Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2023 18:07:17 -0700 From: Spike Meyers Subject: My Stowaway - 01 Notice: This story is a work of fiction and may contain explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between minor(s) and adult male(s), sex between minors, and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work of fiction are not based on any known persons/event. Donate: Please consider donating to this website so Nifty can keep this site up and running for our reading pleasure. My Stowaway 01 -- 04 I left my office promptly at 3 o'clock. I was heading over to Los Angeles for the Memorial Day weekend to see some of my friends that I haven't see for a while. I moved a little over two years ago to take this new job and I am still a bit homesick. I really miss the hell out of my friends; we used to have so much fun together. Right down the street from my office is a QuikTrip. I decided to stop there and fill up the tank and get something to munch on for the long drive over to California. I was looking forward to going home but I was not looking forward to the drive, anticipating a lot of traffic at that hour. I pulled up to the pump, popped open the gas door, and jumped out of the car. I started the gas pump, set the controls on the handle to a slow setting and called my friend in L.A. to let him know that I was filling up and would be on the road soon. I walked across the parking lot into the store. My favorite clerk was there; Garrett is his name. "Welcome in," he called out when I entered the store. He's tall, like about 6' 4", dark hair, blue eyes, slender with a nice little bubble-butt that I'd love to sink my teeth into. "Hey Garret," I called to him with a smile and a wave; I've become a regular. I knew where everything was located in this store since I stop by with relative frequency. It's really convenient since it's so close to my office. I continued to watch Garrett as best I could while I was collecting my munchies for the road. God, he's so cute and sexy. I'd place him in his mid to late twenties. He always looks so damn tasty. By the time I got to the counter to pay for my items, he was nowhere in sight. I must admit, I was quite disappointed. "Oh well, such as life," I said to myself. I walked out of the store with a bag full of drinks and junk food for the road. I have a bit of a sweet tooth I must admit. I really didn't buy anything healthy at all. I guess the trail-mix could be considered healthy but that's about it. I walked over to the passenger side of the car and set the bag down on the seat, closed the door, and ambled over to the other side of the vehicle. The pump had stopped and to my pleasure, the nozzle did not kick itself out of the cradle when it shut off. I returned the nozzle to its resting place on the pump, pressed the green yes button for the receipt, secured the gas cap, and closed the gas door. I glanced at the receipt as I got back in the car. "Fuck me!" I said to myself. The receipt read $78.63. "Fucking greedy, blood-sucking bastards!" I cussed out loud as I put the receipt in my wallet. I tossed my wallet in the center console, pressed the start button and the engine fired right up. I made a mental note to start car shopping when I get back from my trip. I certainly don't need and SUV this size since I'm now single. I put the car in gear and headed towards the freeway. I turned on the radio and the song, "I'm going home" by Chris Daughtry was playing on the radio; I couldn't help but chuckle, "How apropos," I said out loud. A little over an hour later, I'm now on interstate 10, the radio is playing really great songs back-to-back, the cab temperature was perfect, and the traffic was surprisingly sparse, considering it's a holiday weekend. I reached into the bag on the passenger seat to grab the bag of Fritos I bought. As I reached over, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and thought I saw something move in the back of the car. "What the fuck was that!" I yelled out loud straining to see in the back of the car and keep my eyes on the road at the same time. "Dude, don't freak out!" I heard a voice call out. It scared the crap out of me. I was so taken by surprise I slammed on the brakes and the car started swerving. I ran off the road sending sand, rock, and road debris all over the place. I heard all kinds of shit hitting my car. I got control of the car and made my way back up onto the shoulder of the road. I was amazed I didn't flip the car; I had the cruise set at 70 MPH. Regaining control of the car, I made my way back up onto the shoulder of the road and brought the vehicle to a screeching halt. I slammed the car into park and jumped out of the vehicle. I suddenly realized that I was standing almost in the middle of the road. I was so fortunate that there weren't any oncoming cars at the time because I would have been run over. I quickly got out of the middle of the road and closed my car door. I ran to the back of my car, opened the hatch, and took a fighting stance to defend myself. Without thinking, I reached into the vehicle, grabbed this guy hiding in the back of my car, and through him to the pavement. His body hit the ground hard and I heard him grunt. It was like watching a Kung-Fu movie. I rushed over to him and put my knee in the center of his chest and held him down as I yelled, "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my car!" As I brought my fist up to punch him in the face, he turned his head towards me. He brought his hands up to protect his face and that's when I realized he was just a kid and I stopped in mid-punch before striking him. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled down at him. "You could have got both of us killed you fucking stupid shit. "Who the fuck are you and why are you in my car?" I yelled down at him. "Dude, I'm sorry," he panted trying to catch his breath. "I just needed a ride. I wasn't going to try and rip you off or anything," he said excitedly, his hands still protecting his face. "Don't hurt me!" The adrenaline was pumping through my veins at 1,000 miles an hour. I was so pumped up my body was literally shaking. I removed my knee from his chest, grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and lifted him off the hot road as if he weighed no more than a feather. I forcefully picked him up, stood him on his feet and pushed him against the rear side-panel of my car. "I have half a mind to kick your fucking ass and leave you here in the middle of fucking nowhere! How about that you little shit!" I yelled at him. "Dude, please. Just let me get my bag and I'll go," he pleaded. "I'm sorry. Please, just let me go." It wasn't until I had him pinned to the side of my car, on the far shoulder of the road, my body pressed tightly against his, that I realized the he really was just a young kid. For the first time, I looked into his