Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2004 12:29:31 -0500 (GMT-05:00)
From: DM
Subject: Slow Growing Driving Fast 6 (Anonymity Requested)

This story is purely fictional as is all characters in the story. Some
characters are minors and this story may have descriptions of sex between
minors and minors with adults and may be of a homosexual, bisexual,
heterosexual and even incestuous in nature

If you are offended with this type of story DON'T READ IT!

 If you are under the legal age to read this type of story DON'T READ IT.

If you don't want to read this type of story DON'T READ IT.

This portion of the story has straight incest sex.

This is a coming of age story for a teen boy (John) whose handicap is that
he is physically maturing slower then most teenagers his own age.

It is a coming of age story for his entire family. A famous father, a naive
mother and the surprising secret they share. His siblings also have their
own secrets as well.

While learning to come to terms with John's new found sexuality and
acceptance of his revelation; they also get introduced to the freedoms of
complete honesty and family nudism. Soon more shocking changes take place.

We also learn of John's new boyfriend (David) and his alternative and
unorthodox upbringing and how John's family reluctantly accepts him as one
of their own foal.


Slow Growing Driving Fast
Chapter 6
Change of heart

Ok I was scared and I admit it. It wasn't exactly the relationship I
thought I wanted all my life. It sounded more like the kind of relationship
that ended up on the domestic disturbance reports. That along with the fact
that I was new to the gay scene and wasn't even sure if I could handle
that.

Traffic wasn't bad at all on the turnpike. I had a later start and was
getting hungry. I saw a sign not far back that an oasis wasn't far ahead so
I got in the center lane. I glanced down at my gas gage to discover it was
a wise choice because I was sucking fumes.

When I got on the exit lane I looked in my rear view mirror and saw that
David was right on my tail.

I pulled into the gas pump area and shut off the engine. Dave did as
well. He pulled in right behind me at the next pumps.

I got out of course fully dressed, but I still had the leather collar,
bracelets and ankle straps on. I walked around to the rear of my car and
opened the tank cap and then lifted the nozzle and nestled it inside my
receptor. It reminded me of being fucked in the ass, but the funny thing is
I couldn't remember the pain just the pleasure.

Dave sat in his car watching me. He had a look on his face that was a
mixture of Fear, disappointment and loss.

"Good." I thought. He should feel bad. Treating me like some animal. I
wasn't an animal I was a human being. Nothing less and nothing more. I
couldn't believe he wanted me to be his slave.

I placed my credit card in the pump and when it was approved I selected
high test. Then I went to the rear of my car and squeezed the nozzle
trigger locking it in place and I let the tank fill on it`s own.

Why was he just sitting there like that? I'm sure he needed gas. Didn't I
give him money before we left? I knew he didn't have a credit card.

I walked up to his window and he pushed the button lowering the window just
enough to hear me and for me to hear him.

"Did I give you money?" I asked civilly.

"No." was his sulking remark.

I reached in my walled and handed him two hundred dollars. Then I went to
the rear of his car and opened the flat black panel with the Trans Am eagle
on it, between the taillights, that hid his fuel tank cap. I unscrewed it
placed it on the rear spoiler because if it had a "forget wire" it was now
gone.

I went to the pump and repeated the steps I had done with my car. I was
about to chose regular and I don't know if I was doing it for him or my
love and respect for cars, but I decided to give his car the high test it
required.

I then told him to pop the hood and he did. I checked his oil and yeah it
was 2 quarts low.

I should have checked it at the house before I even had him attempt to
start it, but what would be the point? I had no extra oil in my trunk
anyway.

While I let his car fuel up I walked to my car and removed the now finished
nozzle from my car. (Never try to top off by cramming as much gas in the
tank as possible. Bad thing. Bad thing!)

I went inside the station and bought three quarts of oil and a bottle of
fuel injector treatment. (Chevron Techron ® The best.) I also bought a
bottle of windshield fluid. The man behind the counter just looked at me as
if I was an alien or something.

I walked back to the cars and removed the now finished nozzle from his car
and introduced the cleaner then closed up the cap and cover plate. After I
replace the nozzle to the pump I added two quarts of oil to his engine and
filled the windshield fluid container which was as dry as a bone.

I handed the extra bottle of oil to him through the window and said,
"You're all set." And went back to my car.

I started it up and pushed the accelerator to cause that lovely (roar!)
Then I turned the car off and let it rumble till it was quiet.

