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Frank and Kyle: Auto Body Shop Part 02
🕑 Added 2019-05-07 04:22:58 +0000 UTCJustin was busy looking at his phone again. Since Hershal had left him he wasn’t sure what to do. Even though he’d gone through the technical college he hadn’t actually paid all that much attention to the actual technical parts of fixing a car. He’d been able to ace all the written exams but when it came down to the practical, all he did was pass. His mind was too focused on other things. Never in his life did he really want to work, but he’d always heard that technical college had the best parties. And there was no way in hell he was going to miss those.
Women supposedly threw themselves at guys on campus, often running around parties without tops on. Well that’s what he’d heard. When he’d actually gotten there he was sadly disappointed. Apparently a lot of those women also expected him to have a bit of a personality; at the very least something a little more interesting than drunk, preppy, frat guy #2. That didn’t stop him from ever getting laid but very seldom did he ever get a call back either.
“Justin,” Frank’s voice cut through his distraction and he stood up straight. He fumbled with his phone and tried to shove it back into his pocket. The device caught on his shirt and then fell to the ground.
“Shit. Sorry… Mr. Caster. Sir. I thought today was your day off,” Justin went to the ground grabbing his phone and trying to close it before Frank could see the scantily clad college girls he was looking at online.
“It is,” Frank stated. He’d obviously caught a glance at what the young mechanic was looking at but tried to ignore it. Instead he focused more on the messy work station. His large meaty fingers combed through the unorganized set of tools splayed on top of the red tool bench.
“Right,” Justin went to trying to organize his workstation to at least look like he was doing something. Instead of actually putting them in an order, he was just messing with the tools. “Is there a reason you came in?” The young employee was obviously panicking. After seeing how angry Hershal was he couldn’t help but think there was a reason they’d call in the big boss. After spending the last few weeks sweet talking Marcus, he thought he’d have gotten past the 90 day trial before any complaints would actually get to Frank.
“There is,” Frank sat down on one of the stools and crossed his arms. His heavy chest pushed them far out in front of him and his even wider shoulders made his figure all the more intimidating. It also didn’t help that even seated, Justin had to look up to maintain eye contact. “Do you know why I’m here?” Justin looked like he was about to shrug. “If you lie to me, I’m going to be angry.”
“What? Me? Lie?” Justin’s entire body moved as he laughed uncomfortably. The feeling of watching Frank stare down at him like he knew exactly what was going on. But there was no way he’d know yet. Right? Justin felt like he had to take the chance. “I really don’t know. I’ve just been working on this car all day trying to figure it out.”
Frank stood up and looked at the car next to him. He grabbed the paper work and looked it over. “The one that needs an oil change?” his eyes lifted over the paper and stared daggers through Justin’s body. The young man froze instantly. Even if it wasn’t someone as intimidating as Frank he would have still felt uncomfortable being so obviously called out. “You know I don’t pay you to look at pictures of guys on your phone right?”
“W-what?” Justin took a step back. His mouth hung open for a second as he’d just been called out again. “I wasn’t looking at guys on my phone.”
“You sure weren’t looking at girls,” Frank’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the employee. “Look, you’ve been with us for... How long? 17. 18 years? You know the rules. Phones aren’t supposed to be out while you have a car that can be worked on.”
“I know…” Justin stared at the floor. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was washing over his body. He’d felt a bit of shame after being with the company for long that he’d still be called out. Over the years Frank had taken good care of him allowing both his wallet and belly to get fat.
“Do you?” Frank scolded. “Do you want to show me your phone?”
Justin pulled it in close and kept it closed. “No!” he said quickly. He ran his hand through under his hat through his thinning hair as he tried to calm himself down. Sweat was already starting to form around its brim again.
Frank gave a confident grunt. He knew what was on that phone. “Ok then. Then I’ll have to ask why Hershal says he’s doing all the work.”
“He’s not…” Justin cut himself off knowing that lying to Frank would only get him into even more trouble. The thought of angering his boss was different than other people. “He’s not doing all the work. Just most of it. He’s new. He needs the training.”
“New?” Frank questioned. It was the first time Justin had ever seen the big man shocked; even if it was for only a second. Frank had readjusted back to the confident face he always exuded, even cocking a smile. A heavier amount of air exited his nose for a second before he started talking again. “Right. However, what I’m hearing is that you aren’t pulling your share of the work either.”
“It’s training,” Justin tried to justify his actions again.
Frank rolled his eyes, “there’s only so much training before you are just making him do all the work. Hershal’s not dumb. And you’re still in decent enough shape to work around here. Don’t get too lazy or that gut’s only gonna get bigger.”
Justin looked down at his belly pushing out in front of his uniform. The solid lump of mass had slowly been growing over the years but he wasn’t about to do much about it. He didn’t care enough to actually change. “I’m still plenty strong,” he defended his body.
“I know. I know. Built like a gorilla with the hair to match,” Frank smirked. Dark hair covered nearly every inch of his skin. Even around his rounded face he had a full beard and mustache that even wrapped in towards his eyes. His matted chest hair was always impossible to keep fully tucked away under his shirt.
