His words trailed off as he turned his gaze to the ground and nervously bit his bottom lip. My eyes widened and a look of shocked excitement invaded my expression. I’ll be damned; it didn’t even matter to him. Years ago, my friend Daryl told me when I met the right person that it wouldn’t matter but at the time I had just resigned myself to being alone for the rest of my life. That no one would want to take the risk of loving someone like me. But this kid who I’d only met a couple of times already was willing to take a chance.

  I felt so relieved as we sat there for what seemed like eternity just staring off at the river and listening to the birds sing as more and more people began to wake up and move about during their morning routine. After a bit I cleared my throat and asked, “So, there’s a nice little bistro a couple of blocks away, would you be interested in joining me for breakfast so we can get to know each other some more?”

  He lifted his eyes to meet mine, “I would like that.”

  His eyes were sweet and playful as we stood. I was suddenly aware that we were still holding hands. I let go, and he quickly took mine back, “You don’t have to let go if you don’t want to, I like it.”

  I smirked, “Okay then.”

  I wasn’t about to object to a cutie like him wanting to hold my hand. We strolled a block or two towards downtown when suddenly he glanced at me with a cunning glint in his eyes, “Wanna race?”

  A booming laugh escaped me, “You can’t keep up with me little boy.”

  He flashed me a defiant glare, “What makes you so sure?”

  We paused; I puffed out my chest and returned his glare, “Because I’m bigger and faster than you are!”

  Even though he was a head shorter than me he poised his finger on my chest and smirked, “You’re on daddy!”

  I snarled, “Daddy! Oh, you’re gonna pay for that little boy!”

  He squinted then took off without me, leaving me standing there, still trying to figure out what just happened. I shouted, “Hey, that’s not fair!”

  He giggled and shouted a reply, “You better start running if you think you have a chance of winning!”

  He had awakened the competitive nature inside of me and I took off after him. He kept glancing back to see how close I was but once I had gained some momentum I quickly caught up. The next time he checked I was right on his heels and I barked, “I’m coming for you boy.”

  “Oh no,” he shouted with a laugh and attempted to lose me in an alley.

  “Oh yeah,” I shouted as I closed in.

  Before he could reply I had caught up with him and like a cheetah I pounced. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, spun him around, and roared, “Oh hell yeah! I caught you! What are you going to do now you little punk?”

  He apologized as I relentlessly tickled him. “Who’s your daddy? I can keep this up all day little boy, who’s your daddy?”

  He doubled over and whimpered, “You’re my daddy!”

  I paused momentarily and barked, “What was that?”

  He panted and tried to catch his breath, “You’re my daddy!”

  I was too much of an asshole to let him off yet, besides I was having way too much fun and my dick was hard as a rock from being so close to him. I poised my hand next to my ear, “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

  I proceeded to tickle him again. His response was a desperate cry as he tried to escape, “Okay, okay, you’re my daddy!”

  Finally satisfied, I released him and he leaned against a wall to catch his breath. I leaned over and rested my hands on my knees as I took in a few deep breaths. What was originally supposed to be a leisurely run had turned into an intense workout. Seeing him so breathless and sweaty was having an affect on me.

  I slowly stood upright. His eyes met mine. I squinted at him and pointed at my cock, “Look what you’ve done you little fucker?

  He licked his lips and continued to pant as I moved in closer. But close wasn’t close enough. I had him right where I wanted him. I placed my hand on the wall above his head. I could see him practically melting for me to make a move. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body like the aftershocks of an orgasm. I could feel feral lust coursing through my veins. I wanted him right now, but I wanted it too much.

  He closed his eyes and braced himself for what was coming. Yeah, sex is fun, but half the fun is in getting there and I wasn’t about to waste our first time on some back alley during a morning jog. So, I slowly leaned in then placed my hand on the back of his neck. His eyes were still closed and his lips parted but I only lightly grazed them with mine before pulling back.

