Opps……….dick slip. Hey guys this is my new Mobile Auto Mechanic that I found in my local Newspaper Business Servives advertisement Section. Holy Fucking Shit am I ever glad that I took a chance and called him because my friends said it was a bad Idea to use a Auto Mechanic that I found in the local Newspaper Work Wanted ads that was Mobile with No Business Address where he can be tracked down if there is a problem with his work. Well as it turns out his name is Robert and he is a Sexy Hairy Deep Voiced Handsome 44 year Old Single Divorced father of 6 Sons. A white Heterosexual good old Country Boy who is a ASE Certified GM/GMC Truck Mechanic who worked for the same local GMC Dealership since he Graduated College. He was Recently layed off in the past year when the Local GMC Dealer Closed their Doors and went out of Business indefinitely. He was recently Divorced from his wife of 25 years after he caught her in bed with their 19 year Old lawn service guy. She’s a Real Whore Slut hell thay have a son that age for God Sakes.Yes he’s a handsome 6"2" 205 lb naturally sexy hard working country boy with a deep masculine sexy voice and a sexy hairy body down on his luck. What is even better he arrived at my house on time at 7:30 am on a Hot mid July Summer Saturday Morning when the Temp was already 84° with a heat index of 92° so it was Hot as Hell Already. He arrived in a Dark Brown Skin Tight T-shirt showing his perky erect nipples through the Tight Spandex Body Glove T-shirt with his company logo printed on it, a pair of thin tan silky Sheer see through Short Shorts showing off his muscular tan sexy hairy legs and he was wearing no underwear or jockstrap underneath his Shorts not even a privacy inter liner that you find in those thin sheer see through silky Shorts. Absolutely Nothing at all underneath those sexy thin silky sheer see through Shorts and like I said not even the privacy inter liner. He has Obviously and Intentionally removed the privacy inter liner of his tan thin sheer silky see through shorts to make them even more see through, And a pair of Flip Flops showing off his sexy hairy perfect shaped man feet. It took him all of 5 minutes flat before he pulled off his Tight T-Shirt exposing his sexy hairy chest and Abs. He was not a perfectly buff muscle man but he was very Naturally well built and crazy hairy everywhere from the top of his head to the tops of his sexy perfectly shaped hairy man feet and he was Sexy as hell all over!!! Wow that got me instantly excited and so fucking hard in my levies. The first thing that I noticed when he jumped and slid down out of his 6" Lifted Black on Black Ford F-250 4x4 Off Road Power Stroke 6.7 Liter Turbo Diesel Crew Cab Pick-up Truck was how handsome he was and just how Very thin, sheer and totally see through his tan silky short shorts were and how they slid and road all the way up his thick hairy Muscular straight man thighs all the way up to his crotch as he slid down out of his crazy tall lifted truck and as his feet hit the ground he had to instantly pull the legs of his shorts back down out of his crotch and I could now totally see his thick black Pubic Bush and his nicely shaped Circumcised Penis with its Pronounced Corona Rim of the head glands and his Relaxed Low Hanging Testicles through his shorts. Not much there left to the imagination if you know what I meen. It was so hot I thought I was going to just die. Like did that really just happen right in front of me? Is this hot sexy fantasy of a man really my new mechanic? Wow he was a Fucking Perfect Sexy Manly Man from the Word Start. There is Absolutely No doubt in my mind about it . He then introduced himself as Robert of Robert’s Mobile Auto/Truck Mechanic Service. Within the first 5 minutes of meeting me Robert ask if it was ok with me if he took off his shirt? I said sure that was fine with me. He didn’t actually know how fine that it actually was with me. In my mind I was screaming Oh Fucking Hell Yes Robert take it off take it all off you sexy Hairy Stud!!! Holy shit when he pulled his shirt off and exposed his Manly Hairy sexy Tanned well built chest I seriously thought I was going to cum in my pants. He is now basically standing in front of me totally Naked within the first 5 minutes of meeting him. Now with no shirt on, see through sheer short shorts showing me everything God Blessed him with and sexy naked feet in his flip flops. I was thinking to myself dose this guy know that I’m gay because he must know I’m Gay and he wants a huge tip. I felt like I went to bed friday night and woke up in the hottest Gay Porno ever. I thought I Died and woke up on Fantasy Island. I also thought to myself that my Best Friend must be punking me because this shit don’t happen in the real world. At least not to me. Ok guys It’s not that he was the Most Drop Dead Gorgeous
