Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 17:35:38 -0500 (GMT-05:00)
From: DM
Subject: Slow Growing Driving Fast Chapter 5

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 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 5 Mr. Good wrench

I saw the GTA sitting on the grass beside the house and pulled my car right
up next to it so that the hoods were pointing in the same direction. The
car was actually in pretty good shape body wise. Though it was dusty and
there was tree sap all over it, there was no dents or scratches and as
Florida is famous for there was no skin cancer. (Rust)

"It looks great. Don't it?" Dave beamed.

"Yeah, pretty good." The thing is I wasn't paying as much attention to the
car as I was his uncle and lover whom Dave had told me he considers as
being his uncle just as much.

His uncles were gorgeous! They each sported about the same in dick size,
but one was dark haired and the other a true blond.

Neither of them had any sort of tan line and for that matter I had noticed
that neither did Dave. I on the other hand had farmer's tan from hell and
an ass that was as white as snow.

"So.... (I choked and squeaked like a mouse with a clogged throat.) What's
wrong with the beast?" I asked while never taking my eyes off the two dicks
before me.

"I don't know." Josh said. "I got the thing from a police auction and it
was running fine for a long time and then one-day it just wouldn't
start. The keys are in it." He answered.

"My, my this kid is young looking." Paul commented.

I'm used to hearing that kind of thing, so I just ignored his rudeness, but
I have to admit it still hurts.

"He may look young," Dave corrected Paul. "But see that car? He rebuilt it
himself."

"No fucking way!" Josh jolted.

"Dave." I said. "Get in and try to start her."

Dave leaped at the opportunity and almost fell into the driver's seat. He
turned the key, but all there was, were clicks and weak ones at that.

I excused myself because both men were standing between my car and
Dave's. They leaned against either car so that I could pass through and get
to my trunk. I used my key and unlocked it. I reached inside and grabbed up
my jumper cables and went around the other side of my car and started it
up.

I opened the hood and attached the cables to my battery. Holding the other
end I said. "Dave pop the hood." He did and I unlatched the safety latch
and hefted the hood up.

There was a wrench and a screwdriver sitting on the fan guard. I picked
them up and gave them to Josh. "These belong to you?"

He took them sheepishly and said. "There those are."

I clamped the positive clamp on the positive lead to the battery and the
negative clamp I connected onto a bolt for the suspension.

"Why did you do that?" Paul asked leaning in over the engine with his dick
resting on the fender.

"This car has been sitting a long time and the battery is dead. It still
produces gasses that combined with gasoline could cause a spark and
ignite." I answered. "By grounding the battery rather than just direct
connection I am negating the likelihood of igniting the gasses."

Even though I had just told them that it was now safe they still backed
away from the engine.

I let it charge a while and then said. "Try to start it Dave."

"Ok." He said and this time cause the car to whir. (R, r, r, r, r)

"Dave." I said. "Come here." I thought it was time to show off a bit. I
know I shouldn't do that, but I needed for them to know that I'm not as
young as I look.

When Dave got beside me I said. "An engine needs three things to run. Fuel,
Air and ignition. We know we have electricity so let's check the other
possible problems."

The cap to the air filter was already off so I lifted the filter out. I
examined it and it was dusty, but still looked in good shape. I whacked it
against my palm to clear some of the dust away and returned it to its
container. I then clasped the plastic cover back on and went to the next
step.

I told Dave to get my laptop out of my trunk and he did. I connected the
lead to its junction on the car and turned on my computer. I found the GTA
in my directory and clicked on it. I ran a diagnostic and waited for the
run through.

The computer pointed out that the fuel injector wasn't even engaged, so I
went to the junction box behind the injector and opened it. Sure enough
there was a lead that had come loose. I found its junction and reinserted
it.

I checked the computer again and found that was the problem. Just for kicks
I typed in some of my own instructions and tweaked the tuning up just a
tad. "Go ahead and try her again." I said.

Dave once again got behind the wheel and turned the key. (R, R, Roar!) I
made a few more minor adjustments to the tuning and turned off my computer
and closed the monitor.

I yanked the leads out and walked to my trunk securing its place so it
wouldn't slide around.