  His eyes opened and he whispered, “Is everything okay?”

  I smiled, “Everything’s perfect, I just want our first time to be special not a spontaneous fuck in a heated rush.”

  He smiled in reply and cuddled my chest, “I understand.”

  We held for a moment as I stroked the back of his hair, then we separated and met one another’s gaze. “Soon daddy,” he whispered.

  “Soon kiddo,” I exhaled.

  I ran my hand through his hair, prompting it to stick up in all directions, then I exhaled again, “I promise.”

  We joined hands, made our way back toward the main street, then toward the little bistro. During breakfast we talked about simple things like our favorite kinds of music, what we liked to do in our spare time, and little bits of information about our past.

  I opened up and told him about how I got HIV and he explained the reason he wasn’t worried is because he had originally gone to school to be a nurse but his clumsiness was too much of a hindrance for him to keep going. I told him about Denny and how it had been years since I’d been with anyone or had sex. Then to my surprise, he revealed a secret of his own; that he was still a virgin.

  After breakfast, I walked him back to his house. It was a pretty good walk from the bistro and I was starting to feel really tired. I’d pushed myself a little too hard but I wouldn’t trade anything that happened today. He introduced me to Martha who gushed about how attractive I was then after showing me his room we said goodbye for now.

  It was around 10:00 A.M. when I finally got back to the house. I took a quick shower, put on my robe, then went to the bedroom for a nap before continuing with the day. I tossed and turned for a while wishing Leo was lying here next to me. Thoughts of him had awakened my cock and I knew I couldn’t sleep until I’d rubbed one out. It took about two minutes but damn it felt so good.

  **

  It was late in the evening. I had picked up a dinner shift and was out making deliveries on the other side of town. I yawned and turned up the music as I made the drive back to my house. It was a gloomy night; the rain was coming down in sheets and drawing lines across the windshield of the car. I squinted; it was getting harder and harder to make out the lines on the highway. I was awake now, driving in the rain makes me so nervous. You never know when a deer will run out in front of the car or anything.

  I could see the sign for Billy’s shop in the distance and smiled thinking about him. I was temporarily absent from the world as I remembered the way his big strong arms felt wrapped around me. The way his lips and the way his beard tickled my chin. A thumping sound brought me back from my daydreaming, prompting me to turn off the radio and listen intently. “On no, not now, not out here!”

  I had started to panic and no matter how many times I told myself not to panic, I couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling I had that I was about to be stranded in the middle of nowhere without anyone to help me. Mom and dad would be asleep, plus they’re in Florida so there isn’t really anything they can do besides call AAA. Martha doesn’t answer the phone after 9:00 P.M.

  The thumping grew louder, then suddenly I heard something pop. Time stood still and I braced myself as the car spun around in the middle of the road. This was it; my luck had run out. My life flashed before my eyes. I closed them tightly and I could feel tears welling up inside of them as my body thrashed around inside the car. I could see Billy’s smiling face in my mind and I wish I would have got the chance to tell him that I love him. The car came to a stop in the grass in front of his shop.

  My fingers were still clenching the steering wheel when I lifted my head. It had hit the sign bearing his shop name. I unbuckled my seat belt and lunged for my phone which had fallen in the floorboard on the passenger’s side. I was still trembling as I scrolled through my previous calls and tapped Billy’s number.

  His sleepy voice came over the line, “This is Billy.”

  Through crying I shouted, “Billy, it’s Leo! I’ve been in accident, please help me!”

  The initial sleepiness in his voice had subsided and he growled, “Where are you?”

  I could hear him shuffling to get ready as I replied, “I’m on South County Road 111; I think my tire blew out and I crashed into the sign for your shop.”

  He shouted, “Stay right there, I’m on my way!”

  **

  My heart was racing as I slid on my jeans and t-shirt, then I scrambled to the living room to grab my boots and keys. It had been a long time since I’d prayed but in between breaths I was begging, “God, please let my baby boy be okay.”

