Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2018 00:24:08 +0000 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Auto Parts Boy I - Adult/Youth Auto Parts Boy I This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. Emails are welcome. All Rights Reserved FFFF -- 2018. Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! Adult/Youth - Oral, Fetish Brad (me) -- 46, white, salt and pepper hair, 5'9'', 175# avg build, 7"c. Hunter -- 17, white, hazel eyes, brown longish curly hair, 6'0', 180#, muscular, 7.5"c I was working on my 1966 Corvette that I am restoring and this is how I met my auto parts boy. Back to the Napa store again. It seems that I am always buying parts for this loved money pit, my '66 Corvette. I have been working on it for about 3-4 years in fits and starts but I was able to take the entire month off from work to devote a lot of time to this project. Today, it was the fuel system. As I walked into my local Napa, where everyone knows my name, I was greeted by a kid that I had not seen before. "Hunter" was the name on the shirt, killer eyes, cute boy over all, dressed in the usual dark blue uniform and boots, but I did notice a bulge in his pants. Hunter huh? Hunter for pussy and getting it by the size of that wad in his pants. I walked to the counter, "Looking for a fuel filter and fuel lines for a 66 Corvette, 327, 4-Speed." "Yes sir" he smiled. "Let's have a look in the computer. 327 right?" "Yep, that's the one." "Didn't get the 427?" He smiled. I smiled back. "Naw, the big block twists the frame in half. Besides, a 327 built right it is damned fast and easier to work on. More room in the engine compartment." "Makes sense. Ok, so we have the fuel filter in stock, but we would have to order the hard lines." "Oh, sorry, not just the hard fuel lines, also the rubber fuel hoses." "Oh, that's ok. We sell it by length. How much do you need?" I looked at his bulge, "Feet, or inches?" I flirted with this cute boy. "Well, either way you need it." "I'll take 3 feet...no make it 4. A few extra inches never hurt." "Guess that depends on what you are doing with the extra inches." He smiled. Little flirt! "Well, maybe if I get the lines changed today, you might see me here tomorrow. I'm sure I will take it out for a test spin tomorrow and I always need a part or a new tool." "Yeah I would like to see it." He blushed "My Corvette?" "Urm...yeah, your `vette." I had to run some more errands which took me a lot longer than I wanted to. My route took me past the Napa store again and then curiosity struck me. I wonder if Hunter is still there? As I took the corner going past the Napa store again I see Hunter walking to his truck, a late `80's Chevy that has seen better days for sure. He fires it up with a cloud of smoke he is off down the road. Well I missed him, but I know what he drives so I might see him again at the store. The next morning, I did some timing and carburetor tweaks and decided to take it out to a somewhat desolate road not too far from me. Most guys take their cars down this road to shake things down. Even the cops knew this and rarely went out there to harass the muscle car guys. There was no one around so rolling in first gear I opened up the secondary's of the 327, you could hear the throaty roar of the V-8 and the tach climbed up to 6000 RPM, then a 1-2 shift and a bark of the rear tires, then a quick 2-3 shift and I see something in the distance. I drop it into 4th gear and got off the loud pedal. Cop? Nope, not driving a truck. It is a busted up blue Chevy pickup that I think I have seen before. As I slowed to pass, I saw a familiar shape, it looked like Hunter except he was not in the uniform I had seen him in. He was wearing loose basketball shorts, a tank top and flipflops. I pulled over, put it in reverse and slowly backed up to him. He looked at me with a face of a boy trying to look tough. I got out of my vette, pulled my sunglasses off, "Hi Hunter. Truck trouble?" He gave a little look of relief, "Oh, Hi. Didn't expect to see you out here." "These back roads are the ones I usually do my shakedown drives when I work on the car. What's up with your truck?" "Not sure. Just changed the coil and was testing it out, and it backfired and just started running like shit and then stopped." "Try turning it over." He turned the key and it didn't start in fact it started making a strange sound and backfired. "STOP! Did you pull the