Tory felt like a first class dufus. Here he was, 18 years old and only now finally
learning how to drive. As he listened to his instructor explaining the very basics, he
couldn’t help but wonder what the guy must think of him. A guy just learning when
most guys were busting a gut to get behind a wheel before they were weaned even.
Least that is how his father made it sound.
Course his father was always pushing him, making him feel like he was less than
most males. He couldn’t help it, he was one of those old fashioned dinosaurs that
thought women cooked, looked after the kids, and nothing else. Men were the one’s
responsible for earning the income, and working in the back on a car or other
supposed manly stuff like watching football every Sunday, Baseball and drinking
beer.
Tory felt sorry for his dad, because he hated baseball, refused to play in Little
League, and as for mechanics, he hated grease. Least that kind of grease, but he’d
never tell his father that. Instead he more or less stayed out of his way, but now he
had no choice. He needed to learn how to drive, if he wanted to get around campus
and still come home on weekends.
Until now, he could walk from School to home. The community college he would be
attending in September was too far for that, and the bus service went through some
rather notorious neighborhoods, which would only make his mom worry. So he had
accepted the compromise, of learning to drive in return for his father getting him a
car.
His father still muttered about how it was unnatural for a guy to not be driving at his
age, but he didn’t care. His mother was happy and that was what mattered. Tory
turned his attention back to what the instructor was telling him, making him feel even
more like an idiot than his father ever did. Though he had to admit, the guy was
rather cute, in a macabre sense.
The instructor, Danny, was a recently discharged Marine. He still wore his hair in that
military nearly shaved style. His eyes had a steely look to them that made him feel
frightened at times. It was almost as if he would lash out and smack him if he
screwed up. Yet at the same time, he was lean, and obviously in good shape.
There was a hint of mystery to him too, which rather attracted Tory to him. He talked
loud, which was probably a result of his Marine training. Yet unlike other soldiers he
had met, Danny sported no tattoos over his arms. They just bulged and at first, Tory
wondered what it would be like to be wrapped up between those biceps. He felt that
maybe he’d be crushed to death by them, but what a way to go he had mused. Though
he never thought he’d ever have a chance to find out. He rather enjoyed breathing.
As he listened to Danny lecture him on the importance of being aware of his
surroundings, of always checking his mirrors and over his shoulder, he felt oddly
attracted to him. Danny seemed so lonely, so distant that Tory wondered what it was
that had made him leave the Marines, and take this rather menial job on. After all, he
supposedly had mechanical skills, learned while serving, and he had been abroad.
Afghanistan he had heard, but Danny seemed to not want to speak much about any of
his service.
He felt the eyes on him, and he turned his head to find Danny staring at him. The
Marine quickly averted his eyes, something he always did when caught staring,
which only made Tory’s heart quicken a bit. His imagination always took over then,
too. He found himself thinking more and more about Danny in a way he was certain
would get him laid out flat, and not from desire either.
The guy had that look, that swagger, that told others to not mess with him. He was
definitely not a talker, unless it was giving instructions, still in some small way Tory
felt he was bonding with him. He even was interested when Danny had explained the
basic maintenance rules of a car, of checking the oil, tire pressure, and yes, gas gauge.
He felt insulted a little at that reminder, but the look he got, quickly erased his smart
ass retort out of his mind.
Tory listened until finally came the moment to turn the key, to begin learning how to
control the mechanical monster around him. He had always feared that moment, but
the presence of Danny seemed to calm those fears, at least enough for him to turn the
ignition on.
The sound startled him a little. He jerked a bit and noticed the thin little smile cross
Danny’s face. It was perhaps the first real sign of emotion he had seen in his short
time with Danny. He had a nice smile, and it made him smile. The next step of
putting the car into gear ended that momentary pleasure. The car lurched as he put it
in gear, and his foot jerked too. Unfortunately it was on the accelerator, and the car
lurched forward, making Danny bark at him to stop.
He panicked, and instead of moving his foot over to the brake, he pressed down.
When he had put the car in gear, he had managed to not move it done to the D, but
instead had it in reverse as he felt it race backwards, sweat dripping from his forehead
as the car suddenly stopped. The sound of metal crunching made his hands grip the
wheel tight, until they were white from the strain.
Danny reached over, and turned the ignition off. As he did, Tory felt his arm brush
against his chest, and he felt aroused. He couldn’t understand it, his first lesson and he
had smashed the car up but he was feeling horny instead. Made no sense and the look
from Danny didn’t help either. He said nothing as his arm lay across Tory’s stomach,
then it moved away and he got out of the car, Tory following and together they
approached the rear of the car from opposite ends.