I looked up and Josh and Paul who were awe struck with mouths gaping wide
open. "That was un-fucking-real." Paul mused.

I pulled out my jumper cables and I think in a boasting manner (sauce for
the goose) and rolled it back up also placing it in it's spot in my trunk.

"He didn't even need tools." Josh exclaimed. "He didn't even need tools."

"Nope." I said. "It's something that happens now and then when a high
performance engine gets out of tune. It tends to vibrate connections and
they pop out. I also overwrote the speed governor so it will go just a
little faster than ninety-five."

"How much faster?" Dave asked with glee.

"One-forty, but after we get this thing home I may tweak it some more if
you want."

"Speaking of which." Josh said. "The car is registered and all, but there
is no insurance on it."

"I can't drive it without insurance." Dave pouted.

"No problem." I said. "You got a fax?" I asked Josh.

"Yes I do." He answered.

I used my cell phone and dialed my house. "Hello? Carol answered.

"Carol is dad around?" I said.

"Hi John. Where are you?" She asked.

"I'm in Orlando sweaty. Could you get dad please?"

"Sure."

"Hello?" Dad answered.

"Hi dad it's me John."

"Hey bud we were getting worried about you."

"Yeah sorry about that." I said. "I looked at my watch and it said
12:30pm. I knew I had to call at 1:00pm, but lost track of the time.

"Dad." I said. "Can you put this car on our insurance temporarily?"

"Sure." He said. "Give me the information. Just a moment while I get a pen
and paper."

"John you don't have to do this." Dave said.

"You want this car don't you?"

"Yeah, but insurance is expensive."

"Especially for this car and his age." Josh pointed out.

"Not a problem." I said. "My family is comfortable."

"You mean rich don't you?" Paul injected.

"His dad is Steven Goldhammer." Dave said.

"Really?' Josh responded.

"So stinking rich!" Paul added.

"Yeah." I gave in.

"Ok John." Dad said. "Shoot."

I read off the license plate number and the ID number in the
windshield. Then I relayed the fax number that Josh recited to me.

"OK." Dad said. "Should take about a half hour, but mom wants to talk to
you."

"Oh man dad." I complained.

"Sorry sport can't help you." He giggled.

"Hi sweaty." Mom said.

"Hi mom." I pouted.

"Ready?"

"Go ahead."

In the phone I could hear my family all chorused in on the Happy Birthday
song. I held the phone away from my ear which turned out to be a mistake
because Dave instantly picked up on it and started to sing as well and of
course so did Josh and Paul.

To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I felt the blood flood my
face as my temper grew just a touch.

When it was over I said into the phone, but looking at the guys. "Are you
happy now?"

"Yes." Was the all around consensus.

"Good." I huffed and hung up the phone.

"It's your birthday?" Josh asked with a smile.

"Yesterday was." I answered. "But we were already on the road to come down
here before my family could celebrate."

 I looked at Dave and said. "This car was built on a Wednesday. It's well
built."

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"I just do." I said. "Cars built on Friday are uilt by men who can't wait
to go home for a nice weekend. Cars built on Monday are built by men with
hangovers from the weekend before. A car built in the middle of the week is
best."

"I'll have to remember that." Josh said. "But how do you know?"

"Look at the ID number in the windshield plaque." I said. "See that W?"

"Oh yeah." He piped. "That's the day it's built?"

"Sure is."

"We shut the cars off and closed them up. We started heading to the house
to wait for the fax to come in, but on the way I looked at Dave and he was
leaving a trail of cloths behind him. "Come on John." Was all he said.

I took a swallow of my dry mouth and before I knew what I was doing my own
cloths was falling from my body. I knew then and there that I hated wearing
cloths. I mean I guess I always-liked going nude, but this was the first
time I realized that I hated cloths.

Before we had reached the back door of the house I was completely naked
with the exception of my sandals.

Once inside Josh asked if we wanted anything to drink. We accepted and sat
on the couch to wait for it.

The couch looked like leather, but felt like a real fin cloths. It really
felt good on my ass too.

David came and sat next to me. He wrapped me in a warm embrace and it was
obvious that he was trying to show off his new boyfriend.

