Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 12:17:33 +1300 From: DD Wilson Subject: The Gay Car part one This is my second story I have written. It has developed a life of its own and is now longer than planned. It is about a family unit made up of two men, twin bisexual boys and two gay boys and how the family is formed and how it develops. The main narrator of the story is an old man. I have tried to add a little humour. Each chapter starts with a soliloquy. If you're looking for wank material, this isn't it. This is completely fiction. Any relations to real or dead people, organisations and objects is completely coincidental. The car is completely fictitious and the paint work as described is not possible. The name of the church has been chosen to be as unlikely as possible it is to be any real church. If you're under age, or are offended by male intimacy, or if it is illegal for you to read this material, please leave. I retain the ownership of this story. Please don't publish it without my consent. Please donate to Nifty! You may contact me at wilsonddwilsondd@gmail.com The Gay Car Chapter 1 Fred I have always done the sensible thing. I qualified as an account, married the girl from next door, paid off the mortgage, and looked after my wife when she became ill. I always did the right thing and never the exciting thing. The change in my life began when I decided, only once, not to do the sensible thing and do something only because I wanted to. I brought a 1970 Mercedes convertible sports car. The car was advertised as fully restored, and the price reduced for a quick sale. The reason it was hard to sell was the paint work. It had a rainbow stripe down the side that just screamed, " I am gay." I thought that it looked good and did not want to change the paint but also did not want to tell the world that I was gay especially as I don't think that any gay man would consider me gay enough to be bothered with me. A surprising number of woman and a few men would stop and talk about the car . ****************** One day the god for gay men must have noticed me. A man stopped to talk about the car. He was not the type of young guy that I liked to look at but there was some quality about him that made me tingle and stretch my underwear and I was glad that I was wearing jeans that would let my excitement show. "That paint work is distinctive," He said. "I am not sure that I like it or not. That was the reason I got it cheep." "Well if you want to sell, I might buy it." "Are you sure that it is the right image for a smart young fellow like you. It was made before you were born." "Thanks for the complement, I am a little older than the car." "You don't look it. And you dress like a smart young man who would match the car," and I looked at his bulge. "Thanks for another complement. Are you sure that you are not trying to pick me up." "Yes, why not, you are hot, sorry for being a creepy old man." "You are not too bad yourself, but I am not gay, I have never done any gay stuff." "I am the same but since my wife died I need something different." "How about letting me see what the car is like to drive and come back to my place and talk about it." He drove my car back to his house, about 5 minutes away and asked me to come inside. "I am Andy and you are?" "I am Fred." "My boys will need a car soon and they will love it. Do you have a price in mind. I will have to pay for a paint job. I will pay you what you paid if you do want to sell," Andy said. "Lets get to know each other first and then decide." "Do you mean gay stuff, Fred, I could manage a hand job but that is the limit." "Sound good to me." Andy let me take off his shirt and lifted himself up so I could slide his trousers off. His boner escaped and sprung up. He was six and a half inches and very hard. A new and compelling feeling came over me, I had to make him cum. I could not stop myself, I slipped down onto my knees and went to place my mouth over his beautiful cut cock. "No Fred, hand job only and come into the bedroom and get your gear off." We lay on his bed and I was fourteen again lying on a beach with a boy and he had taken my hand and placed it on his boner and for a few glorious second I had felt, through his thin shorts his manliness throb in my hand and then my caution made me pull my hand away. I had not let myself think of this for forty years. I could feel his hardness and yet it was soft to the touch and the silky smooth feel of his glans. I could feel him throb as I moved my hand. I wanted to make him cum but I wanted this moment to last forever. I sensed the tension rising and Andy's body thrust upwards and he came. I had satisfied his manhood! I felt the pleasant pain in my glans and Andy's hand moving, my body took over and I blew as if I was fourteen again. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms and dozed. I will never see Andy as a mature man again, he will always be in my eyes a handsome young man just out of his teens. Andy woke first and woke me by gently stroking my chest. "If you are going to stay the night we had better put your car in the spare garage. We will have to move some stuff. It will not take long. And then we could walk down the road to the Indian restaurant. It is quite good." "I will like that." I stayed the next six day with Andy. It was the most enjoyable holiday I have ever had. Each day we went to a different place and every night we enjoyed our simple pleasures. One day was special. We drove in my car to a beach twenty miles north of here. I noticed two car following us and when we parked both car pulled in next to us. Two young guys came over and one said, "I know the previous owner, He was so proud of that paint job. I will have to tell him that you have not repainted it. He is back home now, his overseas job did not work out, and he is sorry that he sold it." They were openly