Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2013 20:06:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Dak H <dakt1998@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tow Truck Boy, part 1

This is my first attempt at a story for Nifty.  I have plans for at least
five parts, if there is any interest in reading more.  I'd appreciate any
feedback.  Thanks for reading!

This is probably a work of fiction.  It will (eventually) continue explicit
sex acts of men with underage boys. If this offends you, or is not legal in
your area, please click your "back" button.



"Well, fuck!" I said, staring at the broken-down car. I'm not mechanically
inclined.  It's one of the reasons that when I drive out of town, I rent a
car.  Easier on everybody that way.

Tomorrow would be my son's 13th birthday.  That's why we had driven all
this way, over a thousand miles from home. To celebrate, to enjoy each
other's company. To explore.

We had taken in a show earlier in the day, went back to the hotel for some
privacy and then a nap.  Now, we were going to head out for dinner.  But
the damned car wouldn't start.

"Sorry, sport," I said.  "It's cool," he said, blond hair flapping in the
breeze.

I rummaged around the glove box and found the rental paperwork.  A quick
call, and roadside assistance would be on the way.  They would take us to
the nearest Rent-All, and we would swap out vehicles.  We went back inside
to warm up.

Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rang.  The tow truck was only five
minutes away, and would I please come down to meet them?  Sam and I left
the comfort of our hotel room and arrived downstairs just about thirty
seconds before Bob's Towing arrived.  I waved at them from the door and
walked over to the car. The tow truck followed at a safe distance.

A young man with "Mike" embroidered on his shirt hopped out of the truck.
"Brian?" he asked.  I offered my hand and said "That was fast
service. Thanks for coming out so quickly, Mike."

"We aim to please, sir!" he said.

I normally don't leave anything that can be seen in my car, but just in
case, I did a quick search inside and found an empty Pepsi bottle Sam had
dropped under his seat.  With that, Mike and his partner worked efficiently
to hoist the car up onto the back end of the tow truck.  It wasn't until
they had finished that I took a look in the cab of their truck.  It was
already a tight squeeze just for the two of them.  How in the world would
my son and I fit inside too?

I was about to say something when I saw Mike's partner ("Derek" his shirt
told me) looking at my son. Oh, he was trying to be subtle about it, but I
know that look.  A glance down and the telltale bulge confirmed it.  This
man was perving over my boy.

Sammy is a cute kid. 5'4, 105 pounds, long wavy blond hair, cute tight
bubble butt. He inherited his hair from his mother. And god only knew where
she was these days. We haven't heard from her since Sam was five.  Anyway.
As I was saying, I'm 38, stand 5'10, weigh a buck 65, and have about seven
inches.

Mike and Derek both looked to be about 29.  Mike was taller, at about 6'2,
180, with a tight, lightly-muscled body.  Derek had a body frame very
similar to mine. I wondered about the size of his package.

Mike was talking, but I didn't hear what he was saying. I shook my head and
said "Sorry, my mind was wondering.  Could you repeat that please?"

He smiled, a very disarming look on his face.  "I was just asking what
seemed to be the problem with the car?  Is it something I could fix for
you?"

"I honestly have no idea. It won't turn over, won't do squat.  Took us
about 16 hours yesterday to get up here and it was running fine. Same
earlier today.  Now, the light won't even come on when I open the door.  RA
said they'd be able to swap it out for a similar car."

Mike nodded.  "Sure, no prob.  It's not that far from here, we could get
you there and back in maybe a half-hour." That sounded good, and I told him
so.

"Ready to go, Sammy?" I asked.  Sam was busy staring at Derek's crotch, and
he looked annoyed that I brought him back to reality.  "Uh, yeah, Dad."

"Sorry, sir," Mike said. His voice seemed nervous, and his face showed
concern.  "RA only told us one of you would be coming, or we would have
brought the other truck.  I can take you or your son, but can't take both
of you."

"Crap."

"Sorry, sir."

Something clicked.  "What do you mean `or your son'? He can't drive a car
yet, he's only 13."

"Tomorrow, dad.  I'll be 13 tomorrow!" Sam said.

Derek piped up, "We know the folks at RA pretty good, Brian.  Since it's a
swap, we could go over, drop off the car, and then I could get the new car
and drive it back here. Mike can pick me up. How does that sound?"

That worried me.  "We're like a thousand miles from home. How do I know you
will come back?"

Derek quickly answered again. "Your son could ride along. I can give you my
cell number, and we'd only be gone about a half-hour. Nothing to worry
about."

"I don't know.  What if you don't bring him back?"

It was Sammy's turn to speak up, "Oh that sounds like fun, Dad!  Can I ride
in the tow truck? I promise I'll be good and do everything they tell me
to!"

At that, Derek involuntarily adjusted himself, then looked up, guiltily.
"I, um."

I knew exactly what my son had in mind. He wanted their dicks.  And it was
obvious to me Derek wanted my son.  What the hell, it was his birthday.
"Derek, come over here so we can talk about this. Sammy, you stay here and
keep Mike company. We won't be long." Sammy knew he got his way.

Derek nervously followed behind me. We walked out of earshot and then a bit
further.  "How long have you been driving, Derek?" I asked.

"Since I was 14, sir. Got my permit as soon as I could."

"How long have you been fucking little boys?"

"What? Sir! I wouldn't!"

I laughed. "Calm down. I see the way you're looking at him.  Look at you,
hard as a rock. I'm curious. How many boys have you fucked?"

He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then said, "None, sir.  Honestly."

"Why not?" I asked. "It's clear to me you want to fuck my son."

He looked away and said, in a tiny little voice, "I don't want to get
caught. I'd go to prison. My folks don't know I'm gay. If they knew the
rest, they'd throw me in prison themselves."

"The rest?" He nodded, and I continued. "So you want to fuck boys. So what?
What about Mike over there?"

"He, uh. He likes little girls."

"How little?" I asked.

"You can't tell. Please."  I nodded and he continued.  "He's been fucking
his girlfriend's daughter for about a year. She just turned nine a couple
weeks ago. He's offered to let me have a go at her too, but I'm not into
girls."

"Mike have a cell phone?" I asked.  He shook his head up and down. "Hand me
yours."

"What?" he asked.

"Hand me your cell phone." He took it out of his pocket and handed it over.
"It's 5 pm right now.  I want to go out somewhere for breakfast with my son
at 7 am.  That's 14 hours. " He looked completely bewildered.  "By 7 am,
you will have the replacement car here, and they keys in my hand. By 7 am,
you'll return my son as well."

"Return your ...?"

"What you do with him between now and then is your own business.  He loves
giving road head, and he has never been fucked with a condom." I paused for
a few seconds.  "At 7:01, I call your mother, and then I call the police,
in that order.  So, have him back before then."

"I get to fuck a teen boy?" he said, in a daze.

"Pre-teen, technically. Until midnight, he's still 12." The wet spot in the
front of his jeans was immediate.  We quickly walked back to the tow
truck. Mike and Sam were already in the cab – and Mike's cock was buried
in Sam's mouth.  Derek explained the situation to Mike, who called his
dispatch to say they had eaten something bad and would be taking the rest
of the day off after this drop.

"Sam?" I called out.  "Mhph?" he mumbled. "Have fun. And remember, they're
in charge. Sam held his out his hand, giving me a thumbs up.

Derek was feeling Sam up, from his pre-teen cock and balls, to his
well-fucked ass, while Mike yelled out he was cumming.  Sammy swallowed
every drop. He's such a good boy.

To be continued.