I had been watching the kids at school holding onto their girlfriends and
kissing them in the halls. I was envious of them that's true, and thought
how wonderful it would be to have a girl to show off like that, but now I
have a boyfriend. Could I do that? I had a feeling David could and would
proudly. Maybe that was something he and I needed to discuss on our way
home.

I was new to the gay scene and tried not to shy away from him, but it was
hard for me to show affection for him around others even if the others were
gay also. However I grinned and bared it the best I could.

When Josh came back with the sodas they were in frosted mugs. I thought
that was real class. I was expecting just cans of coke, but they were in
frosted mugs.

A piece of ice fell off the bottom of my mug as I lifted it to my mouth and
landed on my dick. "Wow that's cold!" Everyone laughed and I was beginning
to learn some of the hazards of nudism.

Suddenly David wrapped his hand around my dick and I was greeted with a
rather new sensation. His hands were cold from the frosted mug, but it was
also warm from the heat of his hand and I gasped in excitement. It felt
wonderful.

As the guys looked on in the (Oh how cute) way. My dick went from soft to
hard in a matter of nanoseconds.

Then Josh came over and as if he were asking to examine Dave's new toy he
said. "Mind if I touch it?" He didn't ask me he asked David.

"No I don't mind. Go right ahead." Dave answered. Now I was on display and
felt like it.

"It's so cute." Josh said. "Hon come over here and take a look."

It looked as if Paul was waiting for that moment and instantly got to his
feet and knelt down between my legs and then started playing with my balls.

Here I was with David on my left, his Uncle Josh on my right and his
uncle's lover between my knees and all were caressing my small bald newly
discovered sex organs. To say I wasn't enjoying it would be a lie, but I
was uncomfortable.

All of a sudden the mood changed in David's voice. "Suck that dick bitch!"
David ordered Paul.

Paul got a sad puppy dogface on and said. "Yes sir." Then instantly dove in
on me as the other two moved away.

"Stand up slut!" David ordered me.

"What?" I asked offended.

"You heard me slut! Stand up and next time say sir!"

"David I..."

David tapped Paul on the shoulder and suddenly Paul bit down on my dick.

"Ahhh! Watch those teeth!" I spat.

"Stand up slut or he'll do it again."

I got a strange compulsion to obey. Not because I was being forced to as
much as I wanted to. "Yes sir." I welled and rose to my feet.

"It learns fast doesn't it?" Josh said.

"It?" I asked.

"It sir." Dave corrected me.

"It sir?"

"You belong to me now bitch." He said. "You are property now. My property
and that is all you are. I knew from the way you took instructions the time
we were doing it with Josh on the phone that you are naturally
submissive. Admit it slut you love being bossed around."

Suddenly it hit me that he was right. I did like being told what to do all
my life really. I was submissive. Sure I took the initiative to be as
independent as I could be such as mechanics and all, but I had a desire to
do as told. No wonder I was the perfect son and a good student in
school. If someone told me to do something I was always thrilled to do it.

"Y, y, yes sir." I reluctantly agreed.

"From now on you will do as I say without question. I will train you to be
exactly how I want you to be. Around others you will act normal for now,
but soon even around your own family you will do as I say and respond with
yes sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." I said and got a sinking feeling in my stomach when he said that
about my family.

All the while Paul was nursing on my dick and Josh was feeling on my balls.

"I think it's time we gave his ass a breaking in Dave don't you?" Josh
asked.

He didn't even think about it. Dave just slapped me on the ass and
said. "Bend over slut!"

"Y, yes sir." I said and as I was saying it I was bending over.

Dave got behind me and Josh handed him something in a jar. It felt like
that same stuff he used on me the night before when he smeared some on my
virgin ass. I saw the jar and it was Vaseline.

>From what I could see while looking between my legs was that he didn't put
any on his dick. He didn't try to penetrate my ass with his finger to get
me used to the idea. He just stepped up to me and rammed in hard.

The unexpected intrusion in my ass was unbelievably painful and I let out a
scream. "Ahhhhhh!"