He stared at the crumbled fender, noting the large yellow cement pole that had
stopped his first driving foray. Danny bent down, squatting on his knees as he
surveyed the damage. He ran his hand along the creased bumper and then peered up
at Tory. His eyes were brooding, which made Tory shiver. He muttered about being
sorry, but that only seemed to make Danny angry. He glared now, as he turned away,
staring at the offending bumper, as if that would make it disappear.
‘Get in the other side’ he said and Tory obeyed as he watched Danny look around,
then climb into the driver’s seat. He put the car in gear and sped off, leaving the lot
and heading along a side street until they finally came to a rather small house, off in a
thicket of trees. Next to the house was one of those pre fabricated buildings, which is
were Danny parked the car.
Danny opened the huge barn like door, then drove the car inside. Stepping out, he
began to move very methodically, almost like he was on parade. He jacked the back
of the car up and surveyed the damage even closer. Then he stood up, stared at Tory
and told him to stand out of the way. Tory merely obeyed, unsure what was
happening as he looked around the shop.
It was like being in a full service garage, all the tools and equipment. Over by the
main work bench, he noticed several photographs. Walking over, he stared intently at
the pictures, noticing they were mostly of other men, well two other men. In one
there was the two men, and Danny. He was surprised to see Danny in the middle, his
large arms around the other two, with a huge smile on his face.
The look, the smile, made Tory turn and stare back at his driving instructor, ex-
Marine. He looked so different in the pictures, almost happy even, compared to the
sullen look he had around Tory. It was odd to think of him being happy, the way he
looked now as he watched Danny jack the car up and then reach for some tools.
Danny moved a crawler up and then stripped off his shirt. It was amazing to see, and
Tory felt a rise in his groin.
There were no tattoos anywhere, but a long scar ran down his side. An ugly red
looking jagged line that looked like it hurt, even now, never mind when it had first
happened. Danny turned and saw him staring, but ignored the look as he got onto the
crawler and pushed himself under the jacked up car. He began to pound at the bumper
as Tory turned to stare once more at the array of photographs.
He looked closer, noticing that one of the men was shown far more often than the
other. He was shown in a tent, lying on some grass somewhere, at a gas pump even,
and in a mess line. There was a picture of him standing next to a bunch of trees, that
looked like the thicket that surrounded the small house. He noticed that there were
other similar pictures, of the other guy, at different ages.
Each picture was aligned perfectly against the wall. Many were in plain frames, but
there was one that stood out. It was a simple picture, of a grassy knoll, and a line of
crosses and various tombstones. The picture was framed in a rich wood grain and off
in the distance, was a flag caught flapping in a breeze. It was so peaceful looking that
he couldn’t help but feel goose bumps on his arms. It was out of place, a picture of a
cemetery among all those other pictures and he turned around, the sound of
hammering had ended.
Danny was standing just behind him, looking at the very same picture. There was
tears in his eyes and Tory felt suddenly sorry for the man. He didn’t know why, but he
reached out, and touched him lightly on the arm. He felt the power of those arms, and
yet he also felt something else as he looked up into the Marine’s face.
The voice was soft, yet was filled with rage and anger as Danny spoke to him,
sounding distant.
‘He died from a sniper’s bullet, he never had a chance’
‘I am sorry’
‘Sorry? You don’t know the half of it. His name was Ross.’
Tory watched as Danny reached out with his hand, and lightly ran it across the
photograph of the cemetery. His hand quivered as it lightly ran across the picture. He
felt the emotion as he looked back at the array of pictures. Most if not all, were
pictures that had one person in all of them. They were of a slender blonde, always
with a grin on his face and Tory felt strangely sad as he realized they were of the man
Danny called Ross.
‘I’d like to know.’
Danny dropped his hand and stared at Tory. His eyes were smouldering now, that
frightened Tory. He wanted to turn and run, but he stood his ground as Danny glared.
He felt the sweat beading up on his forehead as he stared back. Danny’s chest was
heaving from something more than the physical work he had just done. Tory could
almost feel his pain, hidden by the anger.
‘Why? Why should it matter to you?’
‘I don’t know, I just, I mean he obviously was a close friend, you look so happy in
some of those, I mean, I uh I don’t know why, I just do’
‘Friend? No, no he was much more than that, no one has ever meant more to me, than
he did. I think he felt the same, no, no I know he did.’
Tory saw the tears rolling down Danny’s face and watched in awe as the stoic Marine
moved past him, to stare at the various photographs on the wall above the workbench.
He watched as the man stared at each photograph, touching them with a gentleness he
didn’t think was possible. It was almost as if he was remembering the actual touch of
the other man.