  Once I was dressed, and the house was secure I raced to the truck. The engine roared like a lion, breaking the silence of the night and the tires squealed as I hit the gas. I could barely see the road from the pouring rain but come hell or high water I was going to get to my boy.

  I could see the emergency lights blinking in the distance. I hit the accelerator again and skidded into the parking lot of the shop. Once I was parked, I flung open the door, jumped out and ran to where Leo was. He was standing under the edge of the sign with a hoodie pulled over his head and shivering. “Leo!”

  **

  I lifted my eyes and saw him haloed in the streetlight. Rain was dripping from his hair down his beard and his shirt was soaked to where I could see his skin underneath. He was panting and I could see his breath puffing like smoke into the chilly night air. I smiled and ran toward him. He opened his arms and I crashed into him. He cupped the back of my head with his hand and shoved my face into his chest, then he kissed the top of my head. His tone was low and deep, “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

  I wept into his chest, “I was so scared.”

  “Shh.” He whispered.

  I whined, “I saw my whole life flash before my eyes.”

  He rested his chin on top of my head, “Don’t worry baby boy; Billy’s got you now.”

  After a minute we separated and I met his gaze. “All I could think about was that I would never get to see you again.”

  He stiffened his upper lip. I could tell he was trying to keep from crying. Then he lifted his hand and cupped my face, “Leo?”

  “Yes,” I replied softly.

  “I think I’m falling for you.”

  “Let me catch you,” I whimpered.

  His mouth hung open for a minute before he forced a kiss on my lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way about anyone.”

  I sighed, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know what to do.”

  “I can teach you,” he whispered.

  “Like a daddy,” I whimpered.

  He growled, “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

  He stole a kiss, then another, then another. Thunder rolled in the distance. His hands slid down my back, into my pants, then cupped my ass. His lips found my neck, a moan escaped me then he paused. “Let’s move the car and go inside.”

  I met his gaze and nodded. He handed me the keys, “Go unlock the shop.”

  While I sprinted to the shop, he ran to the driver’s side of my car and backed away from the sign. I could hear the thumping of the tire as he shifted it in gear and pulled up outside one of the bays. A few minutes later he rushed inside and shook off the rain. “Looks like you blew out a tire. How long has it been since you’ve had them changed out?”

  I blushed, “Um, never.”

  He rolled his eyes and sighed as he turned to the thermostat on the wall, turned up the heat, then pointed at me. “We need to get you out of those wet clothes. I think I have an extra jumpsuit in the office.”

  “A jumpsuit?” I smirked.

  He scowled, “This is a garage boy, we ain’t got no Abercrombie & Fitch in the back.”

  I replied in a sassy tone, “Well, I kind of figured that.”

  I was still a little upset about wrecking my car. He walked up to me, puffed out his chest, and growled, “Did you just sass me little boy?”

  There was a playful glint in his eyes that prompted me to do it again, “Noooo!”

  He diverted his eyes, rolled his jaw, and chuckled, “So let me get this straight, I came all the way out here to help you and you’re going to stand there and mouth off at me?”

  I shrugged. With a sudden shift of his arm, he gripped the back of my hair, jerked my head, and gnashed his teeth. His tone was deep and contrite, “You’re starting to piss me off.”

  He silently towered over me with narrowed eyes as he clutched my hair with his hand. A few moments earlier we were kissing passionately in the rain and now we were locked in a battle of wits. One I wasn’t sure I could win. I looked down and noticed him rubbing his cock through the fabric of his cut jeans. He jerked my head again, “Look at me boy!”

  I squinted defiantly, “What are you going to do about it…daddy?”

  Snap! I could see the fire in his eyes, I had struck a nerve. Slowly he released my hair, but only long enough for him to shift his hand to my throat. I gasped at the impact and tried to loosen his grip but he only tightened it. “I ain’t nobody’s daddy, but I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

  I stared straight into his eyes and fired back with a strained tone, “Bring it on!”