distributer out when you changed the coil?" "Yeah." "Well you got it in there right and the firing order was good, otherwise it would not have run to begin with." I thought for a minute. Then I got under the hood and turned the distributer by hand. "Well, that will do it, you forgot to tighten the distributer down after you set the timing. Looks like the hold down clamp is gone too." I turned the distributor a little. "Ok, try it now." As he turned the key, it did try to start and sort of ran for a minute. A little more of a turn on the housing and it ran more or less fine. "Ok well you can sort of get it running but the problem is by the time you get home, you would have to stop all the time and turn the distributer housing over and over. You have a spare hold down?" He looked mad, but only mad at himself. "Shit! No, and I spent my last dollar on gas so I can't get one. I thought I tightened it and it must have fallen off!" "Tell you what, lock up your truck, I am sure I have a spare somewhere in my parts pile at home. You ride with me and if worse comes to worse, I can tow you with my truck of necessary." "You sure? I mean we have seen each other before, but I don't know your name." I held out my hand. "Brad. Brad Johnson." He shook my hand, "Hunter...Hayes. Nice to meet you Mr. Johnson." "You can call me Brad. Let's get you the part and get you back on the road. Let's go." "I am kind of sweaty and dirty, you sure that I am ok in your seats?" Ok on my seats, ok on my face I thought to myself. "Yeah, it's fine, I have a new interior kit that I haven't installed yet. As we drove back to my place I would impress him but running thru the gears doing a couple of burn-outs, all the stuff that teen boys, and well very immature middle-aged men, love to do. As he sat beside me, I noticed that he had quite a nice cock and looked like he was not wearing underwear. Looked about 6.5" and pretty thick as it just lazily laid across his lap. It was not hard, but looked chubbed up. I have a spare parts rack in my garage, almost floor to ceiling with all kinds of car parts, most of which are marked but there are a few boxes on the top with some miscellaneous engine parts. "Hey Hunter, on the top shelves there are some spare engine assembly parts, you look in those and I will look on the lower shelves." "Ok I'll see what I can find." As he reached up to look in the bins I squatted down to look in some other boxes and I noticed that he had very little hair under his arms and his legs for that matter. What got my attention the most is that swinging dick flopping back and forth in those shorts. I just wanted to pull them down and devour that hot teen rod right there! He was pulling down a box and he turned suddenly and his crotch was in my face! "Oh Shit! Sorry man, don't think you want my dick on your face! Haha!" "I've had worse on my face." I smirked. He blushed. That is so cute... "Ah HA! Found one, small block Chevy, distributor hold down clamp with a bolt. Your lucky day." "Sweet! What do you want for it?" I looked him up and down and was pretty obvious about it. "Oh, I can think of a few things." "Really?" He looked me over "Urm...what did you have in mind?" I got a little closer and gently rubbed a finger on this cock over his shorts, "Well maybe some of this for starters." He blushed but didn't freak out or run off. "Urmn...I don't know Brad. I mean, I don't know..." I backed off, "Ah so never done anything with a guy before huh?" "No, I mean, yeah sort of, when I was at church camp, we jacked off together, one guy would give us all handies but that's all." "Girlfriend?" "I did until last month." I cupped his rapidly growing cock in his shorts, "So...you're horny aren't you?" He inhaled and fell against the parts rack "Oh fuck yesss." "Tell you what Hunter, the price of the part is me sucking your cock. You don't have to do anything in return. Fair trade?" "Uhh...yeah I guess, just don't tell anyone...Please don't tell!" I looked at him kindly, "Don't worry kid, I don't suck and tell." I knelt down and pulled his shorts down and was presented with a very hard teenaged 7.5" cut cock that needed attention badly. His balls had very little hair on them but I could tell that they were also very full. He had this sexy teen smell, pure heat and testosterone! "How long has it been since you shot a load out of this big fucker?" He was panting "A-Almost a week..." "Why so long"? "Well...I