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Subject: Tool Time complete 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. Tool Time (Mm) Lizard69 There! He did it again. It wasn’t just my imagination or me crowding in to see what he was working on. He wasn’t accidentally brushing up against me. And that wasn’t a tool in his pocket bumping into my lower back, at least not a shop tool. If we were anywhere close to the same size it would have been pressing against my ass. Not that he was really that big or even so old. I was a spindly kid, still getting used to the idea of officially be a teenager. He was just over thirty, making him an old guy in my mind though I’m pretty sure he’d laugh if I called him one. A little too short for basketball and not heavy enough for football, he told me he’d been a wrestler back in high school. I hadn’t got that far yet but it looked like chess club was going to be a better fit. I wasn’t exactly girly. At least nobody was hitting on me. If you took the half dozen skinniest tomboys in my class and lumped me in with them for a beauty contest, I might make it to second runner up. But then, nobody was hitting on them either, or at least that’s what I thought. Bill was starting to get a little strange often enough that this wasn’t exactly a surprise. The big question was what I should do about it. “Uh, Bill?” “Yeah?” “There’s something I need to ask you, it’s kind of weird so try not to get upset. Ok?” “Uh-huh.” “There’s this guy I know, not really a friend, I don’t know him that well, but we sort of hang out together.” “Yeah? What about him?” “You know that guys jerk off, right? I mean they spend more time talking about the weather but it’s like wind blows, rain falls, and guys jerk off, it’s part of nature. Most guys will think about some girl, and the stuff they’d like to be doing with her. I guess that’s a little creepy, but it’s a guy thing.” “Yeah, that’s pretty much how it is.” “Ok, some guys go way past that. They’re like, total perverts. Instead of the woman next door, they’re thinking about her kid, and the things they would do if they were sure the kid wouldn’t tell. Sometimes, the kid isn’t even a girl.” Bill didn’t pull away, or say anything, just stood there like he couldn’t decide whether to run or die. I was starting to think this was a really bad idea. That would have been a real good time to shut up and let it all go away. Instead it was like my mouth had it’s own ideas, or maybe was just spilling out whatever passed through my head. “I’m pretty sure this guy I know is thinking about me sometimes, when he’s jacking off. That’s kind of messed up, but as long as he’s not doing anything to me, it’s not my problem. My problem is different. I was looking at this girl in one of my classes, not actually trying to imagine her naked, they seem to know when a guy is doing that. So I’m just looking, wondering if she’d blow up if she knew what I was going to do when I got home. That got me thinking about the guy. Was he waiting for me to get home? Was he already doing it? I mean, it’s not like it really matters where I’m at. Did I even want to know what he was doing or what he was thinking about while he did it?” “Uh. And? Do I… Do I know this guy?” “Ya think? This is getting really sick and maybe I’m some kind of pervo too but, yeah, I want to know at least a little more about it. Are you really thinking about doing stuff to me sometimes? What kind of stuff, exactly? I had sex ed in school and they spent more time talking about gay than girls but they kind of avoided the details. That’s not something you can ask in front of the other kids. Are you gay? Weren’t you married?” “Yeah. I still date when I can find a woman worth the trouble. That’s getting pretty tough. I can deal with a hot, young, woman acting like her pussy is solid gold. When she’s thirty years old, thirty pounds overweight, and has three kids, that attitude doesn’t fly with me. If you were a girl I wouldn’t get really interested until you got a little older. A teenage tomboy is hotter than some lard ass trailer trash. If all I’m looking for is sex, well, you’re cuter than some girls your age.” “Uh… Thanks, I guess. I thought it might be something like that. The whole idea of like, *SEX*, with a guy is weird and creepy and makes me a little sick. But I know how to jerk off, and I’m thinking about sex like a million times a day. I wonder sometimes where I find the time to think about anything else. The whole idea of some kind of sex that I don’t *want* to think about is something new for me. This is kind of creepy, and life could get rough for me if anybody found out I even wanted to know, but I have to ask. When you think about having me do stuff, do I have to get, like, completely naked?” “Sometimes. It’s usually hotter that way. Especially if I’m edging.” “What’s that?” “That’s when you get close to cumming, then stop, and cool down for a while before you start again. It isn’t easy, especially if you get really close before you stop. The closer you get, and the more times you back off before you finish, the better it feels when you finally cum. You don’t have to try it. You don’t have to do anything at all. I could get in big trouble for even talking about this stuff with you. If you decide to give it a try, and you’re having trouble stopping, try to imagine something shocking, like having somebody walk in on you.” I saw Bill almost every day, just as a neighbor doing his own stuff. We didn’t go places and do things. He was restoring an old car in his garage and let escort izmit me ask a million questions while looking over his shoulder and getting in his way. I stayed away for a few days while I got used to the idea of him thinking about me like that. There was also the edging thing. Jacking off was still new for me. I didn’t have the time or the privacy to do it