Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2023 18:32:39 +0000 From: Lizard69 Subject: Motorman's Mate In a world that seems to be getting less tolerant by the minute, Nifty is a resource we can't afford to lose. If you enjoy the content you find here please consider supporting them with a donation. For the record, I write fiction, adult fiction. Do not forward it to minors, jurisdictions where it isn't legal, or any person who has not specifically requested it. Do not re-post without this header or post on any pay site without my written permission. Squick note: I've included incest in the story code because the parents of the boys are aware of what is going on and get married later in the story. They are not instigating or participating in the action. Motormans Mate (mm, mdom, humil, incest?) Lizard69 I'd never payed much attention to Mr. Reynolds. He was just the retired guy next door. I was six when we moved to that working class burb, twelve when my dad died. Dad's insurance cleared the mortgage and set up a college fund for me with a little cushion left over for us to live on while mom found a job. Nobody would mistake us for wealthy but except for missing dad something awful we weren't hurting. Now and then I would see what looked like company work trucks making deliveries or picking something up next door. One day, when dad had been gone for a little more than a year, I was passing his garage just in time for him to ask me to help him lift something. Like any other newly minted teenager I didn't know dick about anything that matters. Years of getting in the way while my dad was fixing things allowed me to recognize this as some sort of unusual electric motor. After helping him get it up on a bench I looked around. I'd never been there before. The place was like a cross between a mechanics shop out of some history book and the mad scientists lab in an old movie. "Mr, Reynolds? What is all this stuff? What do you do here?" "Technically, nothing. I'm retired so this is just a hobby. I did a hitch in the navy right out of high school and trained as an electricians mate. A big part of the job was rebuilding burned out electric motors. I ran my own shop for a lot of years then sold it when I no longer wanted to work that hard. Pretty quick I found out sitting on my ass doing nothing wasn't a long term option. I let the guy who bought me out know that I was available on a limited basis for the sort of oddball jobs he'd otherwise have to turn down. If I reported the income I was making it would mess with my pension. Then the city would land on me for running a business out of a residence. I'd end up either reopening a business or sitting in front of the tube until my brains leak out my ears." "Mr Reynolds..." "Call me Eldon, or just Don." "Ok Don, I'm Matt, from next door." "Yeah, you're familiar even if we never formally met." "Uh huh, things aren't going too good with me and my mom right now. I guess it's just the usual single parent raising a teenager thing but knowing what it is doesn't make it easier for either of us. Would it be ok if I hang around while you work on things? I'll try not to get in the way as much as I did when dad was alive." "I can go one step better than that. I'll pay you, nickles and dimes to start, not even half the minimum wage. Until you know something worth paying for you're just a spotter, somebody to help with grunt work and hang around so I don't lay here half the day if I have a coronary and there's nobody to call 911. That work for you?" "Hell yeah!" "Then you work for me. First thing to learn is watch your mouth. I don't care. I'm ex navy. I've had language directed at me that would make the ears fall off an innocent kid if he was in the same room. Other people, especially people who might pay you, start to form an opinion the minute they lay eyes on you. How you look, how you act, what comes out of your mouth all matters. One of the worst handicaps you can give yourself is needing to overcome a bad first impression." "Ok, I'm probably not as innocent as you think but I have enough sense not to argue with somebody paying me to listen." "I just doubled your pay. Don't get too happy, it's still only half a buck an hour. I'm only paying that because it's starting to look like you might be teachable." "You're paying me for something I'd do for free. I'll be happy about that until something better happens." I had time to watch him break that motor down and throw some parts to soak in the cleaning tank before he called it a day and I hurried home for supper. The guy she was dating had his kid with him. Let's just say making it less fun would have required some real effort. Don hadn't been too specific but I figured a good starting point for "bright and early" was around the time I'd start if school was in session. "Morning Don, how early do you start?" "It varies. I'm usually awake before sunrise. If I'm in the shop before seven I'm wrapping up something I had going from the day before. There's a box of blank composition books on the shelf over there, grab one and hang your name on it. Recording your start and quit times is good enough for now. As you learn to do useful work I'll show you how to log it against a job ticket. Later we'll work out how to calculate your share of whatever that job brought in. The half dollar an hour is your base rate for being here taking up space. The more you learn and the faster you learn it, the sooner you start making some real