What A Gas!
Hi everyone, I want to try something a little different for me. This story will have no message at all, just sex! I don't know how far I will take it, so enjoy the ride and let me know how I am doing. This story is © 2004 by tim and is protected by copyright law. Please do not copy or post this story to other sites without the author's permission. This is a fictional story. Any similarities between actual persons or events are purely coincidental. This story contains sexual situations between males of differing ages (man/boy). If this subject offends you or you should not be reading this type of story, you assume all responsibility for continuing. Please send all comments to: email@example.com .
Other stories by tim the story guy on Nifty:
Training Day - in the adult/youth section (last update 9/09/04)
What A Gas! - in the adult/youth section (NEW)
Allen & Allen 2 - in the high school section (last update 9/06/04)
No One Else - in the high school section (last update 9/10/04)
Fate - in the high school section (completed 5/21/04)
What A Gas - by tim
Mitch Gordon led an ordinary life. Sure, he was gay, but his life was no different than the average gay man's life. Mitch was 38, had brown hair and eyes, an average build, and fairly good looks. When he looked in the mirror every day he saw a handsome, 5'10", average gay man. His tastes in boyfriends tended to be average too. He had always preferred guys about his same age, and with a great sense of humor. He didn't much go for overly effeminate guys though, mostly ones he considered just like himself. As Mitch pulled into the gas station though, he didn't know that his life would suddenly become anything but average. Mitch got out of his Beetle and began pumping gas, as he had done thousands of times before.
"Hey mister," came a high-pitched voice from behind Mitch, "can I pump that for you? I'll do your windshield too, and I'll do a really good job."
Mitch turned around to look at the voice. Then he lowered his look a little, and finally landed on the face that the voice was coming from. Standing in front of Mitch was a boy. The boy looked very young to Mitch, he couldn't have been more than 13 or 14, tops. What struck Mitch as odd though was the boy looked as though he had not been taken very good care of. The boy looked fine physically, but his clothes looked unkempt and he looked like he hadn't bathed recently. Then the voice invaded Mitch's thoughts again.
"Come on mister, please?" said the boy. "I haven't eaten in a few days, so you could really help me out here if you wanted to."
"What do you mean, you haven't eaten in a few days?" asked Mitch.
"Just forget it dude." said the boy. "I can find some other guy who will help out a boy like me."
"No, wait kid." said Mitch. Something inside Mitch was now nagging at him to see if he could help the boy. "Let me finish here and then we can talk, okay. You look like a nice young boy, and if you need help I'd like to see if I can."
Mitch then went to pay for his gas. When he came back out, the boy was still standing beside Mitch's car. Mitch went ahead and opened the passenger door, then motioned to the boy.
"Go ahead and get in kid, I promise I won't hurt you." offered Mitch.
The boy looked at the open door tentatively for a moment, then decided to go ahead and trust the man. When the boy climbed into Mitch's car, Mitch could tell that it had in fact been some time since the boy had bathed. Mitch rolled down both windows, then pulled out of the gas station. Mitch knew that some people might question his motives right now, especially considering that he was down because his last relationship had recently ended very suddenly. Mitch knew though that this was just a boy. He liked men, so there was absolutely no improper thoughts in Mitch's mind at the moment.
"So kid," asked Mitch, "what's your name, or do you just want me to call you kid?"
"Go ahead," said the boy, "and I'll just keep calling you mister."
"You got me there!" chuckled Mitch. "My name is Mitch Gordon. I'm 38 and I live by myself. I'm also going to be honest with you about something, because I want you to trust me today. I'm also gay. Don't worry, like I said earlier, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you a little if I can."
"Wow!" said the boy. "That took guts dude. I think I'm starting to like you." The kid grinned before continuing, "My name is Justin. I'm 14 and I live by myself. The fact that you're gay doesn't bother me. I'm going to be honest with you about something too dude. I don't have a home, and I don't want to talk much about that right now."
Mitch just looked at the boy. He was at a loss for words right now. When he could speak again, he said, "Well then, I guess we need to do something to help you right now."
Mitch pulled his car into the drive-thru at the first fast-food place he came to. He then tried to figure out exactly how hungry the boy might be, and placed what he thought would be an order that was large enough for both of them. Mitch had been on his way to the mall today, but figured that this was much more important. It was only a few more blocks from the fast-food place back to Mitch's home, so he convinced the boy to wait for just a few minutes. Mitch pulled into his driveway, then motioned for Justin to follow him as he got out of the car. Then Justin followed Mitch into the house.
"Okay Justin," said Mitch, "the first thing I want you to do is give me your clothes and wash your hands."
"I thought you weren't going to get weird on me." smirked Justin.
"I'm not." said Mitch. "I really think I should wash your clothes for you while you're here though. I know I'm quite a bit larger than you, but you can find something of mine to put on while we eat and your clothes are being cleaned. Don't forget to wash your hands before we eat though."