sort of like to wait a few days. Cumming is so intense then." I gently but firmly stroked his insanely hard cock and then started tongue lashing the swollen purple head while working his shaft and licking his balls. I even took a tongue swipe at his ass to see how he would react..." "Oh fuck! That's awesome! Yeahh!" "You like that huh Hunter?" "Yeah, sometimes I rub my hole when I jack it. That's so hot!" I hadn't even really sucked his cock yet and I could tell he was almost ready to burst! "uhhh...oh yeah....suck my balls...that's soooo good...suck my cock...please suck me..." he moaned. "You got it stud." I wrapped my lips around his hard and leaking rod and he almost fell backwards. This kid was either horny as hell or was a very passionate boy! As I got his cock deeper into my mouth, when I bottomed out by deep throating him he got on his tippy toes and squeaked out "...yessss....my girlfriend could never do that! That is sooo gooood!" I fished my hard cock out of my shorts and started jacking it slowly. "You like that Hunter? Me sucking your hard cock?" "Fuck yeah Brad, please don't stop! Please...gonna cum soon!" I pulled off. He groaned "Aww...why did you stop? I was so close..." "Not yet Hunter boy. This is your first `Bro-job' I want you to have the most mind blowing cum of your life." He smiled "I was almost there...It is sooo fuckin awesome. Umm...but I am not sure if I can return the favor." I laughed, "You don't have to, if you change your mind it is cool, if this works for you, that cool too. It's all good." He looked down at my drooling cock which hovered about 6" above his flip flopped foot. There was a nice blob of my precum on his toes. "Looks like you already got some on me" He wiggled his toes where the slime had pooled. "Sticky." "We'll clean it off." "No, it's ok. Feels kind of weird but good." "You won't think so if I blow a load on your toes." He laughed "Sucking my cock and kinky too." You have no idea boy...no idea. "There are a lot of things I am into, but we'll get to that later if that happens. In the mean time, let's get this monster taken care of." I sucked him down again taking it in my throat over and over, each time he got on his toes and would moan affirmations that would only motivate me to do it more. As I bobbed up and down my cock was leaking tons of precum and had a thought...well this boy likes his hole played with, let's see how he reacts to this. I got a blob of pre on my fingers and started rubbing his tight hole in small circles. Between the precum and sweat he was pretty slick back there! I gently started working my finger into his ass. "Oh...oh fuck...what are you....oh SHIT! Dude, I don't know if I am ready for that." "Trust me Hunter." "Yeah, I mean, no...I mean, it feels sooo good with your finger in there. This is new for me, sorry, I mean, I don't know if I can..." I started moving my finger in and out of his very tight and hot ass, "Feels good right?" His head leaned back and his eyes rolled back into his skull, "Y-yeah! So good..." "How about this?" I slid my finger in and hit his prostate. "OHH! FUCK!!! SHIT! Goddam! What was that?!!" "Your prostate. That deep feeling you get when you cum, that is the source of that pleasure. If you massage it while you are jacking off you will cum like a cannon. I'll stop if you want me to, but I think you'll like it. Do you trust me?" He looked down at me, wow the eyes of a horny teenaged boy! Total lust and I was loving it. "Yeah...ok, just let me cum....please! I think I am going to explode!" "You got it man!" I went back down on his cock and started fingering his prostate and we went wild, moaning louder and louder. I could tell he would not last much longer, he started gasping for air and his legs started shaking like crazy. He started losing is balance and had to grab on to the parts rack! "Fuck! Gonna, gonna...cummm! Aaawwww FUUUCKKKKK!