money." "Wish I knew that yesterday. Mom had the guy she's dating and his kid over for supper again. I suppose Keith is ok. He'll never take dads place and to him I'm just mom's baggage. Kevin is a couple years older than me and going stir crazy waiting for his next birthday so he can get a drivers license. I made the mistake of telling them I was working for you and when they found out how much I was getting paid they all gave me a load of crap about it. Like I should be out with the special ed crew picking up gum wrappers in the park." "So, what did you learn from that?" "Not to tell anyone what I'm getting paid?" "More like not to discuss your plans with people who aren't involved. I did a full twenty in the navy earning my pension. I served with some good people and some that were a real challenge. A ship at sea can be one hell of a classroom for learning to deal with situations you can't walk away from. I can remember quite a few times I got some unexpected help from asking the right person for his opinion. When you tell people your plans, usually the best you can hope for is that they won't get in your way. Brag about what you have and there is always the chance that someone who hears you will start looking for ways to take it." "Sounds like you already know Kevin. I'd be thrilled to walk away if I wasn't worried about turning my back to him." "A bully?" "Worse. You know how some guys are like, really, super horny? Any girl who wants to keep her pants on shouldn't ever be alone with him?" "When I was your age there was always one guy you didn't leave alone with your sister, or your granny, maybe not even your dog. Did something happen?" "I don't know who to tell. I know who I should tell but I don't think I can deal with what will happen then." "He's fucking you?" "I guess. We're both underage so it isn't legal but the worst he could get is straight probation, especially if he can convince them I wanted it." "Did you? How did it start?" "Date night. Mom didn't want to pay a sitter but wasn't really comfortable leaving me home alone. Kevin is a couple years older and Keith thought it was stupid for them to pay for a room when they both had homes. So he started dropping Kevin along with a movie and some take out when he picked up mom." "Sounds innocent enough." "Yeah, except almost from the first Kevin would show up with two movies. I had the choice of watching some PG rated thing on the small set in my room, or hard core on the flat screen with Kevin jerking off on the couch next to me." "Uh huh, on the boats we called them training films. The ward room would hold maybe a dozen people without getting too crowded. Jerking a load in public was discouraged, more on some boats than others. Every boat I was on had a few guys who should have been watching alone if at all but watched together because there just wasn't time for a private screening. We had a few new transfers every time we weighed anchor. Part of the usual hazing was to set them up for the next perv screening. Let me guess, with you sitting right there solo wasn't good enough for him?" "Right on the first try. He went from getting me to jerk along with him, to stroking each other, to sucking him off. Every time he bumped it up a notch it felt a little more perverted, then, after a while..." "You got used to it?" "Sort of... Maybe... He's still a pervert making me do creepy shit. The thing is, he's not twisting my arm or making threats. I can say no and he'll let it go, then later, a couple days maybe, he'll bring it up again. If I keep saying no he keeps bringing it up at closer and closer intervals until he's like at me non-stop. Only it doesn't get that bad anymore. By the second or third time he hits on me to try something new we both know that sooner or later I'm gonna cave. It's easier to just go ahead and get it over with." "Only it really isn't over, is it?" "Yeah, that's Kevin. He likes some things more than others but there's no such thing as `just this once'. Everything I ever did is still `on the menu' and the longer it takes him to wear me down the longer it stays in the number one spot." "Sounds like the two of you have your issues sorted out." "We mostly avoid each other except when we get thrown together on date night. The last couple of times he went the rest of the way, actually cumming in my ass. Part of me is like, oh my God, this is the nastiest, most perverted thing anybody could ever do to me. Another part of me is actually kind of relieved. Like, it isn't *that* much worse than all the other stuff. He's not going to brag to his buddies. If letting him get away with it is the price of keeping it secret, I guess I can handle that." It got awful quiet in the shop and I started doing that thing where conversation stops at a party and you mentally play back what you just said. "Uh, Matt, don't take this the wrong way. You just told me a load of stuff you probably wouldn't tell your best friend. If I was responsible for looking after you, keeping you out of trouble, I'd be really concerned. I'm going to respect your decision not to report it, but only on the condition that you don't have any secrets, not from me. I won't rat you out to anybody but if things start going too far sideways I'll try to talk you into getting some help." "I'm... I'm still working for you? Now that you know what I do?" "You're starting younger than most. The connection between what you do and what you are isn't as direct as a lot of people think. As