“I guess,” Justin grunted. His hairy scratched his forehead that was pushed slightly further out more than most people’s. It’d always made that nickname stick a little more than it would on anyone else. Sure the dark hair that coated his entire body didn’t help but that could sometimes be shaved. He’d even learned to lean into the nick name a little more and make sure he was strong enough so strangers would be too scared to call him that. But for some reason it was like his forearms grew so much more than anyone else’s. He could work biceps and triceps all day, but one exercise a week with his forearms and they were nearly as developed as anything else.
“What’s wrong big guy,” Frank leaned in and shadowboxed his employee. “All I’m asking is that you help out a little. It’s not that big a deal. Right? You’re fully capable of doing this job. I just want all my employees to be happy working for me.” He paused. “Are you happy working for me?”
“Yes!” Justin blurted out. “I’ll do better. I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Frank said as he pat the employee on the shoulder. “I always knew you were a good hire.”
Justin just stood there still a little confused. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. He looked down at his bulky muscular body and tried to figure out why he suddenly felt a little different. "Yeah…" he replied without much conviction. However Kyle came down with Hershal and he couldn’t help but stare. The absolute giant of a man that Frank had raised dwarfed the still very large Hershal. Justin’s mind seemed to have gone blank as he stared.
"Ready?" Frank asked his son.
"Almost," Kyle had a devious grin on his face as he looked back at his dad. For a second it almost looked like they had a mental conversation. Without even using a word, Frank seemed okay with waiting. "Hershal said he wanted to show me something about this car. And that Justin can help."
W-what?" Justin stammered. "It’s just an oil change. Not much to see." Panicking always made his words come out a bit breathier than usual. He didn't much like the idea of having all three of them watching over him now.
"C'mon big guy," Hershal wrapped his arm around Justin pulling him in for a light hug. "It’ll just take a minute."
"Uh-huh…" Justin felt his mind drifting away from his work and to the guy standing over him. His thick, trimmed, young muscles looked so good even hidden behind the grayish jumpsuit they were wearing. They pushed the strong fabric in all the right places so Justin could get only glimpses of the strength hidden underneath it.
"Glad to hear it," Hershal pulled the hug tighter and shook the other man around a little bit. Despite his large bulky body, Justin suddenly felt weak under the other man’s arm.
However the sudden jolt to his system brought him back to reality. And even though consciously he knew no one else could see it, subconsciously his hand pushed down at his dick. The large mitt covered a lot of area and he tried to play it off as though he was wiping oil off his hand but the weird grins everyone was giving him, he couldn’t help but feel like they knew. "Right…" Justin said. He turned around and brushed his boner down again. It only seemed to get harder the longer he was around Hershal. Thoughts kept popping into his head about the times they’d met after work and seeing his strong body in gym clothes.
“So we still workin on this oil change?” Hershal asked. His body leaned against Justin’s and he reached past the other man to grab a tool. Justin held his breath as he felt the other guy leaning on top of him. Even soft, Hershal felt so big. “There we go,” his voice was chipper as he said it. He’d grabbed the tool and moved away from the other employee. “Now we can get started.”
“Why don’t you let Justin show you how it’s done?” Kyle taunted.
“Oh?” Justin added. “You think that’s a good idea?”
“I’d say so,” Frank added. “It’ll be good for me to see what he’s showing you.”
Justin held his breath. “Really?” his body seemed to stiffen and hair stand on its ends. “I’m not sure that’s necessary…”
“I’d say it is,” Frank crossed his arms. His superman like pose meant it was the end of the issue.
Justin held his head low as he got down onto the ground. The car had already been raised slightly to allow their large bodies easier access to the undercarriage. However, Justin still had the uncomfortable nature of feeling his coworker right behind him. There wasn’t much room down there and Hershal seemed to find it most comfortable to be right behind him, spooning his large body. Every time either one of them moved to get more comfortable was another second of their bodies rubbing against each other.
Moreover, Hershal just couldn’t seem to get in a comfortable position under the car. His body wouldn’t stop moving almost every chance he’d gotten. Even if the guy knew exactly what he was supposed to do, he still acted like he didn’t. He moved closer to Justin. His body pushed hard against the other man’s body. He could feel the other man tightly against him.
“Having trouble getting that off?” Hershal asked. Justin could hear the smile in his voice as he said it. “Let me help,” he reached around Justin’s body and grabbed at the tool. With one quick push the oil was freed. Justin could see the tightness of his arm just barely work enough to get it off. He was too distracted by the heat of Hershal’s breath to do it himself. Feeling the other man so close to him felt amazing. “I’m good at getting things off,” Hershal whispered in his ear.
The sudden change in tone was just too much for Justin to handle. He blushed wildly but still felt his body jerk at the sudden innuendo. It was like Hershal knew exactly what he was thinking at that moment. “O-oh?” Justin tried to save face as he felt part of his own fluids leaking in his pants. “I’ll… I’ll… I’ll be right back,” he rushed out from under the car and to the bathroom. He past Frank and Kyle who seemed to have satisfied smiles of their own but no idea why. Right now he was far too distracted with his own problem.