gay and completely at ease. From the other car an older woman was watching and then she came over to me and said quietly, "My son and his friend are gay. It is good for them to see some men that have accepted being gay. They are the only gay boys where we live. Will you join us down at the beach." The two boys and the two guys enjoyed the beach and sea, playing together like kids. The adults enjoyed each other company as well. For a few hours it was as if we were one family. It was a very happy day. We exchanged e-mail address and said we will get together again. Andy had twin sons who were almost sixteen and staying with their mother. He had divorced his wife after she joined an extreme church that went by the long winded name of, The Church of the Prophet Moses and the son of God, Jesus Christ. The court had ruled that his sons had to spend thirty days a year with their mother. They hated it but the lawyer said if they did not go the court might make a worse arrangement. Andy told me about his sons who were the whole of his life. He told me about their schooling, their sports, their girlfriends, their boyfriends who may have been more that friends, their hobbies, what they liked to eat and what they liked to wear. I think that they were his only reason for living. At the end of the week I felt that I knew them. I was sad, but I knew that Andy did not want me to be part of their family. His sons were more important to him than any wanking buddy so I would have to go home. I did want to meet his twins so we arrange to have an apparently accidental meeting down by the beach where I had first met Andy. I parked and waited for Andy and his twins to walk down to the beach. Andy came up to me and said, "That paint work is distinctive." "I am not sure that I like it or not. That was the reason I got it cheep." I looked over to his sons who were thin gangly boys. They were in a very animated whispered conversation and then one stepped forward and said, "I am Peter, this is my brother Paul, our friend call us Pee when they cannot tell who is who," and put his hand on his zip and slid it up and down and laughed. "Are you out for an evening walk, we are, would you like to come." "I am Fred, yes I am out for a walk." We walked along the beach with the twins well ahead of us and they continued their animated conversation. "Do you like my sons?" "Peter is quite the extrovert. Is he always the spokesman." "Yes, But how do you like them!" "If you are asking, do I find them hot then the answer is a definite, no. I don't like boys that age that way. Give them a few years and it will be different." "Good, that is the answer I wanted to hear." We walked along the beach until we came to a seat. The twins looked back and then returned and sat on the wall opposite from us. Peter had prepared a speech, "Dad, we will have to have a little talk. We are rather disappointed that you had Fred stay for six night and did not tell us. We are a loving family and hoped you would have told us that you are gay. We are not happy that you have a friend who we have not met, and is so much older than you. Dad, you still look good and we would rather you had some hot young guy, and we hope that you both love each other, and it is not just lust. We love you dad, and we will try to support you as life can be difficult when you are gay. We really don't mind and it will be fun to have two fathers. But you do have to be careful, there are some men out there that may take advantage of you and tomorrow I will get you a pamphlet on safe sex." "How did you find out?" "A friend told us that there was a sports car with a stripe down the side parked in our garage and even through you had moved the junk back you had not cleaned up a few drops of oil on the floor. When we saw Fred's car we knew." "Now, Fred, if you do anything to hurt our father, anything at all, we will make the rest of your life hell. We are under age, and who is going to believe you! Do you get the idea. But if you make dad happy and we like you we will be nice to you and may be very nice sometimes." While we were walking back to the car, Pee, I didn't know which one, put his arm around my waist. I moved away from him and he said, "Don't you like me, or are you not gay at all and conning dad." "I am gay and I do have the hots for your father." Pee moved close to me again and put his arm around my waist and I put my arm around his shoulders. He said, "Are you staying tonight." "No, tonight is for your family to adjust to this new situation." "I am sorry, dad will just have to have a long shower in the morning." The next day Paul rang me and asked, "Will you come tonight and we will eat at the Indian place and you can stay the night. Dad won't have to take a long shower in the morning." I arrived after Andy returned from work and he took me into the bedroom, "Look in that bag, Peter got it from the school nurse. It is a shock. I don't know if I am angry or to thank him." I looked and it contained condoms, lube and a pamphlet on anal sex and another on protection from STD and HIV. "His intention were good so don't be angry." We walked down to the restaurant and had a good meal and in the evening I helped the twin with their maths homework. I think they actually realised I could be some use. At bed time Andy and I had a shower together and were primed for fun in bed. We came out with towels wrapped around our middles. The twin were waiting. One twin grabbed my towel and looked and said, "That's a little one." The other twin said, "Are you going to try anal, and grabbed his fathers towel, can we watch." We pushed our way into the bedroom and we had shrunk as if we had been swimming in the Arctic. We cuddled in bed but there was no way we could get hard again. I suggested, "What about we make some noise and talk like the sound track of a porn film and then tell them it was all a