long as you don't make your date night part of my business, it's not my problem." I thought that was going to be the end of it, at least for a while. Less than two weeks later I was trying to follow Don's instructions on a practice project and messing up really bad. "Matt, you know I don't tolerate `Monday' work. You're not the kind of guy who would deliberately try to test my patience. Something happened. You don't have to tell me about it but I'm putting this project on the back burner. If you need to talk I'll listen." "Friday was date night. Sometimes, if they're going out somewhere before... you know, mom will drop me at Keith's. This time, between whatever and going to our place he stopped to pick something up." "Uh oh." "Worse. Like the whole world came apart. Maybe more like big pieces started dropping off until I could see something behind it, something scary." "Anything I should know about?" "For starters it wasn't the usual porn vid, it was his dad and my mom. Mom isn't hot, not to me, she's just mom. But I guess she was really something back in high school and she still hits the gym pretty regular. I've seen her at the beach and she was drying her hair on the way from shower to bedroom once when she didn't know I was home. Nothing like this. It looked like a collection of clips they made until it was like watching them do everything, everywhere. Kevin paused a scene where she was getting it dog style in the living room while the TV showed a video of some other woman getting it the same way. Kevin was barebacking me in the same place and position when they walked in." "That sounds about as awkward as it gets." "Like, not even close. We were both far enough along that I don't think we could have stopped if we noticed them. One hand was in my hair while he gave me a reach around with the other. I didn't see them standing there until he twisted my head around to watch me lick my spunk off his fingers." "What do you say at a time like that? Hi mom?" "I can't be sure I didn't say exactly that. My mouth was making noises but my mind was a blank. She just stood there staring at us with her hand over her mouth while Keith found whatever he stopped to pick up, then walked her out the door like some kind of mental patient. All through this Kevin's hips continued to pump away on autopilot until he busted a nut as the door was closing behind them." "It sounds like one hell of a situation. How do you even try to get a handle on something like that?" "I wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but ended up getting in a argument with Kevin about whether I could get dressed first. He was like, `oh well, what the hell, can't get any more busted'. By the time mom came back to give me a ride home my jaws ached, my knees were sore and my poor ass was reamed `til I was walking funny. Mom didn't say anything right then but I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be lucky enough to get off that easy." "That was Friday night?" "Uh huh. Saturday I got up earlier than usual and tried to go somewhere, anywhere, before she knew I was up. Instead I ended up sitting at the kitchen table with her while she sipped her morning coffee." ***** "We can do breakfast if you're hungry." "Uh, maybe later." "Yeah, well, I have no idea what to say about most of this so don't melt down the instant you hear something that doesn't sound right. I guess the first and most important thing is that you're not in trouble. When I walked in on you I was shocked, confused, embarrassed, even a little disappointed but I wasn't angry and I'm not mad at you now. I have some news of my own. Before we get to that I need to ask you some awkward questions. Try to understand that it's not just creepy curiosity. If I didn't actually need honest answers I wouldn't ask. Ok?" "I guess you have to ask." "I don't know much about that sort of thing but it's my understanding that it isn't unheard of for adolescent boys to experiment along those lines. The normal sexual preference for boys your age is, *yes*. Also, the usual situation where girls select from the guys pursuing them gets a little warped. It can be anything from no definite role, up or maybe down, to a bull queer raping his bitch. Keith has assured me that while the act we witnessed was homosexual in nature Kevin is straight. I can accept that homosexual activity isn't that same as being actively homosexual. "He was obviously taking the active role. It may just have been that the act was so near to completion when we walked in. Kevin appeared to be either aggressively enthusiastic or enthusiastically aggressive. That doesn't mean the attention was unwanted. You had an orgasm. That doesn't prove the sex itself was consensual. I realize it may be a black or white question about something that has a shades of gray answer but I need to know. Were you being assaulted and if so was it something you were on board with?" ***** "So? How did you answer that?" "I told her he'd stop if I asked him to." "Neatly dodging the question." "I thought so, until she smiled, and I realized nobody plays word games to protect something they want to stop." ***** "Your father and I met in high school. Both of us had dated other people. Neither of us were virgins. The most important thing we had in common was that we thought it was insane for every guy in school to be chasing the same five girls while every girl was chasing the same five guys. We dated steady until graduation, getting to know