I sat there a second and opened the door returning to Dave. He once again
rolled down his window just a tad.

"What?" He asked.

"Look, I'm not mad." I said. "And I still care about you, but I just can't
handle that type of a relationship. I still want to be friends and I don't
completely trust this car so I want you to stick with me till we get
home. You don't have a cell phone."

He just nodded in agreement.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"No."

"Well I am and I'm going in the oasis to get a bite."

"Fine. I'll wait out here." I could tell he was still sulking, but there
was nothing I could do about that.

I parked my car in a slot and went in. The choices of restaurants were
limited to Pizza Hut and Burger King. Eating a pizza while driving wouldn't
be a good idea to try and I couldn't stand Burger King so I went in the
convenience store section. I picked out a couple cold sandwich, a couple
sodas and chips.

I went to the counter and started to pay for them and looked behind the
clerk. On the wall hanging by hook brackets were some sun-passes. They are
the prepay devices used to slip through the tollbooths without having to
stop to pay.

"I'll have two of those." I said and pointed to the sun-passes.

The lady looked at me in shock and said. "Those are fifty dollars each."

I leaned in and rested my hand on the counter. "Is that any business of
yours? Give me the damn passes."

She got an insulted look on her face and took two passes down. She rang
them up and I swiped my credit card in the card pad. The receipt got
printed up and I signed it to her dismay. "Can I see your ID young man?"
She asked.

I opened my wallet, took out my drivers' license and handed it to her along
with my credit card.

She looked at me and then at the black American Express card, and back at
me, and the cards in total shock.

"Satisfied?" I snapped.

She handed me back my cards and receipt and said. "I'm sorry sir. You have
to understand teenagers have tried to swindle me before."

"No, I'm sorry." I said. "I've had a bad day. A really bad day."

"Been there. Done that." She grinned in sympathy.

I went back out and stood between Dave's car and my own. I handed him a
sandwich, soda and chip and he said. "I said I wasn't hungry."

"Then eat it later or toss it. I don't care." I then walked back to my
trunk and opened my toolbox. (I hate those thick plastic containers they
seal electronics in.) I grabbed some wire cutters and cut the packages
enough to rip them apart.

I read the direction to activate the passes and dialed sun-pass in my cell
phone. (Dave just sat oblivious in his car)

After I activated the cards with five hundred dollars each I tossed the
opened packages in my trunk and closed it up. I handed the pass to Dave
that I had registered to his car. "Here I said. Clean off the windshield
just to the right of your rear view mirror and stick this to that spot."

"Why are you doing all this?" Dave asked.

"Makes the trip easier." I answered. "Besides I still care about you."

I got back in my car and stuck the double-sided tape on the back of the
pass to my windshield. I waited a while for Dave to do the same and when he
finished I started my car up and backed out of the parking slot. I pulled
away slowly so Dave could get behind me and then I roared back onto the
turnpike.

I was rumbling down the road while at all times keeping my eyes on Dave who
was about five car lengths back.

Turning on the radio I tuned from station to station, but all I could get
were country music, gospel stations and the that easy listening pop
station. There wasn't much of a selection. I was about to turn the radio
back off when just then the unmistakable tinkling of a piano came over the
speaker. Judging by the style and the skill of the player it had to be
Elton John.

The song playing was I Want Love. I had heard the song before, but as it
played on I actually listened to it for the first time.

He sang about how he wanted love, but the love he wanted wasn't the average
run of the mill love. He wanted something different and rough. He didn't
want to be locked into a boring relationship and he wouldn't tolerate
average romance.

The hidden message of the song rang in loud and clear. I laughed when the
picture of L10 Jon popped in my head of him with a leather collar wrapped
around his neck and his lover David spanking his ass.

I laughed even harder when I pictured him getting spanked on the ass so
hard that his diamond-studded glasses would fly off. I thought about it for
a while.

I began to slow down. I turned on my right blinker and then pulled over to
the side of the road. David pulled in behind me.

I just waited in my car until finally Dave came up to my window. I motioned
with my head for him to get in and he walked around my car, opened the
passenger side and got in.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing... I just want to talk to you for a second."

"What about?"

"Look I understand what you want in a relationship. Maybe I want that too,
but this is the first time I ever had a relationship of any kind and I
think by all rights that it should be traditional, at least for a while. I
may decide to be your slave eventually, but right now I just want love. If
you come back to me and love me as me we could try those things slowly, but
you have to give me time."