show for them." "Okay. That will be fun. Get your legs up." "Hell that hurts." "I'm in now." "I know, it just feels like a big hard shit that has got stuck." "No shit goes in and out like this." "Oh ooo that feels good." "You're tight, feels good, better than my wife." "Drive it in hard." "Stop that twitching or I will cum." "I can't, it feels so good." "I can't hold it, I'm cumming, oh fuc...." Andy whispered, "I'll go and see if they liked the show." He was back in a flash. "They are doing a 69. It's wrong, but hell, seeing that has turned me on." "Put a condom on, plenty of lube, lie on your back and we will do it for real. No noise." I lowered my self down on his throbbing pole. There was only a twinge of pain and then I started bouncing up and down. It was a new sensation. It was marvellous sensation. I could feel every inch of him inside me. I could feel him throbbing. I could feel him expand and explode. It was over. I had dribbled my load over his stomach. It had not lasted long. We collapse and hugged each other in the after glow and were happy and contented. The twins rushed in, turned the light on, and jumped into bed, one on each side. They were naked and half hard. "Did you enjoy it? Was it hard to get it in? Did it hurt much? Who was the bottom? Does it feel good? Was it better than a girl? Was he very tight? Did you both cum?" This was too much, I said, "You boys get out, get your selves covered up and decent and go and sit in the lounge. I have something to say to you, If you don't like it I don't care. Then I am going home." I dressed and went out to speak to the boys, "In that speech you gave you said you loved your father. Treating us like your own private porn show is not a way to show love for your father. Would you have done what you did tonight if your father had a girlfriends. No. Would you have liked it when you first started wanking if he had asked to watch. No. Would you have liked it if he asked if you liked playing with each other. No. Sex is a private thing, you think sex is only entertainment. What makes you think that just because your father has a boyfriend you can behave like you did tonight. Your father is struggling to understand his gay side. Your attitude is just nasty. I love your father, I hope he loves me a little, but I do not love his sons and that is why I am going home and you won't see me again." "Please don't go. We are sorry. We should not have done that. Dad said there was something special about you. If you go dad won't forgive us. Please give us another chance." "I will stay till the morning and I will come to visit but I will not stay overnight if you are in the house. Now go to bed." Andy apologised for his son but it was too much to excuse. I found a blanket and lay down in a spare bedroom until dawn and left just as the household was waking up. Andy rang the next day to apologise again for his son's behaviour. He suggested that it might help if they met the two gay guys and the two boys we had met at the beach north of hear, and would I come if he could arrange it. It will have to be this weekend as they go to their mother's next weekend. I drove up to the beach by myself. I was not going to be exposed to either of the twin for half an hour. I parked next to the other guy's car and a young guy who I did not know rushed over to my car and started patting the bonnet. And whispered "My poor dear he's not keeping you clean." He bent over and kissed the centre of the bonnet, and then went to the back of the car and started rubbing himself on the boot lid. He turned to me and said, "Please, will you sell her back to me." "Yes, I cannot say no to someone that loves the car the way you do," and I gave his very conspicuous bugle a quick tap. "Thank you, Thank you," and he wrapped his arm around me, squashing me in a bear hug. It was a pleasant day at the beach but I don't think that anything was said that could improve the twins attitude. It may have made it worse. The four teenage boys disappeared for an hour and I don't believe that they just went for a walk. Chapter 2 Peter It was not a surprise that dad was gay. We had seen him checking out one of our friends who wears skinny jeans and has a big package. What was a surprise was that dad fell for a man ten years older than himself with a small package. I like Fred and Paul also likes him. I feel ashamed of our behaviour when he almost stayed the night. True it was my idea to pull their towels off. I did not think it was a big deal. I have seen dad hard before and he has seen me a couple of time. It was Paul's idea to ask how they liked anal. That was a bit off. I am pleased that dad persuaded Fred to come around in the evenings. He is quite fun, he has a quirky sense of humour and can turn the most innocent remark into something sexy. He is useful too, he can explain maths better than any teacher we have had. I hope he has found our behaviour better and likes us. I am sure that Fred does not want to do anything sexy with us. It is more like he wants to be our mother and I would rather have him as a mother than the one we have got. I think I understand why he found what we did was offensive. This weekend we have to go to mum's and get another dose of her church. There is nothing to do there. She always makes us do the house work and she takes us grocery shopping. She does not know what fun is. We did hang out with the boy next door and his friend. Bruce and Brad were good friends, until about three mouths ago but now they never go to each others homes, but if they meet in the street they look at each other like Romeo and Romeo. When we had to read that play I though that it would have been better if it had been Romeo and Romeo. They are good church members so can't be gay. ************** Mum took us to the supermarket first thing Saturday morning. While we were in the car park Paul spotted Fred's