each other. Instead of looking for, `the one', we were looking for, `good enough to start', and willing to commit to working for the best that was in us. I love him. Dying can't change that. With him I learned how wonderful life can be as half of a loving couple. I'm thirty-five. Barring accident or illness I've got at least that much ahead of me. I'm not going to spend it single. It doesn't mean I love your dad any less. If I was gone and he was still here I'd expect him to do the same. Can you understand and accept that? I'm not asking you to like it, just try to deal with it." "What can I say? I'd be a complete asshole if I wasn't willing to at least try." "Great! It's really rough for me because most of the girls I knew in school are either on husband number two, if not three, or they're finally giving up on the club scene because the guys they want have started chasing girls ten years younger. We're competing for the same men even if they don't know it yet. I'm still a better than average catch. I don't have unrealistic expectations. I've got one kid instead of three by three different fathers. I could probably still squeeze into my wedding dress if I had to. Most of all I spent the last fifteen years in a good marriage that ended through no fault of my own. But the window is closing. In five more years you'll be out on your own and if I don't have a husband I might as well give up and buy a cat." "My mom the neighborhood cat lady?" "I don't think it will come to that. A couple days ago Keith asked me to marry him. I told him I needed a few days to think it over and run the idea past you. It's ultimately my life and my decision but until you're old enough to be out on your own it's your life too. Kevin will be out of the house in three more years. In less than one he'll have a drivers license and greatly expanded pool of dating options. I doubt if he'll completely lose interest as long as you're available but a lot of the pressure will be off and it should be easier to say no. That's if Keith's offer is still open. I wouldn't blame him for having some serious second thoughts." "Oh... Wow... You mean like him and Kevin moving in? Living here? Date night is one thing. Even then it doesn't happen every time we're alone together. Are you seriously talking about having him here all the time?" "I'm asking you to think about it. Especially what sort of compromises it would take to make it a situation you could live with." ***** "Compromises? I don't believe I've ever heard it called that." "Me either, I was still bumping up against the idea of her marrying Keith. For my whole life mom was one half of `mom and dad'. Losing dad was awful, but... mom and Keith??? I couldn't just reject the whole idea. The thing is, I sort of got the impression that when she asked me to think about it she was talking about weeks, maybe months." "How long do you have?" "Had. Keith and Kevin showed up Sunday afternoon wanting to know what we decided." ***** "So, here it is, I'm sure Keith and I will be good for each other or at least that we can be. What we don't know yet is the calendar. Technically, we could get a license when the courthouse opens in the morning and find somebody to make it official before lunch. Neither of us needs a big church wedding this time around. However, assembling a blended family is a little more complicated than simply filing the paperwork. You're an only child, so is Kevin. You're going to have to get used to the idea of being *our* kids rather than his and mine, at least for some things. We'll work that out over the long run. More urgent is something which normally gets labeled sibling rivalry. If the kids are evenly matched this can be something that goes on until you're both old enough that it's no longer relevant. The discussions we've had with each of you makes it plain that the matter has more or less been settled. "I might as well drag it out in the open. Kevin is deeply immersed in a version of puberty that borders on testosterone poisoning. His father is worried about the inevitable future problems that will result from letting the wrong head do his thinking for him. Matt has already been coerced, possibly intimidated, to participate in homosexual activity. So far this doesn't seem to have done him any lasting harm. "It is completely beyond any definition of parental authority for me to require Matt to be sexually submissive to Kevin or anyone else. I would normally do everything possible to discourage that sort of thing. Listen to me very carefully Matt. When we become one household it will be impractical, bordering on impossible, for Keith and I to keep Kevin off of you. We expect him to seek other outlets. Failing that, we demand a reasonable amount of discretion. Watching the two of you won't become an alternative for nights when there is nothing good on cable. I'm not going to waste time and effort trying to pretend that nothing is going on. If Kevin asks you right now to show him the bedroom you will probably share, nobody will try to stop you from doing so. Keith and I will probably discuss what you are doing. We may decide to extend and expand that discussion in my bedroom. If you can't handle serving as the sexual outlet of last resort for your future stepbrother, well, to borrow a line from the standard wedding service, speak now or forever hold your peace." "Not my room! When you walked in on us I didn't actually want to die but I don't want to even try to imagine anything more