He thought about it for a moment and said. "I wasn't a very good master was
I?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well all my life I have been trained as submissive to keep money in the
house it was the only way."

"You mean?"

"Yeah I'm a hustler. It's all I know and just once I wanted to be on the
other end. I wanted to be in control." He hung his head low and said with a
tear in his eye. "I never had real love before. I don't know how to."

"I never had real love either." I said. "No matter what we do together it's
all new to me. You have to understand that until I met you I never even got
horney before."

"Never?"

"No." I responded.

"You mean you never even beat off?"

"I mature at a slower rate than everyone else."

"Yeah I guess that makes sense."

"Do you love me?" I asked. "You said you did."

He looked at me and I could see he was ready to burst into a ball of
tears. "I don't know what true love is, but I can't stand the thought of
losing you."

"Isn't that love?"

He shrugged.

I leaned in to kiss him. He hesitated, but leaned in and at first we just
clicked out lips together briefly, but suddenly we mashed together and
passionately kissed melding our tongues together. "Let's go home." He
nodded and went to his car. In a moment we were back on the road.

He followed me back to my house. I pushed the gate button on my visor and
we drove in. I looked at my dash clock and it said midnight. I knew my
brothers and sisters would be asleep, but my dad is an entertainer and has
a wacky schedule so he might be awake.

I started to get out, but when I reached to open the door I saw that I
still had the leather bracelets around my wrist. I forgot to remove them
when I got dressed.

I couldn't understand that because they were really tight and bulky. One
would think they might have bothered me, but they didn't. I liked wearing
them and even felt natural with them on.

I removed the collar, bracelets and ankle bands and put them in the glove
box. "Man that was close." I said to myself.

We went in the house through the kitchen door and the first thing we did
was raid the fridge for something to eat.

We found some ready to heat chicken nuggets and popped them in the
microwave. While those were heating up my dad did walk in the kitchen in
his briefs. (Not unusual.)

"Oh hi bud... David." Dad said. "How was the trip?"

"It was..." I paused and looked at Dave as he awed my dad. I wasn't sure if
it was because he was a fan of his or because he was standing there in his
briefs. "Interesting." I finished.

"Tired?" He asked.

"A little I guess."

"What's wrong with your neck?" He asked perking up.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You seem to have a rash." Then he stepped closer. "It goes all the way
around your neck."

Instantly I knew it was from the collar Dave tightened around my neck. "Oh
that I um." I tried to think of some lame excuse.

"I see bruises too." He studied.

I tried desperately to figure out what other than a collar could make a
ring around my neck like that, but before I could answer my dad said. "I'll
be right back."

When he left the kitchen I turned crisply to David and spat. "What the hell
do I say about my neck?"

Just before Dave could speak my dad came back to the kitchen holding
something behind his back. He stepped up to me and got real close then I
felt something touch my neck. I couldn't see what it was because he was so
close. He put his arms back down and questioned. "Something you want to
tell me son?"

"I um..." Words eluded me. I was totally speechless.

I just shook my head no.

Then he lifted up what he had in his hand and it was the exact same type of
collar that Dave had placed around my neck.

"What's that?" I asked.

"This seems to be the exact width as the marks on your neck. Now I'll ask
you one more time. Is there something you want to tell me son?"

"We went into a store and I saw it. I tried it on and..." I'm a terrible
liar. In fact I never lie. "No dad I can't lie to you, but I can't explain
it to you."

"Why not?"

"Wait a second..." I spoke while thinking. "Why do you have one of those?"
I asked.

"Because I'm an adult." He snapped. "I know what this is and don't try to
tell me you tried one on in a store because you have to be eighteen to even
get into a store like that."

"It was mine sir." Dave reluctantly admitted.

My dad looked at him and gave him quick once over. "That's exactly right
isn't it?" He asked with a smirk. "This is yours because you sure don't
look like a dom."

"I'm not a dom sir."

"So tell me why my son has your collar on boy."

I couldn't believe how my dad was talking. He never spoke harshly to anyone
especially anybody outside the family. He also seemed well informed about
what was going on.

He looked at me and questioned. "You gay boy?"

At first I wanted to deny it, but nodded the affirmative.

"You still a virgin?"

I shook no.

"Did you fuck or get fucked?"

"Both." I mumbled.

"Well, well, well." He mused. "You finally grew up."

I was puzzled. "You're not mad?"

