aDate: Sat, 30 Jul 2022 01:19:00 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
TSubject: Tool Time complete

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Tool Time
(Mm)
Lizard69

	There!  He did it again.  It wasn't just my imagination or me
crowding in to see what he was working on.  He wasn't accidentally brushing
up against me.  And that wasn't a tool in his pocket bumping into my lower
back, at least not a shop tool.

	If we were anywhere close to the same size it would have been
pressing against my ass.  Not that he was really that big or even so old.
I was a spindly kid, still getting used to the idea of officially be a
teenager.  He was just over thirty, making him an old guy in my mind though
I'm pretty sure he'd laugh if I called him one.  A little too short for
basketball and not heavy enough for football, he told me he'd been a
wrestler back in high school.

	I hadn't got that far yet but it looked like chess club was going
to be a better fit.  I wasn't exactly girly.  At least nobody was hitting
on me.  If you took the half dozen skinniest tomboys in my class and lumped
me in with them for a beauty contest, I might make it to second runner up.
But then, nobody was hitting on them either, or at least that's what I
thought.  Bill was starting to get a little strange often enough that this
wasn't exactly a surprise.  The big question was what I should do about it.

	"Uh, Bill?"

	"Yeah?"

	"There's something I need to ask you, it's kind of weird so try not
to get upset.  Ok?"

	"Uh-huh."

	"There's this guy I know, not really a friend, I don't know him
that well, but we sort of hang out together."

	"Yeah?  What about him?"

	"You know that guys jerk off, right?  I mean they spend more time
talking about the weather but it's like wind blows, rain falls, and guys
jerk off, it's part of nature.  Most guys will think about some girl, and
the stuff they'd like to be doing with her.  I guess that's a little
creepy, but it's a guy thing."

	"Yeah, that's pretty much how it is."

	"Ok, some guys go way past that.  They're like, total perverts.
Instead of the woman next door, they're thinking about her kid, and the
things they would do if they were sure the kid wouldn't tell.  Sometimes,
the kid isn't even a girl."

	Bill didn't pull away, or say anything, just stood there like he
couldn't decide whether to run or die.  I was starting to think this was a
really bad idea.  That would have been a real good time to shut up and let
it all go away.  Instead it was like my mouth had it's own ideas, or maybe
was just spilling out whatever passed through my head.

	"I'm pretty sure this guy I know is thinking about me sometimes,
when he's jacking off.  That's kind of messed up, but as long as he's not
doing anything to me, it's not my problem.  My problem is different.  I was
looking at this girl in one of my classes, not actually trying to imagine
her naked, they seem to know when a guy is doing that.  So I'm just
looking, wondering if she'd blow up if she knew what I was going to do when
I got home.  That got me thinking about the guy.  Was he waiting for me to
get home?  Was he already doing it?  I mean, it's not like it really
matters where I'm at.  Did I even want to know what he was doing or what he
was thinking about while he did it?"

	"Uh.  And?  Do I...  Do I know this guy?"

	"Ya think?  This is getting really sick and maybe I'm some kind of
pervo too but, yeah, I want to know at least a little more about it.  Are
you really thinking about doing stuff to me sometimes?  What kind of stuff,
exactly?  I had sex ed in school and they spent more time talking about gay
than girls but they kind of avoided the details.  That's not something you
can ask in front of the other kids.  Are you gay?  Weren't you married?"

	"Yeah.  I still date when I can find a woman worth the trouble.
That's getting pretty tough.  I can deal with a hot, young, woman acting
like her pussy is solid gold.  When she's thirty years old, thirty pounds
overweight, and has three kids, that attitude doesn't fly with me.  If you
were a girl I wouldn't get really interested until you got a little older.
A teenage tomboy is hotter than some lard ass trailer trash.  If all I'm
looking for is sex, well, you're cuter than some girls your age."

	"Uh... Thanks, I guess.  I thought it might be something like that.
The whole idea of like, *SEX*, with a guy is weird and creepy and makes me
a little sick.  But I know how to jerk off, and I'm thinking about sex like
a million times a day.  I wonder sometimes where I find the time to think
about anything else.  The whole idea of some kind of sex that I don't
*want* to think about is something new for me.  This is kind of creepy, and
life could get rough for me if anybody found out I even wanted to know, but
I have to ask.  When you think about having me do stuff, do I have to get,
like, completely naked?"