awkward. I have to deal with everybody here knowing we did it, that it wasn't the first time and I'm not going to pitch a fit about it happening again. I'll try to get used to the idea of them moving in, sharing the house, sharing my mom. If Kevin was my brother or a normal stepbrother sharing a room wouldn't be a huge problem. But Kevin is *FUCKING* me. Ok, I can say no and the day that doesn't work the shit will hit the fan for real. I can say no anywhere but this is the only place I have to live. I need some place where I don't have to say no, where I can fall asleep and not worry about who I'm gonna wake up with." "Well everybody, I have to admit he has a point and isn't being unreasonable. I'll back him on this one. Besides, Kevin is ready to start dating. That can't be a license to throw Matt out of their room any time Kevin has a girl over. I can move my craft and hobby stuff to the basement and give Kevin that room but we'll have to invest some money into finishing out the basement to make it more usable." ***** "You basically signed on to having him fuck you if he can't find something better to do." "Pretty sick, huh?" "It's not something for me to judge. When we were at sea, the crews were mostly stable with some transfers and new recruits taking the place of guys who didn't re-up. In twenty years I only served on a half dozen ships. Every one had a few guys who were queer, a larger list that were celibate and a third group that would take what they could get if they were horny enough." "So you don't think I'm some kind of deranged perv?" "The smallest, "blue water", ship in the navy has a large enough crew that privacy is going to be almost non-existent. There aren't any secrets at sea. It never took long for the whole crew to find out if the new guy was a top, bottom, or not interested. There's always a certain amount of hazing as everybody gets familiar with where somebody fits in the social order. I can't recall anybody catching crap in the long run over nothing but being a bottom. If you're doing your job nobody cares. If it bothers you that I know Kevin is fucking you, keeping quiet about it would have been a better option. I got the impression you needed an outside opinion bad enough to take a chance I might give you crap about it." "That, or you would call the cops if it really needed to be that way. Kinda take me off the hook for a tough decision." We left it at that, getting back to what he had on the bench. Don had kept his old training manuals, more for nostalgia than reference. He was baby stepping me through the course starting at square one. Imagine being in a technical college where you're the only student in the class and the instructor has retired after a career in that field. Then add earning some pocket money instead of having to cough up tuition. I was happier than a pig in mud, except for the way things were going at home. In what seemed like no time at all it was Monday morning again and I had questions that didn't have anything to do with rewinding motors. "They did it." "Did what?" "Filled out the paperwork last week and stopped after work on Friday to get married. No announcements, no big wedding. Kevin and I spent most of the weekend at Keith's place so that he and mom could have our place to themselves. They're too old to be newlyweds flying off to spend a week somewhere humpin' like bunnies, but kids aren't needed for even a low rent honeymoon. Uh, I know this isn't your problem but this thing with Kevin is getting me a little scared." "Getting too rough?" "No, uh, if anything it's getting too easy, like I'm turning gay." "Not likely, probably not even possible. Gay or straight isn't something you choose, it's something about yourself that you discover. Not everybody learns everything there is to know about themselves. I'm sure there are guys out there as queer as it gets who don't know it and others who are gay only because they have never been with a girl. Like a `gold star' lesbian, one who has never been with a man. Now and then one of those girls will try it with a man just to find out what they're missing. The other girls have a special name for them. They call them `hasbians'. What's the problem with Kevin?" "I told you how it started, not even sex really, just him getting creepy and me going along with it because it wasn't worth fighting over. By the time we got caught I kind of accepted that Kevin was having sex, I was just sort of there. Friday night I was face down on his bed, naked and my legs spread. I was hugging a pillow, biting one corner to keep from squealing like a girl, when I noticed the closet door was open far enough I could see us in the mirror on the inside. "The porn he has is all straight. This was... different. He wasn't fucking a girl, or a boy either, more like it just didn't matter. I wish it was the same for me. I wasn't just there anymore. I was getting fucked by a guy. That's supposed to be about the worst thing that can happen to a straight guy. The longer I watched our reflection the closer I got to admitting it, I was having sex with him. It isn't what I want. If I could choose between fucking a girl and having Kevin on me I'd go for the girl in a heartbeat. If just having him leave me alone was an option I would take that instead. But after I give up and he's on me, in me, on his way to getting a load off, I uh..." "You kind of like it?" "Pretty gay, huh?" "Not as much as you think. Most of the places with a one sided ratio