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How
to Tame
an
Orange
2
A story by Danny
To read more stories by Danny go to the Nifty prolific
authors section HERE.
Part 1
When Seth had run back to the car, I leaned across
and pushed the passenger door open so that he could climb back in while still
clutching the cardboard box. He was out of breath and panting hard but smiling
wickedly.
"Oh you liked that huh?" I asked with my own
smile.
Ignoring my question, he spoke through gasps of
air, "Someone... almost... saw me... but I ran... way fast!
With that bit of news I threw the car into drive
and drove away just in case someone had not only seen him, but recognized him
and or saw him jumping, naked, into my vehicle.
He held the box up a little from his naked lap and
announced with a bit of pride, "I got everything!"
"Not everything!" I countered as I glanced his
way.
He looked puzzled but I didn't expound at all.
He then asked, "Did I make it in time? Was I late?
Are you still mad? TALK TO ME!"
He screamed that last part out with excitement and,
god help me, I smiled, which seemed to make him smile too.
I was surprised he hadn't asked for his shorts
back or where we were going until we'd rode for over ten minutes. While I was
driving, he replayed the entire streaking event in exacting detail. It took him
longer to tell what happen than it did for him to actually do it.
Finally he went quiet for several seconds and then
came the question I had been waiting for. "Where are we going?"
Again I remained silent.
I kept stealing glances his way and noticed that
he was becoming increasingly uneasy as his fingers drummed the side of the box.
We left the suburbs and entered a more rural area.
Well it looked more rural to a boy like Seth who spent his eleven years in the
suburbs. Actually I was taking us to the Oak Valley nature reserve. It is a
place I had heard about online where a lot of gay men cruise in their cars for
other gays. I'd visited it a couple times but didn't hook up with anyone. However,
I did notice that one part of the reserve didn't get much traffic at all
because it was where the boat dock used to be. It was very neglected and
overgrown.
There wasn't a single car to be seen as I pulled
into the nature reserve, which seemed to concern Seth greatly. I'm sure in his
little brain, he was imaging I was going to bury him alive in the woods or
something equally hellish.
I drove to the old boat dock area, parked, but did
not turn off the engine.
"W-w-why are we here?" He asked, unable to hide
his concern.
"You are going to take that stuff up over that
ridge to the river and toss that stuff in." I instructed.
He looked out through the windows and asked, "Can
I put my shorts..."
I stopped him before he could finish, "Absolutely
not!"
His eyes appeared concerned and thrilled at the same
time.
"You have exactly sixty seconds to run up there,
toss everything into the river and then get back in this car. If you are even
one second late, I'll leave you here naked and alone!"
Now, I had no intention of leaving the little
beast but my little lie worked because his eyes opened wide with fear.
I held up my cell phone and showed him the time,
"Starting now!"
He threw open the car door and took off running. I
leaned over and pulled the passenger door shut. Then I put the car into gear,
but kept my foot on the break. As soon as Seth reached the top of the ridge and
disappeared over the other side, I let off on the break and drove to the far
side of the reserve.
When I turned the car to watch him coming back, I
could already see him running my way and he was really covering ground fast. It
wasn't until he was still about a hundred feet from the car that I saw he was
crying. I held my phone out the window and said, "Sorry, you didn't make it to
the car in time! Bye!"
As I began to pull away he screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
I locked the doors, rolled my window back up and
drove out of the reserve leaving him behind. I didn't go far at all. Actually I
only went far enough to be able to turn around. However, when I returned he was
nowhere to be seen. Obviously he was hiding, and sure enough, as soon as I
brought the car to a stop, he came out from behind a large tree and made a dash
for the car. He reached the passenger door and tried to open it as tears and snot
flowed freely.
"OPEN THE DOOR!" he screamed.
"WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD?" I shouted so that he
could hear me through the glass.
"PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" he answered.
"I THINK THERE SHOULD BE A SIR IN THERE
SOMEWHERE." I said with an evil grin.
He looked around before saying, "SIR, PLEASE SIR,
OPEN THE DOOR SIR, PLEASE!"
I cracked the window so that I didn't have to
shout anymore.
"Why shouldn't I leave you here to die or be eaten
by bears or wolves or coyotes?"
That seemed to freak him out more than anything
else because he began to pound on the glass and beg me not to leave him there.
I finally relented and pressed the button to
unlock the doors. He pulled open the door and jumped in, still sobbing and
snotting all over himself. His entire body was heaving and shaking.
"What do you say?" I asked.
"Th-th-thank you." He answered as a large snot
bubble formed and popped.
"For what?" I asked.
He huffed and tried to rein in his crying, but
with little success.
"For n-n-not l-leaving me sir!" he blubbered.
I started to lean over to reach into the glove box
for a napkin, but stopped when he flinched and began begging, "Please don't
make me get out again! I-I'll be good! I won't tell anyone ever about you! I
promise!"
I had to force myself not to smile, knowing I'd broken
his little spirit. However, I was sure it wouldn't take him too long to
recover. I'd probably have to break him again and again before he got it
permanently into his head that I was in charge now.
I retrieved a hand full of fast food napkins from
the glove box and handed them to the sweat, snot and tear covered boy.
"Clean yourself up." I ordered.
I started back out of the reserve, toward home,
and then had another idea. I waited for him to calm down and clean himself up
before I said, "Take my cock out and suck it!"
He hesitated for less than a second before he
pulled himself up onto the seat in a kneeling position and began to unzip my
fly.
"Get your ass down!" I barked because he had it
sticking up where anyone could see it.
He obeyed quickly and pulled my cock out which was
only half engorged as it hadn't yet fully recovered from earlier. However, he
quickly got me completely hard with his hot little mouth and watching his naked
back as he bobbed on my shaft.
TO BE
CONTINUED