Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2018 19:25:34 +0000 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Auto Parts Boy V Auto Parts Boy V 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! Thank you to all of you who have written saying you enjoy the story. Special shout out to MK, you know who you are. :-) 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 Hunter and I exchanged text messages most of Sunday and Monday. He had to work and go to school so didn't have time to come over. He was so worried that I would be mad that he didn't come and see me but I explained to him that I would be more upset if he didn't follow thru with his responsibilities. He did text me and say he wanted to maybe come over on Tuesday after work and I said that was perfectly fine. He also said he wanted to go home and change before he came over. The Napa closed early at 7 for inventory so he said he would at my house around 8 or so. He texted me around 5 after 7 saying he clocked out and would be at my place asap. 7:45, 7:55, 8:05, 8:15... Hmmm, I was getting ready to send him a text to see if he was ok and my phone rang, Hunter was calling me. "Hello...". Silence, "Hello??" I heard crying on the other end, "Hunter, is that you?" "...daddy...something bad happened...". I jumped up out of my chair, "Hunter...what happened, are you ok??" He was sobbing! "Hunter! Are you ok?? Where are you?" Between sobs he tried to speak, "D..daddy! I, I'm at the Wal, WalMart...parking lot! I, I, I c...can't drive any, anymore! P, Please come, I'm...sc...sc...SCARED daddy!!" My heart was breaking and I was almost on the verge of tears! He sounded terrified! "Hunter...don't move, I'll be there in 5-minutes!" I ran out of the house and jumped into my E-63 Mercedes fired it up and if it wasn't for traction control I would have literally burned rubber all the way there! Normally the drive to WalMart was about 8-10 minutes, I was there in 5! I pulled into the parking lot frantically looking for Hunters truck and I finally saw it at the end in a corner. I raced over to him, got out of the car to find him laying in his seat in a fetal position. I thought the absolute worst in a flash of a second. I pulled the door open and heard him whimpering. "Hunter! Hunter! What happened?? Are you ok??" He sat up and I saw his face...he had a split lip, a bruised cheek and his tank top had splats of blood on it! I went red with rage! The red mist was taking over my senses and I could barely control myself! I pulled him out of the truck and held him tightly as he wept on my shoulder. "Hunter...who did this to you?" As if I had to really guess... "Dad did it...he's never hit be before...he hit me!" he wailed. "Lock your truck up, let's get you out of here, We'll get it later!" I lead him to the car and raced home listening to him sputter and cry the whole ride. As we got into the house I took him into my bathroom to see how hurt he was. His lip had a little split but it had stopped bleeding and the bruise on his cheek was not too bad. The physical damage was light, the emotional damage was profound! I lead him by the hand to the living room, poured him a rum and coke, and sat him down. "Hunter, please tell me what happened...". The story rocked me to my core! "I went home to change and get ready and he wasn't there. I took a quick shower and got changed and when I went into the living room, he was sitting there, already drunk and pissed off... `Where you think you're going boy?' `Out, meeting friends' `Friends huh? Hangin around your faggotty little friends again?' `Dad, that's messed up. Why are you always shitting on my friends?' `What the fuck else am I supposed to think? Look at you! Dressed like a little queer, wearing those faggot shoes again! Told you boy only girls and fags wear those flipflop things!' `I'm not gonna fight with you again dad! I'm outahere!' His dad jumped up and blocked his exit. `Dad...move' `You gonna make me you little cocksucker?' He pushed Hunter. `Dad, don't push me around!' and he shoved his dad back! His dad got in his face, his drunken beer breath permeated his nose, `Listen to me you little cockhound! Push me again and I'll kick your little faggot ass! What are your fag friends gonna think then? No one will wanna fuck your pretty mouth after I fuck you up! Hunter had enough and went into a blind rage! He grabbed his dad and pushed him to the floor! `FUCK YOU!! You know what dad?? I AM a faggot!! I love cock! I love sucking it and swallowing cum! I love it