are voluntary. If you don't like the baggage that comes with it you can leave. Even most branches of the military you can get leave to chase a little tail now and then. To be trapped on a sausage farm for months at a time you almost have to be in jail or the navy. Jail has a reputation for being a little rougher about sorting out who's gonna pitch and catch. It wouldn't surprise me to find out a lot of that is the male version of the nice girl thing. Like, she has to say she was forced so people won't think she's *that* kind of girl." "You're saying some straight guys *want* to be a bitch?" "More like they want everybody to think they hate it more than they really do." "Uh... Did you ever..." "Don't ask. We're not going there. You want to learn how to rewind motors, I'll teach you, and pay you for whatever you learn how to do. You ask for advice about your messed up situation at home, I'll do what I can. But the first thing they teach you about helping a man who's gone overboard is you don't get out of the boat. Throw him a line or a float if you can but if you get in the water he'll take you down with him." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I took up this trade because I like solving problems. Not all of them have to be motor related. I'm getting to know you well enough that you seem like a pretty good kid. Some people would be shocked or upset that you're letting another boy fuck you. I don't have a problem with that as long as you don't either. Most boys discover their dick is more than a hose to piss through and start to act like self propelled erections. It doesn't get discussed as much but when a guy finds out his asshole is more than a exit for used groceries he has to decide what he's going to do about it." "Kevin already took care of that." "Really? Or is he just the first? When girls hit an age that guys start showing interest, they start experimenting, trying to see what they can do to be more interesting. Same with gays. Straight guys who bottom are in this other sort of space. Be honest, when you asked about my history, were you curious about where my dick has been, or where it might be going?" "Uh... I guess I didn't really think it through." "From the way you're blushing you probably wish you had your second thoughts first. Relax, after you've been a bottom, thinking about who might be next is as natural as sunshine after a shower. You're going to start noticing guys checking you out." "Oh God! You mean they can tell?! That I'm doing it?" "Not really, there are small things they might notice, like the `tells' that poker players learn to watch for. Most of it isn't even anything new. Pervs have been checking you out for years. It's just now that you're doing it you're going to start noticing them noticing you." "SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, what the hell do I do now?!" "The only thing close to an up side is that it's your call. When you're catching, you get to decide who you're catching for and call the pitch. If Kevin ever crosses that line he needs to spend some time in jail getting the lesson pounded home." For the next month or so my home life sort of got pushed out of first place. I had a hard time believing how fast my paydays were growing. I had curiosity but was never any sort of natural mechanic. What I was doing now didn't actually need a lot of tools. The ones we used were mostly special purpose, some of them home made, but nothing super complicated. While Kevin was sitting at home splitting his time between porn and PlayStation, I was learning the theory behind what I was doing and the cost accounting needed to bill for it. "I totaled the bill for this one. The numbers still don't look right. I can't believe anyone would pay this much." "Uh huh, I realized early I wasn't going to be a rocket scientist. A lot of the specialties you can train for in the military don't help much in civilian life. This is different. You can set up a shop with a couple thousand in tools and a net thirty line of credit with a couple suppliers. When I enlisted it was just another job. By the time I retired it was a niche trade. Most of the time when a motor dies it makes more sense to install a new replacement. New technology has made them cheaper and more energy efficient." "So why pay us to rebuild stuff older than I am?" "Sometimes you can't just pull a replacement off the shelf. The boats I served on had hundreds, sometimes thousands of motors. We couldn't carry that many spares. Even on land down time is important. Factories don't run machinery just for fun. If it's not running they're not making money while the cost of keeping the place open stays about the same. Even a fairly small production line can cost them thousands of dollars an hour when a burned out motor shuts it down." "I already told mom I don't need an allowance anymore." "Glad to hear it. I'll bet it really made her day." "She didn't make a big deal out of it but I could tell she was happy. This is gonna sound kind of stupid. My share of this one job is more than I ever had in my pocket. It's a little scary." "I'm impressed. Most kids your age aren't smart enough to know what to be afraid of." "I guess I should get mom to help me open a savings account." "That's what most people would suggest. It's probably not the best option. Banks are better than hiding money in your sock drawer but not by much. Better to have her help you open a brokerage account and start buying assets that grow