	"Sometimes.  It's usually hotter that way.  Especially if I'm
edging."

	"What's that?"

	"That's when you get close to cumming, then stop, and cool down for
a while before you start again.  It isn't easy, especially if you get
really close before you stop.  The closer you get, and the more times you
back off before you finish, the better it feels when you finally cum.  You
don't have to try it.  You don't have to do anything at all.  I could get
in big trouble for even talking about this stuff with you.  If you decide
to give it a try, and you're having trouble stopping, try to imagine
something shocking, like having somebody walk in on you."

	I saw Bill almost every day, just as a neighbor doing his own
stuff.  We didn't go places and do things.  He was restoring an old car in
his garage and let me ask a million questions while looking over his
shoulder and getting in his way.  I stayed away for a few days while I got
used to the idea of him thinking about me like that.  There was also the
edging thing.  Jacking off was still new for me.  I didn't have the time or
the privacy to do it as much as I wanted to.  I guess most guys start out
concentrating on how quick they can get to the finish.  The idea of doing
it, while trying not to get it done, was as unnatural as the idea of some
old guy wanting to do stuff with me.

	It wasn't unusual for me to get stiff when I couldn't do anything
about it.  All I had to do was think about my, "after school special", to
feel my Levi's getting tight.  It was almost certain to happen about half
way through my last class of the day.  Instead of trying to think of
something else, an effort that never worked anyway, I began going the other
direction, like, one step short of playing pocket pool.  If anyone noticed
me rushing for the bathroom as soon as I got home, they didn't comment.
Maybe because I was now taking a little longer instead of being back out in
a couple of minutes.

	Bill hadn't said anything about who I might imagine catching me in
the act.  Realizing that he might have got what he wanted the most, by
*not* asking for it, shut me down quicker than a cold shower.  When I got
going again I carried it through and discovered he was telling the truth.
That single interruption, a small delay, turned what was rapidly becoming
simple relief into an event.  Maybe not the best, at that point I still
didn't have a lot to compare it with.  It was noticeably better than
average.  There was also something else, something not so nice.

	Dad hadn't given me, "the talk", yet and it looked like he was
counting on sex ed at school to cover what I needed to know.  The class was
really careful about stressing that "different" wasn't automatically
"wrong".  I was never some kind of Sunday school superstar, but I was
pretty sure I didn't want anybody to know about this.  For the very first
time I had a real, honest to God, mess up your life if the whole world
finds out kind of secret.  It was going to take some time to get used to
that.  In some ways I'm not sure I ever did.  Maybe that's part of what
growing up is all about.

	I was kind of nervous when I started showing up at Bill's place
again.  The weirdest part was how he *didn't* get weird about it.  Like, he
knew my secret, the way I knew his, and we weren't going to give each other
a hard time.  At least it started that way.  Pretty soon I was back to
crowding in to see what he was doing, getting between Bill and what ever he
was working on.  Don't ask my why I was shocked at the result being about
what anyone with half a clue would expect.  It's hard to describe exactly
what I was feeling when I stood there staring at the engine while he
gripped the fender to either side of me, lightly grinding his hardon
against my back.  Awkward? Very.  Scary? A little.  Sick?  Yeah.  This is
where I'm supposed to say that was the worst part, only it wasn't, not
compared to what came next.

	"Please..."

	"Shut up.  You're cute, and horny.  I'm just horny.  From now on,
hanging around here is going to include me fucking you."

	"Uh... Bill?  I can't.  Really.  Just hearing you talk about it
creeps me out.  There is no way I could let you do that."

	"Really?  Sure, I'd rather be fucking a girl.  A perverted little
cunt is almost as good though, and you're here, she isn't."

	"But I'm not a..."

	"Bullshit.  You're as kinky as I am.  You're just not ready to do
everything right now.  That's Ok.  Half the fun of breaking you in is gonna
be getting you so horny you beg for it.  Unfasten your pants and push them
down your thighs, underpants too."