blue eyes as he begged me to let him go, his bottom lip quivering as he spoke. "Please, Mister, just let me go and you'll never see me again." I saw in his eyes how frightened he was, his bottom lip still quivering, and it broke my heart. Immediately all of my anger and adrenaline faded away. I got this urge to just hold him in my arms and make him feel better, but of course, I did not allow myself to do that. "What's your name, kid?" I asked. "Why? Why do you want to know my name?" he asked. "Because I do! That's why!" I sternly told him as I pressed myself tighter against him. "Um, Vin, Vinny," he said stuttering. "Vinny, huh" I repeated. "How old are you kid?" I then asked. "Fifteen," he said softly. "Don't fucking lie to me kid! How old are you?" I asked sternly squinting my eyes. "Thir, thirteen," he responded slowly not looking into my eyes. "Just let me go. You'll never see me again. I promise!" he started pleading again. "Are you hurt?" I asked him. "What do you think? You fuckin body-slammed me to the road; that fuckin hurt!" he answered sarcastically. "Yeah, well, it's your own fucking fault. What if I had a gun? I could have shot you, you dumb shit! Did you stop to think about that? You're lucky I only body-slammed you. "Please, just let me get my bag and I'll go," he started pleading again. "Look, kid, we are out in the middle of the open desert in bum-fucking-nowhere. It's 112 fucking degrees; where exactly do you think you're gonna go? Answer me that." "I can hitch a ride," he said. "Yeah, right; hitch a ride. How long have we been standing here along the side of the road, Vinny boy? There have been numerous cars, not to mention trucks, that have passed us right by. Has any one of those fucking cars or trucks stopped and asked if we need help? Well?" "No!" he answered angrily. "No, is right! The likelihood of someone stopping to pick you up out here is almost non-existent. How long do you think you would last out here in the middle of the fucking desert on your own. You'd be coyote food in no time. You wouldn't last very long that's for sure. So, I'm not letting you walk off by yourself; request denied. "What are you going to do with me then; take me to the police?" "Well, that depends on you Vinny boy." "What do you mean?" "I want you to tell me why you were hiding in the back of my car Vinny, and I want you to tell me the fucking truth. If I think you're fucking lying to me, I'm going to call the cops and turn you over to them. Do I make myself clear?" "Why? Why do you want to know?" Vinny asked, obviously not wanting to tell me. "Because, you fucking owe me that much; that's why. Your little caper could have killed us both. Plus, if I were not the man I am, well, you put your life in jeopardy. There are a lot of bad people out there in the world. You understand that right?" Vinny looked directly into my eyes and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I know," he said softly. "Look kid, if you're in trouble, perhaps I can help. Tell me what you were doing in the back of my car." For the first time since I have had him pinned against the side of my car, I could feel his body relax just a little. "If I tell you, you'll probably get pissed and smack me around. Maybe you'll change your mind and leave me here." "That's not going to happen Vinny. Believe it or not, I'm not a violent person unless I have to be. Come on, tell me why you were hiding in my car." I could tell that he was very, very hesitant to tell me his story. I was not about to let him off the hook though. I let him ponder it over for a minute or so and when he did not answer, I said. "OK, Vinny, you leave me no other choice. If you're not going to be honest with me, this is what we are going to do. We are going to get in the car, and I am going to drive up to the next mile marker on the road. I am going to pull over, call the police, and wait for them to arrive. I don't know what else to do. You leave me no choice." "No, please; please don't do that!" he begged me, tears forming in his pretty, blue eyes again. "OK, I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't smack me around." "Vinny, I told you already, I am not going to hurt you. I promise. Now, tell me what the fuck is going on with you." "My dad and step mom kicked me out," he suddenly blurted out almost in tears again. I could not believe my ears. "When did this happen, Vinny?" I asked him. "The day before yesterday," he answered. "Why did they kick you out, Vinny?" "I'd rather not say," he answered sheepishly. "Vinny, I need to know why they kicked you out. Tell me. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. "Come on, Vinny, tell me," I asked again. "My stepmom walked into my bedroom without knocking and caught me in bed with my boyfriend. But, it's not what you think. We weren't doing anything; I promise. We were just lying there." He then scrunched up his face as if he was expecting me to hit him. "Oh, for fuck sakes," I heard myself say out loud. "So, what happened then?" I asked. He slowly uncrunched his face and turned his head to face me. He looked at me as if he was surprised that I did not strike him down for telling me what happened. I could see the relief in his face. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked. "Yes, Vinny, I heard you. So, what happened next? I asked again. "My stepmom started freaking out and screaming. She ran over to the bed where James and I were lying down and started wailing on us both. She hit, slapped, punched and I don't remember what else; it happened so fast. I didn't know what to do. James jumped up and ran out of the room. I tried to protect myself but I never hit her back. All of a sudden, my dad was there and pulled her off of me." "Then what?" "When my dad pulled her off of me, I ran out of my room and locked myself in the bathroom. I heard her yelling from down the hall telling my dad that I'm a pervert, a sinner, and that I'm going to burn in hell. I'm an abomination to God and that kind of stuff. She's a bit of a Jesus freak; my stepmom. My dad is pretty religious too." "So, what, you ran away?" I asked. "No, not exactly. I stayed in the bathroom for about two hours; I didn't want to come out. I was afraid to come out. My dad came back upstairs and got me to open the door. He told me that we had to have a family meeting to sort this so we went downstairs." "So, what happened then?" "A lot more yelling and screaming. My stepmom told me that I was sinning against God and said she was going to take me to her priest; Father whatever his name is. She wanted to take me to him and have him cleanse me or some such nonsense." "I take it that you are not into religion?" I asked. "No, I'm not. I believe in God, just not all of that other crap. It makes no sense to me." "So, they kind of wanted to do a church assisted intervention or something like that?" I asked him. "I guess. My