faster than inflation. By the time you're old enough to move out on your own you won't have to look for a job. You'll have enough seed money to open your own shop." "I guess." "What else would you spend it on?" "I, uh, I'd kind of like to have a girlfriend." Don let it go at that. Mom was a little surprised I wanted a brokerage instead of a bank account. The idea of opening a business kept bouncing around the back of my mind while Kevin got his license, car and the job to support it. "How's it going now that Kevin has his girl chaser?" "Not as good as I hoped. He doesn't have any problem finding girls but at least the first few dates he comes home so horny he'd tear me up if he didn't bust a nut so fast." "Is that a problem for you? From the way you're starting to blush I'd guess the answer is no." "You're going to think I'm crazy. Maybe I am a little. A couple nights ago Kevin was out with a new girl. Sometimes even a new girl will do it with him, not everything he wants but at least something to help him get a load off. Most of the time I can expect him to come home half crazy to bust a nut. So I'm sitting there in sweats watching a movie or at least looking at the screen, trying not to think about what's gonna happen, not doing too good at either. Every couple of minutes I catch myself with a hand around my dick. I'm not stroking. I've got this hardon so huge it's like I can't really believe it. I keep reaching down to give it a little squeeze, just to prove to myself it's really that big. When it can't get any bigger every squeeze seems to make it a little harder until it feels like a thin glove around a hickory hammer handle." "If you know what's coming, or at least who's coming, there's worse things than anticipation." "Yeah? So Kevin gets home, hits the shower and then the sack. I guess he got lucky. I don't really mind getting off solo but can't stand the idea of him laughing himself to sleep while I do it. I walk to the mini-mart a couple blocks away to get a hot chocolate and give him time to nod off. I'm almost home when I notice this car that passed me a couple times already rolls up and drops the window on the curb side. I'm trying to decide if I should run for home and let him find out where I live or try to make it back to the mini-mart before he runs me down. He lights a cigarette and I can see it's just one guy who doesn't look too crazy so I walk over to find out what's up." ***** "You party?" "Uh, sometimes, what do you have in mind?" "Depends, how much?" "That's complicated. I don't need cash, not that bad anyway. We're both old enough to know that nothing is free." "Ok, why don't you tell me what you need and if I can give it to you, what I'll get for my trouble." "I'm looking for a special kind of pervert. When you were a kid, did you ever get so horny you didn't have time to get somewhere safe before you started jerking?" "Once or twice, yeah." "So you know how if the cheerleaders won't date you, well, fat chicks need dick too. How if you're horny enough it doesn't matter what she looks like or that she's years away from legal age. You don't even care if she isn't really sure she wants things to go that far." "So?" "Are you horny enough that it doesn't matter if it isn't a girl?" "If I am?" "See that alley behind me? Three houses in on the left is a backyard. The people there sleep pretty solid. They don't have a dog or those motion sensor lights. If you follow me that far I'll start spit shining your knob and we can see where it goes from there." Picking a spot where a yard shed blocked the view from the alley and nobody could see from the street. I dropped to my knees and he pulled out his cock. Between street light reflected off houses and a mostly full moon it was light enough to see what I was doing. "You're older, bigger, than anyone I've been with. Try to let me set the pace, ok?" "You'll never make an enemy telling a guy he's the biggest you had so far." It didn't take long to get him hard and slick. I pushed my sweatpants down and started using my fingers to move extra spit to my ass. Kevin had done me enough I could tell this guy was getting close. Pulling my sweatshirt over my head, I bent forward until I was resting on my forearms and knees, with a double handful of the stretchy cloth and the rest bunched around my wrists. "I think I'm wet enough you can finish in my ass if you don't take too long. I'm gonna plant my face so you can get busy. Nobody wants to hear me squealing like a school girl. You should try to be quiet too. I don't want some guy out walking his dog wandering over to see what's going on." ***** "So? Are you bragging, bitching, or looking for an opinion?" "You don't think I'm out of my mind?" "It doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't even matter if you're crazy. No man with a hardon is totally sane. Sooner or later every guy has a moment when he's so damn horny he might as well not have a brain. Some pervs and most adolescent boys live that way. We already knew that. There's something you're not telling me." "Yeah, well, you know more than you want to about where I'm at with Kevin. I didn't want to just dump it on you. This is different. "I don't actually get horny for Kevin. I'm horny as hell most of the time. It's easier to be with him if I am. If he ever wants to get on me right after I busted a nut... it would be pretty miserable. Trying to get it up for a second round would be easier than trying to keep him off me, but I