	"I already told you I can't do that.  No way.  I just can't."

	"Ok, we might as well get it out in the open.  I'm a grown man.
You're still a kid.  Some creep could slap you around until you get with
the program.  I'm not that way.  If you want to spend the next six months
playing run away closer we can do that.  If pretending I'm a creep makes it
easier for you, I can live with that.  It's your choice but quit stalling."

	It wasn't the hardest thing I did up till then but it was close.
It felt so...  creepy, holding my pants to keep them from falling the rest
of the way down and wondering what he was going to do next.

	"You'll need your hands free.  Buckle your belt and spread your
ankles enough to keep your pants from falling off.  If you really want to
know how it feels to have a pervert cock stretching your tight little
asshole just say `can't' one more time.  Go ahead, I dare you.  Ok, now
jack off."

	I swear, I almost said it out of pure reflex before I could stop
myself.  I was blushing like crazy and couldn't understand how it could be
so embarrassing.  It wasn't exactly my best thing but we both knew damn
well I sure as hell knew how and practiced every chance I got.  It
literally saved my ass.  Once I started stroking habit and reflex took
over.  At least until I started getting close and thought about popping a
load.  Then it turned into something like pushing string.  I got scared
when he leaned in and started talking into my ear, low and soft.

	"I can almost imagine one of the little hotties you're drooling
over at school walking in on this.  It would totally creep her out to know
you were daydreaming about her while you beat your meat.  The really funny
thing is the same girls who would get upset about that will giggle and get
their panties damp at the idea of some creepy pervo doing you instead."

	It's not a fantasy I would have created on my own but it was
enough.  I managed to pop my cork and then became aware of something
brushing against my naked ass.  His own dick was leaving snail trails of
pre-cum on me.

	"Way to go cunt.  Not bad for your first time having sex with a
pervert.  You're mine now."

	I didn't believe it, not for real, at least right then.  The next
dozen times I thought about jerking off, like maybe a day and a half, the
memory of doing that with Bill stopped me cold.  It wasn't enough to keep
me from getting horny.  Eventually adolescent biology overpowered
everything else.  I didn't stop thinking about it, but the memory was
starting to age and the need to get a load off kept getting more urgent.  I
tried to ignore his comments about "sex with a pervert" and "mine now"
while my hardon wilted and post nut clarity set in.  I've never been a very
good liar, not even, maybe especially not to myself.  What I did with Bill
wasn't sex, not like having a girlfriend, but it was something more than
jerking off.  He made it clear that if I was ever alone with him it would
probably happen again, that I was "his" at least for that kind of stuff.
So when I was back in his garage a little over a week later any normal
person would think I was "asking for it".

	Bill didn't waste any time, hitting the control to close the
overhead door as soon as I was within reach.  When I turned, startled by
the noise, he grabbed me from behind, one hand covering my mouth as the
other pinned my arms.

	"Looks like I was right about you.  Any kid can get cornered by a
perv.  The smart ones will do whatever it takes to make it home in one
piece.  The creepy little perverts come back for more.  You're not gonna
fight, you're not gonna tell and you can quit pretending to be the
neighborhood nice boy, at least around me.  I'm gonna let you go.  You're
gonna drop your pants, underwear too, so it's bunched around your ankles
and we know you won't be going anywhere in a hurry.  Don't forget what I
said about hearing you say, `can't', one more time."

	I'm not going to make a big deal of how bad I was blushing except
that Bill seemed to get an extra kick from it.  In the long run it probably
kept things from moving faster than I could deal with.  He enjoyed watching
me color up enough that he didn't want me to forget how.

	"Ok, reach up, put your hands around my neck and lace your fingers
together.  I've got a pair of handcuffs here somewhere but it's more fun if
you just imagine that you're wearing them."

	 He wasn't that much taller than me but when he straightened up I
was brushing against him, trying to avoid doing more.  He grabbed my hair,
pulled my head back and started kissing me.  It was immediately obvious I
had no experience with girls, certainly none as the girl.  He spent maybe
ten minutes getting me up to speed on the basics before starting to pop the
buttons on my shirt.  Soon I was glad that kissing him gave me something
else to think about while his hands were all over me.  I got a little
relief as he shucked his own clothes to match what I wasn't wearing.  Then
he...

