Tanner’s Tuck-In Service
I’d only been asleep for an hour, possibly less, when the phone woke me. I wasn’t alert enough to understand what whomever it was wanted.
“Who is this? What? You need my truck? But I don’t have a truck.”
“Tanner, wake up! It’s Hank! I said ‘I need to f**k’!”
That made me open my eyes, despite my exhaustion. “Hank? Hank the mechanic?”
“Do you know any other Hanks?”
I didn’t say anything, but my hand slid down to my crotch as my d**k began to wake up.
“I heard you’re the one to call for late-night ass,” he added.
Phrases like “I can’t” or “Not right now” wouldn’t form. Instead, my erection lengthened. Hank was one of only two auto mechanics in town, and my ancient Plymouth had me in his shop most every month. Each time I was in his oil-stained garage, I fanta
