Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2020 01:15:51 -0000
From: briansstories@mail2tor
Subject: Got Towed Part 1

Got Towed
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Dan Felding. 32, a fairly big guy and a business owner. What kind of
business you ask. Dan owns an independent storage facility. You know the
type; a couple hundred lock up garages of various sizes that people store
their crap in.

Who knows why people pay to store their things, just stop buying junk you
don?t need. But for Dan, it has made him good coin. Not millions, but he is
certainly comfortable.

Dans working hours are his own. The site is mostly automated with a
maintenance guy that does 1 day a week, but remains on call 24/7

Today is Saturday, not any special Saturday, just an ordinary weekend in
early spring, south of lower Alabama.

Pulling up to his local Walgreens drug store (pharmacy), Dan spots a
tow-truck pulling a car out of a handicap parking space. ?Some people, no
respect.? He says to no one in particular.

It?s not like the parking lot was full, plenty of free spaces to choose
from. Dan pulls into the space directly beside the now vacated wheelchair
accessible spot.

Getting out of his car, Dan spies a woman in her late 20?s storming out of
the shop, the sliding doors barely opening fast enough for her to squeeze
past.

Her light blue dress snagged on the door lock dragging her backwards. ?No,
that?s my car you can?t take it.? She shreiked at the driver as if he would
change his mind.  You can calculate the frustration in her facial
expression.

She looked to Dan for an answer, ?Why did he tow me?? Her hands raised in
confusion.  ?Did you not realize you parked in a Disable access spot?? The
big man pointed to the overly obvious sign. In his peripheral vision, Dan
notices two rather cute boys standing idly by, their demeanor indicating an
interest.

?Oh,,,,, My,,,, God,,,, No, I was in such a rush I didn?t see the sign.?
Her hands clutching her face. Externally it was evident of her defeat,
shoulders drooped and her body deflated. She was beaten down.

?Mom, what are we going to do? My soccer stuff is in the car.? The smaller
of the two boys queries the moment. His older brother put a supporting arm
over the lad?s shoulder, not uttering a single word.

Dan to the rescue. ?Come on, get in my car, we can at least follow them.?
With a puffed chest, his superpower is found, ?Dan, track ?em down man?. In
reality, he was smitten by the cute boys and if chasing a tow-truck meant
he could spend 30 minutes in the company of two of Alabama?s finest fresh
meat samples, he was all in.

?Seat belts.? He called out to the back seat passengers. Dan introduced
himself, being the polite guy he was brought up to be.

?I?m Jan Storm, and these are my sons, Tom and Sammy.? Her eyes busily
scanning the horizon for the car thieving bastard. Internally she was
passing the shock stage and entering anger.

?Come on Mr. Dan, faster, faster.? Shouted Sammy. the younger of the two
excited about a real life car chase. Dan looked in his rear veiw mirror
seeing Sammy?s thin body bouncing against the seatbelt. ?Cute? popped to
mind. He also noticed older brother Tom, sat in his seat, quiet and
calm. He realized Tom was watching back, their eyes linked via the small
mirror.

Jan was busy looking down every side street as they drove, eager to spot
the tow-truck, her frustration grew. Dan was a little worried this woman
was going to dig holes in his dashboard with her fingernails.

A quick right turn followed by a left and they entered the front lot of the
tow company. ?How did you know it was here?? Asked Jan, a quizzical look
shot in Dans direction.

?It?s the same tow firm I use for my business, I recognized the truck.?
Replied Dan as they all got out of the car.

Sammy ran up ahead with his mom, Tom stayed back with Dan. ?Hold up there a
Sec Jan.? Dan waved for Jan to come back to the car.

?What!, I want to get my fucking car back.? The anger in her words shocked
Tom, he took a step back and closer to Dan.

?Yes, I know you do, but going in there hot headed won?t help.? Dans voice
was insistent. ?Plus, there are 2 boys here that are looking to you for
clues on how they should act in a stressful situation.? Dan hand gestured
to the kids.

Dejected again, Jan was not having a good day. The four entered the small
office, greeted by a thick plastic window. ?Can I help?? They were given a
lukewarm welcome from the middle aged woman behind a seemingly impenetrable
wall.

In support, Dan placed a hand on Jans shoulder. ?Calm.? he whispered.

?You towed my car from Walgreens, how do I get it back?? She took a breath,
?Please.?