stepmom was saying they have programs for this type of sin. I knew then that she was talking about conversion therapy. I refused to go. That's when she told me that if I didn't go, I was no longer welcome in her house. I still refused to go so she kicked me out." "Well, your father was there wasn't he? He didn't fight for you; he just let her kick his own son out of their house? That's fucked!" So that's how you wound up in the back of my car?" "Well, yeah, sort of," Vinny answered. "What does that mean; sort of?" "My step mom gave me five minutes to put a few things together and get out. I quickly packed a bag and left. I was really mad; I slammed the door when I left the house. I called my real mom; she lives in Northridge. I was upset and crying when I told her what happened. She told me that she would come and get me but my phone ran out of juice and we got disconnected. I did not think to put the phone charger in my bag when I left. When I heard you talking on the phone at the QT and you mentioned Los Angeles, I decided to sneak into the back of your car and at least get a ride to L.A. I could easily make it to Northridge from there. But I started to get a little nauseous in the back of your car. I kept moving around because it helped me to not throw up. That's when you saw me." "Christ, Vinny, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'll bet your mom is beside herself with worry losing contact with her on the phone in the middle of a crisis." The tears started rolling down Vinny's face. "Yeah, I know. I'm really worried about her," he said. I reached up and wiped the tears from Vinny's face and brushed the mess of hair from his face. "Come on, Vinny, we are going to call your mom right now. She has to know that you're OK and still alive." "Really, you'll do that for me," Vinny asked flashing a big smile of relief. "Of course, little-dude. Come on, my phone is in the car." I stepped back away from Vinny and released him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and led him over to the passenger door and put him in the car. I closed the door, ran around to the other side of the car, and jumped in behind the wheel. I brought up the phone dial pad on the dashboard and looked over at Vinny. "Go ahead, Vin-man; dial your mom and let her know that you are on your way." Vinny looked up at me and flashed a big, handsome smile. "Thank you so much," he said. "I really, really, appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem, handsome. Now, call your mom. Don't keep her waiting; just punch in her number right here," I told him pointing to the dial pad on the dashboard. Vinny punched in the number and in seconds, we heard the line start ringing. "Hello," the voice said coming over the speakers in the car. "Mom, it's me. I'm OK," Vinny said. "Oh Vincent, I was worried sick. It's so good to hear your voice. Where are you, Vincent?" she asked. "I'm not really sure, Mom. All I know is that I'm about an hour or so west of Phoenix. I'm on my way to your house now, Mom." "Vincent, how, how are you getting here?" she asked with concern in her voice. "That's a long story, mom. But I'm OK and I have a ride. When I get to L.A., I will call you. Can you drive down and pick me up?" Vinny asked. "Of course, Vincent. Call me the moment you get to L.A. Are you sure you're OK. I mean, you're safe, right?" "Perhaps I can set your mind at ease, I chimed in. Permit be to introduce myself Vinny's mom. My name is Toby Brooks. Your son and I ran into each other and I will be providing him safe passage to L.A. In fact, I'm on my way there myself. He is talking to you right now from my car. Don't worry, Vinny is safe with me. I'll make sure he gets safely to L.A. I give you, my word." "Oh, thank you so much Mr. Brooks. Thank you. I appreciate you helping my son. Please take good care of him will you please. He's all I have Mr. Brooks." "Don't worry; I'll take good care of him until he gets to you. May I ask your name, Vinny's mom." "Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Brooks. My name is Gladys Mitchell," she responded. "Don't worry, Gladys. I'll take good care of Vinny." "See you soon, Mom; I love you." Vinny said. "I love you too, Vincent. I'll see you soon." I reached over and terminated the call. "So, Vin-man, tell me, how did you meet James? It's James, correct, your boyfriend's name. "Yeah, James. We met on the Tennis court and became friends. He's much better than me," Vinny answered. "So, was it love at first sight?" "I don't know about that, but he sure is cute. He has such a nice body." "Wow, listen to the Vin-man talking about his man. What's he look like?" I asked. "Well, he has green eyes, short, black hair, a nice tan, awesome legs, and a round, bubble-but." Vinny said giggling. "So, you're a butt-man then. When did you know you were gay?" "You're OK with it; aren't you?" Vinny asked. "You mean, being gay?" I asked him. "Yeah, with me being gay. When I told you, you weren't freaked out. You didn't even call me a faggot." "Look Vin-man. People are who they are. I try really hard not to judge people. But, to be honest with you, I'm gay too. I have always been gay. I have always known that I was gay." "Yeah, me too. I have always known," Vinny confessed. "So, I take it that James is gay too?" I asked. "Yeah, he's gay too." "Do you guys have sex?" "When we can. We don't really have anywhere to do it. Most of the time, we wind up just jerking each other off quick. His dick is bigger than mine and he cums more than I do." "Is he older than, you, Vin-man?" "Yeah, he's fifteen." "Look at you stud, dating an older man. You are quite the stud aren't you." Vinny started to laugh. "You are the first person I have ever talked to about this stuff; I like it." "Good, Vin-man. I like talking to you about this stuff too. I can remember back when I was your age. Being an orphan, I didn't have anyone to talk to either. My dick was hard most of the time; I probably jerked off about 4 or 5 times a day. I was constantly playing with my dick. I loved my dick; I still do in fact." "Oh my God, you too. Sometimes it won't go down no matter what I do. I have to figure out all kinds of ways to hide it. I thought it was just me or that something was wrong with me." "No chance Vin-man, you are a perfect specimen of boy-stud. It's normal at your age. My dick still gets hard for no reason at all. "Boing" it just pops right up; tall, fat, hard and happy. It's a good thing; trust me. You are perfectly normal. So, I take it you have not seen James since this all happened," I asked Vinny. "No, I haven't. My stepmom knows his mom. I wouldn't be surprised if the bitch called his mom and told her what happened. I think she did. I tried to call James before I called my mom and it went straight to voicemail. I left a message and asked him to call me but then my phone died." "Do you want to call