Man or the Most Muscular Perfectly Built Man I’d ever seen in my entire life because he’s not. But he was good looking with his scruffy face and his nicely built sexy softer shaped real man hairy body his sexy thick hairy strong thighs sexy muscular calfs his perfectly shaped hairy feet his fantastic tight Bubble Butt not to metion his hairy pretty circumcised penis and big low hanging hairy Testicles. It was more of how his sexy masculine deep Voice Sounded, the way he spoke, and the Dominant Masculine Alpha Male way he moved and carried his strong thick hairy sexy Body. His Obvious Sexual Confidence in himself. The way that he was so obviously sexually Secure in his Hanhood. It Radiated from him. The Sexy way he was dressed and was so comfortable being dressed in that sexy way in front of another man. What pulled me in was the Fact that he was Trully an Alpha Male all the way and that He knew it and Worked it perfectly to his Advantage!!! Now that’s Sexy guys. He Had me at his Deep Good Morning My Name Is Robert with his Strong Thick Calloused Man Hands, Hand shake. Not to Mention Robert Is an Alpha Male Name. He then proceeded to freely tell me all about himself and his entire life story without me even having to ask him a thing. Robert is A Crazy Personable Friendly Down to earth Sexy Manly Masculine Man’s Man. It was now 9:00 am and I’ve basically been talking to a Sexy Hairy Naked Man in My Driveway for the past hour and a half and he has not even lifted a 🔧 wrench yet. What Must My Nosey Old Neighbors be thinking at this time. Oh I know. They were thinking that Fucking Faggot Across the Street is at it again and in the front yard this Time. Robert told me that I was his only Scheduled Customer for Saturday so he was in no hurry if I wasn’t in a hurry. He said that he really enjoyed and felt comfortable talking to me and that I was a good listener and how much that ment to him because most guys don’t care enough to listen. I was thinking I’m not most guys Im a Homosexual Guy but I kept my mouth shut. Robert told me that he thought I was a real cool guy and how much he had enjoyed the morning so far just talking to me and that we should hang out sometime. I’d say. I loved talking to a Practically Naked Sexy Hairy well built Masculine Alpha Male Auto Mechanic. Definitely a Man’s Man. What an Absolutely awesome sexy good looking hairy kind man. Well it was now 9:00 am and he said I guess I should start looking at your Truck now ha? I ask him if it would be ok if I stuck around and watched him work on my 4x4 Off Road Ford Pick-up Truck and he said Absolutely. So I told Robert that I’ve been hearing clicking in the front right wheel hub so I’m thinking the wheel Bearings are going out. (What happened next just about sent me Fucking Packing to the Moon.) Robert said ok cool I’ll check it out for you as he squatted Down at my Front Passenger Wheel to grab the front tire and twist it to see if it has any movement. So as Robert squatted down directly in front of me and faceing me his Hairy Genitals penis and testicles completely slipped out of his shorts and Robert was down there for a few minutes and he did not even try to cover up or pull his genitals back inside his shorts. He totally just let them hang for me to see. I’m not complaining by the way. I almost shot my sperm load in my jeans and I was Noticeably Fully Erect in my levis. I noticed that Robert keep looking up at my Huge Throbbing Erect Penis Bulge in my tight levis and you could absolutely Positively see the Wet Spot in front of my tight worn faded levis where my Fully Erect Penis Head was laying and Pre-Cumming like Crazy. I get really Wet and Leak a Cum Load of Pre-cum when I Get Sexually Excited and believe me Robert Had Me Incredibly Sexually Excited to the point it felt like someone turned on the Pre-Cum faucet to full open in my tight levis. Believe me Robert saw it all. Robert had to know and feel that his genitals were fully and freely hanging and Dangling out the side of his shorts in front of me but he never tryed to cover them back up. So I was getting an eye full of his hairy circumcised penis and testicals. So I quick got my phone out my pocket and discreetly took a picture of his penis and testicles slipping out of his shorts. Oh my God did that just happen??? Best Fucking Day Ever by far. The only thing that would have made it better is if Robert’s Penis would have became fully Erect in front of me but unfortunately for me his penis stayed completely flaccid soft the entire time it was fully exposed to me. Although I did notice that his big hairy very low hanging Testicles went from nearly hanging on the ground when they first slipped out of his shorts to tightening up close to his body in just a few minutes after they first slipped out of his shorts. I think I jerked off over that all afternoon and Ejaculated at least 6 times. Needless to say he is now my permanent Truck Mechanic. We are supposed to go out for dinner next weekend and then come back to my house to hang out and watch the New Batman Superman Movie that’s coming out this Tuesday on DVD and have a few drinks. The crazy thing is he already ask me if it would be ok to crash here at my house after the movie because he dose not Drive after Drinking. I said hell yeah it’s ok. Good boy for not drinking and driving. I have something else in mind after the movie and a lot of Drinking now that I’ve seen his genitals and it definitely dose not involve any sleeping. I hope that Robert has the same thing in mind. I Hope I at least see his penis Erect. I’ll let you guy’s know if we have Sex.