The stocky receptionist grabbed at the new arrivals paperwork. ?$87 for the
tow, and you will get a citation in the mail, you can pay that at county
hall, details will be on the back.? She recited the information
matter-of-factly.

?What!? Jans voice rose. ?I can?t...? Dan stopped her cold. With a hand in
front, the burly man handed over plastic. ?Thank you, that is very
reasonallbe, considering.? Dan was starting to lose patience with his new
aquaintance.

?Ma?am, you can meet Randy around the side compound to get your vehicle?
She said, taking the credit card from Dan.

Handing the card reader over, she spoke up again. ?Thank you, and I heard
everything you said outside, it?s nice to see a real man taking an interest
in what his kids are seeing and making sure they are raised aware.? Dan
smiled his gratitude for the kind words.

Jan pulled her aged car into the front lot along side Dan?s. She certainly
seemed a lot calmer now she had her 12 year old pride and joy back.  That
is until it clicked. ?OMG, now I?m going to be late for work and I still
have to get Sammy to soccer.? Sammy picked up on the mention of soccer and
jumped in his mommy?s car to grab his bag.

?And we still havn?t had lunch.? Jans stress level returned. Jeez, this
woman was turning out to be something.

?Mommy, Dan can take us to soccer so you won?t be late for work.? Sammy
bounced, his idea was so good in his mind. ?Right?? His eyes pleaded with
Dan.

Tom took Dan?s hand in his. Both Jan and Sammy noticed and immediately look
at each other. ?I don?t think your mother is going to agree to that Sammy.?
Dan had noticed the two looking at each other like something really bad was
happening. Little did he know his interpretation was off 180 degrees.

?Well.? Jan stuttered. ?It?s obvious Tom trusts you. He never interacts
with people. So you are either the nicest person and gained Toms trust
or...? Her words trailed off.

?Come on lets go, I don?t want to miss soccer.? An excited Sammy jumped in
the back seat of Dans car. ?Here?s my number, text me yours later and we
can sort things out. I owe you big time, and $87.? She giggled the last
part walking away.

Getting back in his car, ?seatbelts please, boys.? He commanded. Sammy puts
on right away. Tom sat still, looking forward, unphased by the request.

?You might have to do Tom?s belt, if you didn?t pick it up yet, my brother
is a little slow with some stuff. But he is the best big brother ever.?
Sammy explained with pride.

Dan reached over Tom and fastened the cute boys belt. ?So, Sammy, where are
we going for your soccer practice?? The words strained out as Dan twisted
his torso back in place. Tom offering a big toothy smile as payment for
services rendered.

?It?s a game not a practice, silly.? Sammy went on to give the location of
the sports field and where most parents park.

?Sammy, what did your mother mean by Tom must really trust me or....What?s
the or?? Dan asked, breaking the quiet of the drive.

?Well, I never know what my mom is thinking, buuuut... I think the ?or?
is... or you must have a big weiner.? Sam giggled the last part of his
statement. Snorting back when he said weiner.

Dan was shocked at what he heard. This little kid talking about
weiners. However, it did stir the pedorest in the man. His cock started to
thicken.

Dan pulled alongside a trailer owned by Sams coach. All their sporting
equipment had already been taken out and many people were helping to set up
the field.

Seat belt undone, Sam leaned forward. ?Don?t be upset, Tom likes big
ones. It?s just Tom.? Sitting back in the seat. ?He will talk in time, he
just has to get used to you.?

Speechless, Dan reached over unlatching Tom?s seat belt. He patted Toms
knee in the process. Toms little head turned to make eye contact. ?me too?
Dan silently lipped the words to Tom.

?Crap, I?m stuck.? Came from the back seat. Sammy was changing into his
soccer kit. Rather unsuccessfully at that. Bare chested and one leg out of
his jeans, Sam lay on his back. ?Well, don?t just stare, help!? Sammy
pleaded.

Tom looked on, the inward boy waiting to see what Dan would do. In no time
flat, Dan was outside, opened the back door and in one swoop Sammy?s jeans
were off. He was wearing just the most adorable little underpants. Blood
started to harden Dans cock. It didn?t go unnoticed by Tom.

Dan and Tom stood hand in hand throughout most of the uneventful
game. Although there were plenty of cute little things to look at, Dan kept
a keen eye on sweet Sammy.

