Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2018 20:24:20 +0000 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Auto Parts Boy VII Auto Parts Boy VII 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 ::Thank you all again for your continued interest!:: In hindsight, this conversation was inevitable. I had spent so much time focusing on Hunter and his needs that my story really didn't come up. But here we are, sitting on the back patio and I nervously smoked one cigarette after another. This was a dark, sad place and I HATED revisiting it! Even with a hang over, I felt that I needed a drink. Every time I went back and thought about my life, especially THIS part, I feel that I want to throw up. I sighed deeply and told him my truth. "A long time ago, about 18-years ago or so, I got married to a woman. Her name was Janice. She was perfect in every way, attractive, a professional, she even knew about my sexual interests with men and although she asked that I never bring it home, she never admonished me for my feelings. I respected her wishes and I did my best to keep my extracurricular activities discreet. She was a great woman." Hunter intently listened as I laid bare my life to him. "Daddy, so I guess you are bisexual?" "Yeah, I can function sexually with a woman and it can even be satisfying, and I did love Janice when I married her." The boy really sensed my nervousness. "Wow, that must have been hard." I nodded, "It was, yes." "But I don't understand, did you divorce?" I shook my head, "No, she was killed in a car accident, 7-years ago..." I started shaking and crying, "Along with...I'm sorry Hunter, this is hard for me." He had his hand over his mouth and looked very concerned, "With? Oh no..." "Yes, both Janice and my..." I gulped "...son were killed." I lost it. Hunter stood up and hugged me hard trying to comfort his daddy. "Daddy, it's ok....shhhhh, it's ok..." Now here was the "son" comforting the "daddy." I felt the pang of shame and sorrow that I could barely speak. Look at me! I am supposed to comfort him and he is, trying to do the same. "What is his name?" I sputtered out, "...his name was..." "NO Daddy! What IS his name?" "Jacob." I managed to get out. "He would be about your age now, he was the sweetest boy. Janice was chunky and he was always a fat little boy which made him angelic. Just imagine a blond round face, blue eyes. He was a beautiful spirit. I would have traded places with him, I should be dead, not him." "Don't say that daddy!" I just stood up and went to the bedroom. I did something that I rarely ever did. I found my phone and showed him a picture of Jacob. It was taken a few months before the accident. He was smiling, longish blond hair, he was always a happy boy and I adored him. He was lying on the beach, pudgy face, wearing board shorts and no shirt and was lying with Janice on a beach town in Hawaii. I broke down again and was sobbing. Hunter held me and cried with me. "I'm sorry Hunter, I was not trying to hide this from you, but it is so hard to think about." "I didn't mean to make you sad daddy. But I think I am beginning to understand and why you looked sad when I said what I said about the son you never had. You DID have a son and he was taken from you. Is that why you wanted me?" Since it was pretty much out there in the open, I had to continue to be honest. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way but when I made a move on you I wasn't thinking about Jacob. I thought you were cute and that you might like to have some fun. As I got to know you better and saw that you were in a bad place, I had this internal need to help you. Not just in a sexual way but also in helping you survive and thrive because your "dad" is such an asshole. You are so beautiful, smart, and have a great future in front of you I didn't want that to go to waste. So now in a sense now I am trying to be the daddy I never had the chance to fully become." Hunter seemed to get where I was going even though I was talking on auto pilot and I was wondering if I was making sense. "I think I understand. But, were you and Jacob...you know...doing the same stuff we are doing?" "NO, no...I couldn't have done that. I got a little bit of a gay vibe from him even at his young age. He did have a best friend, he would sleep over and I did catch them jacking off together, but really that doesn't mean much. I did talk to him later even though he was embarrassed about it, I told him that it was normal to explore with other boys at his age because I did the same thing when I was young. We did talk about it but I didn't go into gritty details about myself. Not sure if it would have been appropriate." I laughed. "But we were honest with each other and he had a lot of questions like, why am I uncircumcised, why does this feel good, how can I make things feel better, will it get bigger, stuff like that. I was in the garage and he came in and whispered to me, `it happened last night.' I asked him what happened, and he said `I finally squirted sperm last night!' I had to stifle a laugh but he was so proud. Suffice to say what that happened, he was taking a LOT of alone time!" "Did you ever tell your wife about what happened with him and his friend?" I nodded, "She had a few relationships with girls when she was a teen. She understood it completely but only asked that I teach him how to be safe and to watch out for evil people who might try to take advantage of him." "Were you still doing things with guys when you were married?" "Not many, but a few. There was only one regular, a guy I worked with. She knew him and we didn't talk about it much, but she knew. We would maybe get together once a month or so and blow off some steam when we felt the urge. Nice Asian man, a couple of years younger than me. We stopped when he got transferred to another state, but we still email from time to time." He listened intently, "When did you meet Janice?" "In college when we were both Juniors. We met at a party and just hit it off. We started dating and we confessed to each other that we were somewhat freaky in bed and we did all kinds of crazy stuff. We even had a 3-some with another guy and she would just watch in awe as the other guy fucked me from behind as I ate her pussy. Our sex life was fantastic and we did love each other deeply. We got engaged a few months later and were planning on getting married the summer after we graduated. We even planned on having kids but then we were on a short trip, got super drunk, were fucking like animals and the condom broke. So, Jacob was an oops baby, and it did put her career on hold for 2-years but we made it work." "Wow! 3-some's, all kinds of