as much as I wanted to. I guess most guys start out concentrating on how quick they can get to the finish. The idea of doing it, while trying not to get it done, was as unnatural as the idea of some old guy wanting to do stuff with me. It wasn’t unusual for me to get stiff when I couldn’t do anything about it. All I had to do was think about my, “after school special”, to feel my Levi’s getting tight. It was almost certain to happen about half way through my last class of the day. Instead of trying to think of something else, an effort that never worked anyway, I began going the other direction, like, one step short of playing pocket pool. If anyone noticed me rushing for the bathroom as soon as I got home, they didn’t comment. Maybe because I was now taking a little longer instead of being back out in a couple of minutes. Bill hadn’t said anything about who I might imagine catching me in the act. Realizing that he might have got what he wanted the most, by *not* asking for it, shut me down quicker than a cold shower. When I got going again I carried it through and discovered he was telling the truth. That single interruption, a small delay, turned what was rapidly becoming simple relief into an event. Maybe not the best, at that point I still didn’t have a lot to compare it with. It was noticeably better than average. There was also something else, something not so nice. Dad hadn’t given me, “the talk”, yet and it looked like he was counting on sex ed at school to cover what I needed to know. The class was really careful about stressing that “different” wasn’t automatically “wrong”. I was never some kind of Sunday school superstar, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want anybody to know about this. For the very first time I had a real, honest to God, mess up your life if the whole world finds out kind of secret. It was going to take some time to get used to that. In some ways I’m not sure I ever did. Maybe that’s part of what growing up is all about. I was kind of nervous when I started showing up at Bill’s place again. The weirdest part was how he *didn’t* get weird about it. Like, he knew my secret, the way I knew his, and we weren’t going to give each other a hard time. At least it started that way. Pretty soon I was back to crowding in to see what he was doing, getting between Bill and what ever he was working on. Don’t ask my why I was shocked at the result being about what anyone with half a clue would expect. It’s hard to describe exactly what I was feeling when I stood there staring at the engine while he gripped the fender to either side of me, lightly grinding his hardon against my back. Awkward? Very. Scary? A little. Sick? Yeah. This is where I’m supposed to say that was the worst part, only it wasn’t, not compared to what came next. “Please…” “Shut up. You’re cute, and horny. I’m just horny. From now on, hanging around here is going to include me fucking you.” “Uh… Bill? I can’t. Really. Just hearing you talk about it creeps me out. There is no way I could let you do that.” “Really? Sure, I’d rather be fucking a girl. A perverted little cunt is almost as good though, and you’re here, she isn’t.” “But I’m not a…” “Bullshit. You’re as kinky as I am. You’re just not ready to do everything right now. That’s Ok. Half the fun of breaking you in is gonna be getting you so horny you beg for it. Unfasten your pants and push them down your thighs, underpants too.” “I already told you I can’t do that. No way. I just can’t.” “Ok, we might as well get it out in the open. I’m a grown man. You’re still a kid. Some creep could slap you around until you get with the program. I’m not that way. If you want to spend the next six months playing run away closer we can do that. If pretending I’m a creep makes it easier for you, I can live with that. It’s your choice but quit stalling.” It wasn’t the hardest thing I did up till then but it was close. It felt so… creepy, holding my pants to keep them from falling the rest of the way down and wondering what he was going to do next. “You’ll need your hands free. Buckle your belt and spread your ankles enough to keep your pants from falling off. If you really want to know how it feels to have a pervert cock stretching your tight little asshole just say `can’t’ one more time. Go ahead, I dare you. Ok, now jack off.” I swear, I almost said it out of pure reflex before I could stop myself. I was blushing like crazy and couldn’t understand how it could be so embarrassing. It wasn’t exactly my best thing but we both knew damn well I sure as hell knew how and practiced every chance I got. It literally saved my ass. Once I started stroking habit and reflex took over. At least until I started getting close and thought about popping a load. Then it turned into something like pushing string. I got scared when he leaned in and started talking into my ear, low and soft. “I can almost imagine one of the little hotties you’re drooling over at school walking in on this. It would totally creep her out to know you were daydreaming about her while you beat your meat. The really funny thing is the same girls who would get upset about that will giggle and get their panties damp at the idea of some creepy pervo doing you instead.” It’s not a fantasy I would have created on my own but it was enough. I managed to pop my cork and then became aware of something brushing against my naked ass. His own dick was leaving snail trails of pre-cum on me. “Way to go cunt. Not bad for your first time having sex with a pervert. You’re mine now.” I didn’t believe izmit rus escort it, not for real, at least right then. The next dozen times I thought about jerking off, like maybe a day and a half, the memory of doing that with Bill stopped me cold. It wasn’t enough to keep me from getting horny. Eventually adolescent biology overpowered everything else. I didn’t stop