"Okay daddy." said Justin playfully.
When Mitch walked back into the dining room after putting Justin's clothes in the washer, he couldn't help but chuckle. Justin had just walked back into the room himself, wearing clothes that were two sizes too big for him.
"I'm sorry Justin," said Mitch, "I couldn't help myself. You look so cute that way."
Justin blushed for a moment, then sat down at the table and said, "Let's eat dude, I'm starving to death here."
Mitch chuckled again and sat down at the table. At first he was afraid that he might have gone overboard and bought too much food, but Justin soon squashed that idea. The starving boy inhaled the first three burgers without slowing down, as he slurped on his soda between mouthfuls. Mitch had a couple of burgers and a bag of fries for himself, and Justin demolished the rest. After Justin let out a couple of loud belches, Mitch told him to follow him and he would show the boy where he could take a shower. Mitch then left Justin a towel and more clean clothes with instructions to wash himself off thoroughly. After about an hour, Justin finally returned from the shower. However he was not wearing the clothes that Mitch set out for him, which caused Mitch to gasp slightly. Standing in front of Mitch was a completely naked and hairless 14 year old boy. Obviously puberty was taking it's time with Justin. The thing that stood out the most was Justin's flaccid three inch penis.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes Justin?" asked Mitch. "Was there something wrong with them?"
"Yeah," replied Justin, "they were too damn big! Besides, I haven't had a chance to let Chicken Little here get any air in a long time." As Justin said this he was flicking his penis. "What's the matter dude, am I too small for you? That's usually what the problem is."
Mitch tried desperately to picture Ethel Merman and Nancy Reagan in his mind. That usually killed any chance of an erection for him. "Get a grip!" thought Mitch to himself. "This is a 14 year old kid for God's sake."
When Mitch had gathered his wits enough to open his eyes he found that Justin had now stroked himself up to his four and a half inch hardness. "This wasn't going to be easy." thought Mitch to himself.
"I hope you don't mind dude." said Justin. "For some weird reason it seems to feel better when I get it stiff like this!"
"Come here and let's talk Justin." said Mitch, as he patted the sofa next to himself. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea here Justin. I really want to help you, and you don't have to do anything in return. There is nothing wrong with your penis, it looks nice, but I usually prefer guys closer to my own age. The biggest age difference between me and any boyfriend I've ever had has been three years. You're a very nice looking boy, but if you ever do things like that it should be with someone closer to your own age."
"Other kids won't pay me though." said Justin as he began to blush and look away.
"Justin," said Mitch, "I won't let you go away from here until I know that you're going to be okay, but having sex for money is not okay. You shouldn't let men do that to you, it could be dangerous. Would you like to tell me why you're here now Justin? Maybe I can help."
Justin looked up at Mitch with a sad look on his face and said, "Okay, but you're not going to like me when I'm done. I was kicked out of my house about six months ago by my mother because she didn't want some faggot living with her and trying to steal her boyfriends. She was always drunk, and had a new boyfriend every few weeks. If I hadn't tried to take care of our house, I wouldn't have been able to get through the place.
Anyway, six months ago she and her boyfriend du jour were sitting around drunk as usual. I guess she passed out before he could get any from her, so he started looking at me really funny. Then he just pulled his dick out and said that he wanted to fuck me. I've known for about a year that I'm turned on by naked dudes. I use to hack through the parental controls on the school computer and print out pictures of naked guys to look at later. Anyway, his dick wasn't really that big, somewhere between five and six inches hard, so I said okay. He was really nasty though, and after a few minutes I couldn't stand him. He didn't hurt me, he was just that nasty. Fortunately though he passed out before he could shoot inside me, that would have made me sick to my stomach. The next morning though the idiot congratulated my mom on what a good fuck her little gay son was. The next thing I knew, I was ducking the skillet that came flying across the room at me, then she kicked me out. I had to leave right then with just what I was wearing. That's when she made the remarks about me being a faggot and trying to steal her boyfriends. The last thing I heard her say was, "I hope you die, and the sooner the better." I guess she must have set the boyfriend out too because he caught up to me down the street and offered me twenty for the road if I let him finish with me. Then he grabbed me really hard, so I kicked him in the nuts and ran as fast as I could.
I've spent the last six months getting as far away from my old town as I could. I've had to sleep anywhere that I can find something solid over my head. I've had to steal from other people and from stores just to eat. There's been about six times in the last six months that I've been so desperate that I would let some guy take me in and pay me to do things. I've tried to be careful though, I would only pick a guy if he looked very respectable and important. Still the last one was pretty scary. He took me to his place and when we got there he had weird stuff all over the place. He would describe what everything was, and it was usually something that would cause a lot of pain. I was already scared when he said that he was going to tie me up, so then I pissed on myself. When he came toward me though, I was able to catch him off guard. I hit him in the head with the hardest object I could find, then tied him up. When he came to I smiled at him, then punched him in his bare nuts as hard as I could. I wonder how much he likes pain now? Ha-ha. Before I ran from his place I took all the money that I could find, but he owed me for what he wanted to do.