when my man fucks me in the ASS! Yeah, that's right! A MAN! A Real man fucks me! And I fuck him too and he loves it!! I may be a cocksucking faggot but I am more of a MAN than you will EVER be!! His dad scrambled to his feet, `Get out of my house you fucking fag!' His dad hit him in the face twice and Hunter pushed him back as hard as he could and his father tripped and hit his head on the coffee table with a crash. He was unconscious! Hunter panicked! He ran out of the house drove down the street and broke down. He ended up in the WalMart parking lot and he called me. He began crying again, "I think I killed him! I don't know what to do now! They are gonna throw me in jail!!" I held him tight, "Calm down baby boy, calm down. We don't know what happened yet. Show me where you live and I'll check things out. He relented but was very uneasy. "Wait here..." I walked into my room and unlocked my safe in my closet. I pulled out my 9mm stowing in my hip holster. Before anyone asks, yes, I have a concealed carry permit! I put an oversize shirt on, I didn't want him to know I was carrying and came back to the living room. He was shaking like a leaf! "Ok Hunter, let's go." I pulled him up by the hand and walked him to my car. It was not cold outside at all but he was shivering like he was freezing. We drove to his part of town and I admit that I had never been in this area before. Oh lord, such a shit hole! It was a street lined with what could best be described as meth houses, old furniture sitting around, disabled cars, a collection of the dregs of society, depressing and terrible. "4th house, on the right." He hung his head in shame and was gently crying. I couldn't believe it! The house was a total wreck! It looked like it had been abandoned except for the dim light that was glowing in the windows. I pulled past the house and stopped, turned off the lights but kept the car running. "Hunter, listen to me very carefully." He nodded, "I am going to check things out, but do NOT let anyone else in this car but me. If I get jumped, get in the driver's seat and get the fuck out of here and call 911. Do you understand?" He protested, "I'm not leaving you here!" I grabbed his shoulder, "HUNTER! Promise me! If things go bad, get out of here! Do you understand??" He sobbed, "...yes...". "Good. I'll be right back." I get out of the car and unsnap my holster, and carefully walk towards the house. As I near the window I peek in. I see broken glass, a busted up coffee table and beer cans everywhere but nothing else. Then in a flash I see a shadow in the hallway! I looked at this sad and pathetic man, drunk as fuck, icebag on his neck, cussing..."fuckin fag kid!" He cracked another beer, sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. Ok, so he was not dead, looked like someone kicked the shit out of HIM though! I could do nothing more than smile to myself, "Serves you right you motherfucker!" I said under my breath. I had to contain myself to NOT kick the door in and beat the crap out of him. I snuck away and jogged back to the car. I get in and he stares at me with a panicked look. "Is he...is he...dead?" "Good news and bad news, he's still very much alive. Let's get out of here!" I put the car in gear and we sped away. We got back to the house, not a word was said until we got inside. I went back to my safe, disarmed myself, and came back into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, his feet tucked under his butt and his face buried in his hands. "Daddy Brad. What am I gonna do? I can't go home, he'll kill me for sure..." "Hear me very carefully Hunter. You are never going back to that house, ever. You will stay here with me." "But my clothes, my laptop and school books, my stuff...it's all there!" "We'll get that when he goes to work tomorrow. You'll stay here tonight, you're not going to school tomorrow and I'll call your manager Ron at Napa and say you can't come in." "I'm staying here? I don't want to put you out..." "And I am not putting you out either. You are staying here with me, that's the end of it." I sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "...thank you for saving me daddy..." "I could not live with myself if I did anything less." He yawned and laid his head on me. "...I'm sleepy...". It was only 9:45 but I felt the stress of the evening too. "Take a shower and get cleaned up. I need to send a few emails before I turn in, so I'll come to bed in a little bit. Ok"? He nodded and started walking away. Then he turned to me, "Thank