On the odd occasion, Dan would try to start conversation with Tom, to no
avail.  Then, out of the blue, Tom pointed to Sam ?8? He said in a
monophonic high pitched voice.

?Pardon?? Dan looked down to the boy.

Tom pointed to Sammy running past, ?8?, He repeated, then pointing a skinny
finger back to his own chest, ?9?. And that was it, Tom went back to
watching the game. Quite happy with himself, he made a mental move towards
accepting Dan.  Having earlier seen the bulge in Dan?s pants had sparked
enough desire in Tom to move things forward.

As the scoreless game entered the final two minutes, little Sammy had the
ball, finding a gap in the opponent?s defense he made a break for it. Half
slipping, Sam kicked at the ball with all his inner might.

Hands flew in the air, cheers and shout of glee broke the quiet midday
air. Sammy scored. As it turned out, it would be the only goal of the match
and Sammy would end up the hero of the day.

Dan in all his pleasure seeing the boy score, quickly, and quicker than
anyone else, realized Sammy was on the grass clutching his leg. Faster than
he had moved in years, Dan kneeled on the field at Sammy?s side. Tom had
followed and stood quietly watching. More data was being collected in his
unusual brain.

Sammy was hurt, crying, in fact. Slow faint sobs. ?Sorry coach.? Sammy
looked to the grass.

?Dude, why are you sorry, you scored and the ref has called the game. We
won.? Coach blabbered on.

Sammy had not seen the ball go in the net. He figured, based on his clumsy
footwork and obvious injury that he would have missed. ?Honestly, it went
it??

Coach busied himself with an icepack and cursory check of the young soccer
star?s leg, ankle and foot. ?Nothing broke, but it might hurt for a few
days, keep the ice pack on it.? His basic findings and instruction heard
and understood. ?Who are you here with? I didn?t see your mom.? Coach
inquired of a prone Sammy clutching the iced down ankle.

Tom pointed to Dan, ?Dad?, he declared.

Game over, Injury attended to, the boys were back in the car while Dan and
Coach could be seen at the back of the trailer.

?Tom, earlier, did you say, Dan or Dad? ?Cus it sounded like Dad.? Sammy
asked as he leant over the back of the leather seat, looking down at the
top of his big brothers head.

?Dad? was his simple response.

?I thought so, but why?? Sammy asked, toying with the big boy, he already
had a witty come back prepared.

?I want a Dad? His words weren?t desperate nor heated, just meaningful in
their intent.

Sammy?s prepared wit was released. ?Oh, did you say you wanted a Dad or a
Dick.? Sammy laughed, so pleased with himself.

Tom slowly turned his head, it was like something out of a horror film. He
slowly looked up to his little brother, smiled and nodded his head. Both
boys knew he was saying yes to both. Poor unsuspecting Dan, what was he in
for.

Coach had collard Dan, partly to discuss his star player?s injury, mostly
to talk about a more sensitive issue.

?Your wife gave me a check to pay for Sam?s membership, thing is, the bank
declined it.? Coach was embarrassed to have to bring up money matters, but
youth sport is under-funded and every penny is important.

Dan apologized for the situation and handed over the cash. Not being
bothered to correct Coach about the wife comment. He was happy to have this
time with the boys, even if it meant he had now forked over more than $100
and still had to take the boys out to eat.

Had to, huh, who was he kidding, he wanted to and he knew it. So did not so
little Dan.

Back in the car, everyone with seatbelts on. ?Are we hungry?? Asked a
knowing Dan.

Tom just nodded his head, but Sammy piped up. ?Yes, lets get weiners.? The
boy feeling he had just said the funniest thing ever fell to his side
laughing and slapping the expensive interior. ?Ow, my ankle, crap that
hurt.? Sammy winced in pain.

?Serves you right, boy.? Dan offered. Followed by. ?But are you ok?? His
heart really wasn?t into hearing a child in pain.

After a rather uneventful fast-food-feeding Sammy declared he was still in
pain, a lot of pain. Dan, not wanting to go to the local hospital and have
to explain why had these two tow-rags in his care, opted for a simpler
solution.

After a quick phone call, ?Next stop, the Doctors.? He declared.