I really wouldn't have done all that stuff though, if I hadn't been doing it just to survive. I use to be a fucking honor student dude, and now look at me. Why doesn't anyone really love me dude? All I want is for one person to love me, and yes, I mean that way too! Am I so bad that no one can ever love me dude?" By the time Justin was finished he had tears running down both cheeks, and his naked body was wracked with sobs.
Mitch also had tears running down his cheeks as he took the naked little boy into his arms and held onto him tightly. "You're through running for now Justin." said Mitch. "I will do everything I can to show you that you deserve to be loved as much as anyone else in the world. You'll never have to cry again if I can help it my little angel."
Mitch then placed his hands gently on both sides of Justin's head. Mitch leaned in and gave Justin a very tender and loving kiss on his lips. Justin pulled himself together as quickly as he could, then returned the kiss of the man that he was starting to see very differently now. Justin had never felt an embrace that was as warm as the one that Mitch was holding him in now. The two finally broke apart.
"I've never felt lips as nice as yours Mitch." said Justin. "And your hug made me feel better than I've ever felt before. There's more that I want to do though Mitch, please make love to me dude."
"I don't really know how this is going to work out Justin," replied Mitch, "but I'm falling so in love with you. All of my common sense is screaming that this isn't right, but I don't care. I want to show love to every square inch of your little boy body, and make you feel things you've only dreamt of. Ever since you sat next to me on this sofa, I haven't been able to take my gaze away from your beauty. Let's go upstairs now for the love that you so rightly deserve."
As soon as Mitch stood up Justin jumped up into his arms, then wrapped his bare legs around Mitch's waist. Mitch took the beautiful boy upstairs, and to his bedroom. Once inside, Mitch laid Justin down gently on his bed, then began removing his clothes. For a brief moment Mitch's mind silently asked him what he thought he was doing, then Mitch looked at Justin and easily answered that question. Mitch finally laid down naked, next to the naked boy on his bed.
"You look so awesome dude." said Justin softly. "I knew the moment I saw you at that gas station that this would be different. You're not like anyone else I've ever known, and I knew I was falling in love with you then."
"I never thought that I would find myself falling in love with a boy." said Mitch. "This morning I felt the same as I always have for my whole life, then you came into it. I know that people would crucify me as a pedophile right now, but I can't help it. You are so beautiful and so full of love that I can't stop falling in love with you."
With that Mitch placed his lips against Justin's, and offered his tongue to the boy. Justin eagerly took Mitch's tongue into his mouth, and the two ground themselves into each other. Then Mitch's hand began running down Justin's body. Justin moaned as Mitch took his boy dick into his hand. Mitch was now thinking that Justin's four and a half inch dick was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, and he couldn't wait to taste the boy's dick in his mouth. By this time Justin had a handful of Mitch's eight inch rock hard cock. To Justin it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, and now he had it in his hand!
"Oh Justin," moaned Mitch, "your hand feels so good on my cock. I need to have your beautiful little dick in my mouth now though."
Justin laid there and moaned as his fantasy for over the last hour was now coming true. When Justin felt Mitch's lips on his boy dick, it was all he could do to keep from exploding on the spot. Somehow though, Justin was able to control himself. Even when he felt the entire length of Mitch's tongue along the bottom of his dick. Mitch on the other hand, could not believe how sweet Justin's dick tasted. Now nothing mattered to Mitch except pleasing the boy who's dick he held in his mouth. When Mitch began sucking on Justin's little dick like a lollipop though, Justin could not control himself. Mitch was rewarded with the sweetest tasting concoction that he had ever drank. Mitch savored every last drop that came out of Justin's dick, then lovingly licked Justin clean.
Mitch was in another world as he laid back on his bed, and there would never be any coming back now. Then Mitch felt a pair of boy lips wrap around his temporarily forgotten cock. Mitch couldn't believe his senses! This 14 year old boy was now making his swollen cock feel better than any man ever had! Justin was proud that he had made this man he was falling in love with so hard. Justin now used everything he knew to make Mitch's cock feel good inside his mouth. Justin needed love now, and he needed to feel the symbol of Mitch's love shooting from the man's cock and sliding down his hungry throat. Mitch's cock had never felt this good before, so Justin would not have to wait long either. Mitch let himself go completely as his orgasm overtook him, and Justin swallowed Mitch's cum as fast as he could.
Remember, this one is mostly about the sex, so let me know how I did. lol. Please send all comments to: firstname.lastname@example.org . Thanks and happy reading.