Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2018 22:48:12 +0000 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Auto Parts Boy II - Adult/Youth Auto Parts Boy II 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. All Rights Reserved FFFF -- 2018. Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! Adult/Youth - Oral, Anal, 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 The fuel lines came on a Friday afternoon and Hunter called me from the shop. "Hi can I speak to Mr. Johnson please?" "Speaking..." "Hi Mr. Johnson, this is Hunter from Napa Auto Parts, just wanted to let you know your fuel lines came in this morning." "Hi Hunter from Napa Auto Parts! Thanks for letting me know. By the way, do you guys deliver?" "We do for an additional $10 fee yes sir. Would you like those parts delivered now or later this evening?" "Later this evening is fine. Will you be delivering them yourself?" "Urm...yeah sure I can. We close at 9PM, are you ok with me dropping them off when we close sir?" `Sir' huh? I laughed to myself. "Sure, that's fine. You know my address I think." "Yes sir, I, um, I mean WE do have that on file. Is like 9:20-9:30 ok?" "Mmmhmm....yep, that would be great! You can come around back, I'll be here." "Ok Bra...Mr. Johnson. See you then!" About 9:25 I heard a vehicle coming down the road, it was the familiar blue truck with Hunter at the wheel. As he pulled up to my garage door he stepped out wearing his blue uniform coveralls practically zipped all the way down and instead of the boots he was wearing the same busted up flipflops. He had the parts in hand with a smile on his face. "Hi Mr. Johnson, I have your hose, I mean fuel lines." I laughed at him "Hose huh? Bring them to my shop and drop them off on the workbench and I will get your delivery fee." I walked into the house and grabbed a $10 and when I came back he was leaning against the workbench, with a `come hither' look on his face. "Well look who has made himself comfortable. Those flipflops steel toed?" He laughed, "Naw, boots hurt my feet. I hate wearing shoes." He laughed a little and held out his hand, I placed my hand into his and he pulled me to him and started kissing me. This boy was in heat again. "God, I have been thinking about this all day, touch me, feel me, fuck me..." "Easy boy, `fuck me,' what brought this on? You need to be more careful with your words." He looked panicked, "Oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I mean...shit." "Hunter, what's up with you?" "I can't help it, fuck!" He started crying... "Whoa Hunter, did I push things too far?" Between sobs he started talking "N-no, it's not that! Fuck! The first time I saw you at the store you made me so horny, I think you are so hot! I wanted you right then and there and I don't know why. Then you sucked me off, the best blowjob I've ever had! I mean, I have never felt this way about a girl or a boy ever! I am so scared about being gay, my dad would kill me if he ever found out. He's such as asshole!" I felt so bad for him, I held him, "It's ok Hunter. Just because we did something doesn't mean that you are gay necessarily. Maybe you are curious, maybe you are bisexual, maybe you are straight. You're young, don't worry about labels too much. If you find the one, you find the one." As he wiped the tears from his eyes, "Maybe you are right. But why is it every time I think about you I get hard and I just want to do things with you that I have never even thought of? I mean I want to get totally naked with you and go to bed with you...and...we...do things, you know...we suck and fuck...each other. You know what I mean?" "Yes, I do understand. Let's just play that by ear for now. Listen kid, you are hot and the thought of fucking you totally appeals to me but there are a couple of things, first, you are technically underage which can be a problem, and second, I don't want us to have sex and then you freak out. And finally, if for some reason either one of us wants to stop, we have to accept and respect the person for wanting to stop." "I get it." He looked sad "Hunter, I am more than willing to let you experiment and find yourself, we'll take this only as far as you want to go. I have a lot of experience with different sexual things, I mean I am old enough to be your daddy so I have done lots of things and very few things are off limits to me. If there are things you want to try, just be honest and tell me what you want." He held me tight, "I want you. Naked. On top of me. I want to feel what it is like with a guy. Please...." As I held him, I could feel his hard cock pushing into my how hard cock. But, I know how this often goes. We get our rocks off a few times then he loses interest. That's the way it usually is and I don't have a problem with that, I was more concerned with him and how he felt about things. For the time being though, the boy wanted some attention and I am willing to give as much as he wanted. Untapped daddy issues? Perhaps, or just a horny boy? Obviously. I kissed him gently on the lips and he kissed back and then a tongue war started. I unzipped his coveralls more and started running my hand on his smooth chest, pinching his nipples and just feeling his toned hard body all over. He took