Dr. Jack was a long time family friend of Dans. After a rather quick
examination, Dr. Jack returned with Sammy declaring a simple but painful
sprain. ?Nothing more than an ice-pack on the ankle. No pain killers as I
don?t know his history, give him one of these before bed.? The doc handed
two anti inflammation pills. ?If there is still swelling in the morning,
give him the other. If you have any other concerns, bring him back.? Dan
was nodding his understanding. ?You did the right thing bringing him to me
Dan, can?t be complacent when it comes to your children?s health.?

Dr. Jack placed his hand on the back of Dan?s shoulder and guided him out
of earshot of the boys. ?Dan, you are aware that the older boy has
developemental issues, right?? He questioned his long time friend.

?Sure, what?s that got to do with anything?? He responded, almost hurt. Did
his friend think he was to daft too notice, or not man enough to deal with
it.

?I?m sure you are in love with their mother, just make sure you know the
long term will require a lot of hard work, kids like him have attachment
issues, it won?t be an easy ride.? Dr. Jack wanted to ensure his friend was
well armed with knowledge.

Back in the car and on the road to nowhere in particular, ?Where now?? Dan
asked the boys.

?Dr. said I had to go home and rest for two days. So your house now, I
guess.? Replied Sammy. Although he knew it was his brother?s desire to be
with Dan, Sammy was starting to warm to the idea of having a dad, even if
it only lasted the day.

Dan could sense how dangerous this could be, he was not prepared for the
kids at home. But the boy was right, he needed to rest that ankle and it
was doctors orders. But he still had to explain this part of the day to the
boy?s mother.?SHIT!? he thought to himself. He clear forgot to text Jan.

At Dan?s house, the boys rested on separate couches. Tom quietly takes in
his new surroundings, inwardly pleased with what he was seeing, a sense of
belonging grows from within.

Dan elevated Sammy?s poorly leg on a side cushion. As his little legs
separated, Dan got a good look up the wide leg of the boys oversized soccer
shorts. Those cute little undies came back into view. In response, Dans
cock started to swell once again.

Dan excused himself, saying he just needed to go get changed. Little did he
know, Sammy had spotted the tell tale sign of the man?s erection. Craning
his neck, Sammy looked over to his brother, who had been watching
everything. With a flick of his eyes in the direction Dan walked, he told
his bro, ?Go on, Tom, you might not get another chance to see it.?

Tom waited, counting in his head, at 10, and 10 for no real reason other
than it seemed a good number to count to, he got up and slowly went in
pursuit of Dan.

Without knocking, Tom opened the mans bedroom door and walked in
unheard. The sight of Dan?s big naked muscular butt filled Toms
vision. Mental pictures were being captured in his young mind.

Tom also noticed Dan?s right arm was making all the correct movements he
associated with jerking off. The lad may only have limited knowled and less
experience, but he knew full well what Dan?s actions indicated

Tom, in his simple way, wanted to get a better look at Dan, a frontal
view. As such, he slowly crept around Dan, not in a creepy way, just in
Tom?s unusual way.

Dan was close when he looked up and saw Tom, wide eyed and smiling, the boy
had never seen such a lovely big cock in all his days. And now he was
seeing that big cock fire a continuous spray of man milk. Dan couldn?t help
it, seeing Tom is watching him masturbate drove him over the edge. He
grunted and groaned as a massive orgasim rocked every muscle in his
body. Dan stood there, recovering from his sexual high.

Tom was taking it all in, the cock, balls, sperm... His eyes darted from
one to the other. His own little rod was stiff as a board as his hand holds
and squeezes the shape through his jeans.

Having caught his breath, Dan reached over to the dresser to get a
tissue. Cum was everywhere and he needed to clean up.

With Dan preoccupied, Tom reached his hand out and scooped up a small batch
of Dan?s cum from a drawer front on the dresser. The studdly man noticed
Toms action, declining to challenge the youngster.

Tom raised his fingers to his nose taking in a lung full of the smelly
goop, followed closely by a healthy tasting. The 9 year old cleaned his
fingers, his tongue lapping up the sticky delicious cum.

?More?? Dan offered in a hushed voice. His eyes, giving indication towards
his now semi erect cock.

Simple little Tom smiled and went down on Dan?s long hefty cock. For a boy
that lived his life in slow motion, he became the most animated Dan had
ever seen him. The boy bobbed his head up and down the now hardening cock,
his right hand jerking the man back to steel hardness while his small
fingers played with the mans heavy balls.

With a lightning trigger, Dan blew his second load in Toms mouth. A much
smaller load, but none the less tasty for Tom.

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