Gingerbread Boy 1

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He pulled into the parking lot for the fast food place in his orange Ford Mustang. It was clear he was not one of the rich boys, this car was his pride and joy, and he had replaced the front fenders but lacked the money to paint them, so the EDP primer black fenders stood out against the rest of the car. He had carefully painted black lightning bolts from the fenders across the hood to make it part of the design.

He jumped out, wearing a brown baseball cap. His orange hair, sticking out below, looked like it was permed, but it was probably just naturally curly. His hair fell down onto the shoulders of his black hoodie. His fair legs with golden hair extended from his shorts down to his Vans. He wasn't an athlete, nor was he chubby. He wasn't bad for a 16 year old.

He had a bounce in his step as he went in to order his lunch.

The man sitting in the booth next to the door noticed this fine boy as he went up to order. The boy was happy and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited patiently to order. Once he ordered, he got his cup and went to fill it up. It was then that he caught the man staring at him. He instantly smiled and winked at the man with his emerald green eyes. The man blushed and quickly looked down.

The man had a hard time not looking back up, as he felt the eyes of the boy on him.

The boys' number was called out by the counter person. The boy bounced over and got his tray of food. The restaurant was pretty full, so the boy walked over to the man and set his tray down on the table.

"Hey, it's pretty crowded. Do you mind if I sit here? " He asked.

"Sure, um, yeah," the man said, quite flustered that this gorgeous ginger boy came to sit with him.

"Hi, I'm Taylor. What's your name?" The boy asked.

"Pleased to meet you, Taylor. I'm Liam."

"That's a cool name man. I just picked up some new suspension parts for my ride over there. Now I've got to go figure out how to install them." Taylor explained.

"That's a pretty nice ride. It looks like you've done a bit of work on it already. "

Yeah, it was my pop's car, but he got drunk, smashed it up, and now it's mine.

"Oh man, I'm sorry kid, is your dad okay? "

"Nah, they took the fucker to jail. He'd been caught drinking and driving a few times, and this was the last time for him. There was a kid in the car with his mom, and the poor kid didn't make it, so they charged him with involuntary manslaughter. He went to jail, but the guys there didn't like the fact that he killed a kid. "

Liam felt bad. "Oh man, I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me about this if you don't want to."

"Nah, it's fine. I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this. My mom shut down and has to work to keep us afloat. It's not easy living around here. It's such an expensive place to live." Taylor was really feeling happy that he could finally let this out. "I work too, to pay for my car and help at home. It's just mom and me. " Liam seemed nice, and Taylor had seen him eating here before. Taylor noticed that he always had eyes for the boys too.

"Well, I'm happy to listen if you need an ear. I don't bite unless you ask. " Liam joked.

Taylor giggled. "What happens if I ask?"

Liam turned bright red. "Well, um, I guess I'd have to bite?"

Taylor saw an opportunity here. "So my dad wasn't too popular in jail, and after the men started raping him, he put up a fight. His last fight. Two weeks ago, we got the call that he wasn't coming home and that we could pick up his remains. Mom told them to just throw the fucker away. "

Liam was shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry, how does that make you feel Taylor?" he said as he placed both arms on the table with his palms up, offering them to Taylor to hold.

Taylor made a fist and slammed it into the table. His drink flipped back and spilled in his lap. "Fuck! I'm sorry, Liam. He was a no good drunk anyway, and I'm glad he's out of my life, but I deserved better. I need to go clean up. " Taylor got up to go to the restroom. He walked around the counter to the restroom, but the door was locked and he needed to be buzzed in. He came back to the counter and asked to be buzzed in. Meanwhile, Liam had run up to join him to find out what was going on.

"Buddy, let me help." They went into the restroom, and there was nothing but a stupid blow dryer. No towels or anything.

Taylor just broke down. "Fuck, fuck. Liam I'm sorry I lost it. Thank you for trying to help. "

"We got this Taylor. Let's think. Do you have any other clothes with you? "

"I have my sweats in the car in my gym bag. Would you mind going to get them for me?" Taylor handed Liam the keys.

"Sure, where are they?"

"They're in the trunk." Taylor said as he pulled his shorts off to get the wetness away from him. He was standing there in his wet boxers in front of Liam. Liam got a nice look but quickly regained his senses and went out to the car. On his way he stopped by their table and everything was soaked and a mess, so he scooped it all up and tossed it in the trash. He'd buy Taylor a new meal when they were done.

He got to the car and opened the trunk. In the trunk were the parts Taylor was talking about, along with his gym bag. Opening the bag up, he found the sweats, but he also found a jock and a muscle tee. They were both recently worn and had the wonderful scent of boy on them. Liam carefully poked his head down so onlookers wouldn't see him sniffing the jock and shirt so he could inhale this gorgeous ginger boy's scent. Liam's cock went fully hard. Snapping to, he grabbed the sweats and closed the trunk to head back to help his new friend holding the sweats in front of his obvious bulge.