car. "That's odd I expected Fred was with dad." "Hello Pee and Pee, Like how she looks now she is polished." "Did Fred sell it." "Yes, I brought it last Thursday." "He didn't tell us he was selling it so quickly." "Come on boys, no time to talk," mum said, and herded us down the street. "Who was that? He looked like a sodomite." "He is just a man who brought Fred's car." "Who is Fred." "Fred is a good friend of dads." "Did this Fred own that car?" "Yes." "Does this Fred stay overnight at your father's house?" "Not when we are home." "Is Fred a sodomite too?" "I don't know, what is a sodomite?" Mum looked up into the sky and said "Praise the lord that your innocence has been preserved." Mum delivered us to the house and said that she would be back in an hour and expected us to put the shopping away, make our beds, clean the bathroom and put the vacuum over the floor. When she returned she told us we had to go at 2 o'clock to the church hall to shift chairs. We asked if we could go and hang out with Bruce next door until lunch time and she said yes. Bruce took us to the back of the garden and we talked about school and stuff and then Paul asked, "What is a sodomite?" Bruce turned red and answered, "Why do you want to know?" "Mum asked if a good friend of dads is a sodomite." "It is a nasty old word for gay. You know what gay means?" "Yes, boys that have fun together." "No. It is boys that have sex together. Does that shock you?" "No. Why should it. It is fun. It is better than by yourself." Bruce was shocked and said, "Never, never let The Reverend or any one that may tell the elders hear you say that. They will kill you. Is this friend of your father's gay?" "Yes." "You must never tell any one in the church what you have told me. And promise me that you will never tell any one that you told me. I think that you better go home but remember if you ever have to discuss this stuff, I am your friend and I will try to help." "Will we see you this afternoon at the hall." "No, they have not asked me." "We walked out to the street and Paul asked, "What was that all about?" "They think gays are sinners just like anything that is fun is sin." We walked down to the church hall and we were the only boys there. It was a bit unfair that only two of us had to move all the chairs. I asked the elder why only two of us. "We have something different planned for you two sons of a sodomite." They grabbed us and half lifted and half dragged us into a store room. There was nothing two skinny boys could do to stop four big men. There was a gym mat in the centre of the floor and ropes and pulleys attached to the wall and ceiling and two cameras on tripods. Two of the elders flipped Paul upside down and pulled his shorts off. The Reverend attached ropes to his feet and hands and tightened the ropes so he was resting on his shoulders with his arms pulled behind his head, his buttocks up in the air, and legs tied to ceiling ropes and spread apart. The Reverend put a mushroom shaped thing in his mouth. They pushed my shorts down, attached ropes to my hands and feet and a sling behind my buttocks. They tightened the ropes, pushed me down on to my knees and I landed just behind Paul's buttocks. Two of the elders left the room. The Reverend roared, "We are now going to cure you of sodomy you two sons of a sodomite. May god forgive your sins." The other elder keeled down behind a video camera. The elder behind me rubbed my cock with ointment that made it feel hot and it had a mind of its own and got hard. He pushed it down to rest on Paul's ass hole and shoved me forward. It went in. It was tight. The ropes tightened, he pushed me again and it went all the way in. Paul blew the thing out of his mouth and screamed. A blood curdling scream. The Reverend reached for the gag and dropped a rope. Paul's hands came free and he drove his elbow into The Reverends throat. He collapsed onto the ground and made gurgling noises. All the ropes went slack and I rolled over and drove my feet as hard as I could into the elder's balls. He flew back, hit the wall and lay there moaning. Paul jumped up and drove the camera into the other elder's face. He sat down with his hands over his eyes. We undid the ropes, grabbed our shorts, run into the hall, hit the bar on the fire escape door, run outside, vaulted a fence and we were on the side of the motorway that runs behind the church. Two of the elders were not far behind. It is not every day you see two boy running like hell down the side of a motorway with no shorts on. The god that looks after gay boys must have been watching. A police car pulled up with flashing lights and siren blearing. Paul grabbed the back door, "Open the door, get us out of here, come on open the door." The door came open and we dived in to the back seat. I looked back and the two elders were struggling to climb back over the fence. A police woman turned around and asked, "Now boys, what is this all about?" "They made me rape Paul." "Who made you do this?" "The Reverend and one of the elders." "How did you escape?" "Paul hit The Reverend in the throat and I kicked the other in the balls, sorry his privates." "You can kill a man like that. Was he alive? Where did this happen?" "In the church hall. The one I kicked was alive the other was making gurgling noises." "That is the Mosses and Christ Church?" "Yes." "Now stop cuddling and put your shorts on and do up your seat belts. We will take you to the station and hold you until we can verify this." She then started explaining it over the radio. We were put into a room and a very old cop asked question about every detail and wrote it all down. As he was leaving he said, "That is all we need to know. You poor innocent boys the world can be a nasty place." He came back with two cans of drink, some potato chips and a bar of chocolate. He must have raided the cafeteria vending machine.