  The sudden release of my throat prompted me to stumble back into the counter. His arms were hanging by his sides. I was panting as I awaited his next move. His fingers straightened before forming into fists. Slowly he lifted his arm, pointed at the door leading to the back of the shop, and roared, “Get the fuck in the garage!”

  I nodded and did as he said. He moved in behind me and shoved me along a few times. I pouted, “I’m going, I’m going!”

  “Not fast enough!” He barked.

  Once we were in the back I turned around and crossed my arms, “Now what?”

  It was dark inside. The only light was from a few random signs advertising motor oil and various car parts. He flicked a switch by the door and the fluorescents overhead flickered on. Next, he opened the door to his office, grabbed a jumpsuit from behind it, and tossed it to me. “Put it on!”

  “Where?” I whined.

  He pointed to a dusty red corvette parked in the end bay. “Just go behind that car, can’t nobody see you back there!” I’m sure there was a story behind that car, but now wasn’t the time to ask questions, I stomped away and did as he said.

  I couldn’t help the sudden feeling I had that I was being watched. Slowly I removed my hoodie and t-shirt and laid them on the hood of the car. Next I kicked off my shoes, slid down my pants, then pulled them off the ends of my feet before laying them on the hood with my other clothes.

  The fluorescent light bulb overhead flickered off but didn’t come back on. I was standing in my tighty whites when another drum roll of thunder rattled the metal roof of the building. I quickly unfurled the jumpsuit Billy had given me to put it on and paused as I read the patch affixed to the right breast pocket, Billy’s Pit Crew. I smiled and ran my thumb over it.

  The light overhead flickered back on and I jumped at the feel of hot breath on my neck. His hand folded over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, “Remember when I said I’d fuck you so hard you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

  My eyes widened as I felt his other hand slide my underwear down. He shifted his hand that was covering my mouth and snarled, “Suck on daddy’s thumb.”

  I did as he said for a moment before he pulled it out. With one swift motion I felt him push me down onto the hood of the corvette and shove his thumb up my ass. “Ahh,” I whined as he wiggled it around.

  “Fuck that’s tight,” he moaned.

  My face twitched and writhed with pleasure filled pain. My hands searched for something to grab onto. I gripped the lip at the top where the hood meets the windshield and held on. The sound of a condom wrapper ripped behind me. It was coming; I could feel the tip of his penis slide down the crack of my ass. This was it; I was so ready for mechanic daddy to ride me like a hotrod on an abandoned highway, full speed ahead.

  I held my breath as he eased into gear. I could feel it; stretching me, filling me, caressing me. The sensation was getting to him. Low growls were escaping him as his pace quickened. I cried out, “Oh yeah daddy, ride me!”

  He grunted, “I’ll ride you until this fucking engine blows!”

  “Oh daddy, oh harder, oh faster!” He was making me beg for it and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt him pumping his load inside of me like gas into a car. I could feel the sweat from his brow dripping onto my back. I could hear his desperate grunts to climax. My knuckles turned white, there was no turning back.

  “Oh shit, here it comes!” His announcement echoed through the garage like a siren.

  “Give it to me daddy!”

  “Oh…yeah…mother…fucker.”

  Each slam of his hips to my ass was another shot. Breathless, he collapsed on top of me and slid his arms underneath. I could feel his body expand and retract as he desperately tried to catch his breath. “That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  I purred, “Glad I can of assistance.”

  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  “Mm-mmm,” I shook my head no.

  “You didn’t feel any nut did you?”

  I could tell he was worried about giving me his illness and replied reassuringly, “Honestly daddy, I’m okay.”

  He slipped his arms out from under me and stood up to check the condom. I finally stood upright again. The hood of the corvette had a misshapen body print of where I was lying. I glanced down at my dick; a sticky string of precum was hanging from it. I grabbed my underwear and wiped myself off while Billy carefully removed his condom. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

 

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