I could have put an end to it all right then and there and I don't know why
I didn't just run the hell out of there dressed or not, but I didn't. I
just took it and even though it was hell; I loved it.

I actually felt my ass cheeks ripple apart to make room for his half-lubed
dick.

The tears fell to the floor below me, but also I noted how so too did the
pre-cum from my iron like dick as it throbbed in ecstasy.

"Suck that big dick slut!" David ordered me as Josh stood before my eyes.

"Yes sir." I said and opened my mouth as wide as it would go to accept the
massive man tool Josh had between his legs.

Josh didn't give me a break either. He just rammed his eight-inch cock as
far as he could force it down my wanting mouth. I was about to gag, but he
pulled back out almost expertly and back in again.

When he pushed in so did David and I felt like I was just spitted for the
grill. When Dave backed off so did Josh and visa versa.

After there seemed to be some semblance of rhythm I herd Josh order Paul to
return to his previous duties.

Paul got on his back under me and like a mechanic on a creeper under a car
he raised his head and returned to sucking my dick.

I had become pretty acclimated to the new duties of my ass and mouth and
now that my dick was being serviced I was beginning to have the urge to
cum.

The heat was building up inside my groin and I grunted one final time
before I exploded inside Paul's mouth.

The pummeling from my rear and mouth didn't end though. Nor did the blow
job I was receiving from below. It seemed to continue forever even though
it couldn't have been more than a few more minutes.

Just as I was really beginning to get into the mistreatment I was receiving
Dave's dick started to swell up and his thrusting started to gain
momentum. Then his dick pulsated as he held firm in one place. "Ahhhh." He
sighed.

Shortly after that my mouth was flooded with salty, sticky man spunk and I
almost threw up, but held my ground and swallowed prideful in my
accomplishment. I didn't spill one drop.

When Dave's withered dick had plopped out of my sore ass and Paul pulled
out of my still sucking mouth with a click of my lips wanting more he
said. "Turn around slut and clean my dick off."

"Yes sir!" I gulped and instantly spun around. There before me was his dick
all red with blood and streaked with brown. It also shimmered.

I opened my mouth and suckled his mess with glee. I knew this was something
that would be considered disgusting to most people and to me not more than
an hour ago, but I have to admit I loved the nasty act. I hated the flavor,
but loved the act.

(Ring, ring.) Then nothing. We looked at the fax machine and there came the
paper we were waiting for.

"Well guys." David said. "Looks like its time to go."

"Thank you for letting me use your slave." Josh said.

"My pleasure." Dave answered.

(Slave?)

"Slut." Dave blurted. "Get out to the cars and wait for me there. Pick up
our cloths on the way, but don't get dressed."

"Yes sir." I responded and did as told.

I must have waited outside for a half hour before Dave came out holding an
old warn out, crinkled paper bag with small holes all over it.

He set the bag on the hood of his car and opened it. He reached inside and
pulled out a black leather collar with spikes sticking out. "Turn around
slut." He ordered and I did. He wrapped my neck with the collar and buckled
it tight.

Next he reached in and pulled out two leather bracelets with D-rings on
them and buckled them around my wrists. He did the same to my ankles with
two more leather straps with D-rings. "Those only come off if I take them
off."

"yes sir." I said.

"Now get in and you follow me." He ordered.

"But I'm naked." I protested.

He grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled me eye to eye. "Sir... And
you're not naked." He said. "You're nude, as all slaves should be."

"Yes sir but..."

"No buts." Get in and follow me. "We're going back to the condo to get our
shit and then home."

"Like this sir?"

"No. I'll be dressed, but you won't be." He said still holding me close to
his face. "I'm going to tell you something just once and then you will
never hear me said it again. I love you. I really do. I love you with all
my heard. You can stop this right now and we'll part ways, but if you stick
with me it's by your choice. If you want to part ways now just get dressed
and after I get my things we'll never talk to each other again. I promise
that if you stick with me I won't be treating you any better. In fact it
gets worse." Then he kissed me and let go of my collar. "What's it going to
be?"

I must have stood there dazed for an entire minute. I looked at him and my
cloths and back at him. I had never been so confused in all my life as I
was right then.