the hint and slid his hand under my t-shirt and started rubbing my hairy chest. We stopped and came up for air, "Damn, why am I getting so turned on by this? Your chest is so sexy and furry. I wish I had hair on my chest." I chuckled, "Actually I like it that you have a smooth chest. I like smooth boys." He looked at me, "Boy huh? Am I your boy now?" is said in a low sexy tone. "Well Hunter, I know you are kind of new at this, and I wouldn't expect you to know better, but sometimes if you are another mans `boy' it means that the man `owns' the `boy' in a sense. I know that is probably not what you meant, but yeah you can be my `boy' for as much or little as you want." He seemed to understand a little bit. "Does that mean that the, urm, "boy" always gets it in the butt from...I guess the "man?" I like inquisitive guys. "Not necessarily." I smiled. "It really depends on how the relationship is setup. Some `man-boy,' or `daddy-son' relationships are totally versatile, some are not. There are `top' sons and `bottom' daddies and vice versa, sometimes 50/50, it really depends." I could see the lightbulb go on. "I get it. So, I guess that...well...I am the `boy' or `son,' and you are my `daddy?" I laughed! "Well by the law of age it would make the most sense." I started rubbing his chest. "I like being a `daddy' type, in fact I like being called `daddy' if the other partner is into that sort of scene. What we are doing together, well that is certainly not necessary that type of thing unless we agree to it." I ran my hands down the back of his coveralls, rubbing his ass. He fell into me, I could hear him breathing heavily in my ear. I licked his earlobe, "But let's not worry about that right now. Let's just do what feels good. You want to go inside?" I heard a breathy "Yesss. Real bad..." I pulled away, grabbed his hand, "Let's go. Remember, we can stop anytime you want to. Understand?" He nodded slowly. I don't think he was going to change his mind at this moment. We walked hand in hand inside, walking thru the French doors to the master bedroom. He took in the sights, a California king bed, lights set low. He looked around, "Wow, that is a huge bed." "One of the biggest ones made." I gently pulled him towards me. "Ok you sexy little fucker, we are both a little dirty from working today. Let's take a shower together." All he could do was nod again. He kicked off his flipflops and I stood in front of him, unzipped his coveralls and pulled them off of him. He didn't have a shirt on underneath but he did have a very tight pair of boxer briefs and I could see his cock straining inside them and a big wet-spot. I pulled his underwear off and there he stood, totally naked. "Damn boy, you are absolutely beautiful!" I could stare at him like that for hours! I started pulling my t-shirt off and he stopped me, "No...let me." He pulled my shirt off, balled it up and sniffed it. I was like...oh really? Only the 2nd time with a man and he is already into smells...interesting. I had kicked my shoes off already and he got to my shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped them and pulled them down. I wasn't wearing underwear and now it was my turn to let him take the visual in. I rubbed my chest and fluffed my cock, "So Hunter-boy. What do you think?" He started rubbing my chest. "Nice...so nice...I really like your chest hair." I let his hands roam wherever he wanted to. He got down to my cock and gave it a squeeze, "Wow, so hot...hard...I never thought that I would be so into touching another guys junk." I smiled, "We both have very smelly junk right now. Let's get into the shower." I put my hand in his and led him to the bathroom that has a large glass shower, more than big enough for the two of us. As we waited for the water to warm up we stood there kissing like mad, but I knew that I had to be careful. This boy could probably cum in about 5 seconds and I wanted it to last for a while. We stepped into the shower and I took my sweet time lathering him up, literally from head to toe, getting every crevice, all he could do is gently moan. He probably hasn't been washed like this since he was a little boy. As he rinsed off, I soaped up and rinsed quickly. He walked out of the shower and I dried him completely off with a bath sheet, again drying every nook he had. He offered to do the same for me, and I let him. We laid on the bed kissing gently at first but as with all teen boys, that didn't last. He became a boy possessed. "Easy boy, easy. Let's take our time, unless you have to be somewhere." "No, as long as I'm home by midnight, I'm good." "So, Hunter, what do you want to try first?" He looked like he was thinking for a moment or two, unsure where to start, but he finally said softly, "Well...I mean, you sucked me already, would it be ok, if, I like, sucked you?" I giggled, "Of course you can. Do whatever feels natural." He scooted down the bed to my lap. He seemed so curious about my cock, I mean he had to have seen several, family members, in the locker room, friends, but I am not sure really what he was thinking, maybe this is the first one he has seen up close? He tentatively and gently grabbed it, looked it then started stroking it. I decided to lean back and go with the flow