you again Brad. I love you daddy." Then went to the bedroom. I sent the emails explaining that I had to take a day off for a personal matter, closed up the house, shut the lights and went to the bedroom. The lights were low and I saw him lying there, totally naked, and I watched his chest rise and fall as he slept. I took and shower and laid next to him. He moaned a little bit, rolled over and then started snuggling with me. I fell asleep a few minutes later with his naked warm body laying next to mine. Sometime after 2 in the morning I heard voices, "mmm...no, No, don't hit me!" I awoke to him thrashing around, he must have been having a nightmare. I held him tight, "Shhhh, you're safe Hunter...I'm here...shhhhh..." I stroked his head and calmed him down. After a moment he was out again. This poor boy. The next morning I woke up, it was about 7:30. I looked over to see Hunter still sleeping in a tangle of sheets. I quietly crept out to not disturb him and was sitting on my couch having coffee thinking about how things would happen today. Getting into that shitty house, getting the few possessions he had, getting his truck, making phone calls, etc. All of the logistics spun in my head. I look up and see him standing there in my robe. "I hope you don't mind. I had to find something to wear." He grinned. "That's ok. I prefer you naked, but the robe is good too." I teased. "Coffee?" "Yes please, I'll get it. You've done enough for me daddy." "Cups in the cabinet above the coffee maker." He sat next to me slowly drinking his coffee. "How's the lip and face?" "Sore but I'm ok." As we sat there, we made plans for the day, I made the calls to cover him for work and called the school pretending to be his "dad" so he wouldn't get into trouble at school. We got his truck, took it to my house and then had to do the one thing we didn't want to do. Go and get his stuff from that miserable hell-hole of a house. I grabbed some bags and we got into my truck and drove over. I could tell that he was scared and I held his hand. "You'll be ok baby boy. Let's just get this done so you can move on with life." He nodded his head trying to put a good face on things but I could tell that he might break down at any second. We pulled up and his dad's shit Ford Taurus was gone. We walked to the house, unlocked the door and was immediately blasted with the smell of smoke, cheap beer and an obvious plumbing problem. "Sorry it stinks in here." He said with embarrassment. "Don't worry about it, let's get your stuff and get out of here." We walked down the narrow hallway to his room. It was dingy, small, cramped with a sheet covering the window, the bed was terrible! Sheets torn and a comforter that was ripped. I thought to myself it is a wonder that this kid was not on drugs and failing school. We got the few clothes that were in good shape, his work boots, coveralls, a few knickknacks and his laptop and his book bag. Then I saw something familiar in the bed. It was my t-shirt! I grabbed it and held it up. He turned 10-shades of red! "Naughty boy, stealing my t-shirt..." I laughed. "Uhh, I'm sorry, I, I..." he stuttered, "That's ok Hunter, I'm only playing with you. Got everything?" He looked around the room. "Yeah. Let's get the fuck outahere..." and started walking out of the room. As we made our way to the door he stopped and looked over at the couch. He walked over and grabbed the remote and walked outside. I was like, `uh, ok...'. He walked out to the front yard, looked up, and threw the remote on the roof! "Throw MY flipflops away huh? Fuck you..." he grumbled. We walked back to the truck and got in and drove off. Nothing was said until we got to the first traffic light. I looked over at him, gently mocking him, "Throw My flipflops away..." and started laughing. He looked over at me a little upset, but I saw my Hunter reemerge. He started laughing like crazy, laughing so hard in fact he split his lip a little bit and it started seeping. "Oww...fuck..." He was still giggling. "Oh, Hunter, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to re-injure yourself" I stroked his cheek. "That's ok daddy. It doesn't hurt anymore." We were still giggling as we walked back into the house. He looked at me and hugged me, "Daddy, I can never repay you for getting me out of there. Thank you..." "It's ok Hunter. I am glad to help you get out of that living hell." He kissed my earlobe and whispered, "...daddy, make love to me...". "Now?" He nodded his head, took my hand and led me to the bedroom.