonetheless. And now, here she was with Walt, getting
ready to take John.

She heard him moan and looked up to see that Walt was playing
with John's nipples and nuzzling his neck. She worked him
over carefully and thoroughly; bringing him to the brink of an
orgasm and then letting him recede from that sweet release.
Finally, she let go of him and got back to her feet, then slipped
out of her own clothes while Walt continued with his
explorations - caressing, pinching and probing. At some point
during the blowjob, Walt had undressed and Jackie sent an
appreciative glance in his direction. Her husband had one hell
of a great body, well endowed and guaranteed to please.
Tonight, he would please John Carter while John Carter pleased
her.

John mewed lowly when Jackie's mouth left his body, but his
disappointment was short lived for Walt quickly took up the
slack and bombarded his body with too many sensations for him
to recognize. But, there was one sensation that stood out above
the others and that was the one of intense arousal. He found
himself not caring that this couple was far older than he was,
or that they were in any way related to Peter Benton. All that
mattered was the fact that all three of them were quickly
becoming entangled - hands, lips, tongues all over each other.

He eventually found himself flat on his back on the front seat
of the T-Bird, his head under the steering wheel and Jackie
riding him unmercifully, her breasts pressing against his skin
and her tongue driving him wild as she licked her way up his
neck to his ear. Then Walt was there, pulling him to the edge
of the passenger seat and parting his legs so he could gain
entrance. And John let him.

Walt and Jackie had earlier toyed with him long enough to get
him stretched enough to take Walt inside, but it still hurt a
bit at first and then John was enjoying a most exquisite pleasure
as he found himself being used for the sole pleasure of the
husband and wife team. Not that he was lying there like a limp
rag -- far from it. His hands and mouth were busy with Jackie's
body, sucking and nuzzling her breasts when she raised her body
up to give him access, caressing her thighs while she rode him,
reaching behind her to touch Walt every so often -- not that
he needed reassurance to know that Walt was there, but rather
to let Walt know that he was okay with what was happening. And
he truly was okay with it.

When John came, the intensity was so great that his orgasm verged
on being violent. Even Jackie cried out as an orgasm rushed
through her body shortly after his ended. She lay back down
against his chest, resting her body on his while Walt continued
on with his quest for release. And he found it not that much later
thrusting roughly into John as his body was rocked by his orgasm.
Spent, Walt leaned down and kissed his wife softly between her
shoulder blades, then leaned over her shoulder to kiss John.
And then Jackie was kissing John as well, her voice soothing
as she murmured in his ear, telling him that he had been fine,
just fine. He assured her that she had been more than fine
and that next time he would show her a lot more attention than
he had this evening. Walt and Jackie both grinned at him,
gratified to learn that there would be a next time for the
three of them.

As Walt helped Jackie out of the T-Bird, he found himself very
glad indeed that Petey had brought John over for Thanksgiving
Dinner and giving them the chance to know him better. He still
thought that Peter was a fool for not being able to appreciate
just what he had right under his nose, but Peter's loss was
certainly his gain. And Jackie's gain as well. As they say,
he thought, the couple that plays together, stays together, and
so far, he and Jackie were still going strong. And now, they
would be going strong with John Carter.

The End.