Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 17:30:02 -0500 (GMT-05:00) From: DM Subject: Slow Growing Driving Fast: CHAPTER 1 This story is purely fictional as is all characters in the story. Some characters are minors and this story may have descriptions of sex between minors and minors with adults and may be of a homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual and even incestuous in nature If you are offended with this type of story DON'T READ IT! If you are under the legal age to read this type of story DON'T READ IT. If you don't want to read this type of story DON'T READ IT. This portion of the story merely starts to describe the characters and may include descriptions of sexual organs however in this chapter there is no sexual acts. This is a coming of age story for a teen boy (John) whose handicap is that he is physically maturing slower then most teenagers his own age. It is a coming of age story for his entire family. A famous father, a naive mother and the surprising secret they share. His siblings also have their own secrets as well. While learning to come to terms with John's new found sexuality and acceptance of his revelation; they also get introduced to the freedoms of complete honesty and family nudism. Soon more shocking changes take place. We also learn of John's new boyfriend (David) and his alternative and unorthodox upbringing and how John's family reluctantly accepts him as one of their own foal. Slow Growing Driving Fast Chapter 1 Happy Birthday I woke in the morning on my own even before the alarm clock rang out. At 5:00 o'clock in the morning it was still dark outside and my alarm was set for 6:00 am. I guess you could say I was extremely excited because it was my sixteenth birthday and today was going to be a very special day for me. Not just that it was my sixteenth birthday, but because it was that special day that all kids look forward to, the day I get my driver's license! It was also the very first time I got to drive my car that I myself have taken completely apart and restored. It was a 1973 Mustang Mach 1 fast back. Like most of the kids I know I could have gotten a brand new car and even a BMW Z4 if I wanted, but I really wanted the Mustang ever since I saw James Bond drive one in Diamonds Are Forever. Most Mustangs collectors would say that year wasn't exactly "Mustang" because it was so big and really didn`t look like a mustang at all, but I would say that it the best looking Mustang ever built. Mine was once green, but I decided that it should be jet black even though that went against the original color, but hey I didn't restore it as a collector's item I restored it for myself to enjoy. It has a 351 Boss engine that I broke down and had shipped to Germany to get updated with fuel injectors and turbo. I also had the car computerized and my dad insisted that it have antilock brakes and airbags installed for my safety since airbags weren't popular when the car was new. It has the official muscle car look with wide 16-inch high performance traction tires in the rear and a 2-inch lift kit. In the front were 14-inch high performance low profile tires. Across the rear trunk area I had professionally painted in metallic colors that faded together as they changed from red to orange to yellow to green to blue and purple the words "Last Chance" (Relax. At the time I had no idea what the significance of the colors and the orders of them were, but I would find out soon enough.) It is legal in Florida to have your windows blackened, but my parents would only let me get mine darkly tinted. The difference is when your windows are blackened you can't see in the car at all from the outside, but tinted means your windows may be dark, but you can still see inside. The issue is safety. Driving at night with blackened windows is really difficult because everything is double dark. I stepped into my bathroom with my usual morning wood to relieve my bladder. At this point there are a few things you should know about me. First off my name is John Goldhammer. (Sorry I didn't introduce myself before now.) I know you've probably guessed I'm of Jewish decent, but my family is actually atheist ever since WWII. As you know I am 16,but I look a little younger than I really am. I am maturing at a slower rate than most kids my age. Doctors' say they won't give me any kind of treatment because even though I am maturing slower than other kids are it's not because of any defects, Actually I look a lot younger than I am. Some people say I look 10 and some says I look 12, but personally I don't care anymore. My dick is a mere 4 inches long cut and I don't have the slightest hint of pubic hair or any body hair for that matter. Which brings me to what made me write all this down. I had heard that males think about sex about every 10 seconds, but I never had. I have had wet dreams I know because I have woken up wet and sticky down there, but I can't remember a single one. I actually have to carry a letter and a special embossed card that is signed from the governor of Florida and my doctor explaining my medical condition or lack there of. I am only 5'1" and I weigh in at a whopping 80 pounds. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. People say I look like Harry Potter in The Sorcerer's Stone and yes I would have to agree because I do get many people asking for my autograph. My mother's name is Joan of whom I am named after and my father's name is Steven. Yes Steven Goldhammer is my father. They are both 29. You do the math, but no matter how you judge them it don't matter to me because I still love them. I have a younger brother and sister whom are twins. I won't say little brother and sister because they are bigger than I am and look their age. They are Adam and Barbara 15. Both looks a lot like me, as do my other siblings, well except Adam has his hair-streaked blond and spiked. Troy is 14, Beth is 13, Allen is 11 and Carol is 10. I am actually writing this story just two days after the actual events took place, so that is why I will be jumping from past tense to present time from