	"What are you doing?!"

	"I got tired of doing all the work.  It's time for you to have your
first man fuck.  I'll hold our dicks together, underside to underside,
while you start hunching like a dog humping somebodies leg.  Just to make
it more interesting if you get me off first I won't finish in your mouth."

	I'm not sure how to say this.  Maybe it was the way he stood there
motionless while I rubbed myself against him.  Maybe it was deep kissing
him while I did it.  Maybe it was the way my imagination kept veering away
from an image of myself on my knees involved in a different sort of deep
kiss.  I felt the cum surging up his cock an instant before the hot wetness
flowed down over his hand and our tools.  Heartbeats later my own load
erupted hard enough to splash our abs as he moved his free hand down my
back to pull me against him.  I guess I was a little bit out of it when we
cleaned up enough to get dressed and he went back to working on the car.
It didn't hit me until much later, at home, in bed, trying not to think
about it long enough to get to sleep.

	What we did was way past kid games.  What WE did.  Don't tell me he
was a creepy old perv and I was just an inexperienced kid.  I get that.
But I wasn't an *innocent* kid, not any more.  Not a "creepy old guy" level
of pervert, not yet anyway and maybe I never would be, but I sure as hell
met him part way.  It wasn't going to stop.  It wasn't even going to stay
at this level.  I really was "his" and the thought of him having me was
sick and at the same time kind of exciting.  I was pretty sure a normal guy
my age wouldn't feel that way.  I didn't go back for three more days.  Half
expecting some comment about it, Bill didn't really catch me off guard when
he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and walked me towards the side of the
car.  Opening the door revealed a folded beach blanket covering the rear
seat.

	"We can stop pretending.  Cars aren't the only thing you're here to
learn about.  Take off your clothes."

	"You mean like...  bare naked?!"

	"It'll only take a minute to scrub the grease off my hands.  It
will be better for both of us if you're down to your birthday suit when I
get back."

	He wasn't quite that fast.  I had time to figure out that pulling
the towel across my lap was better than just sitting there trying to hide
my hardon with my hands.  Bill flipped the towel away, grabbed my ankles
and pulled them up and apart until I was laying there with my bare ass at
the edge of the seat and my spread legs in the air.  Squeezing out a thick
bead of lube on my boy boner he flopped his cock on top of it.

	"Hold our cocks together, use both hands."

		I could feel his hands gripping my ankles though I couldn't
see much below my knees or above his nipples.  That left me watching his
hairy torso framed by the "V" of my naked legs, with a double handful of
cock where they met.  Bill started slowly thrusting, causing the slippery
undersides of our cocks to glide against each other while sliding in and
out of my hands.  I wouldn't call the motion teasing but I soon found my
hips rocking against his thrusts, trying to get longer and quicker strokes.

	"Oh yeah!  That's so hot, having a fresh young pervert fucking me
back while I turn him out."

	Well, hearing that got me flustered enough Bill came first, slowing
as dollops of cum landed on my belly.  His hardon started to wilt and I
guess I got a little frantic as it dawned on me that I was too far along to
stop now.  I managed to pop my load after a half dozen quick thrusts before
his hardon went away.  Wiping his tool on the end of the towel hanging out
from under my ass Bill left to get dressed.  It took me a little longer to
mop up the cock snot and get back into my clothes.  That left me with a
tough choice.  I really wanted to do my usual "get in the way and ask a
bazillion questions" thing but the idea of hanging around after we did it
was... awkward.

	A little while later I understood, we were both in that "post nut"
frame of mind.  You know, that mental space where for at least a little
while you just aren't interested.  It wasn't until I relaxed enough to
start actually getting in the way that I found out how much had changed.
Soon it was pretty damn obvious that Bill wasn't "accidentally" brushing up
against me.  So it wasn't much of a surprise when he finally pulled me
tight against him, tipped my head back, and started deep kissing me.