him, now?" I asked Vinny. "Do you think I should?" he asked. "Well, what harm could it do at this point. Perhaps, you'll find out if your stepmom called his mom. I say go for it. I don't think at this point it could do any more harm. "Do you want to call him?" "Yeah, I really want to know how he is." "Then that's what we'll do." I brought up the dial pad and Vinny punched in his number. "Hello, a young, male voice answered." "James, it's Vin. Are you OK?" "Vin, Fuck me! Your fuckin stepmom called my mom. My mom about had a stroke. I was able to talk my way out of it, but she forbade me to see you anymore. We can't even play tennis together anymore. How fucked is that? She is going to watch me like a hawk from now on; I just know it. What about you? What happened?" James asked. "It wasn't good, James. They kicked me out. I'm on my way to Los Angeles to stay with my mom. I can't go back to my dad's house. I told my mom what happened and she's perfectly OK with me being gay. I told her just before my phone died." "James, who are you talking to young man?" his mom yelled out in the background. "Vin, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm gonna miss you. Take care." I looked over at Vinny and said, "I'm sorry Vin-man. At least you know James is OK. This whole situation just fucking sucks, doesn't it?" "I'll say. I'm really going to miss James. I always looked forward to seeing him. But I'm glad that he's OK. When I get to my mom's house, I'll ask her to get me a new phone and I will try to stay in touch with him. At least, maybe I'll be able to hear his voice once in a while." "OK, next question Vin-man, what's the story with your mom. What happened with her and your dad?" "Do you really want to hear this stuff?" Vinny asked. "Yes, I do. We have a very long drive ahead of us. Why not? Come on, out with it stud-boy." "Well, the short story is, my mom is an alcoholic. I don't remember details because I was still pretty young, but my mom was a pretty heavy alcoholic. She was a monster when she was drunk and she drank a lot. It destroyed their marriage and they divorced. Mom was in rehab, again, when they divorced, and my dad got full custody. It's been a struggle for her but she's been sober now for about five years. She has a job now and a house. She's very serious about working her program. I learned a lot when I went to Alanon for kids of alcoholics. At least my dad let me do that." "I see; that must have been tough to deal with. I'm glad to hear she's doing better now. So, Vin-man, what kind of boys turn you on?" I asked changing the subject. "You tell me first, then I'll tell you," Vinny smiled as he sat sideways in the seat and gave me his full attention." "Gosh, that's kind of a hard question for me. You see, I like a little bit of everything. It just depends on the guy. I will tell you that I have a preference for slender guys that are not too hairy. But understand, it's just a preference. My ex and I were together for eight years. He was quite the good-looking stud. He was the tall, dark, and handsome type of guy. He was half-Indian and half German; quite the combination and absolutely gorgeous. He spoke with an English accent. My dick would get rock hard just looking at him. His skin was so smooth and silky; he drove me crazy. Your turn." "OK, but first, why did you guys break up?" Vinny asked. "Well, the truth is, he met someone else and left me. I was pretty devastated when that happened, but I got through it. That was one of the reasons why I moved over here when I got the job I have now. When we broke up, he still lived close to me. It was just too painful for me to see him out and around town hanging onto another man's arm. I adored him; I loved him very much." "What about now. What if you see him when you get back to L.A.?" "Well, two years have elapsed since I have seen him. I have been able to work through the pain of losing him and move on with my life. He will always be in my heart, but I'm OK with it if I see him now. OK, your turn. What turns you on stud?" Vinny started to chuckle, "I like it when you call me stud," he said. "Well, you are a stud. You are cute and sexy. If I were James, I couldn't keep my hands off you. My dick would be hard all the time. Now, tell me what turns you on. What kind of boys are you attracted to?" "Well, boys like James, of course. I find myself more attracted to older boys and men of course." "Men, really? You don't think that a grown man is too old for you?" "Fuck no! James was much more experienced than me when we first started seeing each other. I really liked that he was older than me. I have always been attracted to older guys. For example, one of my teachers in school, Mr. Haines, he is so fucking hot. He's tall, slender, jet-black hair, blue eyes and so, so sexy. I loved walking up to him because he wore these button-down shirts and I could see his chest hair. When I was in his class my dick never went down. He gave me goose-bumps." "Damn, you're a little horn-dog-stud, aren't you. How old was Mr. Haines?" "Um, I don't quite remember how I found out, but he is 33. Just thinking about him makes my dick tingle." "Damn, Vin-man, you're gonna make my dick hard talking like that you little stud." "Do you like younger or older guys, Toby?" Vinny asked. "Honestly, Vin, I like both. Like I said, it totally depends on the guy. A good-looking, sexy guy is a good-looking, sexy guy. It doesn't matter to me how old he is. I have been very attracted to young twinks and silver-daddies both. It just depends on the guy." "Silver-Daddy? What's a Silver-Daddy?" he asked. "A Silver-Daddy is a handsome, older man. Often time silver or white hair." "What about guys my age?" Vinny asked. "Well, that's another tough question, stud. If I had sex with someone your age, I could go to jail. I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to, I never have, but if that were to happen, I would have to be really confident that I could trust the boy not to tell anyone about it; and I mean anyone. I would rather not spend the rest of my life in jail Vin-man." "How old are you, Toby?" "I'm 29, single and free to do as I please. Why do you ask?" "I'm just curious, plus I think you're really sexy. I mean, now I do. You scared the shit out of me when you body slammed me and then pinned up against your car. When you pinned me, you were pressing against me so hard I could feel your dick on me." "First, I'm really sorry about the body-slam Vin-man, but you scared the crap out of me too. You could have been an axe murderer hiding in the back of my car for all I knew. That's why I attacked you first. It wasn't until I pinned you against the car that I realized how young you really are. I'm really sorry if I hurt you." "Yeah, I understand. It scared the crap out of me too. I'm surprised I didn't piss myself. But I liked feeling your dick pressing against me." "Did