wouldn't be getting horny for *him*." "Ok, some people would consider that a pretty fine line but how you look at whatever you're doing, can make a huge difference." "I spent hours thinking I was waiting to find out what Kevin wanted, then this guy asked me if I wanted to "party" and I realized I wasn't waiting to find out *if* I was going to get fucked. It felt like shoving off at the top of some huge water slide. Before he even asked, being with a stranger was already a done deal. Doing it outdoors was like horror movie stuff. There is no way I was going to get in his car and let him take me somewhere, or tell him where I live either. He didn't know we were in my own backyard. My bedroom window wasn't a hundred feet from where I'm on my knees trying to get his cock spit slick and close to popping a load. Even using the extra to get my hole sloppy wet, spit isn't like having real lube. If he didn't cum fast enough I'd have to suck him the rest of the way to keep him from tearing me up. It was already some weird kind of almost rape." "Uh, *almost* rape?" "It's kinda messed up. First there's the age thing. What's the difference between telling me I can't say no and telling me I can't say yes? Either way you're telling me I don't have a choice. If we set that aside there's still the rest of it. Nobody twisted my arm. He wasn't threatening me or even telling me I had to do stuff. I don't think he said six words after following me into the alley. I set the pace, got him ready, took him balls deep bareback. I was the one shoving my hole onto his shaft harder than he would dare to ram it into me." "If that's how it was, it sounds about as consensual as it gets." "Except that from the moment I told him to follow me I started having second thoughts. It's like I was following some kind of script. It finished with me cumming, something I wanted more than anything else right then. But I wasn't just hot to get a load off. I could have done that in the bathroom at the mini-mart if I couldn't hold on long enough to get home. The idea of having sex with a total stranger was incredibly hot the instant it occurred to me then kept getting colder. Technically I was free to change my mind right up through the final strokes. Instead it's like every step forward made it that much harder to go back or turn away. By the time he was in me, I was hating what I was doing so much that I wanted it to hurt, like getting punished for being the kind of perverted little creep who would do that stuff." "Yeah, that's pretty messed up all right." "Uh huh, then right before he finished he gave me a reach around. It wasn't the roughest stroke job my dick has been through. I get a little carried away sometimes. It was bad enough that if I wasn't already so close it probably would have shut me down instead of pushing me over. As it was, I came so hard things got a little blurry for a minute. By the time I pulled myself together enough to go inside he already zipped up and left." "So, how do you feel about it now?" "I don't really know. It's all mixed up and jumbled together. What do you think?" "I think it's something you have to work out for yourself. The test I use is would I do it again. Does the next guy who hits on you have a chance? I do see a trend you maybe haven't noticed. You figured out how to masturbate like any other kid. Most guys don't have a JO buddy so it's no big surprise Kevin had to nag you into it. From what you told me he didn't actually have to twist your arm to take it further. You decided on your own that it was easier to do what he wanted if you were still waiting to get a load off. Now you found out that you don't have to be waiting for Kevin. Can you guess what comes next?" "No waiting?" "Right in one. It's about time to break for lunch. See ya in a half hour?" "Yeah. Sure." When I got back Don had a laptop sitting on the bench. "You told that guy there wasn't any guard dog or motion lights. As far as that went you weren't lying. I don't advertise it but some of the stuff I work on has a replacement cost in the six figure range. The average security camera has a resolution so low the image looks like those interviews of people in the witness protection program. I wanted something sharp enough the cops could tell where the thief bought his shirt. It was pure chance that the cam covering that side of my garage also included the corner of your yard where you decided to make that guy happy." I hit play. The infra-red reduced the video to black and white but anybody who knew me could ID the kid in the video and there was no doubt at all about what I was doing. Seeing it from an outside point of view was... different. The biggest surprise was how short the whole thing was, like, it was over in a couple minutes. Sure it was a quickie, but at the time it didn't seem *that* quick. "Uh, you watched?" "Just a quick scan to find what to clip. I don't need CP on any of my systems. That memory stick is the only copy." "What are you going to do with it?" "Not my problem. It's your video. I would suggest you make damn sure it doesn't get passed around. If anyone figures out where it was recorded knowing it came from my camera isn't much of a leap." "Then why didn't you just wipe it yourself?" "It got recorded by my camera, but in every way that matters it's your video. Even if there's nobody you would show it to right now..." Eventually that little clip would become one of my most cherished mementos but that's another story. The End.