as he attempted to please me. I could tell his face was close because I could feel his hot breath blowing across it. Then he stopped and I felt the unmistakable hot and wet sensation of him taking me into his mouth. Just the head at first, then about ½ way down. "Nice job Hunter, but be careful with the teeth." "Sorry." "Don't worry about it, you're doing fine. Take your time and stop whenever you want to." "Ok..." He went back down on me. I have to admit, he was giving it his best effort and doing a very fine job as a beginner. I could see his head rise and fall slowly, I ran my fingers thru his long damp hair offering encouragement but not pushing things too much. His lips were on my cock but his hands roamed everywhere, gently squeezing my balls and running a hand on my hairy stomach and chest. He stopped for a moment, looking up at me with his beautiful eyes, "Am I doing ok?" "You are doing great! You need a break?" He sort of looked disappointed, "My jaw is starting to hurt a little. I didn't know sucking a dick was so much work!" He laughed. I giggled at him, "And you wonder why some girls don't like to do it very long. Take your time, do what your body and mind compels you to do." He licked the head for a moment, "Thanks. I guess I sort of wanted to do this for a while, but guys my age...well I don't trust them to keep quiet about it." He laid his head on my leg, still jacking me slowly and suddenly got very introspective. "Ever since we got together a couple of days ago you've been on my mind all the time. I still think I like girls too and I see other guys around that are good looking but they just don't do it for me. But, when I think about you, it is different, you know?" I nodded. "I get that, maybe it is an age thing or just an attraction thing?" He sighed, "Maybe? I don't know..." There was a question burning in my mind, I just don't know if I should go there or not. It could break the mood but I had to know. I actually LIKE this kid, if it was just a one-off thing it wouldn't have even occurred to me. Do I just fuck this kid or make him a more self-aware human? He seemed deep in thought still but was still playing my cock. "Hunter, can I ask a personal question?" "Sure." "Do you get along with your dad?" "No! He's such a racist, homophobic, redneck, asshole drunk! I can't wait to move out and get away from him!" And there it was, `daddy-issues' in the making. I knew it! "Why did you have to bring that up?" "I'm sorry Hunter. I shouldn't have gone there." Well this mood is probably dead now, but he didn't stop, he was still touching me. He sighed, "...It's ok. I just hate being around him, all he does is drink, watches sports but never let's me watch NASCAR or do anything I like to do. I get straight A's in school, work and it's never enough." I gently stroked his hair, I tried to lighten the mood a little. "Well that's shitty. I would at least let you watch NASCAR." He giggled, "That would be great. I wish you were my da..." Then his hand slapped his mouth shut and he had this look of abject terror on his face! I couldn't hear it clearly but I think he said "ohmygod" with his mouth covered. I looked down at him "What's wrong Hunter?" "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry Brad, I didn't mean it!" I thought, `yes you should have and yes you did mean it.' "If you want me to leave I will..." "Leave? Are you kidding me? Why would I want you to leave?" "Cuz of what I said...you being my...dad..." I smiled at him warmly, "Oh Hunter, my sweet boy. That doesn't bother me at all. I am trying to help you find yourself, and if I am being a positive role model then all the better. We have some common interests and the fact that I am much older than you shouldn't matter. Come here..." He crawled up to me looking into my eyes, "...Let's not worry about all of that now." I kissed him deeply and his body melted into mine. I had this feeling that he had been so repressed that I wanted him to have the control for once. "You are in control Hunter. Do what feels right." He got this strange look of resolve on his face, "Fuck him...fuck him and his shitty life...I'm gonna start living life for ME, not HIM! If I like to eat pussy and fuck girls, or suck a cock and get fucked in the ass by a guy, it's not his business! ...fuck him..." I had to applaud his attitude. He took my face into his hands, "...umm...umm...d...da...umm..." His face was strained, he had to say something. "Say it Hunter..." A tear rolled down his face. He barely squeaked out, "...daddy..." "Yes Hunter?" He leaned in and hugged me, and cried into my ear, "...daddy...love me...please love me...Love Me Please! Why Don't You Love Me??!" And the tears poured out of his eyes as he started sobbing uncontrollably. There it was, and my heart broke. This was not a 17-year old young man saying this, it was a scared 10-year old boy who wanted love from his daddy that he never got! The digression was astonishing and almost unsettling! He is built like a man but his brain was a scared and angry little boy that apparently had a lot of emotion bottled up for a very long time. I was very upset that this good boy had such an awful distant and abusive father. He laid on me, sobbing into my shoulder for a good 