"Hell no I'm not mad." He smiled. "Your mother and I both knew you would be
gay."

"You did?"

"Any parent who pays attention to their kids as they grow up knows." He
smiled. "Well at least I knew all along, but I soon convinced your mother."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I love your mother to death, but quite frankly she's not the
brightest star in the sky."

"Dad!" I protested even though I knew he was right.

"So you tried a little S&M huh? How did you like it?"

"S&M?" I queried even though I knew exactly what he meant.

He held up the collar and shook it at me. "Too late to play dumb."

I shrugged embarrassed. "It was ok I guess."

He looked at David shivering in his shoes. "See, if you were a real dom he
would still be wearing it. Don't try to be what you're not boy."

Dave just stood there with his hands at his side in total shame.

He looked back at me and said. "I am firm believers in letting kids explore
their sexuality, but don't confuse your sexual preference with your sexual
identity son. Just knowing that you're gay is only a small part of your
sexual identity. Knowing your sexual identity could take years."

"Yes sir." We both acknowledged.

My dad once again held up the collar and asked Dave. "Your mom?"

Dave was hesitant, but I guess knowing he was corned come to attention and
said crisply. "Yes sir."

"Is that why your uncle gave you the car, so you could get to clients?"

"Yes sir."

"Come with me." He almost ordered and we followed him to the den where none
of us kids were ever allowed. It was as strange for me to be in there as it
was for Dave. Though I can't understand why. It looks like any other
office.

He reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a small book called Hot
Spots. He flipped through the pages until he came to some personal
ads. "Which one is you?" He asked Dave.

Dave looked at the book and pointed out an advertisement.

He looked at us both and said. "Go to bed."

We turned to leave the room, but before we did Dave turned around and
said. "Sir, please don't report my mother."

"Don't worry." He said. "I won't. Now go to bed... Oh and just sleep, no
sex."

"Yes sir." We both agreed not really speaking to each other and that's what
we did.

In the morning Dave and I woke up intertwined and completely nude. Dave was
spooning me from behind and I felt his raging hard dick pressing against my
ass. It felt so good I pressed back to meet it, but Dave instantly broke
away almost in fear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We were told no sex."

"Yeah, but..."

"No sex means no sex." He quivered. "I'm going to take a shower." He said
and headed to my bathroom.

I threw the covers off me and followed him in. He was already standing at
the toilet bent over with his morning hard trying to aim his piss in the
bowel. I took up a place beside him and did the same.

When we finished he went to the shower and opened the glass door. He
adjusted the temperature of the water and before I could step in with him
he put his hand to my chest and said. "Just a shower. No sex."

"Fine!" I huffed frustrated and it wasn't easy keeping my hands off him as
we showered, but I managed.

After our showers we got dressed. Dave had to get dressed in the same
cloths he had on last night because his bag was still in his car and my
cloths were too small for him, but I did find a pair of boxers that he was
able to wear, so at least he had clean underwear on. Taking a shower and
putting on dirty underwear is like changing your oil, but not the oil
filter.

Just as I pulled up my pants my bedroom door flew open and Allen came
running up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek and
said. "John! I missed you so much!"

I hugged him back and said. "I missed you too sport."

Then he indicated he had a secret and I leaned in so he could whisper in my
ear.

"Guess what." He giggled.

"What?"

"Yesterday I saw Adam and Barbara and they were naked and kissing."

Oh this was juicy information. "Tell me about it." I giggled.

They were in Barbara's bedroom and Adam was on her. He was kissing her and
his big butt was moving around."

"They were fucking?"

"Yeah!" He continued giggling.

"Well, don't tell anyone else. Ok sport?"

"Ok John." Then he turned and said with a smile. "Hi Dave."

"God I can't believe you two aren't twins." Dave gawked.

We laughed and walked out of my room and headed for the breakfast
room. There my siblings surrounded the long table with my parents at both
ends.

"Morning." I said.

Everyone said his or her usual morning greetings as we sat. There was an
extra setting for Dave next to me. I sat next to dad. Beth sat next to
Dave. Across from Dave and me were Adam and Barbara and I never noticed
before how hard they work at trying to ignore each other.

Barbara had her left hand down to her side and Adam had his right down to
his side while looking around the room.

I had to confirm my suspicions so I pretended to drop my fork. I bent down
quickly and when I was under the table I saw their hands snap apart.

I sat back up with my fork in hand and winked a knowing wink at them. Their
eyes popped open and tried to stare me down, but I just gave them the old
(It's ok) look and smiled.