My main job is taking pictures of homes for real estate agents. While most of the homes I photograph are in the upper-middle to high-end price range, I do take pictures in what can be described as blue-collar, working class areas. One of my shoots yesterday was in one of these neighborhoods. A neighborhood where the average home price is below the local median average. A neighborhood where people take pride in their homes even when they don’t always have the time or money to make them look as nicely as they want. It was in just such a neighborhood that I was reminded not only what has always made America great but just how wrong and dangerous modern-day conservatives are to what really makes America great.
As I pulled up to the house, it looked like a thousand others in the area, a nicely landscaped Cape Cod with an American flag softly waving in the breeze from a pole in the front yard and a black Ford F-250 parked in the driveway. I fully expected the owners to be the typical white, blue-collar working class people who heavily dominate this particular part of town. When they opened the door, all I could think of was, “Never judge a book by its cover.” Instead of the white, blue-collar worker I’d expected to see, I was kindly greeted by a Muslim woman in her early 40s wearing a hijab. She introduced me to her equally kind husband and the two of them proceeded to be more friendly and helpful than any home sellers I’ve interacted with in months. They offered me water. They offered me coffee. They offered me cake. They moved with me from room-to-room making sure bedspreads were straight, pillows were fluffed, blinds were pulled, lights were on… Usually, I cannot stand sellers even in the house when I take pictures, let alone bird dogging me. If other sellers were as nice and helpful as this couple, I’d completely change this attitude.
While how they treated and helped me stood out, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the contrast of the “book” and the “cover.” While the outside of their home said, “All-American,” the artwork, paint colors, Qurans, and back addition with Arabic seating area of the the inside said, “All-Muslim.” As I was going from room-to-room taking pictures, I kept thinking about the contrast of the home’s external to internal characteristics. I’ve shot many a home where the outside was very traditional but the inside was very contemporary. The outside not jibing with the inside is nothing new. However, this was very different. This wasn’t a contrast between architectural/design styles. The more I thought about this particular contrast, the more I loved it. I loved the blending of cultures because this is exactly what America is supposed to represent. From China Town in San Francisco to the Polish part of Detroit to the Irish parts of Boston to the Mexican neighborhoods of Los Angeles, America stands for people coming from other lands, becoming part of the whole but still maintaining a love and appreciation of their heritage.
If all I had experienced was the contrast of the exterior to the interior of the home, that would have been more than enough to reaffirm my faith in what America is supposed to represent. What happened as I was taking the exterior shots took these feelings of diversity, what America really represents, and just how dangerous and evil the rightwing hate machine are to the entire system.
While I was outside taking pictures, the owners came out to make sure things were picked up. While they were in the front of the house straitening out a couple of chairs on the front porch, a couple of their neighbors who were out in their yards doing work came over to chat. By the time I worked my way around to the front of the house, standing on the front sidewalk were the Muslim owners, an African-American man in his early 30s, and an older white man in his late 60s having a conversation that ranged from landscaping to auto repair to kids/grandkids to restaurant suggestions. If I described the scene and read you the text of the entire conversation with a Texas accent, it would read like a “King of The Hill” script.
What really struck me wasn’t the nature of their conversation, it was very similar to ones I heard growing up in rural Idaho. It was very similar to ones I’ve heard in the neighborhoods of Chicago. It was very similar to conversations that take place every day across the country from Girdwood Alaska to Mobile Alabama. In spite of the diversity of the participants-their ages, their religions, their cultures, their backgrounds…, they had fundamental experiences, wants, needs, desires… in common. What struck me was this scene being played out in an average-sized town in the Rust Belt is the direct opposite of what the right-wing and white nationalist hate machines spew out non-stop every day.
The scene I witnessed is what America really is all about and what modern-day conservatives and their very overlapping Venn Diagram counterparts, white supremacists fear the most. They fear this kind of neighborly camaraderie. They fear that diversity really isn’t a problem because they are beholden to their ignorant beliefs and hate that have been passed down to them by their ancestors and meticulously cultivated by fear mongers and grifters. White flight didn’t happen because minorities moving into predominately white areas caused problems. White flight happened because whites were afraid of people that didn’t look like them, didn’t have familiar sounding names, had different points of view. When white flight wasn’t an option, whites hemmed minorities into very specific areas through redlining policies and practices.