time to time so try not to get confused. Every day I look down while in the shower just to check if I have started sprouting some hairs on my dick just to make sure. Not even peach fuzz. On one hand I want hair if only to show that I'm maturing and yet on the other hand I don't because I like the bald look and feel. In fact I know my brothers and sisters all wax theirs off regularly because they can't stand it either. Sometimes I think they do it just to sympathize with me, but who's to say? All showered I got dressed just as the sun peeked through the break in my drapes. I went down the stairs and poured a glass of OJ and popped in a Toaster Strudel. Troy came down in his briefs as is normal in my family wiping his eyes from the night's sleep. "Morning." He moaned as he poured some OJ. "Morning." I responded. "Big day today?" He winked. "Yeah it is." I answered trying not to gloat, but failed miserably. "We have a bet going you know." He stated. "A bet?" "On what your test score will be." "What did you bet?" I asked. "I bet that you'll fail." He smiled. "Thanks a lot." "Hey I would have bet you get a hundred percent, but that was taken. All that was left was that you fail." "How much did you bet?" I asked as he sat at the breakfast table with me and I got my strudel and frosted it. "One hundred." He answered. "A hundred?" I bellowed purely insulted. "Relax bro." He calmed. "Dad heard us betting and got mad and said that if we can't support our own brother on one of the biggest days of his life then the money goes to charity and he set the price." "Oh that's cool." I said and sat at the table. The next to come down was my parents. Both were fully dressed and clean. "Ready for the big day sport?" Dad asked. "Sure am and thanks for taking time off from work dad." "No problem sport." He chimed. "Mom is coming with as well so I figure we can stop off at McDonalds for some breakfast." "That sounds good to me." I cooed. "Are we taking my car?" I asked. "No way am I riding in that monster." Mom interrupted. "We're taking the Rolls." "The Rolls?" I hissed. "Dad I can't take a driver's test in the Rolls! I will look like a dork, besides I have never driven it before." "Well your mother has spoken." He shrugged. "Damn." "Looks like I'm going to win after all." Troy beamed. Dad just looked sternly at him and Troy bowed his head to the table giggling. "Well can we go?" I begged. "I should get in some practice before the test." "Sure hon." Mom said. "Let me get my purse." While she did that dad and I went out to the rolls and removed the dust cover rolling it up and tossing it in the trunk. It took a while for me to adjust the seat for my small size, and embarrassingly it was adjusted as far forward and as high as the seat would allow. Still I must have looked like a small child behind the wheel. "You know I will never be able to speed." I said. "It's going to take me forever to get anywhere." "Why's that?" Dad asked. "Cops are going to be stopping me every mile just to check my age." Dad just sort of bowed his head in sorrow. "Yeah I guess you're just going to have to deal with that son." I always got the feeling there was something they weren't telling me, but I never pushed the subject. As soon as mom climbed in the back seat I started the engine and we were off. To say I got a few strange looks from people would be and understatement. A few people in Palm Beach that I knew though gave me the thumbs up wishing me luck. We had to wait at the drawbridge to West Palm, but I didn't mind that so much because it gave me time to think. McDonalds was on the way so we stopped in. Dixie highway was still under construction so I wanted to eat as fast as we could, so we could avoid the morning traffic. I knew that once people started heading to work it would be hell to get through all the construction. After breakfast we headed off again and I asked dad. "Can we take 95? I need freeway practice." "No way kiddo!" Mom jolted. "Besides son." Dad injected. "The driving portion of the test is done on a course behind the building." "Ok." I agreed to city roads. When we got to the testing station which was a small building across from the mall on PGA Boulevard, there were already some people waiting in line at the door. One of them was a friend of mine from school Dave. I could have been going to a private school, but my dad believes in the public school system so private schools were out of the question. Dave has blond hair, green eyes. He stands about 6'2" and weighs in at what I would guess to be a good 170 to 174 pounds. He has the California surfer look, but is really gentle and kind with me. "Hi Dave." I said as I walked up to him standing with what looked to be his older sister. "It's your birthday today as too?" Before he could say a word she spoke up. "It sure is." She glowed. "16 years ago he finally decided to emerge from my belly after 48 hours of labor (Sigh) and now he`s taking his driver's test. (Sigh) My little man." I could just imagine how my eyes must have done a double take when she said that. I mean I know my parents were only 13 when they had me, but she must have been 10 judging by the looks of her. She was voluptuous! She had blond hair that was shagged and some of her bangs hung over her eyes. She had beautiful blue eyes from what I could see through the bangs. She wore a velvety v-cut shirt that showed most of her cleavage, which had to be at least double D's. Her waists were narrow and her ass was awesome and she also wore these tight white shorts that showed a small amount of her ass line. I knew Dave's parents were middle class and lower middle class at that, but judging by how his mom was dressed anyone would assume that they were from Palm Beach proper. Her long legs looked smooth and soft to the touch. She looked like a teen model. My parents were young at 29, but they looked like they could actually be my parents with as young as I look. Dave just rolled his eyes at the way I was looking at her. What he didn't understand was that I really had no sexual attraction to her at all. I was just stunned as to how she looked