you really feel my cock pressing against you? It certainly was not intentional on my part. I did not know that was happening. I mean, I was so numb and hyped up on adrenaline I probably could have lifted this car right up into the air. But, I'm glad to hear you enjoyed feeling my cock against you. I wish I knew that at the time Vin-man so maybe I could have enjoyed it too." "Do you have body hair?" Vinny asked. "I have some on my chest and my belly; but not a lot." I answered him. "Can I see, Toby?" "Sure, Vin-man, no problem." I reached down and pulled my shirt up to expose my belly first, and then pulled my shirt up to my neck. "See, I have some but not too much." "It looks soft. Can I feel it?" "Go ahead," I smiled. Vinny reached over and placed his hand on my belly and started a slight circular motion. He then ran his hand up my belly to my chest. "Do you like it?" I asked him. "Yeah, a lot; it's so nice and soft. It feels good." "I take it you like body hair Vin-man?" "Yeah; I think it's sexy," he said as he continued to rub his hand up and down my torso. "How about you, Vin-man; do you have body hair?" I asked him. "Just in my pits and some around my dick," he answered as he continued to rub my chest. I looked over at him for just a second, I thought I saw his hardon tenting his shorts but I wasn't sure. "Now you show me your hair stud." I said to him. He looked at me and stopped rubbing my body but left his hand on my chest. "How?" he asked. "I only have it in two places," he said. "Take your shirt off and lift your arms," I told him. He withdrew his hand from my chest and proceeded to pull his shirt up and over his head. He looked at me, smiled and lifted his right arm. "See," he said. I looked over at him, he had a big smile on his face. "Nice," I said. "That looks so sexy. Can I feel it?" I asked him. "Yeah, but I'm kind of stinky though," he answered. "Oh, that's OK," I said, "I kind of like a little pit stink as long as it's not too intense." A big smile returned to his face when he heard me say that and he lifted his arm up higher for me. I reached over and with two fingers, I rubbed his arm pit. His hair was so fine, soft, and silky. There wasn't a lot, but he was well on his way. "It feels good Vin-man. I think it looks very sexy." I withdrew my fingers from his pit and placed them under my nose and inhaled. "Um, nice, just a little stinky," I smiled and took another whiff. "You like that?" he asked. "Yeah, you smell like a man," I said to him. He started to laugh and raised up his arm again. I reached back over and ran my fingers through his pit hair again. I sniffed again, and this time, I put my fingers in my mouth. "Um, I moaned. Definitely all man!" I groaned. He started to laugh. "I can't believe you like it," he said. He stuck his fingers in his own pit and smelled them. "Definitely a little stinky," he commented out loud and then licked his fingers. "It's a little salty, isn't it?" he asked. "Yeah, but it's still good, stud. It's all good," I said to him. "Can I do it to you?" he asked. "Sure, just let me reset the cruise control first stud. I might need your help to get my shirt off though." Once the cruise was set, I slowly started to remove my shirt. I pulled it up and said, "Vin, pull the sleeve off my arm," and extended my arm in his direction. He took hold of the sleeve and pulled as I retracted my arm. It worked perfectly. I was then able to withdraw my other arm on my own and pulled the shirt up and off of my head, placing it on the center console. I heard a slight moan from the passenger seat as I sat back into the seat shirtless. "Do you like what you see, Vin-man? I asked him. He had eyes as wide as saucers and he reached over and started rubbing up and down my torso. I lifted my right arm and he immediately went for my pit. He ran his fingers through my pit hair repeatedly and brought them to his nose. "Well, what do you think, stud?" I asked him. "Not bad," he said. "Not really stinky though. I mean, just a little, tiny bit but I like it. Can I do it again?" "Knock yourself out, stud." I told him as I lifted my arm up again. "I like your muscles, Toby," he said as he squeezed my bicep with one hand and felt my pit with the other. He reached back into my pit and really rubbed around in there. "I think you're turning into a pit-man Vinny," I said to him with a smile. "I take it you really like my pits? "Yeah, they are so sexy. Your hair is soft and I like the way it looks with your muscles; it's sexy," he said. "I've never felt a man's arm pit before." "Go ahead, taste it. I know you want to. Put your tongue in there, stud." "Really, you won't get pissed?" he asked. "Fuck no! Why would I get pissed? Go ahead. Taste it." Vinny slowly leaned over the center console and stopped. He paused for a second or two and then leaned in and stuck his face in my arm pit. I could hear him breath in deeply a couple of times and then I felt the tip of his tongue. At first it was hardly detectable and then it got stronger and stronger. He was really working his tongue through my pit hair. "That's a boy, get your tongue in there and get a good taste," I coaxed him. You like that don't you stud?" Vinny responded by grabbing my arm and pushing it up and just started lapping at my pit. I noticed in the rearview mirror that a car was approaching quickly. "Hey Vin-man, we have a car coming up on us. Maybe you should take a break," I announced. He immediately released my arm and withdrew his face from my arm pit. He sat back down in the seat and I could hear him breathing heavy. He placed his hand on his crotch and pushed down as he faced forward. In just a couple of seconds, the approaching car passed by us. The woman driving paid no attention to us. I suspect in part because she had her cell phone plastered to her left ear. Vinny looked over at me, reached over the console and ran his hand down my right arm. "I really like your muscles," he said. "Thank you, Vinny. I'm glad to hear that," I said as I bent my arm at the elbow and flexed my bicep. My arm pit was so wet from his tongue I could feel that my pit hair was slick and stuck together. Without hesitation, he reached over and placed his left hand on my bicep and squeezed. "Your muscle is so hard," he said. "My dad doesn't have muscles like you. He kept one hand on his crotch. I assumed to keep pressure on his hardon so it would stay down. I lowered my arm and placed my right hand on my upper thigh so that my fingers were at the base of my balls. I glanced over at Vinny to see him staring down towards my crotch. I did not know if he was looking at my cock bulge or the hair on my belly. I didn't really care which one, I just liked the way he was looking at me. "So, I take it you liked licking my pit?" I said with a smile. "Yeah, but I'm not sure why," he said. "It sounds like it would be disgusting but it wasn't. There is just