‘I wish I had someone like that.’
Danny turned around, and stared at Tory. His eyes were piercing as they stared into
his own, and Tory felt like he was being held under a microscope. He began to grow
uncomfortable, yet he refused to break the eye contact. His chest was starting to
heave while Danny stared at him. He couldn’t explain it, but something in the look
made him feel satisfied. He just stood there, returning the look, wondering just how
close Danny had been to the other guy.
The notion that it was more than just friends, just life time association made him feel
rather excited. The image of Danny naked, of him touching another man, was making
him horny, despite the situation he was in. He couldn’t help himself, he fond himself
falling for Danny. He shifted his feet a little which broke the contact. Danny’s eyes
moved downwards, and Tory knew he was being checked out.
He wasn’t exactly a virgin, and he could tell that Danny was checking, as he looked
back up. The desire in his eyes told him he was right. There was no mistaking that
look, and he knew he had the same eager, hungry look in his own face. He wanted
Danny, and before he could think, he stepped forward, once more placing his hand on
Danny’s shoulder.
There was the jolt of electricity that made him quiver. His eyes moved from checking
out the very full package at Danny’s groin to the ever changing eyes. Tory saw the
questioning look, the hunger, and even the fear. That sudden look, that touch was all
he needed though as he moved in even closer, letting himself risk it all, for what he
saw buried deep behind the eyes of the Marine. He couldn’t help but see the pain, the
hurt that rested there, along with the loneliness.
‘You don’t want to do this’
‘Yes, I do’
Tory leaned forward, closing his eyes as he moved his head to one side. He moved
closer, feeling Danny’s hot breath on his cheek as he let his lips brush lightly across
the mouth. He pressed a little when he felt the large arms encircle his waist. Tory felt
the man shake a little, then the force of his arms held him tight, squeezing the air out
of his lungs, and making him fall inwards towards Danny.
He clutched him hard, and suddenly the lips he had lightly brushed were crushing
back against his, and he cried a bit, from the press of the arms, but also from the force
of the return kiss. His lips parted as Danny’s tongue suddenly darted into the opening.
He tasted the man as the tongue dove deep into his mouth. He felt the man crush his
body into his, almost lifting him up off his feet. The press of his groin into his told
him how aroused the man was. The press of that hard body was hurting but he didn’t
care as he began to press back, to let his body wrap around Danny’s own hard body.
The hands around his waist began to move up and down his back. They were
caressing him hard, as the man kissed him deep. The lips were crushing his mouth as
the man tasted every part of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel giddy as the
embrace seemed to last forever. His legs were slightly numb and his ribs felt like they
had been crushed into powder as Danny held him so tight.
They broke apart as Danny stepped back and stared at him. The hunger in his face
was all Tory needed as he brought his own hands up to rub up against the heaving
chest. He let his fingers curl around some of the matted chest hairs, twirling them and
just enjoying the feel between his fingers. He moved across to trace around the firm
rubbery nipples, seeing the man shudder to his touch.
His heart was racing as he leaned in and lightly took one of the firm purple colored
flesh between his lips. His teeth held it lightly as his tongue licked at the tip. The soft
moan grew as he then sucked the whole nipple. His lips crushed into the hot flesh, his
tongue swirling around the protruding nipple, making it shake within his mouth.
Danny continued to quiver as he moved away from one to the other nipple, then back
again, and back to the other.
Danny’s hand was playing with his hair, then gripping it and then twisting the strands
among his fingers. His breathing was becoming more rapid and the hold on Tory’s
head was becoming firmer. Then he began to push, to guide the head down from his
nipples to the hollow of his chest. Tory licked at the hot flesh, then kissed it as he
obeyed the firm pressure on his head. He slowly lowered himself to his knees as he
kissed the belly.
He felt the muscles beneath the skin shudder, and he felt his own body tremble too as
he reached around with his hands, touching and rubbing the man’s sides until he came
to the pants. His hands were tugging at the waistband of the pants, as he kissed the
belly. The taste of fabric and the rapid breathing spurred him on.
Tory reached out, and fumbled with the button holding the pants closed. It was like he
had gloves on or something as finally he managed to unbutton them. Then he
struggled to get the zipper down, all the time kissing and glancing upwards. He saw
Danny’s head leaning back, his nostrils flaring as he licked at the man’s belly, undoing
the pants.
The aroma of the man, of stale sweat filled his own nostrils as he pushed the pants
open and pushed them down the legs. He could feel the thighs shake as he let them
crumbled by Danny’s ankles. He began to lick at the flesh, dragging his tongue along
the edge of the shorts. The moans from above became louder as he pulled at the boxer
shorts. The thick shadowy image of a long pole inside was drawing his eyes away
from Danny’s face.