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. I felt his prostate twitch and I started ramming it with my finger as hard as I could and cum he did! He fell back against the wall and shot this load that only a healthy horny teenaged boy could do. The first wad was small then he almost started pissing a stream of cum into my waiting mouth! I started swallowing as fast as I could but he just kept blowing over and over, 6, 7, 8 shots of teen cum flooded my mouth and so much so that it started dripping out of the side running down my chin. Each shot fired he would moan, "Nnngh!" sound. At that exact moment I shot a big load all over his legs and feet, with my slime running down and pooling between his foot and flipflop. He slumped down a little, eyes closed, I think he almost passed out! He regained his footing a little bit and his eyes fluttered open. "Oh. My. God. I have never cummed that hard in my life. And you swallowed it. My girlfriends would never do that. Whew...Oh...damn, you weren't kidding. You got your spooge all over my feet...Haha!" He started smearing my cum on his feet into his worn and dirty flipflops. As I stood up wiping his cum off my chin I smiled at him. "Glad you enjoyed it Hunter. Yeah sorry about that. I got a little heated up and came faster than normal. Let me get a rag to clean that up." "Nah, that's ok. It'll dry soon and I sort of like the feeling." He blushed. Now the awkward time started, no eye contact and he started pulling his shorts up. "Hunter, as long as you had fun that's all that matters. I won't tell anyone about this and if this is the only time we do it, that is totally fine. I hope we can be car buddies at least." He looked down at his drying feet and said quietly, "Sure. I mean I would like that, car buddies, but maybe...I mean if you are cool with it, maybe we can...you know...do this again...maybe?" "It would be my pleasure, whenever you want to, but how does that work with your once-a-week jack session?" I laughed. He smiled "Shit, if you can make me cum like that every time, you can do it 3 times a day!" I laughed "Well, one down, two more to go today! Just kidding." I gently grabbed his head, pulled him towards me and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "You are such a cute boy." He blushed, "Thanks. That's the first time a guy has told me that." He looked deep into my eyes, and slowly pulled me in and kissed me right on the lips and then we started making out a little. He pulled away, "I can taste my cum." I looked at him, "Gross?" "No, not really just different." "Hunter, you can do whatever you want to do, we can stop, we can repeat this, or we can do different things, whatever you are comfortable with. And don't worry, if I see you in the real world or at the store, I will be nice but never let on that I swallowed your cum." He laughed, "Thanks, I appreciate that." "You in a hurry to leave? You want something to drink?" "Not a huge hurry, but we do need to get my truck back on the road, but yeah, I think I need a drink, you drained all of the fluid out of me." "Funny guy! Ok, have a seat out on the patio and I'll grab something. I have beer but if I give you one I can only give you one. Don't want you to get pulled over." "That's cool. Thanks." As I escorted him to my patio, he took a seat at the table, kicked off his flipflops and sat with his legs apart. I know he was teasing me. I could almost see his balls. As I came back with the beer he was smoking a cigarette. "You know those things are bad for you right?" As I sat down, I pulled one out for myself and lit up. "Yeah, I only smoke after sex." He said grinning at me. We sat across from each other, getting better acquainted, he was an above average student in school, played football until a knee injury made him stop. He was into cars and wanted to be a mechanic and maybe work on a NASCAR team someday. We finished our beers and went back to his truck to get it running again. I grabbed my tools and timing light and headed out. It was starting to get dark when we go there. I put the part in, we got it running, adjusted the timing and it was running as it should. As we sat in his truck, he looked over at me, "Thanks Brad. For the part, and, umm, you know..." "The awesome blowjob?" "No. The fucking awesome blowjob." I reached over and grabbed his bulge and he was chubbing up again. Oh, to be a 17 year old again. "Anytime stud, if this thing needs attention, let me know." His head tilted back and he was hard in like 2 seconds. "Hmm, wow. Horny boy!" "Sorry, can't help it." He looked over at me and suddenly lunged at me and started kissing me like a boy possessed! He was all hands and tongue as he started feeling me up. "Easy boy, easy..." "Sorry again." "Don't worry about it Hunter. But you'd better get home before it gets too late. See ya later?" "For sure, Brad. For sure!" He fired up his truck and burned rubber off the side of the road. I had the feeling I might see him again.