The racist and bigoted fears Donald Trump tapped into to win the election are based on lies about minorities and about the natural status of whites. The scene I witnessed on the sidewalk of a quiet, little neighborhood was perfectly natural. It was a scene that is played out across the country every day between neighbors. When it played out between only whites the reason isn’t because minorities don’t know how or want to participate but because they haven’t been welcomed to the neighborhood/town. The wants, needs, fears, concerns… of people who have similar economic situations don’t vary from one another very much. This isn’t a revelation. Many studies have been done showing that people who live in multi-cultural, diverse areas are much more tolerant and have less racist/bigoted views than those who live in less diverse areas. People exposed to other cultures and heritages are not as overly protective of their own.
As much as I admire and appreciate people celebrating their heritage, it is something I’ve never personally experienced. I’m an Anglo-Saxon mutt. My heritage is mostly English and Scottish and my ancestors came to America many, many generations ago. I personally feel no love or bond with this heritage. I feel closer to the culture and people of Japan from living there for two years than I do to my Western European roots. This could be because I truly lived and experienced the one and not the other. The Japanese culture is more ingrained into my psychological matrix than something I only have a distant genetic connection to.
Like all people and cultures, the Japanese have great traits and serious flaws. Because I’m a pragmatist at heart, the one trait they have that I admired the most is their ability, as a culture, to take an idea or behavior from another culture that is good, incorporate it into their own culture while not losing who they truly are. I call this Ala Carte Culture. You pick and choose what you like from other cultures, leave the bad aspects of these cultures behind, and absorb the good into your own culture in a way that doesn’t diminish who you are.
A good example of this in Japan can be found in the saying, “In Japan, you are born a Shinto, married a Christian, and buried a Buddhist.” When I first heard this saying, being a typical American, I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. Imagine someone in America telling you, “My kids will be born Jewish, married Lutheran, and buried Mormon.” If someone told you this, you’d stare at them wondering what the hell they were talking about. In Japan, their phrase gets no such reaction from other Japanese. It is accepted as being true. “In Japan, you are born a Shinto, married a Christian, and buried a Buddhist,” bothered me for months until someone explained it to me. “Shintoism celebrates being born. Christianity celebrates getting married. Buddhism celebrates death. The best celebrations and parties are what the Japanese adopted into their culture for each of these events.”
I love this idea. Why not take the best of other cultures and incorporate it into your own? It’s an idea that should fit perfectly with a country like America which was founded on cultural diversity. If a homogeneous, often isolated country like Japan can do this, a country that is the “Great Melting Pot of The World” should not only be able to do this easily, it should be aggressively doing it. Unfortunately, the open, diverse, all people are created equal society is the one resistant to learning from other cultures and the where the dominant group fears and demonizes those outside their group who want to honor, cherish, and incorporate the best parts of their own cultures.
This resistance and fear of other ideas and cultures are at the root of America’s long, unjustifiable history of racism and bigotry. “If it’s white, it’s right,” is the default mindset for white America. Who is allowed to be called “white” has been arbitrary throughout our history. Jews were once not considered white. Neither were Italians. Neither were Germans. Neither were the Irish. Only once a group has been accepted as “white” are their cultural ideas and celebrations accepted. White suburbia now doesn’t give a second thought to their kids celebrating St. Patrick’s Day at school but if the school decided to celebrate Kwanzaa with as much enthusiasm, they’d lose their damn minds. Irish-Americans love and honor their heritage to the same degree as Mexican-Americans, Muslim-Americans, African-Americans… The main reason we, as a country, don’t care about or think twice about Irish-Americans or other “white” nationalities celebrating their heritage is because they have been accepted into the “white club.” Celebrating and honoring one’s heritage isn’t the problem for racists and bigots. It’s who gets to do it.
In the America that claims to be the “Great Melting Pot,” where for the first time in history a government was formed on the idea that all people are created equal, where diversity is supposed to be our greatest strength, the tableau I witnessed represented everything America can and should be. It was also stark counter-evidence to one of the main claims of white nationalists and the right wing that multi-culturalism can’t work because non-whites won’t/can’t assimilate. There are many problems with this claim: 1-it presumes white culture is the dominant one that everyone must assimilate to; 2-the entire notion of “white culture” is riddled with problems; 3-the evidence in diverse areas completely contradicts it.
My America is what I witnessed the other day on a sidewalk in a Rust Belt city. My America isn’t afraid of others celebrating their heritage. My America isn’t white-centric. My America is the real America and no one will ever convince me otherwise. The youth of my America know and feel this better than my peers. This gives me hope for my children. If only my generation gives them the opportunity to live up to what it means to be a real American better than my generation.