like his sister. I never realized it until that moment, but the one I was more attracted to at that moment was Dave, which bothered me somewhat. I don't remember what my wet dreams had been about, but I was sure it wasn't about guys. While our parents waited in line one of the ladies came out and read of the names of the people who had appointments. Dave was to go and then it would be my turn. When I stepped up in line behind Dave she looked at me and said. "Sorry son you can't ride along." "Ride along?" I asked in dismay. "I'm John Goldhammer." Then I handed my learners permit and my age confirmation card. She looked at it in disbelief and said. "One second." And went inside. My parents had to learn to stay out of these confrontations because I would be dealing with this kind of things and had to learn how to handle it. Moments later she returned with a man who scrutinized my identifications and myself. "Oh I remember John from when he came in for his permit. He really is 16." He shook my hand and said. "Good luck MISTER Goldhammer." I can't tell you how good that made me feel. I knew I didn't want to be called mister all the time if at all because I am more modest than that, but it was good to be acknowledged as at least being my age. "Thank you sir." I responded. Dave took her to the car he was taking his test in and they ran the usual safety tests. The horn, lights, turn signals and so on. The car was a 1990 Ford Arostar and really showed it's age. I was wondering why they were just sitting there in the parking slot after a while, but soon I saw that Dave indicated to her (Possibly making sure that I was watching) That she needed to put her seat belt on. "Oh he's good." I said to myself. I forgot all about that. They backed out and I watched as they drove around to the back of the building to where the driving course was. The only real part of the course that I could see before they went into the gated wooded area was when Dave had to park in between 4 poles and back out again. This was the part I dreaded most. I knew I could drive great and back up, but parking was my nemesis. Parking was my dad's pet peeve. He hated people who took two spaces instead of just one. I could understand why some people would want to protect their car by not allowing anyone to park next to them, but I agree with my dad that parking lots are communal and sometimes there just aren't enough spaces to waste one. I have had to go through the embarrassment of my dad literally go ballistic on more than one driver whom he caught trying to park like that. I would sink low in the seat as he shouted. One time when an old lady wouldn't move her car he waited till she was inside the shop and parked his car right next to her drivers door so she would have to crawl through her passenger door to get back in. We even had an ice-cream cone outside the store waiting for her to come back out. I'm ashamed to admit we laughed our asses off when she saw her predicament. We call old people in Florida Q-tips and the ones who only live down here in the winter month's snowbirds. I for one feel that any person over the age of 18 should have to have a road test at least every year and if they show the slightest bit of fear then their license should be torn up. I could see no indications on Dave's face as he returned whether he passed or failed. They went back in the building and she came back out without him. "Ok mister Goldhammer it's you're turn." She said. We too went through all the checks of my safety equipment and when she got in the passenger seat I made a point not to start the car and turned to her and said politely. "Please put your seat belt on." She smiled and did just that, but I didn't hear it click. I reached down and shoved it in the clasp till it clicked. She didn't say anything, but I just knew that was a trap because anyone who knows cars knows that Rolls Royce is about the most precision cars on the road. So much so that the belt buckles almost swallows the clasp effortlessly. The test only lasted a few minutes, but I was so nerve wracked that it seemed to take all day. When we got back she said. "Ok John, you need a little more practice on parking, but you stayed between the lines and you didn't hit the poles so you pass." "Whew." Was my very audible response. "Thank you ma'am." "Come on inside and we'll get your license all worked out." Then she did something that I still think was no accident. She fumbled with her clipboard and the pen dropped between my legs. She reached down and snatched it up before I could even respond and I felt her hand actually grasp my package. "Oh my, sorry." She said and opened the car door and got out. I don't know, maybe she wanted to check and see if I was as mature down there (which I'm not) as any other 16 year old. Either way she turned my proud moment into another humiliation. My parents and Dave's mom were talking outside when I came out holding my license and looking at my picture in disgust. "Well I see you passed." Mom said with a smile. "Congratulations." Dave said. "Did you pass?" I asked. Dave just handed over his license. I was amazed how good he looked in his picture. I on the other hand looked distorted. I traded licenses with him so he could see and then we traded back. I handed my dad the keys to the rolls and said. "Here dad." I was upset. I didn't want to drive home and when I did get home I didn't even want to drive my own car. I just wanted to sit in my room and sulk. Self-pity never washed in my family and especially with my dad. He didn't even knock. He just burst in my room and said. "Ok, what's wrong?" I told him the whole story of how the woman grasped my crotch and how it made me feel and he just stood up and said. "You don't know. It could have really been an accident and then again maybe, just maybe you turned her on." Then he winked at me and said. "Now get out there and break in your driver's license." "I have no place to go." I said. He took out his wallet and handed me all the money he had in it which was about 6 hundred. "Go do something, but get the hell out of this house."