His own cock was straining inside as he yanked the shorts down, freeing Danny’s
throbbing cock. It sprung out and hit him under the chin and his eyes bulged as he
saw the size of the monster he had just unleashed. Danny’s hand was on his head,
twisting his hair as he groaned now, muttering ‘yes, oh yes’ under his breath.
Tory let his mouth move down to lick at the thick bush of pubic hairs, the cock
sliding up against his chin. He felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and he knew he
couldn’t hold back a second longer. His hands moved down the thick thighs, feeling
them quiver as he reached over, grabbing the hard thick pole steady.
He leaned back slightly onto his heels and stared at the cock in his hand. His eyes
widened as he saw the tell tale sign of pre cum at the head, slowly oozing out.
Glancing upwards, he saw Danny looking down at him. There was that look, that
look of despair that had attracted Danny. It was no longer hidden, and he could see
the hunger too, the way Danny was licking his lips and looking.
He opened his mouth, still looking upwards, then he moved in closer, feeling the cock
rub up against his lowered jaw. Danny’s eyes fluttered as the cock touched Tory and
Tory himself felt the shudder. His eyes closed too as he moved in, guiding the hard
pole upwards to rub it along his lower lip. The wet touch of pre cum on his lower lip
made him moan as his tongue flicked outwards, to gobble at the offered drops. He
tasted it and then pursed his lips, to kiss the head of the cock.
The loud moan made him open his lips and slide the hard cock head into his mouth.
He closed his mouth over the tip of the head, then slowly pushed the cock inwards,
while also moving his head inwards towards Danny’s crotch. The huge pole inched its
way inwards, his tongue licking at the underside. The moaning from above grew
louder, the hands released his head as it moved in.
The cock was jerking inside his mouth, as he held it tightly between his lips, guiding
it down into his throat. The taste, the smell was making him dizzy as he tried to hold
the cock steady. His throat expanded just enough to let the massive pole inside and
Danny began to rock. The legs were quivering as Tory began to move his head in and
out, slowly tasting every inch.
The moans were growing, and he could feel the man coming close, as he sucked on
the cock. His own body was in torment, still confined by his clothes but he couldn’t
stop. He wanted to taste it all, to get it all and to do it now. He began to move his
head faster, his one hand now releasing the cock shaft, and moving up and down the
quivering thighs. His fingers pushed inside, prodding the skin as he sucked.
Sounds of slurping, of heavy breathing was too much. Danny began to cry out as his
hands reached down to grip Tory’s head. The fingers were like steel bands but he
didn’t care as the cock inside of his mouth began to jerk from side to side. The head
was banging hard against the soft tissue of his throat and then he felt it rear back.
Tory knew it was time, as he forced his throat to open even wider, as the first taste of
Danny’s cum began to flood his throat.
He gagged lightly, as the hot milk came flooding out and slide down. His lips
tightened around the shaking cock shaft, the heat making him think he was being
burned. He held it tightly as the man above shook and shuddered. His cries of release
echoed in the cavernous room which only seemed to make him tremble more.
The cum was like a raging river as it flew out of the jerking cock head. Its special
scent filled the room, and made Tory suck even more. He wanted every drop as he
reached up to grab the shaft, to hold it between his fingers. The body was once more
arching forward, driving the cock further into his mouth as the second heavy stream
of cum began to fill an already full throat. He coughed and swallowed, taking it all.
It ended fast. The panting was all he could hear as Danny slowly leaned back against
the workbench. Tory let the cock gently slide out from his lips as he looked up at
Danny. The man was panting but the look of sorrow was gone. Instead there was a
look of affection that made Tory feel satisfied. Slowly he let himself stand up to stare
directly at Danny. It was all there, written clearly over the man’s face which made
Tory smile.
Danny reached out, wrapped his hand around Tory’s neck and pulled him inwards. He
kissed him on the lips, tasting the dried remnants of his own milk. They kissed briefly
and then Tory pulled back. He looked hard into Danny’s eyes, then reached down and
pulled out his cell phone. Danny watched as Tory pressed the buttons, then waited for
someone to answer.
‘Mom? Hi, I am going to stay out tonight, so don’t hold dinner for me, I am going to a
friends house so I won’t be home till Morning, Okay?’
He smiled and said good bye, as he turned towards Danny.
‘Okay if I stay the night?’
Danny’s face broke out into a large wide smile as he once more leaned forward,
grabbing Tory and pulling him close.
‘Oh yeah’ he muttered as they once more began to kiss.