Kiba, Kankuro, and Kakashi all with s/o, in modern AU? Like do they live in an apartment or house, what are dates like? That kind of stuff!
I just wanted to let you know that thinking about K9 Officer Kakashi has done things to my heart and I will probably never recover. Thank you for this brilliant request! I love AUs so much.
Kakashi, Kiba, and Kankuro Modern AU Headcanons
• Kakashi lives in a modest 1 bedroom apartment in a middle – lower class neighborhood. Not out of necessity, because as a K9 officer in the local police force he does alright for himself; but because he is a terrible cheapskate and refuses to spend a lot of money on an apartment that he basically only uses to sleep in.
• Because of his aloof nature, it’s actually hard for him to snag a date because everyone assumes that he’s not interested in the slightest and he’s hardly the type to chase after a potential date unless he sees something special in them. But when he spotted his s/o, he made a point to get to know them on a personal level, and he often takes his lunch break where they work so he can spend some one-on-one time with them.
• He likes to take his s/o on creative, athletic dates. He doesn’t like doing the same thing everyone else does because it just feels lame to him, and he thinks dates with him should allow them a glimpse of who he really is. He likes to take them out in the woods and play a game of capture the flag while armed with a paintball gun, or take them kayaking in a lazy river and finding a quiet spot to sit and talk.
• He drives a 2011 model silver Honda Accord. Something sensible and not too flashy, because he thinks it’s ridiculous to spend tons of money on a car that will eventually have to be sold. On his days off, he likes to wake up early and bring his s/o breakfast then take them to work.
• Kiba lived with his mom for a long time, and would have stayed there for a lot longer. He only moved into a tiny brick house nestled in the woods because he got tired of her overbearing nature and her refusal to let all seven of his dogs sleep in the house. His house is a trainwreck when he’s certain no one will be coming over, particularly the laundry room because he loathes doing laundry and he wears the same hoodie every day, most of the time with no shirt underneath to avoid laundry buildup.
• He has a bit of a loud, party boy nature and often takes his s/o on bar crawls. He tries not to drink too much because he has gotten both of them kicked out of bars for his embarrassing, unruly behavior and more than once he has punched another guy for looking at his s/o when he was drunk. Drinking brings out a petty, jealous streak in him when he overindulges, but when he doesn’t he is actually a riot to be around. He spends all night cracking jokes and making his s/o laugh until their stomach hurts.
• For all of his brashness, he has a huge soft spot for animals and worked tirelessly as a bartender for years to earn enough money to put himself through veterinary school. When he loses an animal, he takes it really hard and has a tendency to brood. During these times, he spends a lot of time at his s/o’s place because being near them makes him feel better. He lays quietly on the couch with his head in their lap and soaks it up when they stroke their fingers through his hair.
• On lazy afternoons he likes to grab lunch at his favorite Chinese takeout place and take his s/o and all of his adopted shelter dogs to the park for an impromptu picnic. He spends the entire afternoon playing Frisbee with his s/o and playing fetch with the dogs, and no matter how long he’s at it, it seems like he never gets tired.
• Kankuro shares a pretty nice flat with his younger brother, but he doesn’t take his s/o there very often because his little brother’s quietness can make things a little awkward. If he does take them there, he usually gives them a minute to say hello to his brother, then guides them to the bedroom where he has a flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite to the king sized bed. Things start out innocently enough with snuggling and watching a movie with popcorn, but it’s never too long before he starts getting handsy.
• His idea of a fun date is taking his S/O to curiosity museums with macabre content, like stuffed goats with two heads and horses with a split tongue. He loves things like that, and his excitement can be pretty contagious. If things like that creeped his s/o out, he wouldn’t force them to go though, but he would also make fun of them forever for being a scaredy cat.
• He drives a huge black Ford F-250 Lariat, and honestly it’s a pain in the ass to get in and out of if his s/o isn’t tall. He thinks it’s masculine and tough – looking though, so he has a deep fondness for his truck and refuses to downgrade to a smaller model. Plus, he thinks it’s cute when his s/o has to ask him for help to get into it, so he’ll get down and let his s/o use his thigh to push off on and if his s/o wears a skirt or dress, he will definitely be looking up it.
• Kankuro is a mechanical engineer, and as a result he spends a good amount of time tinkering with personal projects in his room. Though his s/o may not understand a word he’s saying when he’s excitedly explaining how he creates his machines, it’s still flattering to know they are special enough to him that he even attempts in spite of their plethora of questions. He answers each one patiently, even going as far as demonstrating just to bring his s/o into his world for a little while.