Liam knocked on the door. "Hey Taylor, it's Liam, I have your sweats." Taylor unlocked the door to let Liam in. He was standing there in nothing but his shirt, as he had taken off his shorts and underwear. He was holding the underwear under the blow dryer trying to dry them out.

"Wow, Taylor, you've got a nice package there if you don't mind me saying."

"Thanks! I was wondering if you would find it to your liking. " Taylor said being a bit bold. He wanted this man from the moment he saw him.

"Yeah, well, I guess you figured me out. That wink from the soda machine got my blood flowing, if you know what I mean."

"Um, I can kind of see it now" Taylor said as he dropped the underwear in his hands and grabbed Liam's cock through his pants. "It's only fair that I get to see yours too." He pulled at Liam's button and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He slid his hand inside Liam's boxer briefs and felt the prize. "Fuck yeah man. This is nice!"

Taylor dropped to his knees and took Liam's cock into his mouth. "Fuck, you know your way around a cock boy. You're going to get dessert soon if you aren't careful." Liam said, between moans and sighs.

Taylor was an expert. How do you think he paid for his car parts? He knew how to find guys that would pay for his services, but this Liam dude was getting a free sample. Something was different with him.

Taylor stopped and took Liam's balls into his mouth. One at a time, he gently rolled them around in his mouth and carefully stroked Liam's cock to keep him near the ready point. Liam was leaking pre-cum like crazy. While Taylor would have loved to lick it up, he had other plans for it. He carefully stroked it off and added it to his pucker until he felt his ass was ready to take the man. Next, he took the remaining fluid and coated Liam's cock head with it. This was turning Liam on so much that his cock started to expand as if he was ready to shoot.

Taylor wanted this to be a long session, so he slowed down a bit, stood up and kissed Liam. "I want you Liam. I want to feel you inside me. Mark me as your property."

Taylor turned around, reached back to Liam's cock, aimed it at his hole as he leaned over the sink. "Fuck me Liam, fuck me hard."

Liam was lost in the situation. He pushed forward. His cock head was slipping in more easily than he thought it should, but the hole was still nice and tight.

"Hard, Liam, do it hard."

Liam started to shove it in and pull back out. He got into quite a rhythm, but knew he was going to lose it soon.

"Ugh, fuck!" Taylor shouted as his own cum shot up onto the mirror in front of him. His ass contracted on Liam and that sent Liam over the edge. He filled Taylor's ass with 6 or 7 ropes of cum.

They stood there in silence for a minute until Liam's cock deflated and plopped out. They washed up and used some TP to clean the mirror before dressing so they could leave. Taylor had his shorts in his hand and had put on his damp underwear and dry sweats.

"Your lunch was ruined. Let me buy you a new lunch so we can finish."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, come on." They ordered and got new food and sat back at the table that had been cleaned up. "So where are you going to put on those parts that you have in the trunk?"

"I'll do them at home. It's not too hard, but it will just take time. I hope I have the right tools." Taylor said.

"Well, you definitely have the right tools. Oh, you mean tools for the car." Liam joked.

Taylor almost shot coke out through his nose laughing at that.

"I happen to have a shop with a lift and all the tools we would need. If you want, I can help you with it."

"Really? That would be great. When could you help me out? Are you sure?" Taylor was excited. This was NOT what he expected to come out of this conquest.

"Look Taylor, as you can probably tell, I like you and I'm happy to help. And we can do it this afternoon, tomorrow, or whenever. Also, don't think I'm going to ask for any favors to help you. I would help you no matter what. Seeing a kid that is working hard for their stuff, helping their family out, that's enough of a reason."

"Awesome. Are you busy now? I have some free time if you can help me." Taylor asked.

"Sure, we can go now. Do you need to call home or anything? Did you want to go get a change of clothes or anything?"

"I'll run by home to get a change of clothes, I have no curfew since mom's working a double." Taylor saw this as an opportunity to have a man in his life that was actually interested in him. He hoped it wasn't just for sex, but the car project would test that.

"Great, bring a change of clothes so you can wash up and change before going home. Sometimes these projects get greasy, especially with suspension work. Be sure to grab work clothes that can get stained and dirty." Liam suggested.

"Great - so where do I go?"

"Here, put in your number and I'll text you the address. You can come by. Just pull up to the roll up door and honk. I'll open up and let you in." Liam's double entendre wasn't lost on Taylor. Taylor grabbed Liam's phone, looked up, winked and drove off.

Liam looked at the phone and saw that Taylor had put in his contact information as Taylor Liamsboy. Liam shot the address to the shop off and got in his car to go to the shop. He wondered if the afternoon was going to be as fun as lunch was. Only time will tell.

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PS. Taylor, If you are reading this, the new suspension looks great on the Mustang. Can't wait to finish the project.

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