Everyone held the normal morning conversations. They all asked how my trip
was. How my car acted and so on. Nothing unusual to talk about and my dad
seemed to steer clear of the topic of the conversation we held last night.

One by one the kids were all fed and excused, but Dave and I sat there
because we knew dad wasn't done with us and he wasn't.

When all the kids were gone doing what they do during the summer, dad
leaned in resting his elbows on the table.

"Your mother was filled in on last night." He said. "But there is one
question I have." He looked each of us in the eyes and asked. "Are you two
in love?"

We looked in each other's eyes and at the same time said. "Yes sir we are."

"Good then I didn't waste my money."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I bought Dave." He said.

"You bought me?" Dave asked.

"You bought him?" I asked.

"Fifty-thousand-dollars." He said. "With an agreement she stay away from
you."

"Why didn't you just report her?" I asked.

"I promised not to." He answered. "Besides, I understand the culture and
handled it properly." Dad then showed David the receipt that had his
mother's name and the price he paid.

I looked at mom who just nodded her acceptance.

"I belong to you now?" Dave asked.

"Yes." He announced. "And as my property you are bound to do as I order."

"Yes sir." Dave snapped.

"Then this is what I order. I want you two to be yourselves in every
aspect. Be with each other and respect each other. Discover who you are
together. You two will come out as gay and lovers to this entire family so
there are no secrets. I can't stand secrets in my own home."

I instantly got a shiver down my spine thinking about Adam and
Barbara. "Dad?"

"Yes."

"What would you say if I knew about someone else's secret? Would that be
tattling?"

"Is it a secret in this house?"

"Yes."

"One of your brothers or sisters?"

"A brother and a sister." I said.

"Then I will be angry, but not because of the secret as much as there was a
secret at all."

"Will they be punished?" I asked.

"It all depends what the secret is." He answered. "If they confess the
secret first though. I would take that into account."

"Can I talk to them first?"

"I was hoping you would, but remember that now I know you have a secret."

"May we be excused mom?" I asked.

"Yes dear." She allowed.

I got to my feet and before I left I turned and said. "There is one more
thing dad."

"What's that?"

"Remember last night you told me about sexual identity and the many things
that become part of it?"

"Yes?"

"That means if there is something that I like?"

"Yes."

"Then I should tell you this and let you decide if it's ok." I took a deep
breath to build up courage. "I like being nude."

"Oh I see." He mused.

"So you want to go naked at home?" Mom asked in shock.

"All I know is that I hate wearing clothes. I don't know if that sexual or
not, but it's who I know I am now."

They looked at each other seriously. Dad then looked up and me and
asked. "Then why are you still dressed?"

I took that as permission and smiled. "Thanks mom, dad."

When we left the breakfast room we walked right up to my room and I quickly
stripped. God that felt good to get those cloths off. I felt so relieved
and free. I grabbed Dave who was still stunned over the whole morning and
kissed him. "You want to wear cloths?"

"No fucking way!" He answered with a smile and he too threw his cloths off.

We hand in hand walked past gaping eyes in the hall as we passed Troy and
Beth who were I guess going to the pool for a swim because they had swim
suits on.

We walked into Barbara's room, but she wasn't there. Then we went into
Adam's room and there they were on his bed. They were dressed, but he had
his dick out his fly and she was sucking on it.

"Hi guys." I said to the startled couple. "Busy?"

They jolted and Adam tried to shove his dick back him his pants as Barbara
leapt to her feet all embarrassed.

They then realized that Dave and I were nude and gawked at us. "What are
you doing? Why are you naked?" Barbara asked seemingly in anger though she
knew she had no right to be.

I cleaned my through and smiled. "We're not naked. We're nude and mom and
dad said it was ok." I watched them still trying to organize
themselves. "You know how dad hates secrets?"

"Yeah so?"

"Well, it seams I have one."

"Are you going to tell?" Adam asked.

"I don't have to." I said. "You know me. I can't lie."

"So you are going to tell?" Barbara asked.

"Nope. You are."

The looks of total despair that came over their faces were something I
wished I could have bottled because they would bring a fortune. I smiled
and holding Dave's hand I kissed him in front of gaping mouths and
said. "Come on babe; let's go to the pool."

"If you tell on us." Adam said to our turned backs. "We'll tell you're
fags."

"They already know." I smiled as we continued out the door not looking
back.