thinking about it, but the memory was starting to age and the need to get a load off kept getting more urgent. I tried to ignore his comments about “sex with a pervert” and “mine now” while my hardon wilted and post nut clarity set in. I’ve never been a very good liar, not even, maybe especially not to myself. What I did with Bill wasn’t sex, not like having a girlfriend, but it was something more than jerking off. He made it clear that if I was ever alone with him it would probably happen again, that I was “his” at least for that kind of stuff. So when I was back in his garage a little over a week later any normal person would think I was “asking for it”. Bill didn’t waste any time, hitting the control to close the overhead door as soon as I was within reach. When I turned, startled by the noise, he grabbed me from behind, one hand covering my mouth as the other pinned my arms. “Looks like I was right about you. Any kid can get cornered by a perv. The smart ones will do whatever it takes to make it home in one piece. The creepy little perverts come back for more. You’re not gonna fight, you’re not gonna tell and you can quit pretending to be the neighborhood nice boy, at least around me. I’m gonna let you go. You’re gonna drop your pants, underwear too, so it’s bunched around your ankles and we know you won’t be going anywhere in a hurry. Don’t forget what I said about hearing you say, `can’t’, one more time.” I’m not going to make a big deal of how bad I was blushing except that Bill seemed to get an extra kick from it. In the long run it probably kept things from moving faster than I could deal with. He enjoyed watching me color up enough that he didn’t want me to forget how. “Ok, reach up, put your hands around my neck and lace your fingers together. I’ve got a pair of handcuffs here somewhere but it’s more fun if you just imagine that you’re wearing them.” He wasn’t that much taller than me but when he straightened up I was brushing against him, trying to avoid doing more. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and started kissing me. It was immediately obvious I had no experience with girls, certainly none as the girl. He spent maybe ten minutes getting me up to speed on the basics before starting to pop the buttons on my shirt. Soon I was glad that kissing him gave me something else to think about while his hands were all over me. I got a little relief as he shucked his own clothes to match what I wasn’t wearing. Then he… “What are you doing?!” “I got tired of doing all the work. It’s time for you to have your first man fuck. I’ll hold our dicks together, underside to underside, while you start hunching like a dog humping somebodies leg. Just to make it more interesting if you get me off first I won’t finish in your mouth.” I’m not sure how to say this. Maybe it was the way he stood there motionless while I rubbed myself against him. Maybe it was deep kissing him while I did it. Maybe it was the way my imagination kept veering away from an image of myself on my knees involved in a different sort of deep kiss. I felt the cum surging up his cock an instant before the hot wetness flowed down over his hand and our tools. Heartbeats later my own load erupted hard enough to splash our abs as he moved his free hand down my back to pull me against him. I guess I was a little bit out of it when we cleaned up enough to get dressed and he went back to working on the car. It didn’t hit me until much later, at home, in bed, trying not to think about it long enough to get to sleep. What we did was way past kid games. What WE did. Don’t tell me he was a creepy old perv and I was just an inexperienced kid. I get that. But I wasn’t an *innocent* kid, not any more. Not a “creepy old guy” level of pervert, not yet anyway and maybe I never would be, but I sure as hell met him part way. It wasn’t going to stop. It wasn’t even going to stay at this level. I really was “his” and the thought of him having me was sick and at the same time kind of exciting. I was pretty sure a normal guy my age wouldn’t feel that way. I didn’t go back for three more days. Half expecting some comment about it, Bill didn’t really catch me off guard when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and walked me towards the side of the car. Opening the door revealed a folded beach blanket covering the rear seat. “We can stop pretending. Cars aren’t the only thing you’re here to learn about. Take off your clothes.” “You mean like… bare naked?!” “It’ll only take a minute to scrub the grease off my hands. It will be better for both of us if you’re down to your birthday suit when I get back.” He wasn’t quite that fast. I had time to figure out that pulling the towel across my lap was better than just sitting there trying to hide my hardon with my hands. Bill flipped the towel away, grabbed my ankles and pulled them up and apart until I was laying there with my bare ass at the edge of the seat and my spread legs in the air. Squeezing out a thick bead of lube on my boy boner he flopped his cock on top of it. “Hold our cocks together, use both hands.” I could feel his hands gripping my ankles though I couldn’t see much below my knees or above his nipples. That left me watching his hairy torso framed by the “V” of my naked legs, with a double handful of cock where they met. Bill started slowly thrusting, causing the slippery undersides of our cocks to glide against each other while sliding in and out of my hands. I wouldn’t call the motion teasing but I soon found my hips rocking against his thrusts, trying kocaelide escort to get longer and quicker strokes. “Oh yeah! That’s so hot, having a fresh young pervert fucking me back while I turn him out.” Well, hearing that got me flustered enough Bill came first, slowing as dollops of cum landed on my belly. His hardon started to wilt and I guess I got a little frantic as it dawned on me that I was too far along to stop now. I managed to pop my load after a half dozen quick thrusts before his hardon went away. Wiping his tool on the end of the towel hanging out from under my ass Bill left to get dressed. It took me a little longer to mop up the cock snot and get back into my clothes. That left me with a tough choice. I really wanted to do my usual “get in the way and ask a bazillion questions” thing but the idea of hanging around after we did it was… awkward. A little while later I understood, we were both in that “post nut” frame of mind. You know, that mental space where for at least a little while you just aren’t interested. It wasn’t until I relaxed enough to start actually getting in the way that I found out how much had changed. Soon it was pretty damn obvious that Bill wasn’t “accidentally” brushing up against me. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he finally pulled me tight against him, tipped my head back, and started deep kissing me. “We both know I could do you again right now. I’d rather give you time to think it over. Half the fun of fucking is waiting for it. Go home. Tomorrow, the next day, or maybe the day after that, come back for more if you want it. Two things, it will be hotter for both of us if you don’t cum until you’re with me again. I know you can hold off for at least one day if you really want to.” “Uh, you said two things?” “Yeah. You maybe already noticed. Every time we do it, I kind of ramp things up a little. I don’t really care what you think about that but it’s something you need to sort out sooner instead of later.” Bill was right. I was still getting horny over the girls at school but the memory of him on me, naked, a couple of horny creeps humping each other, was a whole different thing. I knew I’d do it again if he wanted to. Make that *when* he wanted to and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what the next level would be. Was I ready to have him *IN* me as well as on me? Saying I was kind of distracted the next day would be an understatement. The night before I’d used a little bit of Vaseline and managed to finger myself. It wasn’t terrible but it also wasn’t any sort of thrill, not by itself. Bill’s cock was a lot bigger than my finger and once he had it in me I couldn’t imagine him stopping before he finished. Could I handle that? Was not handling it even an option? I mean it’s like getting on a sled at the top of a really big hill. There is this mix of fear and excitement. Even after you push off there’s a little time when you can still change your mind. Real soon though you reach a point where you know that one way or another you’re going to get to the bottom of the hill and it will hurt less to ride it out that try to bail. I didn’t stop at Bill’s that day. Between homework and TV I somehow got through the evening. Falling asleep without jacking off felt like it took forever. I didn’t actually have to hold off. It’s not like I actually agreed to the deal. It’s embarrassing to admit but I’m enough of a perv that making it a challenge was all it took to get me to play along. I could do it solo… and stay solo. Or… I could let him finish breaking me in, with the understanding that included anything a horny old pervert might want from me. I can’t actually say when I decided. Sometime the next day I went from thinking, “can”, I do this to “when will”. I almost changed my mind at the last second. If my feet weren’t on autopilot I never would have made the last couple of yards to Bill’s garage. I suppose I could have done the usual thing, asking too many questions and getting in the way until he made the first move. That would be kind of lame. We both knew why I stayed away for a couple days and what it meant that I was back. Instead I was blushing, fidgeting and taking an unusual interest in the toes of my sneakers. “I heard you fuck boys. Is that what you want from me? Do I have to get naked? Are you going to come in my mouth? Or is that just to get you so hot you can finish in my ass without tearing me up?” Yeah, it was sick, and creepy, and kind of scary, but my dick was hard enough to drive nails. The way Bill smiled when he hit the door opener more or less answered my questions. I was in the back seat, getting out of my clothes, before the door completely closed. Then I was on my back, legs up, feeling the cool wetness of the lube he was spreading on my cock… and my asshole. The first finger was easy, the second not so much. The third? I started to wonder if he was going to shove his whole hand inside me. “Yeah, my cock isn’t three fingers thick. If you’re gonna wimp out I want to know before I have the head in and I’m ready to go balls deep. If you can handle this, getting fucked isn’t going to send you off the deep end.” He hooked his arms behind my knees and grabbed my shoulders, pinning me down while leaving enough room he could watch his cock sliding up inside me. I soon discovered that by bending his elbows he could pull my knees up, lifting my ass to meet his thrusts. “Don’t just lay there, jack off. If you’re going to be my cunt anyway you might as well cum while you’re doing it.” I didn’t quite manage that. Bill finished and pulled out before my own dick let go. Cleaning up should have been quicker with half the cum inside me. It took a little while to realize no amount of wiping was going to make me feel clean. I got dressed and found out I was in this weird sort of place. I didn’t want to get too close to him, but didn’t want to leave either. “I’m not going to dump a load of advice you don’t want and didn’t ask for. I think we’re both pretty sure you’ll be back for more. While you’re sorting things out, don’t be in too much of a hurry to think of it as `no big deal’.” (Not even close to…) The End

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