	"We both know I could do you again right now.  I'd rather give you
time to think it over.  Half the fun of fucking is waiting for it.  Go
home.  Tomorrow, the next day, or maybe the day after that, come back for
more if you want it.  Two things, it will be hotter for both of us if you
don't cum until you're with me again.  I know you can hold off for at least
one day if you really want to."

	"Uh, you said two things?"

	"Yeah.  You maybe already noticed.  Every time we do it, I kind of
ramp things up a little.  I don't really care what you think about that but
it's something you need to sort out sooner instead of later."

	Bill was right.  I was still getting horny over the girls at school
but the memory of him on me, naked, a couple of horny creeps humping each
other, was a whole different thing.  I knew I'd do it again if he wanted
to.  Make that *when* he wanted to and it didn't take a rocket scientist to
guess what the next level would be.  Was I ready to have him *IN* me as
well as on me?

	Saying I was kind of distracted the next day would be an
understatement.  The night before I'd used a little bit of Vaseline and
managed to finger myself.  It wasn't terrible but it also wasn't any sort
of thrill, not by itself.  Bill's cock was a lot bigger than my finger and
once he had it in me I couldn't imagine him stopping before he finished.
Could I handle that?  Was not handling it even an option?  I mean it's like
getting on a sled at the top of a really big hill.  There is this mix of
fear and excitement.  Even after you push off there's a little time when
you can still change your mind.  Real soon though you reach a point where
you know that one way or another you're going to get to the bottom of the
hill and it will hurt less to ride it out that try to bail.

	I didn't stop at Bill's that day.  Between homework and TV I
somehow got through the evening.  Falling asleep without jacking off felt
like it took forever.  I didn't actually have to hold off.  It's not like I
actually agreed to the deal.  It's embarrassing to admit but I'm enough of
a perv that making it a challenge was all it took to get me to play along.
I could do it solo... and stay solo.  Or... I could let him finish breaking
me in, with the understanding that included anything a horny old pervert
might want from me.

	I can't actually say when I decided.  Sometime the next day I went
from thinking, "can", I do this to "when will".  I almost changed my mind
at the last second.  If my feet weren't on autopilot I never would have
made the last couple of yards to Bill's garage.  I suppose I could have
done the usual thing, asking too many questions and getting in the way
until he made the first move.  That would be kind of lame.  We both knew
why I stayed away for a couple days and what it meant that I was back.
Instead I was blushing, fidgeting and taking an unusual interest in the
toes of my sneakers.

	"I heard you fuck boys.  Is that what you want from me?  Do I have
to get naked?  Are you going to come in my mouth?  Or is that just to get
you so hot you can finish in my ass without tearing me up?"

	Yeah, it was sick, and creepy, and kind of scary, but my dick was
hard enough to drive nails.  The way Bill smiled when he hit the door
opener more or less answered my questions.  I was in the back seat, getting
out of my clothes, before the door completely closed.  Then I was on my
back, legs up, feeling the cool wetness of the lube he was spreading on my
cock... and my asshole.  The first finger was easy, the second not so much.
The third?  I started to wonder if he was going to shove his whole hand
inside me.

	"Yeah, my cock isn't three fingers thick.  If you're gonna wimp out
I want to know before I have the head in and I'm ready to go balls deep.
If you can handle this, getting fucked isn't going to send you off the deep
end."

	He hooked his arms behind my knees and grabbed my shoulders,
pinning me down while leaving enough room he could watch his cock sliding
up inside me.  I soon discovered that by bending his elbows he could pull
my knees up, lifting my ass to meet his thrusts.

	"Don't just lay there, jack off.  If you're going to be my cunt
anyway you might as well cum while you're doing it."

	I didn't quite manage that.  Bill finished and pulled out before my
own dick let go.  Cleaning up should have been quicker with half the cum
inside me.  It took a little while to realize no amount of wiping was going
to make me feel clean.  I got dressed and found out I was in this weird
sort of place.  I didn't want to get too close to him, but didn't want to
leave either.

	"I'm not going to dump a load of advice you don't want and didn't
ask for.  I think we're both pretty sure you'll be back for more.  While
you're sorting things out, don't be in too much of a hurry to think of it
as `no big deal'."

(Not even close to...)

The End