10-minutes as I comforted him. "Shhhh....it's ok Hunter...it's ok..." I stroked his hair and back as got all of his emotion and feelings out there. He finally started to calm down a little and stopped crying. "...fuck..." "What's the matter Hunter-boy?" He took his head off my shoulder, red puffy eyes, sweat and snot running down his face. Adorable in a weird way! "...wow...that's embarrassing..." he said as he rubbed his eyes and face. "Why? Nothing to be ashamed of." "Well, I came here all horny, and...well..." I laughed, "Oh, that's ok. Don't worry about that." I ruffled his hair, he smiled. "I guess you know what you know now. I'll try not to be such a pussy next time..." I looked at him seriously, "Hey...nothing wrong with a guy that cries. " "Yeah, maybe you're right. I still want to do things with you...but...can I just lay here? Next to you? For a little while?" "Of course you can." I pulled the covers over us and he laid next to be and held me tightly, resting his head on my chest. As he lay there I would gently fiddle with his hair, as I was reflecting on what had happened over the last hour or so, I felt him change...the boy had fallen asleep! An emotional outburst like that can be exhausting! He steady deep breathing almost knocked me out too but someone had to be an adult here. As much as I would have loved him to spend the night, I didn't want to get him into trouble, so about 20 minutes into his nap, I gently rolled him off and he moaned but stayed asleep. I had to collect my thoughts. I put a robe on and walked out on to my back porch. This whole thing was a little unsettling so I grabbed a beer and light up a cigarette and sat in my favorite chair. I had to ask myself, did I do the right thing? That was quite an outburst to say the least. As I sat ruminating on the events of that evening, I sort of lost track of time, but then noticed that it was about 11:15. I went back into the bedroom to find the boy was still sleeping, laying on his stomach with half of the sheets covering him. I could see one leg and foot, most of his butt and his soft cock and balls tucked between his lightly hairy globes. Naughty things went thru my mind, but time to be the adult again. I took off my robe and crawled into bed next to him and gently caressed his back. "Hunter...Hunter, time to get up." He jumped a little but then laid back down. "Don't wanna..." he mumbled into the pillow. "You have to, it's after 11, you need to get home." He moaned again, "I wanna stay here with you daddy." "Can't, don't want to get you into trouble." Wait, did he just say `daddy??' He rolled over on to his back, now the sheets completely away, his cock completely distended now, you know, that morning wood thing! I leaned in and kissed him gently and he reached around and hugged me. He suddenly stopped. "Wait...did I just call you daddy?" I grinned, "So it seems." His head hit the pillow and grinned. "Crap...guess I like you a little..." "Guess so, I don't mind you calling me that." I kissed him again. "But, daddy Brad says you need to go home." He was a little dejected but he got it. "Yeah, guess so." He rolled out of bed and started getting his coveralls back on and slipped his feet into his busted up flipflops. Old Navy, dark blue, size 12, noted. "Man, Hunter, those things are shot to shit." He looked a little embarrassed, "Yeah, haven't had money to get new ones. I hate wearing shoes, and my...'dad' (in air quotes) thinks that only fags and girls wear flipflops. I have to hide these in my truck so he doesn't throw them away again." Jeez, his dad is a dick! "You working tomorrow?" He zipped up his coveralls, "Yeah, but a short shift, only working till 1. Why?" "I need a little help here tomorrow if you're interested. I could use some help installing the fuel lines. I'll pay you for your time. Unless you'll have problems with your...(air quotes) `dad.'" "Nah, he'll be half drunk by then, I think he's going to a buddy's house to watch the game anyway. My curfew is 1AM on Saturdays." He made sure he had his wallet and keys. I walked over to him and hugged him. "I know that you came over this evening for one thing, but got something else. I hope you are not disappointed." He looked into my eyes, "Not disappointed. Thank you, I have not been held for such a long time. I hope we can do that again, and maybe more." "Anytime you want Hunter-boy." We exchanged cell numbers and he got to his truck. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He fired up his old truck and drove off into the night. It was getting late for me and I knew I needed to get up in the morning and start getting the fuel system back into check with the Vette, had to drain the fuel, and pull the lines. Ugh! Has to be done but at least I will have a nice strong boy to help. I locked up the house and laid down, and I heard my phone beep. I looked, and it was Hunter. Hunter Hayes -- got home safe, thanks for u know everything. :-) Brad J Cell -- You're welcome. Just come by when you are off. I'll be in the garage working when you get here. Good night, sleep well Hunter-boy. :-) Hunter Hayes -- i will thx Hunter Hayes -- oh, btw fwiw Hunter Hayes -- i really wish you were my daddy Brad J Cell -- Aww, I'll be whoever you need me to be.