freaky stuff! But, when did you start having sex daddy?" "Wow, you do like long stories, don't you?" I laughed. He giggled, "Well you are so wonderful in bed, you know how to make another person feel good." "I could go on for days, but I'll hit the high points. I guess I was about 12 when I started having sex with someone other than myself. I have been masturbating for as long as I could remember, but around then I did play with another boy in the neighborhood. His name was Kevin, he was about a year younger than me. We used to hump each other until we had an orgasm, we even did it naked a few times, but that's as far as we went. Later on, about a year later, I started jacking off with another neighbor kid and we eventually started sucking each other. After a couple of times he lost interest and started liking girls more. Then a few here and there until I was 15. There was this girl who was a freshman, same age as me, we started having sex. Our first time she was babysitting and we fucked when the kids were put to bed. We were both at Catholic school so you can imagine the repression there. We would bang as often as we could get away with. I eventually transferred to public school my sophomore year and that stopped. Then I met him." I paused. Hunter gave me a quizzical look, "Him? Him who?" I had a wistful look on my face, "Glen. The first boy I ever loved. I was 16, he was 13...he was so beautiful, naturally wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, beautiful smile. Wow! We met during that summer. His mother was, unmarried, alcoholic, verbally abusive, a real cunt." He gave a knowing nod. "I remember the first time I saw him. He was walking his bike down the sidewalk, his chain had slipped off. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue cotton shorts and flipflops. I fell in love right then and there. I went straight home and jerked off thinking about him!" Hunter snickered, "So the flipflops and foot thing already? Did you suck his toes??" I laughed, "No, I didn't start exploring that until later in life but the memory is seared in there. Janice liked it sometimes but she was really ticklish." I continued, "He would sleep in the back yard in a tent during the summer holiday because he liked to be alone and so his mother could fuck some random stranger in the house, which happened often. We started hanging out during the day, he seemed to have no other friends but me. It was late one night and I was walking home in the alley, going home after my job. I saw a light in the tent so I whispered to him calling him out. He came out of the tent unlocked the gate and let me in to the back yard. I remember he was only wearing some light cotton shorts, no shirt, barefoot. We went into the tent. It was kind of hot that evening and I asked if his mother was home and he said yeah but she's passed out drunk again. We were talking quietly and he put his hand on my jeans covered leg. I stopped talking and started rubbing his thigh. It was night, barely any sound to begin with, except crickets, but at that moment everything went totally silent in my head. We both leaned in and kissed each other, gently at first, then frantically! I ended up on top of him and we kissed madly and passionately, out sweaty bodies trying to become one. Our hands were roaming everywhere, but he managed to wrap his legs around my body and hold me so tight that I could barely breathe. He suddenly held me tight, gasped, thrusted into me and came, making a big very sticky wet spot in his shorts. I was so turned on that I pushed down into him and shot a load into my underwear and jeans. It lasted maybe 30-seconds but it felt like a blissful eternity." As I recounted my first time with Glen, I was getting aroused and noticed that Hunter was as hard as a rock. "Guess you like the story." I teased. "Yes, daddy I do, tell me more." I giggled, "It would take days to tell you everything, but the bottom line is that over the next 3-years we dated in secret. We even had sex with girls to hide that we were together, but we always came back to each other. It wasn't long after our first time that the sexual gates opened. We did everything together, and I mean everything. I had some experience, he had none, and I taught him everything I knew at the time. He was the first boy who I not only allowed to cum in my mouth but I would swallow it too, it was always very thick and sweet. He never failed to swallow mine too unless he wanted it in his ass. When we got to anal, shit! He liked fucking me but LOVED me fucking him. We took every second we could to be with each other, if it was 5-minutes of us making out in a band practice room at school, or hours hanging out at the lake, waiting for the sun to go down so we could make passionate love in the bushes. We would have gotten into so much trouble if we were caught! A 16/17 year old balls deep into a 13/14 year old begging for more, that would have been very bad for both of us. You kids are so lucky today, you can hold hands in public and even kiss, back then, it was taboo. I would not have changed a second except for how it ended." His face went from a smile to concerned, "What happened to him daddy?" "He was only 16, so when his mother moved and he had to go with her. Our last night together was filled with passion and tears. We made love and cried over and over again. I was depressed for months after. This was before the Internet and cell phones so I lost track of him. Guess it's true, you never forget your first." Hunter looked sad, "Wow. You have lost several people you loved." "True, but I would have not traded the time I had with them, be it a few months or many years." "Daddy, I think I understand now." I looked confused, "Understand? What?" "Why you show me love, why you care for me and how we make love." I still didn't get it. He rolled his eyes, "I am the boys that you have loved the most and lost. Jacob, your biological son, and Glen the first boy you loved sexually. You teach me right from wrong and how to be a good person like you taught Jacob, and you teach me passion, sex, and love like you did Glen. It's obvious!" I sat there stunned! I literally couldn't speak for a minute. How can this kid have gotten this all lined up in a few minutes and gave me a perspective that never even occurred to me! "Hunter...I think you're 100% right...it never crossed my mind." He stood up, walked over and sat in my lap and hugged me. "I'm not going anywhere daddy, I promise." "Baby boy, never say that. No one knows what will happen tomorrow or the next several years." "Ok, so let's live for now." He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. "You got it my sweet boy."