something about it that I like." "Have you ever done that before; like with James for example?" I asked him. "No, never," he answered. "The thought never even occurred to me." "I guess you just learned something new then. That's a good thing. Wouldn't you say?" "Yeah, I mean, I guess it's a good thing. Yeah, it is a good thing?" he said determinedly. "You are going to learn a lot of things, Vin-man. I promise you." "You really think so?" he asked. "I just don't think so Vin-man; I know so," I said. "You'll see." For less than a minute, there was silence until I said, "Hey Vin-man, may I ask you a question?" "Yeah, I guess," he responded. "When you were licking my pit, did you get a boner?" He didn't answer right away and since I had to keep my eyes on the road, I could not get a good look at his face. "It's OK, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." "No, it's not that, I was just thinking." "About what?" I asked. "When my dick got hard," he answered. I think it was when you took your shirt off. Yeah, that's right. That's when my dick got hard." "Wow, that was a while ago. Is it still hard?" I asked him. "Yeah, it probably won't go down for a while unless I cum." "Is that why your hand is covering your crotch; to keep your dick from popping up?" "Yeah," he said softly. "I thought so, stud. By the way, you don't have to be embarrassed about having a hard on Vin-man. We're both guys. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I think you should let him stand tall and be proud. Be proud of that healthy, cock of yours. Don't hide him; especially from me. It's been a long time since I've seen a tall, strong, hard cock." Vinny started laughing. "You really think so Toby?" "Hell yes! Let that hard cock go free, stud; he deserves to be free." Vinny removed his hand and his boner popped right up tenting his shorts. "Like this?" he laughed. "Yeah, just like that, stud. That's more like it. Look at that hard cock standing tall and proud. I'll bet it's a beautiful cock too." "Do you wanna see it?" he asked excitedly. "Hell, yes, I wanna see it! Set that big boy free Vin-man. Show me that pretty, hard cock of yours!" Without hesitation, Vinny unsnapped, pulled down his zipper, and opened his shorts. He grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. His cock popped right up strong and proud. I had all I could do to keep my eyes on the road. He has a beautiful, teen cock. There was hair on either side of the base of his cock, and I could just barely make out the begging of his pink ball sack. He was circumcised and about 5 inches or so; maybe not quite that big, but it was beautiful and perfectly shaped. He had a very slight, banana bend on the shaft and the skin looked so incredibly smooth. He had a gorgeous cock. "Damn Vin-man, you have a fucking gorgeous cock. Look at the beauty standing up tall and hard. It's fucking beautiful, Vinny; absolutely beautiful. I'll bet that it tastes so fucking good too. Take your pants off stud, I want to see your balls too." Without question or pause, Vinny grabbed his shorts and underwear collectively, lifted his ass off the seat, and pulled them down to his ankles in one pass. He made haste while doing it and sat back in the seat and spread his legs. "Yeah, baby. That's more like it. That's what I wanted to see you fucking stud. Just look at that fucking hard cock and those pretty balls. Damn, Vinny, you are fucking gorgeous. What a stud you are. James was such a lucky guy to have you. I kid you not." I glanced at Vinny's face and he was in absolute heaven. I could tell that this was most-likely the first time he has ever been praised like that. He was eating it up. "Vinny!" I said urgently. "Please let me feel your cock; please." "Do it, Toby. I want you to feel my cock," he said excitedly. I removed my right hand from the steering wheel, reached over the center console and took a hold of Vinny's hard cock. He let out a gasp as soon as he felt my hand on his cock. It felt strange and thrilling at the same time. It was just as iron-hard as it looked. It was incredibly rigid and so, so soft at the same time. The skin was so silky smooth. I squeezed his cock gently which elicited a soft moan from Vinny. I started a slow stoke up and down on his cock. I just wished that I could have given him 100 percent of my attention that he and his cock so rightly deserved. For a thirteen-year-old kid, he was fucking amazing and deserving of some much-needed man on boy love and attention. I seriously thought about pulling over to the side of the road and sucking this kid's cock until I fainted, or he did; one or the other. As I was on the slow, upward stroke, I felt a slippery goo run down the bottom side of his beautiful, hard cock. "Damn, stud, your cock is leaking," I stated in surprise. "Yeah," he panted, "it does that a lot. James really loved it when I started to leak like that." I ran my finger up his shaft and over his knob scooping up the drool and licked it from my finger. God, how I wanted so badly to take his cock in my mouth and suck the teen-juice right out of it. "Damn, Vinny, your precum is so good. I could eat you all day long. Fuck I want to suck your cock so bad I could just fucking keel over. "Do you really like it, Toby?" he panted. "You really like my cock?" he asked surprised. "Fuck, yes! I love your cock, Vin-man. It's a work of art, stud. I bet James couldn't get enough of it. Am I right?" "Well, I don't know. I think maybe I was into James a little more that he was into me. I don't know. No one has ever said these things to me before; not even James." "Well, you hear me good, Vin-man; you are a total stud. You are cute, sweet, sexy, and your cock is a masterpiece. You have it all stud. Don't ever let someone tell you otherwise or make you feel bad about yourself. I'd marry you in a second if I could. How about that?" "Really, Toby? For real?" he questioned. "You bet, Vin-man. Honest to God." I scooped up a little more of his sweet pre and licked it off my finger. "Damn, that's good I said out loud. "Hey Toby, can I see yours?" he asked. You want to see my dick, Vin-man? Sure, you can do whatever you want stud. I'm all yours." I reached down with one hand and unbuckled my belt. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, pulled my pants open, and lifted up off of the seat. I pulled one side of my pants down, switched hands on the steering wheel, and inched down my jeans on the other side. I repeated this until my jeans were down around my thighs. As soon as my jeans were down, Vinny immediately reached over and grabbed my rapidly growing cock and squeezed it. This time, I was the one to let out a groan when I felt his hand on my cock. His hand was all over my crotch. He reached down and cupped my balls as best he could over my underwear and gently squeezed them too. To my surprise, he withdrew his hand from my crotch and smelled his fingers. "Do my balls stick?" I asked him. "No, a little sweaty, but they don't stick," he said as he reached back over the console and grabbed my dick again. "Take it out, Toby. I want to see it; your balls too." Once again, I lifted up off the seat, and repeated the same maneuvers to get my underwear down like I did my jeans. I didn't even have time to sit back down on the seat before Vinny grabbed my cock. "Damn!" he groaned. I have never seen such a big dick before. You are so much bigger than James. "You have never seen your dad's cock?" I asked him. "Yuck, no. I don't want to see my dad's cock. Your cock is so hot and sexy," he said as he started a combination of stroking it and fondling it. I can't believe that I have a man's cock in my hand," he said as if he wasn't aware that he actually said it out loud. "Do you like my cock, Vinny?" "Fuck, yeah! I love it. I have always wanted to do this with a man; especially Mr. Haines. I can hardly get my hand around it. It's so fucking hard now. Your dick is so hard, Toby." I reached down and placed my hand over his and guided it up and down on my cock. "That's it Vinny, stroke my cock just like that. It feels so good." He jumped up onto his knees on the seat, placed his left arm on the center console resting his weight on his arm, his ass facing the passenger window, and stroked my dick. I reached under him and grabbed his cock with my right hand as I steered with my left. He was leaking so much. I just couldn't wrap my head around a kid of thirteen leaking so much precum. But of course, I have never stroked a thirteen-year-old cock before either; even when I was thirteen, other than my own. He started to sort of fuck my hand when I grabbed his dick. I completely wrapped my hand around his cock and let him gently thrust in and out. "Can I suck it, Toby?" he asked. "Vin-man, you can do whatever the fuck you want, stud. I'm yours for the taking. You do whatever you want to me," I answered him immediately. Vinny started to groan and immediately took the head of my cock in his mouth. I groaned loudly and increased the hold I had on his cock. "That's my boy, suck that cock Vinny. Show me how much you love a man's cock in your mouth." I growled. Vinny increased his thrust into my hand and started groaning almost continuously. "You like that cock in your mouth don't you, Vin-man?" I said. The more I talked to him, the harder he thrusted into my hand. I reclined the seatback a little more to give him more room to suck my dick. I returned my hand quickly to the steering wheel and started to lightly thrust up into his mouth. "Come on stud, go down on that hard man-cock as far as you can. I know you can do it. Just take it slow and easy. Try to deep throat it." Vinny readily complied and tried to get my cock down his throat. He made a true effort but just couldn't quite make it all the way down. He came up off my cock gasping for air. "It's too big, Toby. I can't" he said as he leaned back a little, his dick slipping out of my hand. "That's alright baby, you just need a little more practice. You'll learn; we all do." He gave me a smile and immediately bent over the console again and was right back on my cock. "That's my boy, suck that cock, stud. Stick your tongue in the piss slit," I told him and immediately he complied. I noticed a car coming up on us in the side mirror. "We have a car approaching Vinny so stay down. I'll let you know when it passes." "Without the slightest encouragement from me, he released my cock and buried his nose in my balls. In seconds, I felt his tongue starting to lick my balls. "Yeah, baby," I said softly, "that's my boy, suck my balls. Get them nice and wet." As the car approached us on the left, I held my cock to my belly just in case they happen to look over and see my dick standing half way up the steering wheel. They passed us without looking over and I wrapped my hand around my dick and started stroking as Vinny continued to lick my balls. "We're good, stud; the car has passed us," I announced. Vinny continued licking my balls as I stroked my spit-slick cock. I kept one eye on the road and one eye on the back of Vinny's head buried in my sack. It was such a sight I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. "Vinny," I called out. "If we don't stop right now, I'm gonna cum; I'm so close." I announced urgently. Hearing me warn him, he let go of my balls and looked directly at my cock. "I wanna see you cum, Toby. I've never seen a man cum before. I wanna see you cum!" "Then finish me off, Vin-man. Jerk my cock off!" I told him and released my cock. He grabbed my dick and started stroking vigorously. "Woah, slow down baby. Stroke me nice and steady; not too fast." He slowed down and stopped squeezing so tight. "There you go, that's better, stud. I looked down and saw a clear drop of ooze flow from my piss slit. The head of my cock was flared out, slick and shiney. I would have bent over and sucked myself off if I could have. I love eating my own cum. "Look Vinny, my dick is leaking. Lick it off. Lick my dick head." Without hesitation, he leaned over and ran his tongue over the head of my cock lapping up the clear goo. That sent me to the precipice; seeing him stroking my cock and feeling his tongue on my knob was more than I could take. I felt my balls churning as the cum started up the tube. "Fuck, Vin-man, you're gonna make me cum." Vinny pulled back and stared at my cock. "Here it comes!" I bellowed out as my cock erupted all over the place. The first shot went straight up and hit the ceiling of the car. Vinny started to groan as the cum went flying around the car. Once I stopped shooting, the cum was just about everywhere; the steering wheel, the ceiling, the windshield, even the driver's side window. Vinny's hand was covered and so was my chest and belly. "Damn!" Vinny laughed. "You shot everywhere! That was fuckin awesome, Toby! I have never seen anything like it," he said excitedly still holding onto my dick. "Do you always cum like that?" he asked. "Well, maybe not quite that much but I have always been a pretty big cummer." I reached down and scooped up the cum oozing out of my piss-slit and licked it off my finger. "I love my cum; I think it taste's really good. You wanna taste it?" I asked Vinny. "Fuck, yeah! I really want to taste yours since I have never tasted a man's cum before. I loved it when James came in my mouth when we could find a place to do it." I reached down and scooped up some more from my spent dick and inserted my finger in his mouth. I felt him wrap his lips tightly around my finger and pull back sucking the juice off my finger. I wish I could have seen his face but I had to keep my eyes on the road. I heard him moan slightly. I took that as a positive thing. He still had his hand wrapped around my cock so I reached down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand up off of my cock. I brought his hand to my mouth and licked my cum off of his hand. He started to giggle again. Once I cleaned off his hand, I released him. He then bent down and licked the cum off my belly. "I guess you like my cum too, Vin-man." I said. "Yeah, it's a lot thicker than James and really creamy. He reached back over the console and grabbed my dick. "Can we do it again, Toby. But I think this time I want you to cum in my mouth. Can we do that?" "We can do that stud; absolutely, but I need a bit of a breather first. I'm not thirteen anymore. How about, I pull over to the side of the road and I suck you off. How does that sound?" "You really want to suck me off?" he questioned. "Duh! Of course, I want to suck you off. I want to suck that gorgeous cock of yours and I want you to shoot your sweet load in my mouth. I want to eat your cum stud. What about that?" "Fuck yeah!" he said. I'd love to do that." I immediately reduced speed and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. "Wait right here, stud" I told Vinny and jumped out of the car. I ran around to the other side, opened the rear passenger door, and then the front passenger door. Vinny looked up at me and smiled but I could tell he was a bit confused. I was amazed that his dick was still hard. One of the benefits of being thirteen, I guess. "Look at you, Vin-man; you're so fucking hot and sexy. I can't wait to suck you off, stud," I smiled down at him. "Turn around and face me; let your legs hang down over the side of the seat." Without delay, he immediately did as I instructed. He placed his arms behind him, leaned back, and spread his legs. He looked so damn hot. His smooth, slender, teen body taught, his beautiful cock standing tall and hard. "Fuck, Vinny, you are so beautiful." He looked up at me and smiled obviously loving the compliment. I leaned down and into the car, placing my hands on either side of his ass on the seat. I couldn't help myself and kissed him right on the lips. I could tell that he was a bit surprised. I pulled back and his eyes were again, big as saucers. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me hard; his tongue exploring my mouth. I reached around his slender waist and pulled him hard against me as we kissed. Off in the distance and behind us, I heard a car approaching. Although I had both car doors open, and we were between the two open doors, I was not going to take any chances so I released my grip on him and pulled back from our kiss. I stood up with plenty of time to spare as the car quickly approached and passed us by. After the car passed us, I looked at Vinny and said, "Wow, Win-man. You are full of surprises. I would have never guessed that you were such a good kisser. I'm really impressed, stud." "I love it!" he volunteered. It's one of my favorite things to do," he said softly with a smile looking up into my eyes. "You are going to make someone extremely happy one day, Vinny. I kid you not. I just pray that they treat you well and appreciate what they have in you. You my boy, are definitely a keeper I can tell you that. Like I said earlier, I'd marry you in a heartbeat if I could." I leaned in and kissed him softly and he kissed me back. I ran my hands down his smooth, taught torso to his pubes and lightly brushed my finger through his silky, soft bush. He moaned softly as I caressed him. I so wanted to take my time and make him thoroughly enjoy my devoted attention to him, but I felt that we were already pressing our luck. I gently kissed each of his nipples before flicking them with my tongue and worked my way south. His dick was so hard. I could literally see it throbbing to his heartbeat. I couldn't wait a second longer and took his magnificent cock in my mouth. I heard him suck in a deep breath and hold it. It seemed like he held his breath for a long time before he exhaled audibly. I ran my tongue over his glands and stopped to scoop out his precious, clear precum with my tongue. He groaned loudly as he felt my tongue in his piss-slit. To my surprise, he placed his hand on the back of my head and forced my head down onto his cock. I fucking loved it. Here is this thirteen-year-old kid taking charge of his blowjob as he guided my head down his cock. Immediately, my dick hardened as if I hadn't shot a huge load just minutes before. I grabbed his hips with both hands and swallowed his dick whole. I could tell that he threw his head backwards as he released his grip on my head. I left his cock in my throat for several seconds and groaned so he could feel the vibration on his entire cock. I could have spent all day long with his sweet cock in my mouth but I felt time was of the essence. My goal was two-fold; number one was to make him cum and hopefully cum hard, and two, I wanted to eat his cum so bad I could have popped a vein. I started sucking his dick as I pulled him into me. It did not take long before I felt his dick get even harder in my mouth. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, his legs started to quiver and I heard the start of a deep-rooted groan. In seconds, his groan got louder and louder as he reached the point of no return. I started to moan with him and increased the suction on his cock ever so slightly. Suddenly he yelled out, "I'm gonna cum, Toby!" "I could feel the cum shooting up his cock against my tongue and suddenly, I had a mouthful of sweet, teen, Vinny-cum. I swirled his gift around with my tongue savoring his taste before swallowing it down. I so wanted all he had to give me and more. I held his dick in my mouth for several seconds after he came. I could feel him breathing heavily. I released his cock and kissed him to share just a small amount of his bounty with him. He was a most willing recipient. He wrapped his arms around me as we shared the last of his offering. I pulled back, took his dick in my mouth for one last taste before releasing him and standing up. He looked up at me with a big, exhausted smile on his face. I grabbed his chin with thumb and forefinger, leaned down and gently kissed him on the lips. I stood back up and said, "Thank you so much, Vinny. That was absolutely wonderful and I loved every second of it. I love sucking your dick and I love your cum. You are one yummy stud. I could eat you all day long, but we need to get moving, stud." He gave me a big smile and nodded his head in understanding. He swung his legs around inside the car and I closed the front door, and then the back door. I hurried around to the other side of the car and jumped in behind the wheel. My dick was still hard. I could have so easily shot off another load but we had to get going. I reached over the console and grabbed Vinny's seat belt. I buckled him in and kissed him quickly before buckling myself in. I put the car in gear and we pulled out onto the road. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *